Merari Chatillon
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Member of the Guild
Male
Gifted
18 years old
Merari is a very troubled soul. Ever since he was little, he was abused and tormented. Despite it, he is very gentle and loving towards all, though some think of him as being naive. He is and he isn't. He trusts easily to be sure, but he also has a sense of just knowing wether someone intends him harm or not. Merari has blood colored hair and purple-gray eyes. He's eighteen years old, but seems younger than he really is. He's not very strong on a day to day basis, but he doesn't mind. His power is enough to get him through harrowing situations. He has the power to amplify his physical aspects: strength, speed, agility, his senses, and other such things. He only calls on his powers when he really needs them, which is rather often. He's weak, as mentioned before, both physically and mentally, and relies on others to help him through things. He can't really help himself, even with his powers. He's trying to become stronger, really he is. It's just very difficult for him. He was kidnapped when he was young by a human trafficking ring and sold to a medical research facility in Brazil where he was brutally tortured and experimented on. Lots of things happened to him there, things he'd rather forget and doesn't want to name. They tried to turn him into a weapon, especially when his powers were discovered, but he was too damaged and pretty much useless. Merari doesn't fully remember how, but by some bizarre miracle, he got out of that place. He now travels with the guild, trying to increase his powers and work up to being the great and perfect weapon he was made to be.
Male
Gifted
18 years old
Merari is a very troubled soul. Ever since he was little, he was abused and tormented. Despite it, he is very gentle and loving towards all, though some think of him as being naive. He is and he isn't. He trusts easily to be sure, but he also has a sense of just knowing wether someone intends him harm or not. Merari has blood colored hair and purple-gray eyes. He's eighteen years old, but seems younger than he really is. He's not very strong on a day to day basis, but he doesn't mind. His power is enough to get him through harrowing situations. He has the power to amplify his physical aspects: strength, speed, agility, his senses, and other such things. He only calls on his powers when he really needs them, which is rather often. He's weak, as mentioned before, both physically and mentally, and relies on others to help him through things. He can't really help himself, even with his powers. He's trying to become stronger, really he is. It's just very difficult for him. He was kidnapped when he was young by a human trafficking ring and sold to a medical research facility in Brazil where he was brutally tortured and experimented on. Lots of things happened to him there, things he'd rather forget and doesn't want to name. They tried to turn him into a weapon, especially when his powers were discovered, but he was too damaged and pretty much useless. Merari doesn't fully remember how, but by some bizarre miracle, he got out of that place. He now travels with the guild, trying to increase his powers and work up to being the great and perfect weapon he was made to be.
Helios Seaport
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Loner
Male
Dragonfly Fae
432 years old (appears 14)
Helios Seaport is a 432 year old dragonfly fae from an alternative dimension ruled predominantly by fae. Unlike fairies of fairytale, fae are ruthless, horrifying warriors with fantastic powers. Yes, they have insect wings and some of them have very elaborate and frilled costumes, but that's mostly the royal family. Helios was a mercenary turned royal bodyguard after he sacrificed himself to save one of the kingdoms. He was healed by the royal family and inducted into their services with an honorable position for his bravery. Helios ended up in this world when the Guild brought him here to try and recruit him. He eventually found that he did not want to be in the Guild and left. He now wanders as a loner, doing this and that, pretty much returning to mercenary work. He's done small crimes, not enough to be on the Guild's radar. He just works to keep himself alive. Helios has short, dark brown hair that barely touches his shoulders. He has a willowy build, but is surprisingly sturdy and strong. He appears to be 14 years old despite his real 432 years of age. He has a pair of delicate, bright coral dragonfly wings, and he can fly with them. He can change his height and hide his wings at will. He has the powers of fire, can communicate with animals, and heal. Unfortunately, his abilities have decreased since his arrival in this dimension and he is struggling to get back to the power level he was once at.
Male
Dragonfly Fae
432 years old (appears 14)
Helios Seaport is a 432 year old dragonfly fae from an alternative dimension ruled predominantly by fae. Unlike fairies of fairytale, fae are ruthless, horrifying warriors with fantastic powers. Yes, they have insect wings and some of them have very elaborate and frilled costumes, but that's mostly the royal family. Helios was a mercenary turned royal bodyguard after he sacrificed himself to save one of the kingdoms. He was healed by the royal family and inducted into their services with an honorable position for his bravery. Helios ended up in this world when the Guild brought him here to try and recruit him. He eventually found that he did not want to be in the Guild and left. He now wanders as a loner, doing this and that, pretty much returning to mercenary work. He's done small crimes, not enough to be on the Guild's radar. He just works to keep himself alive. Helios has short, dark brown hair that barely touches his shoulders. He has a willowy build, but is surprisingly sturdy and strong. He appears to be 14 years old despite his real 432 years of age. He has a pair of delicate, bright coral dragonfly wings, and he can fly with them. He can change his height and hide his wings at will. He has the powers of fire, can communicate with animals, and heal. Unfortunately, his abilities have decreased since his arrival in this dimension and he is struggling to get back to the power level he was once at.
