Alexian Black
Aluka Bex
Amano Yue
Darien Locke
Kurai Bloodblade
Kuro Irotsuya
Shion Reegis
NPCs
Kurai Bloodblade
Age: 19
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 140 lbs
Appearance: An hourglass figure, skin a little too pale, long black ruffled/spiked hair caught in a crownlet of rectangular rubies and falling to her chin. Oval face; thickly lashed, slightly tilted, narrow, seductive gold eyes ringed with red powder. High cheekbones, small nose, delicate chin; full, sensual ruby-red lips. Top secondary incisors and lower canine teeth filed to points. Kurai wears a black leotard of sorts with deep cleavage and fabric that barely covers her breasts, behind and groin; the back stops at the small of her spine and is connected to a gold belt studded with vertical rectangular rubies. High-heeled black boots rise to the middle of her thighs, and a hip-length gold cape is attached by three rectangular rubies each to the very thin straps that lace around her neck and help hold the leotard up. Ruby-studded black gauntlets overlay gold silk that runs from above her biceps to her ring fingers (held by gold rings); the gauntlets reach her elbows and cover the tops of her hands: Retractable blades are kept in them. Two black scars are on her wrists, another blackened scar across her throat; it’s covered by a thick, ruby-studded black choker.
Guild/Rank: High Demon Lady, Queen of Chaos.
Personality: Her outward demeanor, when in her home palace, is courtly and formal, and mostly polite, with total assurance in her power. Despite her temper, arrogance, ruthlessness, aggressiveness and seeming bullheadedness, Kurai is actually very, very cunning, well knowing how to use her wits and body to get what she wants. And of course, she’s a sadist who loves blood and spilling it.
Background: Kurai was born into Chaos, raised by it and sworn to it. Her mind and soul are terribly warped, with an utter lack of morals, thanks to regular physical, mental, emotional and sexual abuse. She was raped by her father, Bloodmage Daraku, when she was six; perhaps this is where she learned to love pain and derive pleasure from inflicting and taking it.
This blood-witch has a long history as a mercenary and general in her father’s army, and an equally long history of failures in that army. It took bonding the royal gargoyle Chaotus to change her luck. With command of all Chaos in her hands, Kurai has to be more cautious than ever, and actually think before she acts: There any many people who wish to stab her in the back. But if anything, she has gotten even sneakier, and that makes her very hard to trick or pin down. Now nothing will free Kurai from Chaos’ grasp, with the possible exception of death. But even that’s debatable.
Family:
Father, Bloodmage Daraku, deceased.
Meirou Nightway, half sister (no contact).
Abilities: Well-honed, powerful telekinesis; blade mastery, hand-to-hand combat, strategy, knowledge of sexual torture and pleasure. Blood magic.
Bond: Female Royal Gargoyle, Chaotus. Haughty, sly, deceitful, a match for Kurai in every way, but a bit more cautious. Her build is sleek and graceful, a deviation from the usual blocky, stocky bodies of gargoyles. Her scales are always highly polished, like the best of obsidian, and her red and gold eyes glow brightly. Spiraled red horns sweep forward above her brow ridges, and her wing-sails, tail spade and talons are red as well, the marks of a royal.
Bond Ability: Chaotus is a sort of amplifier for Kurai's magic, and able to heal her mistress, replenishing her energy, when Kurai overextends herself. This can leave Chaotus tired, hungry and cranky, but with adequate food and rest she recovers swiftly.
Spells Known (more to come as I think of them):
Protection/Disguise Spell:
Nameless Goddess, attend to me:
I need help, as you can see.
Keep me safe from prying eyes,
By power of blood and disguise.
And in return,
You'll see them burn,
For I will conquer all the foes who stand
Against the power bestowed to my unworthy hand.
Summoning Spell:
Denizens of hate and fear,
I need you quickly, now and here:
Enemies surround me fast,
But this encounter need not last.
So come at once! Come one and all!
And together we will see them FALL!
The Binding Of Mind And Soul:
Blood to blood, bound are we,
Now your mind belongs to me.
