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Name: Myou Alabara
Age: 18
Alliance: (Resister)
Weapon(s): (Has a simple jewled dagger her grandmother gave her.)
Bio: (Myou lived happily with her grandmother and her brother, until the invaders came. They ripped down their cottage, and ended up 'accidentally' killing herself and her brothers only family. She was takin to dig in the sacred tunnels, while her brother, was dragged away to become part of the invaders. She was 12 when it all happened, and every year after that, her heart has been stirring with hate for those that ruined her peaceful life and took away her only family. Now that she has escaped, the only thing on her mind is Revenge. Little does she know, that the only family she has left, has become her worst enemy.)
Apperence: {~Myou~}
Other:
Name: Kumori Alabara
Age: 20
Alliance: (Bad invader)
Weapon(s): (2 9mm Italian made Berettas, and a dagger identicle to Myou's.)
Bio: (All Kumori can remember, is a small wooden cottage engulfed in flames, and a young girl calling out his name. After that, his memories surround his training and teaching while with the invaders. He became a mindless doll, obeying orders without even a moments hesitation. The few times he is left alone, his mind wanders, and he tries to remember what happened, and who the girl was.)
Apperence: {~Kumori~}
Other: Owns a pet Red-Tailed Hawk named Torren.
{~Torren~}
(( Based off of myself and my crazy friend Kumori. ))
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Gaianame- LsShinigamiGirl
Name- Ichitama Oshira
Age- 17
Personality- Usually sarcastic, though he tends to keep it on the down-low around his superiors. He jokes and laughs, just like a normal person, though once he has a gun in his hand, he completly changes personalities.
Gang- Apathetic
Status- Defender
Bio- Ichitama was born into a fairly wealthy family. He was raised by his father to withstand pain and to have no fear, and taught by his mother to read and write. Ichitama's parents died his hair white, trying to make him look more original, though he himself didn't like it much. He had then moved to the city to get a better education in a college when his vehicle broke down in Kanji Street. He was ambushed, and almost killed, that's when he met up with the Apathetic Gang. No one knows how he talked his way into the group about half a year ago, but it grew quite well known, about his love and abillity with guns. As the issue with his hair, well, he just never gotten to getting it cut yet. Though he can usually be found with a book in his hand, Ichitama would, without hesitation, protect his fellow gang members with his life, and his sure-handed shot.
Appereance-
Sexuality and Place-
Other- Even though he was supposed to be taught to not be afriad of anything, he is deathly afraid of spiders. He is also an Ace shooter, and has particularly good aim with his magnums.
(( Just based of my book nerdy friend that's not a bad shot. ))
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Gaia name: LsShinigamiGirl
Name: Alara Santona
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Personality: Alara is layed back and fun around pretty much everyone, but other slayers and her people in general. Though she seems to take a liking to the children, and her pet. When alone, Alara becomes series, often zoning out and thinking about anything but the war and the upcoming trials. It would seem she could care less what happens, though during a battle, she fights with the ferocity of her demon, to protect her fellow clan members.
Blood limit: Dragon Fang, a limit that allows the wind about the user to become as sharp as blades. The wind surrounding the user, never touches them, held off by the natural aura all being posses. Normally used at close distance battles by punching and kicking at an enemy, they can harm them, without actually touching them. The only drawback to the Dragon Fang attack, is that it takes up alot of energy, and usually leaves the user tired after it's use, usually doesn't last longer than 10 minutes because of the drawbacks.
Family name/Crest: Silver Rain / A dragon serpent intwining upward with one claw holding a torch, and the other holding an orb.
Armor/Main color: (teel blue and black. The designs are usually in the forms of ancient writing, and the armor is usually sparingly with it only located in thought to be, necessary locations.
Weapon(s): A pair of double sided spears, the blades are thick, and extremely sharp, with a circular cut at the center of each blade, sort of like a hook. The handle between each blade, has a black stone design to it. The surface is smooth, with it thicker at the base of the blades.
Extra items: None
Bio: Since Alara was an only child, she was raised on her fathers standards. She was taught to fight and to be emotionless in the field of battle. She never much cared for the more feminine ways of life, finding them to soft and not as exciting as a battle. During the attempted wipe out of the Red Moon clan, Alara's mother and father became deathly ill, her mother dying, though her father still lingers. She makes tries to make up for her families loss of people by doubling her efforts of fighting. That's when she found Rocko, her pet demon. He was out half dead in a field, and instead of killing him like she was taught. Something about him drove her to rescue the demon. Rocko has been following her around ever since.