Landon Factor
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Criminal
Male
Gifted
20 years old
Crimes: murder, thievery, car heists
Landon Alexander Factor, codename "Factor", is one of the more dangerous criminals this side of the world. He's mentally unstable and suffering from antisocial personality disorder, making him a heartless, remorseless killer. He's no petty criminal. Any Guild Apprentice would be a fool to go after him. Guild Members beware as well. He's quite the spontaneous one. Landon is about twenty years old, with shaggy, light blonde hair and green eyes. Multicolored tattoos run up and down his entire left arm. He looks happy most of the time and carefree, definitely not appearing as the criminal type. But one wrong move, one moment of letting your guard down, and he'll rip you in two for so much as looking at him funny. If there's one thing he likes, it's killing. If there's another thing he likes, it's art. Only because of his power. When he was a little kid, he hated art. He was never really creative. But when he discovered that the stick figures he drew came to life, he became inspired. His art became his tool of murder. For years he went unnoticed, for who would ever bother to look at a little boy when there was no reason for it. he never left a trail behind, never a trace. But some of the kids he lived near always whispered rumors about him. The blonde haired boy with the bright smile, and the sketchbook with bloodstained pages. Now he is an adult and a full fledged criminal, escaping to this world to avoid the nuisance of the police. The Guild chase after him and others like him to be sure, but he finds it fun. Once he's set his mind to something, nothing and no one better get in his way.
Male
Gifted
20 years old
Crimes: murder, thievery, car heists
Landon Alexander Factor, codename "Factor", is one of the more dangerous criminals this side of the world. He's mentally unstable and suffering from antisocial personality disorder, making him a heartless, remorseless killer. He's no petty criminal. Any Guild Apprentice would be a fool to go after him. Guild Members beware as well. He's quite the spontaneous one. Landon is about twenty years old, with shaggy, light blonde hair and green eyes. Multicolored tattoos run up and down his entire left arm. He looks happy most of the time and carefree, definitely not appearing as the criminal type. But one wrong move, one moment of letting your guard down, and he'll rip you in two for so much as looking at him funny. If there's one thing he likes, it's killing. If there's another thing he likes, it's art. Only because of his power. When he was a little kid, he hated art. He was never really creative. But when he discovered that the stick figures he drew came to life, he became inspired. His art became his tool of murder. For years he went unnoticed, for who would ever bother to look at a little boy when there was no reason for it. he never left a trail behind, never a trace. But some of the kids he lived near always whispered rumors about him. The blonde haired boy with the bright smile, and the sketchbook with bloodstained pages. Now he is an adult and a full fledged criminal, escaping to this world to avoid the nuisance of the police. The Guild chase after him and others like him to be sure, but he finds it fun. Once he's set his mind to something, nothing and no one better get in his way.
Jared Couldry
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Leader of X-eo
Male
Vampire
127 (appears 24)
Jared Couldry isn't your average gang leader. He doesn't sit on chairs made of money with half naked chicks in his lap while his men do the work, no. He does that in his freetime. He likes to go out and do the dirty work himself. Being a vampire, Jared is always on the lookout for fresh blood to suck out of people. He likes the thrill of capturing and killing people slowly. He likes hearing them scream and beg for mercy as they writhe uselessly in his iron grip. He loves it, so he takes every opportunity to make it happen. On occasion, he'll send a member out on an errand and request they bring back a nice young human for him, much the same way one might request a pizza or take out. It's no secret that he's a vampire and an avid blood drinker, and his members know not to mess with him. If anything, the knowledge of his species solidifies his position as their leader. Who would be dumb enough to oppose a vampire anyway? There's not much to say about his past. He turned at age twenty-four and doesn't remember his life before hand except it was rather droll. He's always been killing simply because he wants to, and being a vampire gives him more of an excuse than anything to keep it up. He always wanted to be a criminal, and now his dream has come true. He likes to bathe in blood and drink blood and eat blood, so that's what he does, and he makes money on the side. Life couldn't be better except the pesky Guild is always on his tail. Jared is very handsome and doesn't have more trouble attracting consenting partners -though he will take whoever he wants when he wants despite anything and everything. He has an insane eight pack and ripped muscles while maintaining a lean enough build to not look like a freak or anything. He has black hair that reaches his shoulders and gleaming red eyes. He's pale as death, but his arms turn black past the elbows and his fingers taper to claws. He can hurt anything when he wants to, and he doesn't have to eat them to do it. Sometimes he'll just slit someone's throat with a literal wave of his hand. To sum everything up: don't mess with him. The Guild Master can most likely keep him in line, but no one else really.
