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If i told you he was like any other 19 year old high school Senior i'd be lying. Nagi isnt as focused on the things he should be like school. He is more into killing monsters and learning new powers.

Nagi was born into a family of your nontraditional wizards and witches. He was taught how to use his powers every since he was born. While being horrible to start with he worked everyday and now is one of the best wizards but he's only at his best when he's focused.

His personality is more laid back and lazy. He is always saying, "I wish i was cloud" or, "This is such a drag.".But he can also be funny at times and likes to be witty/cheeky.

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1 | 0 Comments | by Deadshot | Nov 22nd 2015 22:23


After Edward brought Christoph back and after helping him and all, when his father went to take some rest, he decided to go to Timm to take Pepy back home.
So he goes to him and knocks on the door.
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1 | 32 Comments | by Magnus_Bane | Nov 19th 2015 15:13


I have had a hard time with this character but I finally found a good pick! Its kilo, a hardcore somewhat emotionless katana wielding half insane .....I went a bit too far there....
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2 | 0 Comments | by Cylie | Nov 19th 2015 09:38


This next picture is James, a teen who hates to do what must be done....
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0 | 5 Comments | by Cylie | Nov 19th 2015 09:34


After Dorian's return from the mountains, she indeed prepared him a special dinner and made sure the children were super perfect for their father's return, and they indeed were. They all missed Dorian in the days he was away and were worried sick for him, mostly after they also heard of the shocking news about Christoph and the "attack" of his brothers at Khai and Xiu. She sure feared they could come there as well and accuse her to be involved in that or something, so she kept herself pretty "hidden", staying home all the time.
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1 | 70 Comments | by The_Master_ | Nov 18th 2015 15:37

What's the truth of what happened to Christoph.

The official version spread among the filo-North faction of Eastern young fighters and Riddle family, is that Christoph was captured in a night attack from an enemy faction while he was resting in his camp with the soldiers.
What the soldiers found the next morning, was just some drops of blood on the ground, not far from where the medic was resting, and to that, the guys could only see two possibilities: either he was captured to be tortured for information or he was killed and his corpse had vanished already. They credited the first option because of the very small amount of blood. they guessed there would be quite some more if he had been killed there.

What happened that night.

Christoph was indeed resting after a rather hard day. They were attacked in their previous camp some hours before and he got a rather ugly wound caused by a sword cutting him. Nothing serious nor deadly though, his only worry was that it could get infected, given the fact they had barely any medical supply beside what he brought with him, which was enough for barely 1 day in there.
It was just the third day he was there and it was pretty clear to him that he would not be going back home. He was close to be killed that day and the enemy seem to target him for first in their attacks. But he didn't complain nor he spoke with the others.
He wasn't sent to the main "army", just a secondary group and most of the guys there did not even speak common language close to enough to be understood. Which -he didn't know- was at the base of the very fact he was there, bad communication skills.

Anyhow, after tending to his wound as he could, he tried to have some rest that night. No easy task, knowing that probably some attack will occur before dawn.
Just as he was about to fall asleep though, he hears something totally unbelievable considering the place. The crying of a little girl, begging for help. It got him up immediately and started to look around in the camp, noticing that all of the others were in deep sleep, except from the patrol guy who was nowhere to be seen.
Curious and worried, he went out of the camp, towards the place where the voice came from, pretty dumbly indeed. As a matter of fact, as soon as he went close enough from the camp, a man fully clothed in black and with covered face jumped on him, immobilizing him in no time and breaking his arm. He tried to struggle, but everything happened so fast he found himself unable to react effectively.

Before he could even think, the other teleported them to another area, completely different from where they were, more isolated and close to a river. Despite it was late night, the sky so starry and shiny gave pretty much enough light to see. Without a word, the man who kept holding his arms behind his back, started to push him towards the abandoned, half burned house in the place and once inside, he forced him to walk downstairs, to a totally dark room which smelt like no good.

