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Name: GabrielTerminal Entry: One of the most respected and feared archangels, Gabriel earned his reputation through power and efficiency.Regardless of the task given, Gabriel would always perform it quickly and decisively, earning him the title of Judge of Hell after dethroning Minos and ending the Lust renaissance.Despite answering to the Council, he is far more popular and beloved among angels due to his radiant personality and active nature, especially compared to the Council that strictly follows and upholds the dogma of the Faith.Having twice clashed with the machine and lost, Gabriel realized he had been mistaken. The strong fire that burned inside him was not hatred at all, but passion.Gabriel had never before known the joy of a struggle, of coming face-to-face with an opponent of equal or greater measure. Though he had lost twice, each loss only further grew his desire to overcome.Up until now, he had only done what was expected of him, but now for the first time he had found something he himself wanted. Not even the fast encroaching End of Hell mattered to him anymore.Still, having come to realize the horrors he had committed in God's name, he felt a great guilt. Though he could not undo what he had done, Gabriel knew he had to make things right, and headed to Hell for the last time.Trivia: It's possible that Gabriel's weakness to nails is a reference to Christ's death from being nailed to the cross.V1, Mirage, Minos and Gabriel are the only four characters (as of writing) to have body pillows that can be officially bought from New Blood.Gabriel is shown in the corner of the official New Blood Interactive 10th Anniversary art in a white dress on what looks to be a date with V1.Gabriel is one of four characters to say the word "F***", the other three being the Owl, Mirage, and the author of the terminal entries found in Prime Sanctums.Official Artwork Below:Official Merch Image Below:Gabriel Intro

Name: V2Terminal Entry: V2 was designed to attempt to recuperate the costs of V1's development when the establishment of the New Peace drained all demand for weapons of war. As such, V2 was marketed and designed for peacetime applications such as security, eschewing the V1's blood-absorptive plating for durable standardized plating. However, its complexity and cost made bulk purchases of simpler, specialized machines such as Drones preferable to purchasing a single V2. As a result, the revised model failed to gain traction and only one prototype was produced, being the one we see in game.After humanity's demise, machines ventured into Hell to look for life-giving blood. This was possible due to the mining facility humans established at the gates of hell before their disappearance. Machines started to kill residents of Hell with the intent to harvest blood, which machines use to power themselves. This, in turn, lead to complete depopulation. Among these machines, few reigned supreme. These Supreme Machines were able to destroy entire segments of Hell on their own. This literal blood-lust leading to many eventually fighting each other to reduce competition and gain blood. V2 numbered among these machines.Somewhere around an exit out of the Limbo layer, V2 hoped to ambush V1 and get rid of competition. However, V2 could not keep up with V1, lost the fight and escaped, losing its left arm in the process. Now fueled by disdain, V2 labored to meet with V1 once more, which it planned to be its last encounter with its predecessor. On its way, V2 scavenged parts of other machines and created the mobility tool Whiplash. Whiplash allowed it to catch up to its adversary and eventually meet it in the Greed layer, where the robots fought once more. V2 attempted to escape once more, however V1 gave chase. The two machines fought sliding down the side of the pyramid with V1 emerging victorious. The pool of blood erstwhile known as V2 leaving only the Whiplash for its predecessor.Personality: V2 was machine made for peacekeeping, as such, under normal circumstances it'd be much more friendly and welcoming to humans. Though... Sadly there are no humans anymore.Trivia: The dynamic V1 and V2 share is similar to that of Dante and Vergil from the Devil May Cry series, being rivals with comparable power levels and contrasting color schemes.V2's battle theme is Versus in the first fight and Duel in the second fight. Both of these songs use the same leitmotif.Due to the constant rumors that V2 actually survived the second fight in [ 4-4: CLAIR DE SOLEIL ], Hakita has confirmed that V2 has been destroyed."RECONSTRUCT WHAT!? THERE'S NOTHING LEFT!"Hakita stated once that the only way V2 could come back is if someone were to get a straw, go up to the blood puddle at the end of 4-4, suck all of the blood up then put it in a glass.V2's Fight.