Heart to heart, they beat as one,
Slowly your mind comes undone.
Never again will you be free,
Now your soul belongs to me.
Surrender now to my will:
A black destiny you’ll fulfill.
Blood to blood, bound are we,
Now your mind belongs to me:
Forever bound, forever one,
This power cannot be undone.
Never again will you be free,
Now your soul belongs to me!
Spell-Breaking Chant:
Nameless Goddess, attend to me:
I am afraid, in agony.
I need your strength to hold me fast
Against a spell that must not last.
Take me now in your embrace
And give this fool a horrid taste
Of what it's like to burn inside,
And I will walk away with pride
And in return, you'll see Life burn
For I pledge myself to conquer all the foes who stand
Against the mighty gift bestowed to my unworthy hand.
BLOOD BLAZE!
Kuro Irotsuya (Black Luster)
Age: 1,503
Race: Kitsune
Height: Seven feet, minus his heeled boots and perked ears.
Weight: He's never said.
Appearance: A perfect blend of handsomeness and gorgeousness: Sleek, lean-muscled, radiating grace and mischief. A dusky-green silk vest falls past his knees, matching his thigh-high, heeled boots. Black silk trousers hug his legs, and a black silk half-glove adorns his left hand, matching his black belt. His right hand bears a slave-bracelet of pure gold, studded with an oval emerald on the thick ring: It contains a flexible but extremely strong wire that can extend up to sixty feet. His hair reaches the small of his back, wild and silky, blacker than any shadow. Fox ears stand at attention on either side of his head, the same shade of black as the fluffy tail at the small of his spine. His skin is moon-pale and smooth; his eyes are almond-shaped, a pure, glittering gold-amber, ringed with thick black lashes. He has a beautiful voice with sensual overtones.
Guild/Rank: Employed by the Flights Of Fancy Entertainment Troupe.
Personality: Sneaky and sly, but honorable in his own way. Whimsical, a tad arrogant, flippant, but generous to those he feels deserves it and outright cruel to those who have pissed him off. He never makes a sound unless he wants to, nor does he ever break a promise. He only makes promises he can keep, however, and he clears any and all debts in his favor or owed to others, sometimes going to extremes to do so. Kuro enjoys all the sensations Life has to offer: He loves experiencing the senses and especially enjoys sex, be it with a male or a female of any race; In fact, he freely admits to being hedonistic and extremely promiscuous, with no small amount of pride. Kuro also holds a soft spot for children, and often goes out his way to bring laughter to the children of wherever he stays.
Background: Kuro was born on the other side of the world in a village called Star Shadow, raised in love and taught to uphold his own ideals of honor, right and wrong, and then ventured into the world to see what kind of trouble he could stir up.
This kitsune came into play when he saw a very bizarre scene: A troll appeared out of nowhere and crushed a house. On a whim, he decided to break said troll out of jail and take him on a wild ride. Now, however, Kuro has made his home on ShadowStar as an actor and special-effects master for the Flights Of Fancy Entertainment Troupe.
Kuro has several weaknesses (sex, children, and opportunities for making mischief are some of them), but only two could cause him any real trouble: Those of religious learning can see through his illusions, and druids can banish them with little effort. He also carries in his belt pouch a pure white ball as large as a fist. It seems to be nothing special -he even uses it as a toy- but if someone were to take possession of the ball, Kuro would be bound to do anything the new owner of the ball asked of him, if his pleas or actions were not enough to restore it to his person. It is called a "spirit-ball", and it holds a small portion of Kuro's magic and life essence.
Abilities: Making illusions into reality, taking on either the form of a black five-tailed fox or a unearthly beautiful woman, able to seduce just about anyone or anything. Singing and dancing.
Amano Yue
Age: Fifty-seven, looks to be twenty.
Gender: Male.
Species: Wyrlaen Elf/Angel
Loyalty: Unity.