Male
Vampire
127 (appears 24)
Jared Couldry isn't your average gang leader. He doesn't sit on chairs made of money with half naked chicks in his lap while his men do the work, no. He does that in his freetime. He likes to go out and do the dirty work himself. Being a vampire, Jared is always on the lookout for fresh blood to suck out of people. He likes the thrill of capturing and killing people slowly. He likes hearing them scream and beg for mercy as they writhe uselessly in his iron grip. He loves it, so he takes every opportunity to make it happen. On occasion, he'll send a member out on an errand and request they bring back a nice young human for him, much the same way one might request a pizza or take out. It's no secret that he's a vampire and an avid blood drinker, and his members know not to mess with him. If anything, the knowledge of his species solidifies his position as their leader. Who would be dumb enough to oppose a vampire anyway? There's not much to say about his past. He turned at age twenty-four and doesn't remember his life before hand except it was rather droll. He's always been killing simply because he wants to, and being a vampire gives him more of an excuse than anything to keep it up. He always wanted to be a criminal, and now his dream has come true. He likes to bathe in blood and drink blood and eat blood, so that's what he does, and he makes money on the side. Life couldn't be better except the pesky Guild is always on his tail. Jared is very handsome and doesn't have more trouble attracting consenting partners -though he will take whoever he wants when he wants despite anything and everything. He has an insane eight pack and ripped muscles while maintaining a lean enough build to not look like a freak or anything. He has black hair that reaches his shoulders and gleaming red eyes. He's pale as death, but his arms turn black past the elbows and his fingers taper to claws. He can hurt anything when he wants to, and he doesn't have to eat them to do it. Sometimes he'll just slit someone's throat with a literal wave of his hand. To sum everything up: don't mess with him. The Guild Master can most likely keep him in line, but no one else really.
Nevette DuFour
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Blame Member
Male
Voodoo Witch
128 years old (appears 19)
Reagan DuFour (wife), Sai DuFour (son), Liam DuFour (son), (unknown bastard children), Arson DuFour (grandson)
Nevette DuFour is a very handsome young man, appearing to be nineteen years old, with red hair that goes to the bottom of his jaw, silver eyes ringed with yellow-green, and fair skin. He comes across as arrogant yet smart with ability to back his egotistical claims. He has an aura about him that suggests he doesn't care about life itself and could never die. And the reason being; he can't. He has yet to actually stay dead, and the nice thing about being him is that he can't feel pain either. He doesn't fight that much though. He prefers to stand from afar and send his son and personal zombie slave Sai out into battle. If he does attack, it's long range. Wait, son? At nineteen? How old is this kid? Well, Nevette is immortal to age as well as Sai. Nevette's true age is 128. Since he can make himself appear as he chooses, he allowed himself to age to his twenties, married, and settled down. He had two children: Sai and Liam. Sai was murdered at fifteen, and in his grief, Nevette turned him into a zombie using his voodoo. Liam died when he was thirty-eight, leaving behind his own wife and son. Liam's death is a bit of a mystery. He vanished one day, and after a year, his body was found in a ditch outside a Wal-Mart. Nevette doesn't really concern himself with his family anymore. He has records to be sure, but he doesn't follow his own grandchildren around all the time. Just makes occasional peeks at their lives. His wife Reagan died of pneumonia when she was forty-eight, and that's when Nevette left town with Sai, traveling off to find somewhere else to occupy. Last he heard of his family, Liam's wife and son had moved to the town Nevette is currently in. He doesn't worry about them recognizing him, since the wife and son never met Sai and Nevette reverted his age and appearance to original. He keeps an eye on his grandson, and his various bastard children running about, but otherwise he focuses on his duties in the gang.
