Jeremiah Kisaji
Jonathan Na-mee
Kai Kisaji
Oddity
Serge Belaquoi
Thaddius "Toddy" Venmere
Zephyr Sartan

Jonathan Gami Na-mee
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 5' 10" Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Jet Black
Eye Color: Ice blue
Clothing size: M
Shoe size: 9

Appearance: Oriental looking, well muscled, with a few thin scars. Nice looking, but not drop dead handsome. He wears his long hair in a 3 foot braid, held by a clasp given to him by his father. He was a little stony faced, but he's loosened up a good deal. Now he only has a few stress wrinkles.
Clothing: He wears a loose leather jerkin that doesn't inhibit his motion, sturdy canvas pants, and a long coat, but not quite trenchcoat.
Weapons: The coat is used to carry most of his weaponry. He has a large batch of shurikens and a pair of daggers within the jacket. He normally carries his extendible metal staff on his back, so that it's always ready to be used, even if he doesn't have his jacket.
Jewelry: Gold hair clasp

Guild/Rank: Mage Guildmaster
Birthdate: Nuatoirc 37 (April 26)
Zodiac sign: Taurus
Favorite food: Fish
Favorite color: Blue
Favorite place: The beach or a dance
Favorite book: Spells For The Magely Prankster
Favorite hobby: Studying psychic phenomenon or simply hanging out
Least favorite food: Anything cooked to a mushy form
Least favorite chore: Paperwork, paperwork, oh and did i mention paperwork?
Least favorite place: The office

Personality: Was a little stiff with people and still is with some strangers, but he's a lot more laid back than before. He likes to relax, and always gets a little hard to be around when he's stuck doing Guild paperwork. He enjoys life and lives it to the fullest he can. He likes pulling the occassional joke on people, especially with his bondtalent.
Thoughts on law and order: Law has its place in life, but if he believes it isn't right, he'll ignore it.
Thoughts on responsibility and obligation: Honor is a strong part of him, and if a person promises to do something, they should do their best to go through with it.
Thoughts on love and romance: "Let love come my way, and I'll know it's for me before it hits me in the face. Until then, enjoy the single life."
Other important thoughts and beliefs: "Life's to short to live cooped up."
Strengths: Plans things out most of the time, powerful mage, crafty, knows martial arts
Weaknesses: Can jump the gun sometimes, can be too friendly and underestimate people, over uses his magic at times
Short-term goals: Live life
Long term goals: Remain sane while being Guildmaster

Family

Mother:Erin Na-mee (maiden name: Mido)
Occupation: Master Magess
Age: 56
Description: Gentle and wise, she cares deeply for all people and loves her son deeply. She's proud of him for being Guildmaster, but worries if he can handle it.
Father: Kresh Na-mee
Occupation: Joruneyan Warrior
Age: 57
Description: A rough, but caring man, who taught Jon all his fighting skills. He's admired by his son, and feels honored to have Jon as his son.
Siblings: None
Family history: Jon was born in Oceanica and was raised there for a large duration of his life. His father, Kresh, was a wandering journeyman Warrior, not quite a knight(he didn't want to be one) when he met Erin in Oceanica. They fell in love and soon had a child. That was Jonathan.

Romantic interests: None, but he's content to caring for the apprentices of the Hall
Friends: Torin - Jon's been interested by the crystals since they arrived with the elf, and during all his studies, he gained a solid friendship through it.
Leisan - The mer was one of the first people he'd met when he arrived at Cascadia and he always kept in contact with him.
Enemies: Chaos, and of course the slight rivalry between the Knights' Guild and the Mages

Events of note: Became Guildmaster, helped with retaliation on kidnapping

Bond

Personality: Still somewhat of a pup at heart, he still keeps everything light. He can be very serious when he knows the situation merits it, and even has the rare bolt of wise inspiration.

History: On his trip to Cascadia Falls, he heard this tiny yowling sound. Jon went over to see what it was. It turned out to be a very young pup. John picked it up to see what was wrong with it and then heard this voice in his mind, saying, [[Hello, *sob* can you help me? My mommy and daddy were killed by a creature *sob* and I was left alone to die! Can you stay with me *sob* and protect me?]] John blinked and said, "I'm not sure I can..." The pup replied, [[Then I'll just have to stay with you...you can be my daddy. I'm Mhoramm and I'm yours forever.]]
The two have been together through many things, from wars, to learning a bondclass in 1/3 the time. They have a close relationship, like a pair of brothers, arguments included.