Appearance: Excruciatingly gorgeous, undeniably charismatic and unbelievably sexy: Amano is about six feet, five inches tall, sleek, lean and toned, with soft honeyed skin and delicate, defined, aristocratic features. His hair is thick, slightly wavy, layered and ruffled, a deep "bloody" auburn with gold tints that falls to the nape of his neck and a soft point over the bridge of his nose. He has long legs and fingers, and distinctly elfin ears with three gold earrings each; his eyes are slightly slanted, a deep and enchanting forest green with gold flecks. Amano is commonly seen wearing black and gray, along with a thick gold torc and a large gold emerald-studded ring on his left middle finger. His wings are a shade darker than his hair, but tinted with a lot more gold, especially along the primary feathers. Amano's voice is a light tenor, imbued with an easy countryside drawl, but he's such a great mimic it can vanish in an instant.
Guild/Rank: Bard Guild/Master.
Personality: Very intelligent, thoughtful, charming, polite, highly imaginative and clever, with a great deal of passion for his work, life and beauty. There's a romantic streak in him that's rivaled by his pride, intense sensuality, and yes, his vanity. This has recently been tempered by the death of his lover, Lashayla Laharl.
Family
Mother: Fariana Gimeli, wyrlaen elf, winemaker.
Father: Genald Yue, angel, deceased of old age.
Siblings: None.
Background: It starts quite a few years ago during the summer, when Genald was flying a message from his family in Ormther to extended family in Tiar. One of those sudden, violent summer storms grounded him in the forest between the two towns, but thankfully he knew the route well enough to avoid crashing or otherwise injuring himself. He took shelter in a tree at first, only to be sharply told "Get down from there; it's not safe!" by a passing wyrlaen elf female. Startled, the angel joined her on the ground and was taken to a shed that had been constructed for situations just like these. The two toweled themselves off with some abandoned sacking and tried waiting out the storm quietly, but as night fell and the storm kept raging on, Genald got really bored with the waiting and the quiet, and managed to strike up a conversation with his companion. It seemed the elf was bored out of her gourd too, otherwise she might not have been so talkative. Her name was Fariana, and she had been gathering wild fruits for her family's winemaking business. She was very polite and sensible, and Genald found he liked speaking with her, so he started looking for Fariana each time he had a message to carry. The friendship grew slowly, as did the following courtship and marriage, but it worked out beautifully, and the couple was very happy until Genald's death, thirty years after their only child was born.
Amano was, at first, a very lazy and dreamy kid, often found up trees staring at clouds and daydreaming for hours on end. Later, Amano's imagination really took flight (along with him, once his wings were strong enough), and instead of watching clouds, he skipped chores to create stories and songs by himself in midair. If a subject caught his interest, he could be very studious, but that happened rarely, much to the exasperation of his teachers and family. His parents finally got fed up with their boy's attitude, but they also noted Amano's talents, and sent the kid to the Bard Guild in Cascadia Falls. As soon as he arrived, Amano learned laziness and absent-mindedness was not to be tolerated under any circumstances, and rapidly shaped up to be a star student, absolutely excelling in acting, composition, singing and playing violin, lap harp and some magnificent bells; writing plays, directing, dancing, and even some basic acrobatics. It was in his schooling days Amano discovered and began to thoroughly enjoy his bisexuality.
Later, Amano gained his Mastery and the funding to found the Flights Of Fancy Troupe, and continues to manage it.
Pet species: Jump Dragon.
Pet name: Daryl Chirp.
Pet Description: Daryl is a uniform sandy brown with dark brown,
expressive eyes. He's an easygoing, helpful, mellow sort who enjoys simple things
and simple pleasures.
Bond Type: Pegasus
Bond Name: Zarae
Appearance: About as tall as a Clydesdale, but not as bulky, with a
brown hide that shades to palomino gold below his knees, in his mane and
tail, and in a stripe down his face. Gold liberally tips his brown feathers, and
he insists on wearing his favorite gold and topaz clip in a braid at all
times; Amano bought it for him as a Firstday present years ago.
Bond Ability: Empathy; able to project, draw out, direct, magnify and control emotions in sentient beings. This can be draining, especially after a long night of performances.
Aluka Bex
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Male.