Guessing -wrongly- what his abductor's intentions were, despite the broken arm, as soon as he was pushed away, he rushed at the mysterious figure and aimed to steal his sword, unsuccessfully. He was harmed and definitely no match for someone of the experience of the other. To that, the man hit him hard in the chest and grabbed him by hair and -broken- arm to keep him stiff. «Don't force me to harm you any further. Please?» To that, he slowly let him go and uncovered his face.
Christoph almost froze to hear that voice, recognizing it immediately even before Sao uncovered his face and he literally looked at him with shock, confused beyond measure. He never knew much of him, other that he is the uncle of Xiu and that he lives with them in Edward's mansion, so a thousands thoughts started to run in his mind, thinking he was a traitor and a threat for their family and the entire North. But before Christoph could say anything, Sao approached a desk and turned a few candles on, lighting the place a little. Clearly, a place used for nothing good. Dried blood everywhere, chains, knives, nothing reassuring.

«You are a man of science, someone rational, I know it. But you also were tortured so your fear doesn't make you lucid now.» Sao said calmly to him while sitting on a chair by the desk.

Christoph gasped and recoiled till reaching the wall, where he held his broken arm with his hand. He didn't know what to reply to his words, so he just waited for him to proceed, after all, he doesn't have much choice at the moment. The place is of course protected from magic thus he can't teleport. Sao is not a fool.

«I know this is not the most reassuring place. If you could trust me, you would realize that this is the safest place you could be, though. No one will come here. Nothing should go wrong and with your luck, I really can't risk.» Sao said with a low and slightly thoughtful tone while taking off his gloves and throwing them on the desk. Afterwards, he stood up and started to walk towards him, raising a hand as to reassure him.
«I know that as a man who was tortured, your mind is not letting you be lucid but I will try tp explain the situation. Your freedom to believe or not.
There is a civil war going on here and this is what you know already. A few opposite factions are fighting each other to steal the throne. What we are keeping secret is that one of these faction is being secretly backed from the North, indirectly, because we want this faction to be in charge. We want Choi Li-Huang on the throne, because we know he will make things change and set the bases for a durable peace and cooperation between our Realms.
I am a spy, using my contacts with nobles and generals to provide important information to the North and to make sure our faction will win this war, while thinking I am their enemy. It is deadly essential that my reputation here stays unchanged, and you know what my reputation is, so you can agree with me I can not just let you run back to your camp or home, after I volunteered to come getting you. Not before the right precautions will be taken in the other side.
You weren't meant to be here, no one of the previous medics was, either. We were unaware of it, even, because the people who asked for medical support was meant to ask for medical supplies. Who sent that message wasn't good eough at speaking common language, we can't blame them though, they are ignorant young sons of farmers, fishers.
It would be the dumbest thing to ask for, honestly. No wonder your predecessors were killed so fast. A single northern among eastern, will always be the first target even without knowing it's a medic.
When I heard you were sent here for this, Khai investigated and I came to the man who "hired" me, General Khan, in order to get my hands on you before them. I told him I would take care of the new medic and I came for you. They are by now sure you are dead. And it's what they must keep believing. I'll refer them some fake information I "obtained" from you.
What is really essential is that no one here will hear otherwise. For this, I can't let you back to the North until we shut every possible rumor and press up. You really best never set a foot back here until the war is over, when Choi Li-Huang will be Emperor.
So, for about two days you will have to stay here, your family will have to think you are still captive of who knows who, then Khai will come here, take you back and pretend he rescued you from somewhere. I'd much prefer if you didn't mention the truth to your family either. Edward knows already and that's enough. They can survive two days of worries.» He spoke calmly and clearly. He found it of utter importance that no unnecessary person heard of this, because his role in the East was still of extreme importance and he could not let everything get ruined because of this.
«I am aware you probably don't trust me yet. But I warn you, if you try to run away or make some mess, I will be forced to harm you and chain you. So, be quiet and calm, try to relax and think that in two days you'll be back home. Also, don't ever try to touch the sword of a Master of Shadows again, it could really be the last thing you do in your life.» He approached a chair to him in case he wanted to sit, but Christoph instead, sat on the dirty floor. He was confused and not trusting him much yet. Too many words.
Sao just sat on the chair himself, close to the other. «I wonder...have you ever raped a woman?»

Christoph gave him an almost shocked look at his question. «Of course no!»

