Name: Erika Morgenstern 

Species: Human

Job: Assassin, Mercenary

Appearance: Tall and lithe, with the deadly grace of a predator's shadow. She has no expression, her eyes like shards of blue ice. Her hair is the pale gold of winter sunlight on snow, braided back in a complex Norse style with metal bands, pinned into a swirl at the back of the head. She carries a large circular leather and iron shield, and hides a steel battle-axe beneath her worn cloak. Most of her clothing is old and worn, frayed around the edges, made from leathers and lined with fur.

Personality: Cold and uncaring. She is a mercenary and has no emotional ties. She lives a life of battles and blood, and easily flies into a berserker rage. 

Home: None.

Most often seen at: Wherever a war is brewing, or perhaps silently slipping through the shadows.

Friend/Mentor: None.

Enemy: The enemy of her employer

Favorite Possession: Her shield and Battleaxe

Motto: "Cold Iron burns more than any mortal's wrath."

Strengths: Ruthless, and detached. She feels no emotions and is unbending in the face of death. Thrives in combat, fearless. 

Weaknesses: Erika believes all people are the same, that they are all corrupt and craven, deserving to die. She takes Humanity as not a group of individuals, but a single conglomeration, and dismisses them as such. She likes fighting, and has closed herself off for so long that she has lost nearly all human empathy.

Background:  Born in the harsh cold of North Kyngdom alone and abandoned, Erika wandered through army camps, picking up bits and pieces of martial arts. When she further showed interest in learning the arts of fighting, she was turned down by numerous warriors. However, all the warriors already had squires. In order to get what she wanted, she slit the bottoms of a squire's feet so he couldn't move and reported to his knight, waiting three days before asking him to take her in as an apprentice. As he assumed his charge to be gone for good, the warrior said yes. Since then, her heart has hardened to be as frigid and dead as the landscape of her birth land.

NAME: Theodora Pendragon

SPECIES: Necromancer

JOB/TITLE: Street musician, entertainer of wealthy merchants and Nobles, Dealer of illegal information.

APPEARANCE: Theodora has curling bangs that brush her eyebrows, and coppery stringy hair, untidy and so long that it brushes the ground. She weaves ivory-colored ribbons and silver bells in it. Her sparkling, long-lashed eyes glint from beneath long, arching eyebrows that are several shades darker than her hair, and she has a tall Roman nose. Her face is very expressive, the features are rather foxy, her mouth perpetually curved in a mischievous grin of amusement with a sharp chin beneath it. She is pale and lanky, her form marred by dark, ridged scars, curling around her arms, long neck, and torso. She wears layers of colorful skirts and dresses, an over-large trench coat, combat boots, and an embroidered scarf so long that the ends of its tassels trail on the ground. She wears her pageboy cap low over her face.

PERSONALITY: The first to crack a joke, no matter how dire the situation. She laughs at Fate, and seems to float free of time, often forgetting the date and time. She doesn't care much about anything, and is inquisitive about everything. Has a sharp, sometimes cruel sense of wit.

HOME: anywhere

MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: All over Kyngdom

FRIEND: Feryl DuEll, if that's fine with her.

ENEMY/RIVALS: Anybody who is after her, or aims to run her down. Theodora doesn't hold much of a grudge to anybody, so any maliciousness is one-sided.

FAVOURITE POSSESSION: Her magical lute, painstakingly painted with vines and mythical animals.

MOTTO: "Luck is worth nearly as much as the spare change I left at your mother's bedside."

STRENGTHS: Humor, and being able to detach herself from emotions and petty rivalries. She lives carefree and is very adept to change.

WEAKNESSES: Though her sharp wit keeps people on their toes, it can also make her many enemies. Her sense of time can help her be carefree, as well as put her in dangerous, messy situations. Her curiosity helps her collect both information and wrath.

BACKGROUND: The daughter of the irresponsible, arrogant Necromancer, Pendragon. He worked at a foreign king's court as his advisor. When there was an invasion, he was killed along with the king. Theodora escaped by blackmailing a captain of a ship with information, and sailed all the way to the vast, famous Kyngdom. There she changed her name to Theodora, and hid her necromancy beneath the guise of a musician, though she was actually using her magical training to make people feel her music was special. Since then, she has wandered, gradually learning of the feud between animals and humans.

(Out of charrie)

@Theodora and Erika, your descriptive language is great! Sorry if I sound like your language arts teacher. :p

(Kind of in charrie)

It's nice that you can wear your hair like that. Training school policy for me was hair one inch and 3.25 quarters below the soldier, put into two tight braids. That way, we look innocent to trick the people that we are after. Also, it doesn't get that much in the way when we fight others.

I've always wondered what it's like to wear your hair any way you want. Must be nice. 

Silence, Shadow. It is Alexandria, and you know it. I never said I was nice, I didn't stab you, and he is not my boyfriend.

No wonder you turned down the position of assistant general.

In that position, you actually have to get your facts straight.

Big suprise. 

Name: Serefina Fowl

Species: Shapeshifter

Job/Title: Serefina of Sailhaven, spy for a classified group

Appearance: When in human form- short-cut black hair, thin frame, tannish skin tone, when shapeshifting- always thin, prefers to be a dolphin

Personality: Smart, sassy, snappy, to-the-point

Home: Sailhaven

Most often seen at: Sailhaven

Friend or mentor: I develop them

Enemy: Catastrophe

Favorite possesion: a silver chain neckalace with 6 charms that represent the powers

Motto: Duh!

Strengths: Smart as Artemis Fowl (if you read Artemis Fowl)

Weaknesses: Kind of shy

Background: Information not availible.

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NAME: Riuex Fancel

SPECIES: Homo Sapiens Aves

JOB/TITLE: Assasin for Elliot's Army (now Poe Allen's, I guess)

APPEARENCE: Shoulder length blonde hair that is usually pulled back in a french braid, light grey eyes, always looks concentrated, lean build, average height, big, grey, wings

PERSONALITY: Quiet when around other people, but when with friends, funny nad sarcastic, always concentrated, smart

HOME: Army Base Dorms

MOST OFTEN SEEN AT: The Base

FRIEND OR MENTOR: Her friends are Olympia and Auva, and formerly Tuera and Mina

ENEMY OR RIVAL: Any enemy of Poe Allen

FAVORITE POSSESION OR OBJECT: A small locket given to her by her parents

MOTTO OR FAVORITE SAYING: If at first you don't succeed, than you need to get better.

STRENGTHS: Hand to hand on ground and in the air, usage of any weapon

WEAKNESSES: Water

BACKGROUND: Rieux used to live with her parents, brother, and sister. One day, they were having a picnic when Riuex accidentley went into the churning river, and unable to get to the surface. Her dad dived after her, and got her out, drowning in the process.

That was one day.

The four went camping one day when Riuex found herself face to face with a bear. Her mom protected her, dying in the proccess.

That was another day.

Her brother, 18, took care of her and her sister, who was 17, when one day he disapeared completley.

That was another day.

Finally, a year later, her sister, now 18, took care of her when SOCS officials came and took Riuex away, killing her sister.

That was the final day.

Riuex later on became part of the HSAP [Homo Sapiens Aves (which basically translates to bird human) Program], gaining big grey wings on her back. Only one other was ever recorded also being a part of this specific program, also known as Shadow.