Name: Anna
Species: Kitsune
Appearance:http://d.facdn.net/art/mist-skull/1499185474/1499185474.mist-skull_ahri1.png
Cliches:•Kitsune 3: seductress, sorceress and beast all in one. the mythic fox is both form and nature... fire and warmth are her domains.
•Supernatural Thief 3- Steal valuables, purloin treasure, filch a fortune, pilfer swag, cut purses, burgle shops, loot coffers, ransack vaults, slink warily, shadow victims, strike from behind, fence booty, bypass booby traps, scale obstacles uses either inhuman dexterity and athletics, or charm and beguilement to steal from or outwit who she desires... weather for profit or pleasure.
•Enchanting swordswoman 3: Despite preferring her domain raw magic, a blade has crossed her fingers more than once... and with the grace of a dancer, magic guides her strikes more than strength
•Lover 3: Despite only having a single love or lover, and even having forgotten them, Anna covets and seduces with seeming practiced ease... and her skill in combat, oddly, transfers to passion in bed.
Hooks:•Capricious Mischief: A Kitsune is ruled by their innate desire to cause mayhem, and in maturity total unbridled chaos as often as is possible. though still young, her need for mischief is often undismissable.
•Beast at Heart: A Kitsune is a beast, and animal, and as such, may not always act as a person, but may revel in those 'profane' acts of beasthood. Anna's loss of self has once more awakened that dark demon within her heart, and it seeks ever more to corrupt the kind fox.
•Obsessive Emotions: A young Kitsune's emotions are unbridled, uncontrollable, and obsessive... Anna's, moreso. Anna's emotional connections are FAR more important than anything to her, especially someone she loves, becoming obsessive.
•Like a Ghost: Anna was always alone, like a ghost... this haunts her in her darkest times, bringing dread and darkness to bear in her heart...
Tools: (Optional, basically equipment related to cliches. All extra stuff is abstracted, so no need to worry about keeping track of things)
Tale:Anna had been daughter to… a goddess and a god? Or, not quite anyway… but thats what they were called, by the people. She had to keep a lot of secrets, and be sneaky, but her life was okay. She even had a romance for a while, though like many thing in her life; everything went wrong… after a dark time, and a baptism of sorts, anna had a sister to lean on… she traveled for a time, her and her ‘sister’ growing more close and more powerful… as well as more distinct. Anna was the kind one, the gentle and loving one… her sister Lili had been her violence, a necessity sure, but untempered by other emotions could run rampant. Eventually the two were in polar opposition, and a breakpoint occurred within the kitsune… her soul, like her personality and mind, fractured… her chaotic magic allowing her to not only survive but to evolve… as Anna’s mind ‘broke’ from the stress of it, but her sister was granted flesh and blood… she, out of nothing more than obligation, helped her sister survive by unleashing the feral chaotic nature that had been buried inside her… a great beast tore through the world, oblivious to the armageddon that surrounded and consumed her world. Perhaps THAT power is what allowed her to be consumed, and yet escape the primal chaos of oblivion… waking, as if from a nightmare, Anna has survived both her own death and her worlds oblivion.
Name:Seiran Alantheil
Species: Avariel (winged Elf)
Appearance:https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/tNcwEQIyuu-XeRfKyWtcr24A8vLq9qvMQMxzc7t7BVVqUyHHSNeeWdebteJUwwk307gj0SMmBI6v4VU5b6Ha4kk9bEq5CIznsMbfnCose2U_vNAJbUxshgaGhU4wVnG4zkEDZetg
Cliches: [8+2]
•Priestess (Healing, Support, Protection from Evil, Prayer) [3]
•Archer (Bow & Arrows, trick shots, sharpshooting) [3]
•Scholar (Knowledge about Gods and Demons, Studying, Research) [3]
•Lucky Shots (3 dice) [1]
Hooks: [2]
•Honorable (Follows rules and vows)
•Trying to save her friend
Tools: Holy Symbol (Priestess), Bow & Arrows (Archer)
Tale:The daughter of a war-hero-turned-ambassador and his beloved wife (who was the daughter of an Avariel Lord), Seiran grew up in a mountain city-fortress with a strong sense of duty and honor. She grew up on tales of heroism, including that of her father, and swore to help people when she can. When she was revealed to have magic powers that qualified her for the clergy, she jumped at the chance, wanting to help people. She joined the Temple of Kourrell with her best friend, Icaria. Icaria was the more friendly and playful of the two, while Seiran more serious and dutiful. However, one day, they suddenly grew distant over personal matters, causing Icaria to request a transfer somewhere else to cope with the heartbreak. She had confessed to Seiran, who panicked and became distant, not wanting to be caught. The results broke Seiran’s heart as well, and she immersed herself in her duty as Priestess.
Then one day she was called to help the soldiers being sent to war, supporting them as a priestess, healer, and spellcaster. She saw her gods die, and then she too was struck down.
Then she woke up somewhere else...
Name Madeline Winters
Race Snow Leopard
Appearance http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Step ... Pirate.jpgCliches 0 to spend:•Bard 3 Performing songs, telling tales, going on adventures and using song to aid allies and hinder foes
•Cowgirl 3 Living in the wild, handling a pistol, riding a horse
•Fencer 2 Wielding a blade, getting close in with a saber or rapier, fluid movements
•Inventive Chef 2 Taking random ingredients and making the most of them
•Lucky Shots 2 (6 Dice)
Hooks•Curious Kitty- Madeline has always found herself itching to explore the unknown, which has sometimes gotten her in a fair bit of trouble.
•Ooohh Shiny!- Madeline finds herself easily drawn to shiny and or pretty objects.
•Sensitive Tail- Madeline's big, long floofy tail is rather sensitive, which means it experiences double the pleasure AND pain.
Tools: Six Shot revolver, Cavalry Sabre
TaleMadeline was born in a small town… she recalls that much at least. It was out in the western parts of the country she lived in, with plains and deserts and mountainous forests. She recalls that it could be a rather… chaotic place to live in, but she didn’t mind that too much. She knew to stick away from the really bad towns and pit stops along the road…
She had spent a large part of her life traveling, having her wanderlust stirred when she was a young girl and listened to a peculiar fellow from the South, colorful feathered Eagle with scales, tell stories and sing songs the likes of which she nor many in her town had ever heard of. She had asked him where he learned such wonderful things… and he had simply spread his arms out to the horizon, saying “Beyond the sunset… in lands that are different from this one.”
That had been all she needed to tell her parents she was leaving home and going on an adventure to learn stories and songs from all over. Her parents did manage to argue her into staying till she was 18, but then she left and began her travels, learning songs, ballads, dirges, aria, ditty and hym, and she learned about all sorts of tales, from the happy and heroic to the tragic but haunting.
In fact, she had finally explored much of the west, and decided she was going to turn south, to try and find the lands that strange talespinner had come from… when it all happened. The Sun had flashed red, and black lightning arcked across the skies. The earth heaved, the winds roared, and it was not long before she knew what all others had figured out.
The world was ending… and she had only enough time to start on the path back home before she was sucked up into one of the raging cyclones that was cutting a swathe of destruction across the plains…
There had been pain, sadness… and then nothing….
Until Now.