Copy + Pasted from my roleplay blog. (And subsequently a bulletin, but those don't last forever, so~)While this profile is primarily for him but several years after trying to kermit sudoku (generally the same time period as his blog), I'm open to playing this ornery bastard from any point in his timeline 😪I'm too lazy to transcribe the chicken scratch I wrote on the images but the additional stuff below mainly covers it anyway. The pun, explained, though it's rather obvious: since he's partly a Ghast on his father's side - yeah I'm not going to bother spelling it out it's just like. Right there. Wights in his world refer to "undead of mixed origin" - his mother's side had enough skeleton for him to look exactly like one until just before the monster equivalent of puberty kicked in. The apothecary he used to study under was a human dude in the little mixed human-monster village he and his family lived in. The guy liked to joke that he was an honorary human because "he has a skeleton inside him, too :)" (Gaster stopped trying to point out that the 'skin' was growing from/into/dissolving/otherwise removing the 'skeletal' part of him after a while; old guy thought it was funny). His parents were in charge of funerary ritual for both monsters and humans until the war and unrest reached their village. It began with a human priest deciding to set up shop and sow suspicion among the people living there. The Royal Archivist was a fluffy old crow, looked kind of like the lovechild of a honchkrow and Pokiehl. They met during some ceremony or another, became good friends, and then had a falling out over something stupid. He ceased incorporating feathers into his wardrobe because it was due to a couple of them getting sucked into an experimental machine that caused it to explode. This explosion had two significant results: 1. he ended up injured to a degree that he could not physically nor metaphysically nor mentally heal from, and 2. a lab tech he had been working with that day died. Until his jump he maintained (even if only to himself) that he should have been the one to die that day, since it had been his fault. That incident led him on a downward spiral which, combined with a few other life events that occurred afterward (like submitting his fallen mother to the DT trials run by Alphys) and some external coaxing by what he assumed at the time to be a hallucinatory influence caused by his own guilt, led him to try killing himself via the CORE. He thought it would be poetic to die via his greatest achievement. Obviously it did not work out.

Name: V1Terminal Entry: The V model was built for war, with V1 boasting a new kind of exterior plating that allowed refueling through contact with blood rather than through a separate refueling process.Due to its necessary thinness, it is far less durable, but the ability to fix itself and rebuild broken parts on the fly would outweigh the negatives on an active battlefield.However, during the prototyping phase, the New Peace was established and war became irrelevant.V1’s planned production was cancelled and an updated model, V2, was developed instead, using the standardized plating, since durability was far more important during times of peace when no bloodshed was necessary.Personality: V1 is a mainly bloodthirsty figure, though achieving a great level of comedic knowledge as well as caring a little too much about killing things in a stylish fashion.Trivia: V1's vibes are off and can be sensed by Filth, Cerberi, and Sisyphean Insurrectionists, explaining how it's able to be seen by them despite their lack of eyes.V1 has built a notorious reputation, to the point that any given encounter V1 is in, it is considered the greatest threat in the room and is targeted by everyone, except in 7-3: NO SOUND, NO MEMORY (unless V1 becomes the star of the show).Based on V1's firmware version (2112.08.06) in the boot-up sequence at the start of the game, it can be inferred that V1 was created somewhere around August 6th, 2112. This further implies that the Final War began in the early twentieth century, as other sources state that the Final War was 200 years long and V1 was prototyped right at the end of it.

001. If you see me online, mind your business. I may not be in the mood to reply to stories or banter. Refrain from messaging me multiple times. 002. If you ask to write, please read my character information. I will not bother discussing with you if you present ideas that blatantly do not correlate.003. Banter is preferred over stories. I burn out quickly. 004. Please do not rush for responses. I will make you wait longer.005. Discord is available, just ask.006. 99% IC. Please don't bother with OOC chatter. I will ignore you.007. This is a multi-ship account. 008. Don't ask for romance, this character is not a damsel.009. NSFW is allowed, but don't expect to jump right into smut. Its boring to me most of the time. I am here to write.010. Please be respectful. Muse can be a bitch. Mun is friendly.011. Copy & paste greetings are not necessary. I usually don't greet unless I have an idea for a story. IC greetings are more likely to be answered.