Ability: Teleport objects, people and themselves up to 100 yards away

Oddity
Age: 23ish
Gender: Male
Species: Was human...best now described as an amalgamation
Loyalty: Unity

Appearance:Well, if you want the squishy details... Without his rags, Oddity is a mishmash of different fleshes, raw human flesh, furred animal pelt and chitnous insectile plating, all slowly shifting and changing if you watch long enough, causing a good deal of discomfort to Oddity.
His gravelly moist voice resonated through a torso that's contorted, spine bent and twisted but supportive enough, muscles all in the wrong places beneath the skin. His legs are digitigrade, feet more slighly ovoid chunks than human feet anymore. His eyes, shadowed by a shag of stringy black red and grey streaked hair, are individually changing often as well, between crimson human, green multifaceted to reptilian slit.
The most disturbing, as if anything could be dubbed "less" disturbing by most standards, are his arms. Three of them to be precise. His left arm is massive, overmuscled in all the wrong ways, bands and cords of flesh angled in every which way, an extra joint giving it an even more mangled/broken look. The hand is large and ends in stumpy, but finctional fingers, with only two joints. His right arms are squeezed into the socket, one being a thin, insectile arm, light but dextrous with two spindly fingers and a thumb, while the other is a moderately normalish arm, besides the constantly changing flesh, and somewhat feline, claws typically retracted into the long fingers.
Over all this, he covers himself in a patchwork of rags and tatters, trying to hide as much of himself as he can from exposure. No matter what clothing he wears, he always has a single scrap always tied around his wrist, once-white but now covered in crimsonbrown stains, a memory of lost life he couldn't save.

Guild/rank: Was a freelance warrior/bouncer

Personality: Bitter and scared, Oddity shuns most interaction. He fears being seen as he is, a horrible disgusting freak, and so keeps to the shadows at night and sewers by day. He cannot stand being touched, and the mere thought of any sort of intimate contact, be it a hug or anything else terrifies him.
He sees the sickness within Cascadia from his vantage points in the sewres, the pain and suffering of the Red Torch district and it pains him. He tried his best to survive and aid anyone he can, disappearing before they can see or stop him, but still suffers deep within for every single tear shed in the District he has no way of stopping.

Family

Father: Creator per-se: Mahja Ris

Background: Once Mathis Infernum, he was captured and tortured by Mahja to try and convert to Chaos once more. Body bloody and mangled, Mahja left him to an experiment that infused him with raw chaotic forces and substances nearby. Body horribly tainted and disfigured, he made his way during night back towards Cascadia with the aid of his bond, Pyranal, their link shredded to bare threads by the Chaos.
He now hides in the Red Torch District, a place already riddled with chaos taint. He keeps to the shallow sewers during the day, away from Thief machinations, and the shadowed alleys at night, scrounging the trash for scraps of food and information.
He still seeks a way to be reversed, but fears and almost is certain that this was not something that could be "reversed" or fixed in any way not leading to him almost literally falling apart. He still tries, though chances are slim if he stays where he is.

Bond

Bond type: phoenix
Bond name: Pyranal
Already Bonded, Common Bond
Sire/dam: Claenal/Kylranal

Appearance: Deep crimson red to light orange. He's of moderate size for a phoenix, now a bit more frazzled/haggard.

Personality: Looks weary and despondant most of the time, like he's always flying with a heavy burden. He's quiet typically, but tries to do his best to not be in the way. He does what he feels would have made Mathis proud, especially when the link's been shut for a long period of time. All around, he's a sad being to be around.

Ability: able to produce a small dome or orb of fire and energy that expands from just around Mathis or Pyranal to a 10 foot radius; can be a shield.