Species: Half demon, half angel.
Loyalty: Unity.
Appearance: Six feet, two inches tall and slim like a dancer, about 150 pounds; thick, loosely curly, bright red-gold hair that hangs three inches past his shoulders, usually tied back at the neck but for two locks that hang in front of his pointed ears, with the bangs getting in his face, which is soft and sweet, but defined, with a ski-jump nose. Aluka's skin is that fair but rosy-checked deal that looks so nice on redheads. Thick, coppery ram-like horns spiral out from his temples, just one loop each, the ends about level with his cheekbones; two more horns have come in above his eyebrows, curving back slightly over his head.
His violet eyes have long lashes and a beauty mark under the outside corner of his left eye. Copper and dark brown draconic wings are placed in the middle of his shoulder-blades. An opposable coppery tail with a dark brown spade grows from the small of his spine, dragging on the floor if he doesn't keep it lifted slightly. His canine teeth look quite vampiric, his nails have grown into inch-long claws, and there's a chip missing from the outside spiral of his left lower horn.
Aluka is most often seen in a deep red shirt, gray pants, tall, heeled black boots, and a purple belt for his defense swords. His face bears three self-inflicted scars that have since blackened: The first runs from the middle of his right cheekbone towards his temple and angles towards his jaw; the second is above his right eyebrow to below the cheekbone, and the third is on the bridge of his nose.
Guild/Rank: Patroller, Apprentice
Personality: A very devoted son, eager to help the people he loves. He's a smart kid, despite not having the best of educations, almost expert at reading people's body language. His emotions run very deep and strong, but sometimes Aluka doesn't even know how he feels or what he thinks until he blurts it out, and it can be difficult to feel compassion for those who annoy him. Since recovering from an unexpected defection to Chaos, he is much calmer and more confident, more experienced in using his clairvoyance and shapeshifting ability, though the latter is still limited and largely triggered by adrenaline.
Family
Father: Gavain Sivanth, demon, former Chaos' Justice, deceased.
Mother: Shasta Bex, angel, sixty-one, cleaning lady.
Cousins: Kith and Hayun Sivanth, deceased; Arlika Sivanth, status
unknown.
Background: Aluka came into this world inauspiciously, but he felt things weren't so bad: He had a home (a small room in a whorehouse he shared with his mother), fairly regular meals, and a warm place to sleep. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't terrible. When Aluka was fifteen, his mother Shasta became very ill, making her unfit to turn her tricks any more. The owner of the whorehouse said he would throw them both out, and out of a desperate desire to protect Shasta, Aluka said he would be a prostitute if his mother would be allowed to stay in the whorehouse as a drudge. The owner, seeing the beauty and exotica in Aluka's strange looks, agreed.
In just two years, Aluka had been through an unearthly amount of degrading acts, but he forced himself to act cheerful in order to keep his mother from getting too upset. Both Aluka and Shasta were saved when Master Patroller "Twilight" Nikado took an interest in the boy's potential, and enrolled him in the Magehall to better develop Aluka's clairvoyance and further his education. Shortly after, Aluka applied for apprenticeship in the Patrol under Nikado's guidance as Edge, but due to Aluka's vehement hatred of all things Chaotic and Nikado's doubt of his own teaching skills, the half-blood was unwillingly transferred to the patronage of Shell and Patch, two other Master Patrollers. Soon after, Master Patroller Shaol "Code" Tuseo took an interest in the boy, and took over his education. The two of them get along well, and Aluka is becoming proficient in code work.
It was on Firstday that Aluka was attacked and kidnapped by Alistra, a Justice, and taken to Chaos Island, where he was tortured for several days with the promise it would end if he defected. Aluka was forced to confront his demon blood in a hallucination, and finally stopped fighting the other half of himself, accepting it and becoming whole, though he unexpectedly defected and used his new mental state to seek revenge on Alistra. It was Sareen's and Nikado's efforts that saved Aluka again, and now he has secretly sworn to one day become Patrolmaster, to honor everything his loved ones have done for him.