'Scoundrels!'These peasants mocked her! Who? The sorceress. Imbeciles they were assuming the mage was one to fool with.  If they wanted to play with her mind, they surely did not know of what was to come. She whom could swipe in a mere mind of another, read their thoughts.. their memories. Ingest everything another chose to hide from her.She knew it all!But her manipulation was not telling them right away. Pray tell, why should she? Having an upper hand was always what she wanted."You mock me about The Great White Wolf?" Again, her eyes flashed, violet with electric motions of sapphire within the mixture.  How did the witcher always come into play? She did not know. "Have you ever swallowed your own tongue? Since, your mother did not teach you manners, I am more than delighted to teach the two of you." Yennefer's gloved hand had gripped roughly the rounded face of the chubby man in front of her.  Her nose wrinkled as that stench of alcohol reeked. "You do not have the permission to speak to me as I am not your acquaintance... look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Her slender hand tightened upon his jaw, as her free hand was holding the blade, which was centered between his testes putting enough pressure, to show a little more of his disrespect she'd truly make him a eunuch."You will cower before me. You will speak to me with manners your mother should have birth you with! Do you understand?" More pressure was being place on the hilt of the blade to the trousers of the sweaty male.  A grunt was heard from him, but that just angered her further. "I said.. do you UNDERSTAND me?""Our pardon, Lady Yennefer. " "Excuse me?"The male stuttered. " I - I ..  understand! We understand!"She released him."Very well." Solemnly she spoke out. "Think twice before you try and make a mockery out of anyone because they won't be as kind as I."In fact, she did consider herself very kind at the very moment.“Please do not forget to take your friend with you.”A once a slender male, was now just a little itty bitty rodent  -- truth be told she should’ve turned both of them into rodents and then drown them but she let this be a warning.Who she was bedding with was no ones issue but her own.. not a single soul.Especially, when it came to The White Wolf, he still seemed to seep under her skin.Torturously so.. those memories unwanted at times, but she still could feel him…smell that scent that drove her mad.Yennefer frowned briefly, before continuing on with her task.. which was quite simple.. all she wanted was a drink at the tavern and to be left alone from all the foolery.(Note from the writer:This is my own independant portrayal of writing as Yennefer based off the Books and the game.)

.blogContent{width:300px!important;}.blogSubject { display: none; } .cmtcell {text-transform: lowercase; height: auto; color: #fff; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; } .honeyimg { position:relative;float:left; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%); clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%); top: 5px; left: px; opacity: 0.7; z-index: 1; } .honeyimgborder { position:relative; float:left; margin-left:-100px; top: 0px; left: 40px; width: 120px; height: 120px; -webkit-clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%); clip-path: polygon(50% 0%, 100% 50%, 50% 100%, 0% 50%); z-index: 2 } #honeymlyric1 { float:left;position:relative;color: white; font-size: 8px; width: 75px; text-align: left; top: 30px; left: 10px; padding-left: 10px; border-left: 1px solid white; letter-spacing: 5px; line-height: 130%; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: verdana;z-index: 3 }#pippatext2 { position: relative; width: 300px; text-transform: ; height: auto; color: #9f9f9f; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; padding-right: 50px;padding-left: 50px;padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 50px; line-height: 150%; } #pippatext2 b{ color: white; } 차갑게 말해 with no manners. 나쁘게 떠날수록, better   Sangwoo is your stereotypical Korean guy who was weaned off the soccer ball since young and just as worshipful of world-star soccer players: “I’m not gay, only for Messi because Messi is god.” It’s behind this very average Hyung-next-door masquerade that he hides his baser proclivities. Though, it’s just as likely that he may be the chameleon breed of sociopaths who have no interests of their own (or at least those that are socially acceptable, which violent homicide is not) but instead affects whatever persona he deems most beneficial to the given scenario, only to be shed off just as quick for another mask he calculates would endear him the most to the next person he interacts with. There is of course his go-to though: golden boy. ‘Isn’t he cute? He doesn’t even swear.’An avid gymrat, Sangwoo is also /ridiculously strong./ He was able to easily overpower Seungbae, an impressive feat considering Seungbae is a graduated police cadet. South Korean police academies are infamous for being exceptionally physically grueling, as officers are expected to routinely throw down with local gangsters such as loan sharks and dealers to organized crime. South Korean police are known to be so prone to violence that that they are often considered only a step above actual thugs themselves. But on the upside! South Korea is also considered a very safe country, aside from the very occasional serial killer.Sangwoo’s bitter disillusion with societal obsession with outward appearances actually carries more merit than the odd manic spiel. South Korea holds a lot of importance to “인상,” which roughly translates to “first impression.” For example, a person could be deemed to have a very “fortuitous, vibrant” impression, while another can be said to come across as having a “harsh,” or “abrasive” bearing. This can actually make or break serious decisions in interpersonal relationships, such as hiring or even when brokering major corporate deals.(Note: While this may seem like such an insanely skewed pretty-privilege juxtaposed to Westerners’ much more inclusive beauty standards, it may also be entrenched in Korea’s historical embrace of the superstitious and occult before becoming secularized. While Christianity is now the nation’s most practiced religion (27%) followed by Buddhism (15%), it remains very common even today for people to seek “mudangs” (shamans) preceding big life events, such as marriage or the birth of a child to have the newborn’s fortune (or wretchedness) read. I once came across one such book my mother had in her possession, and the practice appeared to range from ciphering facial structures to how certain blood veins lie, similar to palm reading. Just to give you an idea.)This “skewed pretty privilege” may also help put in context how those that don’t fit the very specific standards are that much more marginalized by society, as was in Yoon Bum’s case. But conversely, these cookie-cutter standards are also what enabled sociopaths like Sangwoo to game people so easily into thinking he was a golden boy to idealize and pursue.(I may add more as they come to me.)