Water King Jeremiah Kisaji
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Loyalty: Unity

Appearance: He's 5' 9" and has a deep tan. His hair's a tawny brown, and keeps it cropped moderately short, but enough to move in the wind. He wears somwhat baggy gray pants usually, and a tight fitting black shirt. He wears smooth bottomed, shin high shoes, their tops covered by the pants. Over that he wears a sort of cloak. The only odd thing about it is that it's sliced into 4 inch vertical ribbons and connected at the bottoms again by moderately sized chains. He wears this often. On his right hand, he wears three rings with loops on top, one on his thumb, one on his pinky, and one on his middle finger He also wears a bracelet on the same wrist with two loops. Each loop is connected to another long chain, making a loose W over his right hand. He wears no weapons, due to no need for them. He does keep certain tools on his belt, though.

Guild/Rank: Master (Blue) Psychic Mage/Water King

Personality: He's a spitfire. As his clothing should describe him, he's an eccentric person. He likes to live wildly, and loves a good thrill. He enjoys using his powers, but knows when to quit. He also loves a good practical joke now and then. He knows when to be serious, too, but cracks smartass remarks nonetheless when he feels it's getting too tense. He's basically living his mid-childhood now. He also keeps his secrets _very_ tightly locked away, and his nightlife is one to avoid. When he goes as the Opal Wolf, he's all business on the outside, and doesn't like anyone hampering his 'jobs'.

Family

Mother: Lillian Tymbai-Low Ranking Sage-58
Father: Tobias Kisaji-low level telepath/once gentle interrigator for Unity-57

Background: Jeremiah was raised a little south of Starscape. His parents both had minor psychic skills, and they had hoped thier son did, too. They just never imagined he'd be as good as he was. His powers showed themselves when he was eight, and was playing with a torch, when it burned him, and he cried out in pain, dropping the torch and making the flames engulf the rest of the wood in less than a second.
His father soon took him to the closest psychic to train the boy in his skills, once he was sure it wasn't a one time pop. The psychic was a good deal odd, and his style wasn't much better than Jeremiah's right now. The boy was taught strongly and swiftly, only having his parents visit rarely, until the old one could not teach any more. Jeremiah returned to stay with his parents at 15 and they were overjoyed at his progress. Jeremiah was already a strong low level deep purple and was growing stronger every day. His parents were suprised at his psychic skills. They had expected their child to have powers over the mind, like they had, but he had mastered the forces of psychic energy instead. He was skilled with most of the kineses and other types of force.
When he was 20, he left his parents to go seek his fortunes. After a while, he learned he was quite skilled at theivery when he needed to be. When he'd stay at or near a town for a while, he'd quietly take a few objects late at night and keep them safely in his psychic Void area. He'd do it only for the thrill and fun, never for the money. He often targeted the more sentimental value than monetary. When he was leavng the town the next day, he'd return all the belongings in odd places, and watched with enjoyment at their reactions to the reappearnces of their posessions.
By age 24 he had mastered better and better lifts for enjoyment, taking risks he'd never dare before, and leaving a trademark, a small opal chip in the shape of a wolf with its head raised, and sounding a call through the person's household of a wolf howl that echoed through the person's bones. He struck once, he took a young flaret kit from a breeder, and was confuzed by the man's lack of reaction the next day. The man had said he was glad to be rid of the kit, and all it did was cause trouble. Jeremiah felt sorry for the young flaret, so he kept it and raised it as his own pet. Now Itachi helps him on his theiving escapades, making it look more like a standard, but eccentric theif than one with psychic powers.
Over this time, he'd become a blue ranked psychic, and finally decided on his 26th birthday to tell the Mage's Guild of his status and to join. He also sees that there is much more opportunity in theiving fun in Cascadia, where he'll be recognized for his skill.

Pet

Bond
Bond type: Maricorn
Name: N'Dura
Already Bonded, Royal Bond
Sire/Dam: Wild

Appearance: Large black maricorn with a gold horn marking his royalty.

Personality: A good deal more serious than his bond. He's the stronger voice of reason. He would never tell anyone about Jeremiah's nighttime escapades as Opal Wolf, though. He tries to tell Jeremiah that it's time for him to grow up, and quit the practical jokes, but it never sinks. He's leisurely in style and likes to relax and think over things.

Ability: To point in the direction of a person's strongest desire.

Zephyr Sartan
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Loyalty: Unity

Appearance: He's thin, but not lanky at 5' 3". He has soft hazel eyes and golden blond hair. He has soft, smooth, nearly pale skin. His wings are a bit large for his body, as if they've been hit by a growth spurt before the rest of him did. They are a soft off-white, with occasional brown feathers here and there. He wears a simple, well tailored shirt and trousers, and well made boots. He has plenty of money, but he doesn't like to flaunt it.