Shion (pronounced "Shee-own") Yuujel Reegis
Check back later.
Alexian K. Black, aka "Black" on the job, or "Alexi" to close associates and family
Age: Thirty-eight, though he very, very rarely mentions it, if ever!
Gender: Male.
Species: Human with possible faint vampiric traces
Loyalty: Unity.
Appearance: Six feet, six inches tall with a muscular, broad-chested, wide-shouldered, long-legged but graceful body; his complexion is a creamy caramel shade, with a handsome, aristocratic face and features, arched, somewhat bushy eyebrows, and a devil-may-care grin or a know-it-all smirk. Alexian's eyes are sharp and calculating, a nice shade of coppery brown that seems to glow in firelight. His hair is rich brown, very thick and straight, tied in a low ponytail and brushing his tight rear in "points"; his bangs are dyed metallic gold and brush past his eyebrows.
Recently Alexi has gotten a tattoo that covers his back from just above the small of his spine to just below the nape of his neck. It's strangely prismatic, filled with runic writings, obscure words of power in demontongue, and outdated spell incantations that don't actually work. The design and color seems to subtly change when seen from different angles. (Cost him a few pretty Aeras, I tell you what.)
Alexian commonly wears black and gray outfits, but sometimes he spices things up with shades of red, blue, and gold. He likes tall boots, buckles, straps, leather, and dramatic capes, and totes around an old but well cared-for bastard sword he jokingly calls "Iifreet", claiming a fire-elemental's soul is trapped in the weapon. While not true, it serves to freak out some of the more feeble-minded people he's sent to kill.
Guild/Rank: Bounty hunter under employ of the Thieves' Guild, occasional Patroller informant.
Personality:Hedonistic, brazen, violent, arrogant, whimsical, generous at times, reckless, vain, unreasonable and prideful, with a shocking soft side he only displays in front of family. He knows he has enemies, but what does he care? Alexi is also quite lecherous, but he still respects women greatly and makes sure they know their worth, which is why he always refuses to assassinate a female target.
Family
Mother: Amelia Maore Black, mother, deceased.
Father: Vincent J. Black, father, owner of the Rest A Spell hotel and spa, seventy-one years old.
Siblings: None.
Background: Alexi's childhood was actually pretty boring, despite being raised in a hotel. It wasn't until a retired bounty hunter paid to live at Rest A Spell that things got, uh.... interesting. Alexian was fascinated with the scarred-up codger, and the old man, flattered by the thirteen year-old's attention, regaled him with tales of his assignments and adventures, and the women he had known, until Alexi was convinced he wanted to be a bounty hunter too. Vincent was so vehemently against this, Alexi realized he'd have to run away if he wanted to get anything done, so he did, using one of the old hunter's maps to find the house where the old man's last student lived, now a master hunter himself.
For the next decade or so, Alexi learned physical discipline and swordsmanship, three useful spells, how to pick locks, walk soundlessly, make a dramatic entrance and exit, please women, horseback riding, and how to set the right price for a job. As his career took off, he started taking on more and more dangerous assignments, gaining prestige and a huge reputation in the Cascadian underworld. Unfortunately, this also added to his ego. That was fixed when an orphaned elf named Ashly came begging at Alexi's door; meeting her and seeing her state at the time melted a heart that could have become cold, and the bounty hunter took pity on the little girl, promptly adopting her. Now Alexi has someone to motivate him to come home alive (and not be _that_ reckless on assignment), and Ashly has become a bright, healthy, cheerful child who dotes on the man she freely calls "Daddy".
Bond
Bond Type: Equine
Bond Name: Larzz
Appearance: A off-white male with deep brown eyes, a grayish mane, tail and "stockings" on all four legs; there's a little gray snip on his muzzle that Ashly loves to kiss. Larzz stands approximately seventeen hands high, with a build similar to Morgan or Quarter horses.
Personality: Larzz is sensible and straightforward, and rather
straight-laced with a dry wit; he disapproves of Alexi's lifestyle and
lechery, and constantly nags the bounty hunter to straighten up. But
Larzz is very devoted to his partner anyway, partly because he promised Ashly
to take care of her "daddy" and has a soft spot for the little girl, who
often brings him treats.