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Name: Aceleus August Dontrelle Nicknames: Ace, Beauty, Rich Boy, any you give him.Occupational Titles: ‘The Pale Prince’, ‘The Vampire’Age: 21Race: Human - British (could potentially make him a Vampire per request)Gender: Male - Femboy Height: 5'7"Weight: 115lbs.Eyes: Diluted RedHair: Silver-WhiteVoice: Calm, smooth, feminine.S/O: Gay, sub, mild brat.Relationship Status: Single with suitors lined up by his parents, though he has no interest in them. Occupation: Fashion Model for his parents' designs.Scars: None.Piercings: Ears.Tattoos: None.Weapon of Choice: A small dagger always kept on him.Outfit/Clothes: Can vary, he models his family's clothing even outside of photo shoots. But generally things like in the image or these: Outfit 1 | Outfit 2 | Outfit 3 | Outfit 4Figure: See image, slim, feminine, curvy waist. Turn Ons: Pulling his hair, manhandling him, PDA, BDSM, biting/marking, and much more.~Likes: Fashion and fine dining, his pets, his family and friends, horseback riding, his profession, being on display. Dislikes: People he doesn't know, his many, many suitors, having to hide himself in any way, ignorant fools.Notes/Talents:  Being from a rich family, it should come as no surprise to learn Ace is adept with the piano and Cello. He's done a few photo shoots with those instruments too.  He also dabbles in the occult from time to time, primarily witchcraft, and has become particularly adept at a few spells. Namely those that would cause others to go insane or give them extremely bad luck. He also knows how to craft a love potion, among others, though has never used it.  The titles of which he’s often referred to in modeling, began almost immediately after he gained considerable infamy. His unique appearance, being nearly all white physically, is the main factor in that regard. He does however have a very mild color to his skin, it’s just hard to notice unless you're very close to him.  Though rich beyond belief, this does not mean he is ignorant of the fact he could lose his wealth easily through the right means. Thus, he inquired how to manage his finances from his father, learning a few tips and tricks on where to invest a small sum of money and have it grow over time. Unreachable by anyone but himself, and would give him a stable cushion in the event something has gone horribly wrong, or he retired without any heirs of his own.  Should he ever take interest in anyone, it is highly likely he will shower them with gifts and a generous amount of money. And himself.  Personality:  Ace is a very ethereal and graceful boy, every fiber of his being screams elegance. From just his looks to his posture, it is evident he is of high status among society.  He's generally not one to get angry often but he can be spiteful, when he's been wronged by another, he'll get back at them without them being any the wiser. Exceptionally calm and reserved, he hardly smiles unless it's a small one for a shoot. It takes someone very special to make him smile more than that and only their eyes would be graced with such a lovely sight. He tends to be rather sassy and snarky towards others, though this is a mechanism he developed when he was younger and confronted by several suitors. It proved to be effective in warding off most of them, since they were hoping for a soft and easily manipulated spouse. Ace’s profession has undoubtedly led him to develop a strong vanity, to the point where he is always dressed exceptionally. It even goes so far as to taking pride in being shown off by his significant other, as he enjoys being their eye candy. Despite his outward mask of indifference and seemingly heartless personality, the reality in truth is quite the opposite. He is an extremely caring individual, holding a soft spot for any genuine friends he may have, children (especially if they smile in the face of adversity), and specifically his lover. Bio:  The Dontrelle family can trace their lineage back to the 15th century, thus making Aceleus quite the important person since he's the only Heir to the family's wealth. The professions of said wealth have varied over the centuries as new technology and interests developed. Though bits and pieces of past professions and prides can still be seen within the family’s estate. This day and age however his parents (Hedrik and Danielle) are renowned fashion designers and photographers, with him as their prized focus.  His childhood was as one would expect, strict parents raising him into their ideal offspring. His father was the more lenient of the two, allowing Ace room to breathe and opportunity to pursue any hobby he may take interest in. His mother however, was less interested in letting him be an individual and more so in making sure he had a successful career and was basically the heart throb of the modeling world. He had many, many contracts with various companies by the age of ten and more suitors than he knew what to do with by the age of fourteen.  Most of them were chosen by his mother, rich good-looking guys with questionable or horrid personalities. Thus, Aceleus was quick to deny them all, much to his mother’s dismay. He had no interest in basically selling his future to some megalomaniac nor did he become attracted to any of them. And part of it was out of spite towards his mother, he loves her, but that doesn’t mean he’ll excuse her for the way she treats him and his father.  When he was old enough, he moved out the second he had the opportunity, with his family’s personal security and his favorite butler, Alexander.  Pets: A black and gold Peacock, Prince. A Saint Bernard Mix, Gordon.House/Residence: His mansion, bought it after moving out.Theme Songs:Lady Gaga - FashionHandClap - Fitz and the Tantrums K91 & Alan Walker - Ignite 

