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Name: Kurijimaka Alasdair
Age: About 250 years old
Personality: Quiet, sometimes aggressive, but very truthful, even when it borders on rude, and she is also quite trustworthy. Kurijimaka has always been a loner, but as she ages, the more she understands the importance of friendship , even more as a Dragon she knows that their aren’t many left of her kind , so they must stick together. Dragon Hunters seem to always try to kill her, for she is a black dragon, one of the worst in the humans eyes.
Abilities: Kurijimaka is a Dragon with some pretty strong mental powers she can make things disappear,move things around, control humans for they are weak, and read minds. She also love having to do with Demons, for she is quite friendly with them and always finds ways to use them when fighting, may it be tricking the enemy, doing something bad to them, or simply telling the Demon to do the dirty work.
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Deciding that now would be a good time to show herself to the newest member of the forest, she slowly walked out into the daylight and instantly growled covering her eyes with her paws .She was a shadow wolf, she had always lived in dark places, and only came out in the night to hunt. Slowly uncovering her eyes she looked up at the young girl, who she had overheard say was a Guardian. Wondering if she should change forms to speak with her, she sat down and looked up to see the trickster nymph who had tricked many into madness over the years. Grunting softly she changed into her human form, and for a moment was naked and bare of any cloths, turning bright red, she grabbed the cloths that had been tied to her left leg and quickly slipped on the large black hoodie and the pair of lose jeans she always had just in case she needed to change into her human form.
“Hello Guardian. Welcome to the forest, i am very sorry i haven spoken to you before this, i have been keeping watch over you, assuring that you were trustworthy. I hope we meet again. Good Day….” She said, her grey eye’s flashing warmly as she quickly slipped back into her shadows, and turned into her wolf form again, shaking away the weird feeling on no hair on her, and her hate for being so unprotected as a human. Walking of, her large body somehow fit inside a small cave that turned bigger and you traveled farther in,already smelling her home, she cried in surprise when she found another wolf there, sleeping peacefully on her bed. Growling, she stares at the wolf as it stood and looked at her, its peaceful crystal clear blue eyes looked as if they could make you kill, just to be loved by them. Growling, the fur on her back raised as she quietly muttered in their language ” What are you doing here Aliaske?! How dare you come near me after what happened?! HOW DARE YOU?” she said, her tone menacing. The other wolf seemed to laugh, his white fur clean and impeccable as her slowly circled around her, like a sadistic shark waiting for her to let her guard down.
“I simply want some answer little one…Now, tell me… when where you going to tell the council that you found the girl? Would you have tried to keep her away from us? Did you want to let us all die? Why would you want that? For what was one day going to be yours to protect?!” He said, his icy voice sending chills down her spine. -
Name: Arasemi
Age:17
Appearance: In her human form, She has long black hair with silvery grey streaks, gray eyes, and usually wears black jeans and a large black hoodie .
In her wolf form she is a rather large black wolf with silvery grey ears an paws and a long silver grey streak on her right side, she has grey eyes.Species:Wolf Demon
Sub-Species(If none, say so.):Shadow Wolf
Attitude:Having been exiled form her clan when 13 for killing a fellow clan member that was trying to kill her father, the Alpha, she is rather aggressive to strangers, yet a good heart set on being a better person. She can also be very quiet, and rather be alone in her shadows, but is friendly if you go sit with her.
Habits/Hobbies:She likes to fight, and loves to win, due tot he fact that she has Alpha blood in her. She also likes to be alone and read.
Bio:Hello strangers. You can call me Ara, if you don’t mind. If i ever get rude, sorry, its hard to be away from my clan, they were my family, and its hard being alone out here…
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Waking up, Serilda noticed that the Arena had been closed down for the time being. Groaning she stood up and saw the mess of bodies and injured Slaves around her, Disgusted she moved out father into the cells. Hearing the Warlocks yelling at a slave she silently walked towards the voice of the mad Warlock. Seeing a Slave she knew , an anger spread threw her, making her eyes flash red. Quietly she walked up to the Gard and Grabbed his neck, holding quite still she whispered into his ear..“If you leave now and look away as we leave, i won’t kill your slimy ass. Understood?” She finished growling, and shoved the Warlock away, he stumbled slightly but with a look at her, he knew her reputation of being a good killer, she sensed his horror as he ran away, also smelling a bit of pee.Turning she looked at her fellow stranger, Sarion , and nodded slightly, as she went on her way out of the cells and out into the city, where she found her old home, and went back into a deep slumber.
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Watching from the shadows ,Serilda waited for her turn, her green eyes lacking emotions for she had seen the deaths of young ones for years now. She was used to the screams and blood that surrounded her, she was used to killing innocent people, she almost liked it in a sick way, for she was made for this, even if it was against her will. She knew she could leave, but something, maybe the faint memories of her creator, made her stay, and kill anyone who stood in her way.
Seeing her fellow Strangers react to the deaths, made her smile, but soon she started to smile wider, showing her saw like teeth to the new enemy, a rather large man, bald, and old, but strong. His eyes showed a sadistic glint. much like her’s, as he swung his weapon, which was a large sword, battered after many deadly swings. Growling, she walked towards him, sword in hand, ready for the fight. Not even waiting for the fight to start she ran the last few meters towards the man, and tackled him, thrusting her sword at the side of his sweaty bald head.They landed a few feet away, both wrestling for control. She missed, and with a grunt the enemy threw her off of him, and stood. Grasping her sword tighter, she went at him again, and from the corner of her eye she saw the loud ,little princess, screaming for blood. So young, and yet she was bloodthirsty, she wanted Serilda to die. And that made her c go into a dark mood. Standing still, she looked down at her sword, as the enemy ran at her, and just when he was about to hit her , she looked up, and stopped him in his track. The man stared, wide eyes into her eyes, dropping his sword, he fell backwards, and landed heavily on his back. Grinning like the sadistic freak she was, she leaned towards him, her once green eyes now a bloody red.
Laughing, she closed her eyes and when she opened them he was dead. Her eyes were once again green, and yet, she still laughed. Using her dark magic she had caused his death. Not wanting to look at anyone anymore, she picked up her sword, and walked slowly back to her cell in the darkest part of the Arena. Once there, she slowly sank to the floor and stared at the dark wall ,her green eyes flashing darkly, as she remembered her mother, the wife of her creator.
Smiling, she soon fell asleep, listening to the bloodcurdling screams from outside. -
Name: Serilda
Current Age :16
Appearance:Long black hair , dark green eyes, usually wears black armor with blood stains, and only uses her long Dragon Katana for a weapon. She always covers her mouth because beneath her black mask, a never faltering , sadistic smile shows saw-like teeth. On the side of her face a long jagged scar runs, an old wound from her first days as a warrior.Bio: Born and raised in a far off land, when she was 5 Serilda murdered her family, and was found eating them two days after their deaths.Sentenced to death for being a Demon, she was rescued by her creator, a Dark Demon who had hoped she would bring death upon the world. Sending her off to Cherubium, she was left alone after he was killed by the soldiers. Ever since, she has been kept a slave in the Arena, fighting from the age of 8, she has became one of the most sadistic and twisted warriors, keeping to herself mostly, but never attacking one of the other slaves. Knowing that soon she would fight for herself and the others, she started to become friendlier to them, and even helped them in the fights,she would find the enemies, who were always much stronger and far from being slaves, and roughed them up, making them weaker, and almost always letting the slaves win. When alone she would practice her powers, which were to call other Demons, and Dark Magic, but she was limited, for she only had herself and her few supplies to work with, but it did help to make the Guards fall asleep, letting her go out and free the others.