Common phrases used are [Your ego will be the death of you!], [You
idiot! This list isn't rated NC-17!], [GAH! YOU MORON!] and [WHY must I be
bonded to this guy? He's hornier than a mountain goat and twice as stupid!
Look, gods, whatever I did in my last life, I'M SORRY ALREADY!]
Bond Ability: Larzz is able to greatly enhance the speed/reflexes and senses, and to a lesser degree the strength of either himself or Black for up to half an hour, as long as they're both decently rested or able to get about nine hours of sleep afterwards.
Darien (Day-ree-ehn) Locke, prefers to go by his last
name.
Age: Five hundred six years.
Gender: Male.
Species: Wyrlaen elf.
Appearance: Locke is five feet, five inches tall, with a slender,
boyish build and an attractive face; his eyes are amber, and his hair looks
really weird: It's short, very thick, swept back in several points, and
getting in his face in decidedly bent triangular pieces that can hide the upper
half of his face or just one of his eyes if he tilts his head just right. It's
also such a weird shade of light green it looks blond in some lights, so
Darien just calls it "green-blond". His clothing is old and rather worn: A
navy blue mantle over a short-sleeved forest green tunic, navy blue slacks,
matching armbands that partially cover his hands, tall forest green boots
and a belt of the same color. Darien carries a slim wooden staff as
tall as he is with a thick knob at the top, doubling as a walking stick and a
weapon: A hidden catch deploys a foot of sharpened steel through the
knob. He isn't much of a fighter, but if words fail to get him out of a tough
situation, either his Talents or his agility and the staff will.
Guild/Rank: None/Blue Psy-Mage. Darien keeps those abilities hidden and under extremely dense restraints until he absolutely needs them.
Personality: While being sensible, curious and straightforward without malice or artifice, Locke is also modest, intelligent, polite, pacifistic, fair and very mild- heck, almost downright boring. It's really, really hard to rouse his temper. Despite his age, he isn't tired of life at all, and still embraces the world with wonder and appreciation of its beauty. Darien honestly tries to believe in the best of people, so he'll often help out complete strangers for no reason other than he wants to. It's not often he cracks a joke or makes a sarcastic comment, but when he does, it's pretty funny.
Parents: Millan Locke, father, one thousand thirty-two years old, blue
psy-mage.
Cornelia Nagato-Locke, mother, one thousand thirty-one, Master Healer.
Siblings: Falora Locke, sister, four hundred seventy-two years old,
childcare expert.
Other Familial Ties:
Background: Born in a village tucked in the Sierac Mountains, Darien was raised in isolation since well before the Age of Darkness, not having much to do but gain an education, stay fit, and perfect his cooking skills and psychic abilities, attaining a high mastery of telekinesis and telepathy. It was a nice, pretty idyllic life, but one hundred sixty-two years of routine and staying in one place, while comforting, served to make Darien bored and restless, so he struck out on his own, wandering the world, but he was told to write as often as possible.
For the past three hundred forty-two years, Locke has been wandering ShadowStar, traveling light thanks to a Void pocket, visiting all the large cities, small towns and every possible little village, doing odd jobs here and there, helping people at random, even marrying and becoming a widower twice, and watching the world change while he stays largely the same. He has even journeyed to Mat'cel, absorbing the culture and getting to know the people there, and Sacoridia, narrowly escaping death in a short term of slavery before he freed himself and several other Unity captives. He doesn't like talking about that experience, although it's been a long while since any nightmares have invaded his rest.
Since then, Locke has been sticking to familiar shores, seeing his family again and re-visiting several of his favorite places.
NPC 1:
Name: Alicha "Twitchy" Vandarei.