Born and raised in what today is more commonly known as Transylvannia, in the north-western part of Romania. Erebus belonged to the second generation of sorcerers, just as mortal as humans yet more gifted due to them being able to use magic. In other words, people like Erebus were something very new and still frowned upon by humans, heck even the human kind had not existed for a long time. Earth had not existed any longer than 500 years.. Despite their differences, humans and sorcerers managed to live in peace and harmony. The fear slowly dissolved the moment sorcerers were able to use magic for good, helping weak people in need whether it was to heal them or able to brew potions. The village was starting to bond really well with another.That until the moment the royals in the country realized just how strong that village had become. A kingdom driven by corruption had started to fear that a tiny village was starting to become a threat. Although they had signed a peace treaty with the sorcerers, it seemed like that promise would not be kept too long until the fateful night slowly approached.By the time that happened, Erebus was only at the mere age of two years old and would have no clue or understanding of the events that would occur.As the full moon was on display, that was when the royal knights had struck. Houses, stores and literally every single building had been burnt to crisp. No mercy was shown at all, it was obvious that the intention was to kill every single person that lived there, sorcerer or not. A hard kick was heard as one of the knights had entered the very apartment Erebus and his parents lived at. The king had specifically ordered to assassinate this family. Not because the parents were any threat or bad people. But it seemed like someone like Erebus had quite the terrifying prophecy, they needed to get rid of him especially. “Dear, hurry upstairs. I will buy us some time!” The father exclaimed, flashing the two a sad expression as he watched his lover run up the stairs to hide their son under the bed.“What is the purpose of that? You all will end up dead anyways.” The knight muttered as he took a step closer to the man as he raised his sword. “You know, you are good people. If you just hand that damn child I might just keep you alive!”“Over my dead body!”That was the last words that was heard from his father as the sword struck, slashing and beheading the father, the knight watched in disappointment as blood stained the floor, walls and even his face, causing him to wipe the blood off his face. “Then so be it. You people are the devils’ creation anyways.” Obviously that was a lie, but that is what most people thought within the kingdom. Taking his steps up the stairs and entering the bedroom. The mother could not fight off fate. First off, she was too terrified at what was happening, besides she only knew of healing magic. Not any magic where she could potentially fight the knight off or such. Her life was taken pretty quickly in just as gruesome a way as his father all in view for the two year old kid. Erebus seeing everything that just occurred from under the bed had his eyes widened as he was in a shocked state. Despite his young age and although he had no clue what was actually happening there were a few teardrops that fell down onto the floor before all of the sudden he broke into tears, the cries loud enough to wake up anything from a deep slumber.A wide smirk formed upon his lips as he bent down, his eyes meeting Erebus’ as he moved closer to the bed. “Such a cute little boy. I am afraid I am going to end your cries.” The male hissed as he reached for Erebus under the bed and suddenly lifted him up and held him in his arms.“Look at you, how dangerous could you be Erebus hmm?” Holding with one arm, his free hand reached for the toddlers’ cheek to get a firm grip. “You are a f***ing curse, a scum. Just like your mother right there on the floor. All it took was to strike that sword of mine right through her heart and she was no more. Your father though…hahaha, stupid idiot he was, just cut his head off. I am sad you were not able to see that. Now the question is how should I kill yo-?”The knight was not even able to finish off his words as Erebus’ eyes had flicked red for a split second. Dropping Erebus down on the floor, the man fell down on his knees in agonizing pain. It felt like every single bone inside his body was breaking. “You m-monster, majesty was right. You are a monster.” The male spoke in a weak murmur as he slowly got his dagger out from his pocket. Crawling weakly towards Erebus he was ready to take him down, at least he would die succeeding in taking out that creature. However the moment he was only inches away from Erebus, that was the moment his neck finally snapped and he collapsed on the floor.Erebus’ eyes slowly returned to its’ natural silver color. His eyes looked down at the man in anger before he turned around and crawled towards his mother. Tiny arms tried to wrap around her petite frame as he rested his head against her chest. “Mama…” Tears ran down his cheeks onto her bloodstained dress. Erebus had no idea why someone tried to kill him and took down his parents yet he deep down could feel it. Pain, sorrow, fear. He was completely out of energy, whatever that magic he used was, it had completely drained him off.The smoke had reached the bedroom finally as the house had caught on fire. Erebus did not care at that moment. He had no parents, no one could potentially take care of him. Might as well die with them. That is what he thought, though it seemed like Erebus was not the only sorcerer that was yet alive and destiny would certainly take an unexpected turn. Both for Erebus and the people that would come to save him. 