Male
Voodoo Witch
128 years old (appears 19)
Reagan DuFour (wife), Sai DuFour (son), Liam DuFour (son), (unknown bastard children), Arson DuFour (grandson)
Nevette DuFour is a very handsome young man, appearing to be nineteen years old, with red hair that goes to the bottom of his jaw, silver eyes ringed with yellow-green, and fair skin. He comes across as arrogant yet smart with ability to back his egotistical claims. He has an aura about him that suggests he doesn't care about life itself and could never die. And the reason being; he can't. He has yet to actually stay dead, and the nice thing about being him is that he can't feel pain either. He doesn't fight that much though. He prefers to stand from afar and send his son and personal zombie slave Sai out into battle. If he does attack, it's long range. Wait, son? At nineteen? How old is this kid? Well, Nevette is immortal to age as well as Sai. Nevette's true age is 128. Since he can make himself appear as he chooses, he allowed himself to age to his twenties, married, and settled down. He had two children: Sai and Liam. Sai was murdered at fifteen, and in his grief, Nevette turned him into a zombie using his voodoo. Liam died when he was thirty-eight, leaving behind his own wife and son. Liam's death is a bit of a mystery. He vanished one day, and after a year, his body was found in a ditch outside a Wal-Mart. Nevette doesn't really concern himself with his family anymore. He has records to be sure, but he doesn't follow his own grandchildren around all the time. Just makes occasional peeks at their lives. His wife Reagan died of pneumonia when she was forty-eight, and that's when Nevette left town with Sai, traveling off to find somewhere else to occupy. Last he heard of his family, Liam's wife and son had moved to the town Nevette is currently in. He doesn't worry about them recognizing him, since the wife and son never met Sai and Nevette reverted his age and appearance to original. He keeps an eye on his grandson, and his various bastard children running about, but otherwise he focuses on his duties in the gang.
Sai DuFour
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Slave to Nevette DuFour
Blame Member (of a sort)
Male
Voodoo Zombie
43 years old (appears 15)
Nevette DuFour (father), Reagan DuFour (mother), Liam DuFour (brother), Arson DuFour (nephew)
Sai DuFour died. He died from multiple 50 caliber sniper rounds to the chest and one to the face. He died before his corpse even hit the ground from the impact. Sai was fifteen years old. The scenario that resulted in this brutal death is kept a secret for the most part. If he really is dead, then you're probably wondering why he's sitting in that chair staring at you with a scowl on his perfectly non-mutilated face. Well, that's because he's a voodoo zombie. Sai is a slave to his own father, which seems pretty harsh, and it is, but Sai doesn't care because he's dead and he has no choice when it comes to obeying him. Sai has no emotions anymore, or if he does, it's repressed, almost like an inner voice audible to his own ears, or a reaction that he does not make voluntarily. He has gotten better at repressing this side of himself, but it still comes out. Sai looks absolutley normal on a whole: generally pale skin, red-brown hair the color of autumn leaves, dark gray eyes ringed in black. He's tall and very muscular with a gorgeous six pack and incredible muscle tone in his arms and legs. He's a perfect specimen. But there's something off about the eyes. His left eye always has a contracted pupil. The right eye always has a dilated pupil. It's unsettling and occasionally outright creepy. When "under cover" as it were, Nevette will tell bystanders that Sai is simply blind in his right eye. Sai is usually off the Guild's radar entirely despite that he's in a gang, simply because he himself is not in control of what he does at all, and because of this, he's considered somewhat innocent of his own crimes.
Blame Member (of a sort)
Male
Voodoo Zombie
43 years old (appears 15)
Nevette DuFour (father), Reagan DuFour (mother), Liam DuFour (brother), Arson DuFour (nephew)
Sai DuFour died. He died from multiple 50 caliber sniper rounds to the chest and one to the face. He died before his corpse even hit the ground from the impact. Sai was fifteen years old. The scenario that resulted in this brutal death is kept a secret for the most part. If he really is dead, then you're probably wondering why he's sitting in that chair staring at you with a scowl on his perfectly non-mutilated face. Well, that's because he's a voodoo zombie. Sai is a slave to his own father, which seems pretty harsh, and it is, but Sai doesn't care because he's dead and he has no choice when it comes to obeying him. Sai has no emotions anymore, or if he does, it's repressed, almost like an inner voice audible to his own ears, or a reaction that he does not make voluntarily. He has gotten better at repressing this side of himself, but it still comes out. Sai looks absolutley normal on a whole: generally pale skin, red-brown hair the color of autumn leaves, dark gray eyes ringed in black. He's tall and very muscular with a gorgeous six pack and incredible muscle tone in his arms and legs. He's a perfect specimen. But there's something off about the eyes. His left eye always has a contracted pupil. The right eye always has a dilated pupil. It's unsettling and occasionally outright creepy. When "under cover" as it were, Nevette will tell bystanders that Sai is simply blind in his right eye. Sai is usually off the Guild's radar entirely despite that he's in a gang, simply because he himself is not in control of what he does at all, and because of this, he's considered somewhat innocent of his own crimes.