«Tortured an innocent? Harmed kids? Offended the Gods?» Sao kept asking, but Christoph's answer was always a rather bothered "no!" as of course he never did anything like that.
«Then it's not the Gods to be causing all this to you. I have to admit that your bad luck have caught my attention, as it has little of natural in it...» He pondered, suspecting always more that he could be under a curse of some sort. Though, he already asked both Lydia and Bart if they cursed him or paid someone to do so, and both honestly said to never have done such thing. He gave Christoph a glance, noticing his black shirt was getting "wet" on a part, on the side of his belly. «Are you wounded?» He asked seriously, while standing up and kneeling beside him. Without waiting for his answer, he tore off his shirt to uncover the part, noticing the nasty cut he had. The wound was clearly infected. Sao swore in his language at the sight of it, as it seemed pretty serious. «You can't help yourself with that...and neither can I.» He stood up again and gave him a last glance. «I am sorry for this, I must call him. I can't let you die.» Referring to Edward. Said that, he left, teleporting away, locking him inside, for his own good, for real. (To be continued).
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1 | 1 Comment | by Sao | Nov 18th 2015 15:34


The day after the concert, few hours after being summoned by Rujha, he rushes to Timm as he must warn hum about this and what is going to happen for the next 3 months.

He is noticeably shaken and dreaded by this, he has a deep feeling he won't be coming back.

Reached Timm's mansion, he knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open.
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1 | 11 Comments | by Sao | Nov 17th 2015 12:36


This next pic is how I imagine soul, a preteen doctor in training to look
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0 | 1 Comment | by Cylie | Nov 17th 2015 12:19

A game

(I'm done with the whole morbid thing,)
I'm going to play a game, I have a forum called survival, I will find picture that I think fit the characters in my forum...the first is my oc, clarissa
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1 | 1 Comment | by Cylie | Nov 17th 2015 09:46


Mordecai James Einheart

Age: 22

Height: 6'

Weight: 151

Orientation: Straight

Personality: Morty can be a little harsh, but is usually kind to people especially if they are girls. He Loves all of Nature. He loves animals and houses all sorts of them inside his house. However, Morty is a great hunter for animals that are in high population and always thanks them for there bounty. He is a skilled shot with a sniper rifle, pistol and bow. He also a firm believer in luck.
His pets
People disrespecting women

Bio: Mordecai is originally from Artemis, and at the age of 17, Mordecai won an interplanetary sharpshooting competition with a revolver. He became a wealthy gun manufacture at the age of 20 and has built up his empire from scratch

Mordecai's fighting style is that of a sharpshooter. He is well suited for ranged combat, being able to have improved accuracy and dealing the most damage with well placed head shots. He has a preference of sniper rifles and pistols. His melee weapon is a sword, which can also be a tool of great harm.
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17 | 0 Comments | by Spawn317 | Nov 16th 2015 23:06

Aron Lewis

Birth name: Aron Lewis
Nickname: Jinzo
Gender: Male

Ocupation: Mage/ Necromancer
Species: Imortal
D.O.B.: July 17 1850
Age: 21 forever



Personality: Jinzo is very pissed at the world for reasons unannounced to the world, He is very hard to get along with and is very bitter with anyone. However, once you get passed the hard outer shell inside is someone who loves to serve and be helpful, someone who would give the world to make one person happy. He is a silver-tongued devil and has an incomprehensible way with words. He is also very flirty and loves to be around people even though he isn't quite that friendly.

Bio: Aron Lewis was born 10 years before the Civil war started. In dealing with that part of his life, it began to tear his family apart as his brother was totally opposed to the idea of slavery while his father supported the idea of slavery. 7 years into the war, Aron enlisted to fight for the south and actually became quite the warrior. He however came to the horrible battle of fighting his brother and he was defeated. He wasn't killed by his brother yet when the medics came in they just assumed he was dead and left him behind. He became bitter with the world and swore his revenge one day. He fond himself crawling to an old shaman's house where he learned the art of magic. Sadly though his mind began to warp and twist as he killed his master for the secrets of Necromancy. He helped usher in the war and helpped the north win as he wanted to devastate the south. After the war was over, he needed a new porous in life and a place to refine his powers. He then decided that he would venture to the Bermuda Triangle where he met a wise old Necromancer named Zyboran Cromax. There he was able to gain full head of his powers and was killed by his master and reborn as Jinzo, The Terrible Necromant.