* the goddess' tiny palm outstretched towards the heart of apep's internal oasis. and from it, her nurturing power emits its gentle glow. within her heart, nahida must have realized that it would come to this. that, she has learned, is the price of wisdom : intimately knowing the inevitable, although naïve in a sense so as to withdraw from it.bubbles of memories slowly rise from the organic ground, returning to their rightful home. this is a joyous occasion, as well as an end to a relatively short journey. but nahida can't help but lament. her adjacent hand is clasped over her heart, as though the gesture may alleviate the ache that comes in the wake of departure. in every instance that she is asked to lend her power, it is to sacrifice something precious. it doesn't take long at all for any living creature to become endeared to her. because the most profound of her experiences occur in fleeting moments, in which her empathy truly shows.as these moments become pure, elemental energy, eyes which perceive the world's knowledge in its incomprehensible vastness become wellsprings of emotion. like a child, she must still question why; why goodbyes are inexorable & difficult to understand, or why her hands reach helplessly for things that she cannot hold onto. in the end, she is left with more voids to be filled, if that were even possible. and there are times, such as now, that she feels selfish for having an indefinite amount of time to fill them. an indefinite amount of time to grow, as memories & feeling nurture her.  "in your new homeland, nothing of who you are will remain. you won't be remembered by anyone. is that truly the return you've always dreamed of?" ⸻ but she realized the answer before she even asked. nahida is the only one wavering, withholding her energy in apprehension & sorrow. the elemental lifeforms who have taken the form of fungi have already assured her that they are content. so that she will not become remiss for herself and venture to their home in their stead.  "lord of dendro, don't be sad. this is not your home. we go home. lord of dendro should also go home." their sincerest desires overwhelm her, then steady her in an instant. and upon their return, the oasis is restored once more to its former vitality. verdant with life, and as bright as a purified sanctuary, not even their echoes remain within this breathing chamber. the dragon's rage is quelled.and nahida will go home, having grown a little more.

Name: Hycinthel Nicknames: Hycin, Cutie, any you give him. Age: Naga years - 18, Human years - 600~Race: NagaGender: Male (Femboy)Height: 5'2"Weight: Relatively light for a Naga. Eyes: TealHair: Light teal that fades darker and into purple at the ends, longer front than back, swept to his left side.Tail: A Beautiful mix of various purple shades, smooth and sleek looking with gray belly scales. Voice: Sweet, playful, young.S/O: Gay, submissive.Relationship Status: Single, looking for a mate. Occupation: Herbalist/Shaman/Healer, however he is also an emergency breeder for his clan, should their numbers ever need replenishing. Scars: None. Piercings: Ears, see image. Tattoos: None, but his scales travel up from his side to just under his arms.Weapon of Choice: His fangs, tail and claws if needed.Outfit/Clothes: Prefers to wear nothing, but does enjoy wearing loose silks.Figure: See image,feminine, plump rear. Turn Ons: Many things, breeding, cumflation, excessive cum, teasing, nude cuddling, and much more.~Likes: Warm sunny days, lounging in the sun, helping others, cuddling to stay warm, honesty, giving and receiving pleasure.Dislikes: Cold temperatures, mean or cruel people, judgemental a**holes, being lied to. Powers/Talents: Hycin is adept with anything and everything medicinal, he has memorized every herb and remedy his mentor taught him and what each is used for. He has no match when it comes to healing an affliction or mending a wound, be it from a humanoid, Naga or beast. He is also capable of hypnotizing others, though this is often used to calm a rowdy patient. Personality: Hycin is by nature a rather shy individual who tends to keep to himself unless he knows you personally, however when it comes to his job, he can push past his shy nature in favor of focusing confidently on a patient. He is kind and sweet towards others, caring, inquisitive and all around good hearted. When it comes to breeding season though, he gains more confidence the needier he becomes. Hycin becomes more flirtatious and teasing, during and near his heat or breeding season, using his scent and body to entice his chosen partner.Bio: Hycin was born and raised within his Naga clan, cared for by loving parents and mentored by the Shaman that is now deceased. He took up traveling when he became the Shaman's successor, though was sure to teach an apprentice of his own before doing so and visits his birth clan regularly. Pets: A Toucan named Zazu.House/Residence: A humble hut within his clan, or could be a roaming Healer with no permanent home. Theme Songs:Jvla - Such a Whore // Slowed + Reverb Pitbull - Feel This Moment (feat. Christina Aguilera)Nightcore - Animal (Lyrics) 