Arson DuFour
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Criminal
Male
Flame Elemental
15 years old
Crimes: arson
Liam DuFour (father), Elizabeth Swanekinn (mother), Sai DuFour (uncle), Nevette DuFour (grandfather), Talbot Swanekinn (step-father),
Arson DuFour is the only real DuFour 'heir' as it were. He carries the name, is the only child of Liam DuFour, and in three years, will come into his inheritance. His father, you see, was the godfather of a very powerful mafia. Arson was reared to follow in his father's footsteps and lead them on to greater glory. However, when his father died, his mother paid off the varied debts, picked up Arson, and fled the town, determined to start a new life. Problem was, the past has a way of catching up with people. Arson discovered his abilities as a Flame Elemental. His grandfather was originally a flame elemental before he gave up his abilities to the voodoo magic to learn its ways. The genes were still in his blood as well as the blood of his grandmother Reagan. Liam had kept his race a secret, and now Arson is left to struggle with this power alone. His mother won't understand him, and who knows what his step-father would do as he already despises Arson as it is. Arson is alone and afraid, but also very strong. He has suppressed his emotions and honed his abilities, becoming an arsonist and doing a fantastic job at it. He burns, and burns, but never people. He has lived up to his own name it seems. His acts are incredible, and he is never linked to the crimes as he is always careful. He has devised that one day, he will return to the mafia and reclaim his position as their rightful leader. Arson bears the normal DuFour looks as it is a family of Flame Elementals: striking red hair, fair skin. However, he has maintained the flame elemental eyes that his father, and at one point his grandfather, possessed: dark amber with a ring of golden orange.
Male
Flame Elemental
15 years old
Crimes: arson
Liam DuFour (father), Elizabeth Swanekinn (mother), Sai DuFour (uncle), Nevette DuFour (grandfather), Talbot Swanekinn (step-father),
Arson DuFour is the only real DuFour 'heir' as it were. He carries the name, is the only child of Liam DuFour, and in three years, will come into his inheritance. His father, you see, was the godfather of a very powerful mafia. Arson was reared to follow in his father's footsteps and lead them on to greater glory. However, when his father died, his mother paid off the varied debts, picked up Arson, and fled the town, determined to start a new life. Problem was, the past has a way of catching up with people. Arson discovered his abilities as a Flame Elemental. His grandfather was originally a flame elemental before he gave up his abilities to the voodoo magic to learn its ways. The genes were still in his blood as well as the blood of his grandmother Reagan. Liam had kept his race a secret, and now Arson is left to struggle with this power alone. His mother won't understand him, and who knows what his step-father would do as he already despises Arson as it is. Arson is alone and afraid, but also very strong. He has suppressed his emotions and honed his abilities, becoming an arsonist and doing a fantastic job at it. He burns, and burns, but never people. He has lived up to his own name it seems. His acts are incredible, and he is never linked to the crimes as he is always careful. He has devised that one day, he will return to the mafia and reclaim his position as their rightful leader. Arson bears the normal DuFour looks as it is a family of Flame Elementals: striking red hair, fair skin. However, he has maintained the flame elemental eyes that his father, and at one point his grandfather, possessed: dark amber with a ring of golden orange.
Love
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"Love"
Member of the Guild
Male
unknown race
18 years old
Love. A strange name for a strange young man. Yes, a man. His true name is unknown, so everyone just calls him Love. That's how he introduced himself after all. He literally said: "You can call me Love." Love isn't much of a loving person, ironically. He flirts, he romances, he sweeps others off their feet, but deep down he could hardly care less. He's a passionate lover but he doesn't love those he makes love to. Confused yet? Yes? No? Too bad, moving on.