Appreance:
Pet: Rocko is definitely a different sort of demon. He was chased out of his clan lands for killing the leader in a battle for meat and dominance. He almost died, but was saved, to his surprise, by a demon hunter. Feeling as though he owed his life to her, he followed her around, helping her whenever he was needed, and becoming very much a pet.
{~X~}
(( Made when I was in a really pissed off mood for some reason, yet also when I was in a sorta mellow mood. She kinda has a little bit of my personality I suppose. ))
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Name: Gin Tama
Age: 20
Bio: An ex soldier of the human's army, Gin has traveled all over the world. He has seen bloodshed and destruction, though none of it really bothered him. Gin was raised in a town in the mountains with his neko mother. Back then he thought that they we're the only neko's alive, since they were the only ones of their kind in that village. But when Gin left to explore the world, he discovered many more nekos, and found out that he really wasn't alone. On an impulse, he joined the army to strengthen himself, and it did. In more ways than one. After four years of battle and travels he left the army to just wander peacefully. Unfortunately, it wasn't as peaceful as he would have hoped because of one word. Myou.
Personality: Silent, thoughtful, and quite playful at times. Though it's more in a mean manner, and he does it without smiling.
Likes: Night time, his gun and sword, pudding, and sleep.
Hates: Annoying little neko kittens (Myou), Water (Can't Swim), Myou, Snakes (They move wierd), and Myou.
Appearance:
Name: Myou
Age: 8
Bio: There's not really much to say about Myou. She couldn't remember anything anyway. She was abandoned by her mother at the age of 4, and was crawling around on the street when another neko with pretty blue eyes found her and helped her out. She began tagging along with him and he sort of became like a brother to her. Though she get's on his nerves, she doesn't care. She knows that he'll never abandon her.
Personality: Energetic, all over the place, always smiling and pointing out the obvious, and being so to the point that it's sometimes rude.
Likes: All animals, sunshine, swimming, Gin.
Hates: Vegetables, mean people, violence, and nuts.
Appearance:
Age: 20
Bio: An ex soldier of the human's army, Gin has traveled all over the world. He has seen bloodshed and destruction, though none of it really bothered him. Gin was raised in a town in the mountains with his neko mother. Back then he thought that they we're the only neko's alive, since they were the only ones of their kind in that village. But when Gin left to explore the world, he discovered many more nekos, and found out that he really wasn't alone. On an impulse, he joined the army to strengthen himself, and it did. In more ways than one. After four years of battle and travels he left the army to just wander peacefully. Unfortunately, it wasn't as peaceful as he would have hoped because of one word. Myou.
Personality: Silent, thoughtful, and quite playful at times. Though it's more in a mean manner, and he does it without smiling.
Likes: Night time, his gun and sword, pudding, and sleep.
Hates: Annoying little neko kittens (Myou), Water (Can't Swim), Myou, Snakes (They move wierd), and Myou.
Appearance:
Name: Myou
Age: 8
Bio: There's not really much to say about Myou. She couldn't remember anything anyway. She was abandoned by her mother at the age of 4, and was crawling around on the street when another neko with pretty blue eyes found her and helped her out. She began tagging along with him and he sort of became like a brother to her. Though she get's on his nerves, she doesn't care. She knows that he'll never abandon her.
Personality: Energetic, all over the place, always smiling and pointing out the obvious, and being so to the point that it's sometimes rude.
Likes: All animals, sunshine, swimming, Gin.
Hates: Vegetables, mean people, violence, and nuts.
Appearance:
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Name:
Daimon
Age:
26
Gender:
Male
Bio:
Daimon was born and raised in a country to the east, actually, it was on an island upon which he was born. The island was known as Japan, to the humans, but to him, was just known as Koi Island. That was what his mother always called it. As a young pup, Daimon was taken overseas to the large continent by his father to be beaten and trained, to become strong. He was, after all, his fathers last and only son. Last, because one year after mating with Daimon's mother, he became sterile. After many years of battling and training under his father's paw, Daimon took off, to discover more of the world about him. After traveling for many months, he met a human priest, and learned much of the spiritual side of the world. He became much like a shamen, or as the Lukoi's called them, a Vargamor, though it is unofficial. He now travels to the Appalacian mountains, unsure of what he is to find there.
Pack:
None
Role:
None as of yet.
Rank:
So far not.
Wolf or Lukoi:
Lukoi
Appearance:
{~Human~}
{*Lukoi*}