Name: Kilian Amartya Nicknames: Kili, Divine One, Pearl (something he's called by his village, a pearl amongst coal)Age: Looks 16, is roughly 200~Race: Human-ElfGender: Male - FemboyHeight: 5'2"Weight: 115 lbs.Eyes: Amber-Gold, round and innocent.Hair: Short, silky, very dark black-blue.Voice: Sweet, innocent, loving. S/O: Gay boi, though closeted and unaware due to his need to remain pure as a Divine Priest. Relationship Status: Single, his occupation allows for no...frivolous activities.Occupation: Divine Priest/ess of his village.Scars: None. Piercings: Ears. TattooWings: Pure, Corrupted Weapon of Choice: Pure , Corrupted Outfit/Clothes: Pure, Corrupted + This Figure: Slim, effeminate, thick hips and round rear.~ Turn Ons: Wouldn't know, innocent boy.~Likes: Cake, swimming, anything he finds cute, dancing around, pretty dresses, helping others when he can. Dislikes: Vile intentions, evil, cruel people, dark magic, any doubts he may have about his Faith. Magic: Known as "Faith", only applicable to those who are inexplicably Pure in mind, body and soul. While there are sub-tiers to light magic, Faith is the strongest as it relies one a Pure white soul. However, upon corruption, it becomes "Faithless", requiring a completely black soul and tainted mind and body. Personality: Sweet, innocent, loving and annoyingly optimistic, Kili is the treasure of his village/settlement/affiliations. Bright and always smiling, there's never a dull or dark moment when he's around, he exhibits an aura of peace and tranquility, causing serenity wherever he goes. He's naive and trusting, but highly attuned to the presence of evil. Believes his faith to be unfaltering, as he has known nothing else, having been raised as the perfect Divine Priest to someday become the host of Holy Light/Divine Intervention, the strongest light magic of all. Should he become corrupted and fall from his Faith, he will become cold and indifferent to the suffering of others. As well as the prime candidate for Forsaken magic, the truest of all black magic.Bio: Born to two human parents with no lineage of elven blood whatsoever, it's a mystery how Kilian came to be half elf. After all, elves were culled to the very last a very long time ago. Something easily confirmed by the appearance of his wings. Elven wings are a cross between Fae and Angel, therefore there was no contest. Perhaps it was a sign from their deity, or it would lead them to their doom. For this, he was groomed perfectly to be the Divine Priest, though often mistaken for a female due to his features. He has led his faction with wisdom and divine truth for 100 years now. Pets: His spiritual beast, Solaris, Corrupted Form. House/Residence: Within his village at the top of a summit, where a temple to the deity he serves sits above the clouds. Theme Songs: -Pure-Let Love Win - TheFatRat & AnjulieTheFatRat - The Calling (feat. Laura Brehm)TheFatRat - Upwind -Corrupted-People I Don't Like - UpsahlBeautiful is Boring - Bones UKHouse of Memories - Panic At The Disco   Bonus Images: Bonus Image 1Bonus Image 2 

Name: SleuthStage Name: 666Nicknames: Goat Boy, Pink Punk, any you give him.Age: 19 Race: Half Incubus - Half HumanGender: Male - Femboy Height: 5'5"Weight: 115lbs.Eyes: Bright PinkHair: Bright PinkVoice: Seductive, alluring, sweet.S/O: 100% Gay, sub/ mild power bottom.Relationship Status: Single but has had some flings.Occupation: Punk-Rock Star, Lead Singer of D.Y.E. (Despondent Youth Everlasting)Scars: None. Piercings: Lots of them, see images. Tattoos: One, see image.Weapon of Choice: A glock he keeps on him at all times, pocket knife. Outfit/Clothes: Various mixes of Pink, white and black punk styled clothing. Figure: See image, slim, feminine. Turn Ons: Having his ears and horns messed with, biting/marking, rough play, LOVES master/pet play, and much more.