Guild/Rank: Student - Lecruse Academy of the Realms

Personality: When near adults or teachers, he's a smart, quiet, perfect little angel (pardon the pun). When with friends or other kids, he's a fun loving, mischeif making, wild child. He keeps up the act around adults to help keep him from getting the blame for things he does when they are not around. He loves the rich life he has, but sometimes enjoys the free things in life. When he has plenty of free time, or during some nights, he'll get into plain clothes and go out to have fun with other kids, stealing a meal, or painting the walls. He doesn't care about how much money a person has, but rather who the person is. That's why he doesn't show of his money, and makes sure he looks like he has enough to get along fine without excess, when in school.

He likes to write poems and stories, when he has free time in school and also likes to have fun torturing the girls in the other dorm, with the help of some of his guy friends in school. Mistress Perkins knows he's up to something, since he always seems to be nearby when something happens to the girls, or a mass of shreiking echoes through the girls' dormotory, but she can never seem to pin him down for anything. The girls tolerate him, and know what he goes is for fun only, so they don't mind it too much.

Family

Mother: Ariana Sartan - housewife - 39
Father: Jasper Sartan - Master Trader - 43
Siblings: Seraf Sartan - male - 19 - apprentice Trader (under father)

Background: Zephyr was raised in the lap of luxury, due to his father's booming business trading gems from Kiridia to other cities. He knew he was better off than many people, but didn't like to show it off like his parents did. He preferred simpler clothes over the extravagance of his mother's outfits.
Zephyr idolizes his brother, Seraf. He was smart, handsome, and brave. Seraf was taken by their father to be the successor of the family's trading business, and has been learning the nuances of trading for many years. Believing that Zephyr might want to become partners with his brother in the future, or make his own business, they sent him to Lecruse to learn mathematics and literature, instead of going to a Guild.
Zephyr doesn't mind going to the Academy, but isn't as good at the mathematics as he'd like to be. He much prefers literature, and loves to write. He's made many friends and also is one of the common hubs for social information that the boys go to. He doesn't mind being a 'news' spreader and absorber of gossip, since it gives him something everyone likes.
He also has made many friends outside of the Academy when venturing out to the streets. He's become quite an artist, although his work is the kind that leaves tavern owners raving mad in the mornings. He goes by the signature 'SkyeWriter', and is one of the better grafiitists. Recently, he's been trying to track a fellow grafiitist down, by the name of Night Angel, due to the skill they put in their work.

Pets

Pet name: Slipstream
Species: Wynd

Kai Kisaji
Age: Magically accelerated to nineteen physically and mentally.
Gender: Male
Species: Half mer/Chaotic human.
Loyalty: Chaos.

Appearance: Lanky and kind of skinny, with rather ragged, sort of greasy black hair that just goes past his shoulders. His eyes are a nauseating mix of red and deep purple, a clue to his heritage and psychic power, and are a bit larger than usual to add to the freaky effect. Six feet tall and yet not very heavy, which makes for more agility and speed in combat situations. His face is gaunt and his complexion is pretty pale, and he usually has a twisted, crafty smirk on his lips. His hands are slim, but calloused from combat practice, with long fingers. His right pinky is often cut or sore, as Kai often licks at it for the blood. He wears a nasty serrated knife, meant for torture and tearing flesh apart, strapped to his thigh in a sturdy leather sheath. Kai’s clothing consists of a baggy, thin cotton purple shirt that ties off at his elbows, tall leather boots of black and pants with rusty stains scattered all over the originally gray fabric from.... (ahem) prior entertainments. He has a thing for blood, if ya haven’t noticed.

Guild/Rank: Psychic (deep purple)

Personality: In the presence of his mother, Kai is very quiet, obedient and polite, almost meek. Otherwise, he is BEYOND imbalanced, egotistical, as he knows/feels he’s “Mother’s special gift to the world” He loves toying with other’s emotions, especially when he knows they can’t risk lashing out at him. All in all, he’s a downright rat bastard.