Love's history is a mystery, though there are a whole slew of rumors going around, mostly spread by himself. He tells people one thing, and other people another. He denies the truth and accepts the lies. Such is he. He is an enigma and enjoys the frustrations that come with people's curiosities. Because of this, he can never get really close to people, at least, not as much as he would truly like. But his overlying desires and inconsistent moods prevent him from making any changes, and he doesn't seem to have the resolve to really try anyway. He loves challenge, conflict: and from this, he challenges Balavendar's authority. Trouble is, they need him more than they can afford to get rid of him, and so he is secure in the fact that he can stay on no matter what he says. This can bring about humorous or even distressing results that end in an uneasy truce.
Love is beautiful. More often than not, that is how he is described. He is tall and very strong with a perfect figure and incredible tone and definition to his strong, lean body. He has golden-tan skin that is both smooth, soft, and devoid of blemish. He has warm brown eyes, depthless and soulful, full of wisdom and harmony and passion. His hair is silky soft, the color of dark chocolate, and it falls under the line of his chin with slightly longer bangs on the right side of his face. He appears to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty-three.
Love is a healer of sorts. His true ability involves both the power to un-heal and to heal. His most decisive method is to actually kill the patient, shock their body into an agonizing, intense healing process, which then in turn "brings them back to life". He always demands payment in return. Rarely if never will he use his abilities as a favor.
Member of the Guild
Male
unknown race
18 years old
Love. A strange name for a strange young man. Yes, a man. His true name is unknown, so everyone just calls him Love. That's how he introduced himself after all. He literally said: "You can call me Love." Love isn't much of a loving person, ironically. He flirts, he romances, he sweeps others off their feet, but deep down he could hardly care less. He's a passionate lover but he doesn't love those he makes love to. Confused yet? Yes? No? Too bad, moving on.
Love's history is a mystery, though there are a whole slew of rumors going around, mostly spread by himself. He tells people one thing, and other people another. He denies the truth and accepts the lies. Such is he. He is an enigma and enjoys the frustrations that come with people's curiosities. Because of this, he can never get really close to people, at least, not as much as he would truly like. But his overlying desires and inconsistent moods prevent him from making any changes, and he doesn't seem to have the resolve to really try anyway. He loves challenge, conflict: and from this, he challenges Balavendar's authority. Trouble is, they need him more than they can afford to get rid of him, and so he is secure in the fact that he can stay on no matter what he says. This can bring about humorous or even distressing results that end in an uneasy truce.
Love is beautiful. More often than not, that is how he is described. He is tall and very strong with a perfect figure and incredible tone and definition to his strong, lean body. He has golden-tan skin that is both smooth, soft, and devoid of blemish. He has warm brown eyes, depthless and soulful, full of wisdom and harmony and passion. His hair is silky soft, the color of dark chocolate, and it falls under the line of his chin with slightly longer bangs on the right side of his face. He appears to be somewhere between eighteen and twenty-three.
Love is a healer of sorts. His true ability involves both the power to un-heal and to heal. His most decisive method is to actually kill the patient, shock their body into an agonizing, intense healing process, which then in turn "brings them back to life". He always demands payment in return. Rarely if never will he use his abilities as a favor.
Oro Mallador
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Member of the Guild
Male
Maneki Neko
13 years old
Oro is a little Maneki Neko. Menaki Neko are benevolent ghost cats of Japan that watch over their owners. They are a benevolent form of the bakeneko, and possess some abilities with a few of their own: walk on their hind legs, fly, talk, create ghostly fireballs, shapeshift into human form, and predict events. Oro was a little black cat with bright blue eyes. In human form, he has black hair and the same blue eyes, but he usually preserves the black ears and tail in his human form as well as his fangs. He lived in Japan and was owned by a little boy named Shin. He went wherever Shin went, following him like a dog. Then one day, Oro died. He won't say how, but it was probably awful considering the town he lived in. Because of certain circumstances, he became
Male
Maneki Neko
13 years old
Oro is a little Maneki Neko. Menaki Neko are benevolent ghost cats of Japan that watch over their owners. They are a benevolent form of the bakeneko, and possess some abilities with a few of their own: walk on their hind legs, fly, talk, create ghostly fireballs, shapeshift into human form, and predict events. Oro was a little black cat with bright blue eyes. In human form, he has black hair and the same blue eyes, but he usually preserves the black ears and tail in his human form as well as his fangs. He lived in Japan and was owned by a little boy named Shin. He went wherever Shin went, following him like a dog. Then one day, Oro died. He won't say how, but it was probably awful considering the town he lived in. Because of certain circumstances, he became
Aventus Faude
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