A good friend and chess buddy of Shion's, Alicha is an anthro-squirrel
in her thirties, a cheerful, energetic and sweet, blatant lesbian, about
five-two and very voluptuous, covered in downy, fine misty-gray fur
with a brown stripe running from under her chin, between her breasts, over her
groin and ending at the underside tip of her bushy, bushy tail. Her
face is round and gay, with a bright smile that's given character by her
slightly oversized buck-teeth. She's a very successful perfumer with her own
little shop (Follow Your Nose), able to create popular unisex scents such as
"Full-Moon Summer Night", "After A Spring Rain", "Autumn Wind", "Vanilla And
Apples", and "Mountain Air". Alicha is fond of very short skirts and cropped
tops.
"Twitchy", as Shion calls her sometimes for her fidgety tail, ears and whiskers, has several pets: A reddish-brown female flaret named Hohi; a particularly fuzzy, fawn-colored, dappled flider named Poof; a cinnamon-colored scuiri named Freckles, who has sandy "freckles" on her face; two purple-splotched, gold, mated flizzards named Spot and Dot; a white wyvern named Tizzy (Alicha makes him watch the other pets, which keeps him busy); a white and gold male wynd named Fizgig, and a very maternal, dark brown Jump Dragon named Big Mama. ALL the pets listen to Big Mama.
Pets and person alike adore fruits (raisins are a favorite) and sweets.
NPC 2:
Name: Ashly.
Relationship to Alexian: Adopted daughter.
Location at present: A house in Cascadia.
Brief Description: A six year-old city elf with dusky-tan
skin, bright gray eyes, blackish-brown hair, an adorable smile, a sweet
personality and a penchant for things that are purple. She's a little
small for her age, but that just makes it easier to ride on her daddy's
shoulders. If she's not getting child-level lessons from a tutor or
being cared for by the maid, Ashly can be found playing in her room or
learning how to sew and embroider outfits for her dolls and stuffed
animals. She may be young, but she already knows she wants to be a
tailor or a toy-maker when she grows up.
NPC: 3 Yuffi Fastfang
A coppery, smart-talking, opinionated, fun-loving, rather fuzzy lupenon
who once lived in the palace before striking out on her own. Now she works
with the Troupe, and has recently taken it upon herself to give furry TLC to
Amano whenever he needs it.
Aluka, then fifteen, stepped in, offering himself as a replacement, and to Shasta's horror, the owner agreed. Shasta begged the owner to reconsider, not wanting that sort of life for her son, but both Aluka and the owner stood firm. When Nikado bailed them both out, Shasta took a job as a janitor in the Magehall, though her outlook has improved considerably since her wings were healed by Lithrik.
NPC: 5Brief Description: Vincent is a man of strong morals and a proud bearing, virtually identical to his son in looks, build, and voice. He has long, pure white hair and spectacles, a firm handshake and an extreme dislike for his son's chosen path. Being a former bounty hunter himself, Vincent knows full well the kind of debauchery and meaninglessness that job can come with. It was only after meeting his wife that he quit and set up the Rest A Spell hotel, wanting Amelia to love and marry a more honest man. However, Vincent still loves Alexian greatly, and has found himself lingering in the Black household for longer than originally planned.
NPC 6:Brief Description: Suz, as she's usually called, is a hard-working, sensible, merry green-eyed gal with luscious curves, short curly blonde hair, and a sweet disposition. Suzsana is from a wealthy merchant family that fell to hard times when a very important business deal fell through, and everyone pitched in to keep themselves fed, clothed, and housed. Being pretty and unafraid, Suz went to work at Kitten With A Whip when she was sixteen, and found she enjoyed it, staying on for several years even when her family recovered from the financial crisis. While embarrassed by her career choice, her family was grateful for how much she earned, and reluctantly did not protest. When Suz met her fiancé, she offered to quit, but the man liked the idea of whoring her out to his friends, and threatened to tell fellow merchants how she really contributed to her family's well being. With the pressure rising, Suzsana spilled her story to one of her customers, who killed her fiancé without any blame coming to her. One week later, the customer, Alexi, became Suz's employer, and she has worked with him for six years, watching over Ashly, keeping the house tidy, and talking sense into Alexian whenever needed, picking up some self-defense skills on the way.