Family

Mother: Kurai Bloodblade, High Demon Lady, 19
Father: Jerry Kisaji, Water King of Cascadia, 26

Background: Kai was conceived in a complicated manner while his mother was in two places at once, which technically made him a twin. The other child, however, was sacrificed to Chaos, and the infant Kai was placed under a spell that greatly sped up his growth and maturing process, implanting knowledge in his mind at the same time. This also allowed his psychic powers to develop, which helps him tap into kinetics and perform mind-tricks such as creating hallucinations or other mental disturbances. With a great deal of concentration, he can even control every single muscle of another living being, mimicking his own movement and a little beyond. He takes personal pride in being able to hunt down the deepest fears and terrors a person has and using them to scar their minds before either bringing them home to show his “Mother Dearest” his new ‘toy’, or attempting to get rid of them then and there.
Kai was raised to be the bastion of all Unity, mostly by means of tormenting the Royals of Cascadia Falls. His very existence reminds both Shasten and Jerry of how badly they were betrayed, and how they actually trusted their “dream women”.

Pets

Pet Name: Vitæ
Species: Snark
Description: Black and slinky, with thick red whiskers, red eyes, red paws, red blotches on chin and chest. Rather violent, often clinging to his master’s right forearm, to lick the blood Kai doesn’t lick himself. Very protective of his master, but could care less about anyone else, unless they provide him amusement or food, and that merely gains them a temporary truce.

Thaddius "Toddy" Venmere
Age: 364
Gender: Male
Species: City Elf

Appearance: 4'9", 97lbs, lanky even for an elf, with disheveled dirty blond hair to his shoulders, and bloodshot hazel eyes, for what little you can see of them, as they're typically barely open in an almost constant placated gaze. A faint haze of stubble graces his jawline and rarely seems to go away, except for very formal occasions. His skin has a slight tan and seems almost leathery from his travels out and about on or near the sea. He's not incredibly dashing, but sometimes catches the eyes of those ladies who fancy the sailor types...if he's not being stupid.

His typical attire is a set of well worn blue druid robes, slightly fuzzy on the edges from age, and a pair of sturdy seaman's boots. His common equipment seems to consist of what looks like a staff made of an old chunk of flotsam wood, smoothed by both beach and travel, a folding fishing pole and a cobalt glass bottle that's either on his hip, in his hand or at his lips. If he's travelling, he might have a pack, with only the bare neccesities, and little more.

Guild/Rank: Druid Changer of Laugar - seal and clam

Personality: Taking to the more relaxed side of his patron god, Toddy's very laid back and cheerful. He tries to adhere to a "go with the flow" demeanor, usually becuase he's at least buzzed any waking moment he's got, and some when he's not. Usually laid back, he can often take on a cocky attitude, but tries to keep his ego in check. Not that his constant 'homages to Laguar' don't mess with his sense of limits time to time.

He does get annoyed with those who won't seem to relax for any reason, and is not afraid to speak his mind about it. On the other hand, if he finds a person who enjoys a good celebration, they've just found a new friend in him. He's more than glad to share his bottle, just don't ask what's in it, simply be glad you won't have a hangover in the morning.

Family

Father: Morgan Venmere - Cargo Ship Captain - 617
Mother: Sherrie Venmere - Merchant - 581
Siblings: Brandy Venmere - 349 - female - Cargo Ship First Mate

Background: Toddy's parents first met as seperate enterpeneurs in Oceanica, Sherry a well off merchant for imports from Taerone, and his father being a sailor on a cargo ship back and forth from said continent. As the Age of Darkness grew stronger, the two decided to join businesses so assure a better profit in tougher times, and soon grew fond and had Toddy, and soon after Brandy. They were raised equal parts on sea and in Oceanica, and while Brandy grew more attached to ships and sailing, Toddy was fascinated with the ocean and its creatures.

His mother noticed this when he was trying to chat with the seals that frequented the rocks on the outer edge of the docks, of course he had no clue what he was doing or saying, but the seacreatures liked him anyhow, as he brought them fish. Of course, the fish that brought Toddy's mother out happened to be dinner for the night. She quickly brought her son back to their house, primarily by his ear, and give him a harsh lecture over not doing that, becuase some Chaosian might see him and make it very hard for the business, thinking their son was a druid.