~ Likes: His job (both human and incubus), play fighting with his partner, sex, performing, pissing conservative or uptight people off.Dislikes: When people get in the way or between him and his partner, having to cancel a performance, anyone who causes trouble for his group.Powers: Typical Incubus abilities though a bit subdued since he's only half Incubus. His music dies extremely well since he channels his power into his voice to turn listeners to his side. Personality: Extremely possessive and has a mild codependency issue, he can't stand being away from his partner when he's not on stage. He's very much a little sh*t and brat, who loves being made to submit by his Dom. Extreme tease, flamboyant and snarky. Has a somewhat rebellious attitude and really only listens to his Dom, otherwise he does what he wants and doesn't care what others think or say about him. Though he does listen to his group whenever they have ideas or need help. Bio: Sleuth never knew his parents, he was raised in foster care where he was bullied constantly for his appearance. Naturally this caused him to grow into a rebellious punk that started fighting back and getting into things he shouldn't, drugs, alcohol, clubs, etc. And boy did he enjoy it, enough so he formed his own Punk-Rock group and quickly swept across the nation. By day he's a Rockstar and by night he's a demon who feeds on sexual energy, always on the lookout for that one guy who can feed him for eternity. Pets: He kinda is one. Heh.House/Residence: A condo, but decorated in his color scheme and style.Theme Songs:Riot - Hollywood UndeadGreen Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams My Chemical Romance - The Light Behind Your Eyes

Name: Kelessar Hiantus AscendusNicknames: Kel (by family and friends only), General, General Kelessar, Beauty of the Fleet.Age: 400~ (has served for 350)Race: Y'Dvir (Humanoid Race)Gender: Male, femboy.Height: 5'7 Weight: 124 lbs.Eyes: Right - Green, Left - BlueHair: Long, shining pink.Voice: Commanding, feminine, authoritative.S/O: Gay, bratty bottom.Relationship Status: SingleOccupation: High General (soon to be Marshal) of the Y'Dvir Galactic Fleet.Scars: None.Piercings: Ears. Tattoos: None. Weapon of Choice: An energy pistol, Energy Sword. Outfit/Clothes Figure: Slim and effeminate, curvy waist. Turn Ons: Hair pulling, flirting, leash and collar, pet play, body worship and much more.~Likes: Solitude, winning battles, outsmarting his opponents, his pets, surprising people, when others underestimate him, music (especially Earth's). Dislikes: People, insubordination, disobedience from his crew, losing battles, long lines/wait times. Ships:His Heavy Assault SuperCarrier "Aftermath" | Rear View Personal Fighter "Resonance"  Personal Cruiser "Elysium"  Combat Battle Cruiser “Nemesis” Fleet Carrier "Armada"  Battleships "Salvation"Fleet Fighters "Skirmisher"  Assault Supercarriers "Apocalypse"SuperCarrier "Armageddon"Illusive Craft "Sparrow" Suborbital Long-Range Bomber "Hailfire" Powers/Notes: The Y'Dvir Race are capable of forming bonds with the biomechanical (sometimes organic) creatures that roam their planet. As such they have great mental stability and fortitude, the more creatures they bond with, the stronger their mind. They are also gifted with Telekinesis, he is very skilled in using it. Kelessar is in charge of a Fleet consisting of 20-30 battleships/Destroyer class vessels, 15 or so smaller cruisers and various small space ships, with more added depending on the size of Fleet needed. It is to record one of the largest fleets in Y'Dvir history. Personality: Kelessar is undoubtedly flamboyant, but does so in such a confident and commanding way most know better than to say something about it. He is a proud and strong individual, not afraid to play dirty if he really needs to. His mind is very adaptive, meaning he can almost instantly adjust a strategy at the drop of a dime to fit the situation. Kelessar is known for being merciless on the battlefield, unforgiving for even the slightest mistake made by the enemy, always in pristine uniform. When off the battlefield, not much changes, he is however sly, flirtatious and goes after what he wants, sporting extravagant and luxurious dresses.Bio: Kelessar has by no means experienced an easy life. Despite hailing from a prodigious family and being relatively well off, he grew up with a lot of challenges due to his personality. He was more capable at giving orders than following them. Despite this, he excelled within the ranks of the army, soon working his way into the space fleet. The Y'Dvir do not care about sexual preferences or gender identity, therefore he has had no trouble in that department. However, he does have a large family, given that Y'Dvir live long lives, it should come as no surprise many families tend to be quite prolific. Pets: Has a few, Jormandr, Hati, Veno House/Residence: His planet, Helios.City, Reverence. Theme Songs:TheFatRat & Everen Maxwell (feat. Lindsay Sterling) - WarbringerComics - Caravan PalaceDavy Jones & Imperial March - Samuel Kim