Personal Details

Favorite Drink: Whiskey all the way
FAvorite Dish: Lobster

Phobia: Death



Climbing Trees

Abilities: Elemental Manipulation. []Necromancy[/url]

Plays well with others
Can fight an army alone
Amazing senses

Can be Unfriendly
Unesicarily kills things
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16 | 3 Comments | by Spawn317 | Nov 16th 2015 23:02

Pheonix Of Auleahah

Name: Pheonix Of Auleahau (Ah-leh-ha)
Nickname: Pheo
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Character Traits: Compassionate, Loving, Hardworking, Brave
Birthplace: Rome, Itally
Bio: Pheo was one of the greatest warriors of his family and ended up being drafted as one of the high elites in the Roman Legion. With this he was honoured the gift of being able to marry his commanding officer's daughter. However, something happened that sent him forward in time and now he is just getting used to the modern day culture. He is still appropriating and has a heart of a warrior but deep down, he is lonely and looking for someone to fill the void in his life.
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8 | 0 Comments | by Spawn317 | Nov 16th 2015 22:57

Sally Allen

A fiery personality, though, can be quite clumsy.... or so others perceive. In reality, she is quite the mischievous one. Sally, in her early teens, is what many might call 'A Believer.' Vantriluiqy, or the art of making puppets appear to be alive, was quite popular, and Sally happened to have a Vantrilaquest as a neighbor. She was a nice old woman with snow colored hair and cognac eyes. Though, there was something quite special about her puppets. They were quite alive. They also happened to be quite.... unstable, to word it lightly. Sally befriended one of them Mrs. Norton (her neighbor) had named Leonard. She was teased quite often for telling others she was friends with a puppet since a young age. This created a rather large gap between her and the other children. One day, a switch seems to flip in Leonard. Triggered by his 'Mother' Mrs. Norton, he confronts Sally. She accuses his mother of lying. (the argument is not something Sally can readily remember) He kills her with a dull kitchen knife, and yet, something strange indeed occurs. A man clad in shadows appears, and Leonard transforms into a young man as Sally lies there. She caught bits and pieces of the conversation, but only enough to hear "You ended a Believer's Life Light. Now, you will pay the Price." That is when she drifted off. Blood loss, more than likely. However, when she awakens, she has scarcely a scratch upon her. She should be dead, yet... New abilities that are quite handy arise from within her. Controlling living organisms movements... almost as if they were puppets.... Now Sally is on a mission. One to find Leonard and the Shadow Clad Man... by any means necessary.

Age: 19
Eyes: A pretty gun metal blue
Skin: Pale
Talents: Manipulation of Another's Bodily Movements
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0 | 0 Comments | by The-Story-Weaver | Nov 16th 2015 17:30

Christine Williams

Loyal to a fault with a soft heart, Christine is quite the companion. She has resided with a Pack of Lycen's known as 'the White Fang' since she was a wee lass, grown and raised in their ways. Her gifts make her a rather useful girl. The gift to move things with her mind. Unfortunately, her abilities are more tied to her emotions than she might like, and requires a vast amount of concentration to keep them stable. Her gift becomes quite destructive when emotions run amuck. This champion mainly resides in London a little before the industrial revolution sparked. A curious mind, and a curious heart will surely gain her trouble.

Hair: Rust colored/ mid back/ quite curly
Eyes: soft grey/ slanted a bit upwards
Skin: Pale/ freckles marring her cheeks and nose
Species: Half Human with some demonic lineage
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 140lbs
Gifts: Telekinesis

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1 | 0 Comments | by The-Story-Weaver | Nov 16th 2015 17:22

E'hala- The Story Weaver

My name is E'hala. Simply E'hala. A woman who as drifted between the worlds for as long as mine memory serves.
Though it was a strange process of my transcendence, those I have come to encounter have begun to call me upon the name 'The Story Weaver,' as I spin the tales of all I meet upon strange parchment.
Many a strange world I have come to explore. Some sailed across the skies in glorious ships while others chose their home amongst the sea's. Some were of the woodland breed, melding with the shadows as they faced the perils before them. From advanced societies to those of the Grim Ages, I have been witness to many such peoples. However, those who stick are the comrades I travel with upon my journeys. Those who's tales of valor are written upon the parchment that seems to never end.
'We are but scribes in the Sands of Time and Myth. Whether it be the Waking World, or be it the Dream State, it is the burden we must partake as Weavers. '
Pray tell, when will my next adventure begin?

Race: Starlic Weaver
Age: Unkown
Abilities: Realm Walking/ Recording Events that occur without having to actually write it/ Summoning things I have recorded (Champions)
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1 | 0 Comments | by The-Story-Weaver | Nov 16th 2015 17:06