Of course Toddy stunned his mother by saying he did want to become a druid, and had to keep trying to convince her she hadn't misheard him each time he said it for easily five years. It finally took Toddy's father, Morgan, to make the lady admit the risk, and they sought out a druid to teach their son in private.

For the next century or so, he was tutored by a Laugarian druid on a small island en-route between ShadowStar and Taerone. During that time, he learned his First Change, and also met many of the ships that passed through the shipping route, from fishing boats, to pirates who raided Chaosian ships.

It was from these fellows he found the wonders of grog and the other "Gifts of Laugar". Soon he was trading tips for sea travel he'd learned to sample different brews the ships carried and he knew he'd found his greatest blessing. His mentor didn't take too well to Toddy's new love, even though the elf did just as well in lessons, thanks to some of the natural blessings given to Laugarian druids.

As soon as Chaos was ejected from ShadowStar, Toddy was immediately booted back to the mainland, with the knowledge he'd gained and a thirst for more. He's been wandering ever since, travelling the rivers and streams of the island, finding taverns to sample. During his travels he spent a few years studying clams, and finally did his second change, just for kicks and as a form he can relax in and noth be bothered, as long as noone hungry's round. He's not even sure how he got the deep blue bottle he now carries, all he knows is that it hasn't failed him yet, and the drink within seems to give the best blessings in rituals he's seen.

Serge Belaquoi
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Species: 1/4 Wolf anthro 3/4 human

Appearance: A lanky 6' 2" frame held together by sinewy muscle. Mildly hirsiute, due to his wolven family, but in a soft fuzzy sort of way. His face is somewhat long, with a small nose and wide grin. His cheeks are permanantly rosy, when visible past the slight stubble he sports.

He wears a loose rust hued shirt, so as to hide any blood stains he may aquire in his work, and a pair of matching kirlath pants, a hole in the rear to let his tail out. He wears sandals as normal shoes cramp his toes and their pointed, shiny black nails.

Guild/Rank: Master Hominid Healer

Personality: Best two words for him are bawdy and cocky. He knows the world's his oyster, and he just wants to gather as many pearls as he can. He cares for people, of course. It's his job and he loves it. It's just a fringe benefit that he gets to make sure those lovely bodies are running in tip top shape. He knows his skills are needed so he does his best to live off them, even if he seems to be a twit in doing so.

Parents
Father: Mallory Belaquoi - Master Fur/Equine Healer - 57 - 1/2 Wolf anthro
Mother: Melissa Belaquoi - Master Flight Healer - 61

Siblings: Glenn - 29 - Journeyman Alchemist/Healer

Background: Raised with Healers for parents tends to shape one's life, and it wasn't any different for Serge. Always surrounded by those hurt and healed, he had little say in his standard duty as a gofer for both parents at the Healer Hall. Of course, simply being dragged about by both parents meant he'd picked up a fair share of skills for tending to their specialties, but it was one event when he was around 11 that shaped his choice for life.

He was fetching some standard supplies his mother needed to restock and had just entered the room to behold a young angel woman in all her...glory, about to put on a smock for her checkup.

At was at that point, the wolfish boy knew this was certainly his duty to make sure such perfect specimens stayed healthy, vibrant and pleasing.

As the years went on, he learned every working bit of the humanoid body, still garnering snippets from his parents' areas, but not so much as he had his own delights to focus on. He became a master of the physical examinati on and also assessing most ailments that had visible symptoms. Of course, sometimes his 'medical aid' wasn't as neccesary as he felt it was, and so began studying how to swiftly mend welts and bruises.

For easily a decade, he'd been passing through without being severely punished for the less than savory actions he's occasionally indulged in with patients. Lots of quick talking and hush hushing from his short term partners has kept him from being beaten within an inch of his life by slighted lovers or husbands, siblings, or his own parents. Of course, he knows his luck won't last forever, and so he's been looking and hoping for a way to get new scenery, far far away from the gaze of the main Healer Hall, people who know who he is, in good and bad lights, and most of all, his parents.

Pets
Name: Wibble...yes, Wibble
Species: Flaret
Description: Pink nose and toes, with soft cream colored fur. VERY chubby, to the point of roly-poly. A love/attention-hog, and knows he's very handy for Serge's plans when trying to find a new lady friend. Never afraid of having a snack, and has been known to gorge on Serege's lunch if he doesn't keep an eye on it.