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Posted: Jul 19 2012, 06:50 PM
Member No.: 166
Joined: 10-February 12
Raél Shisarén (Ray-ill/She-sar-en)
Weapons: Jujitsu (focusing on throwing, immobilizing and pinning, joint-locking, choking, and strangling techniques, as well as flipping and gymnastics) shuriken, two long throwing knives.
Appearance: Raél Shisarén's fur is the same color as a beam of moonlight, a bold stark white, while his small paws look as if they have been dipped in tar and stained a dark inky black; the same coloration occuring on the tip of his tail, his feet and mouth. Bright aureate eyes stare out over high brows, making his features distinctly feline, and somewhat feminine. His usual expression is a slight sneer, but not a malevolent one. His clothes, looking somewhat old fashioned in nature, include a white bloused shirt, open just below his collar bone, a lightweight silk tweed frock coat, slightly rolled up at the wrist, with numerous buckles and pockets. A thin but sturdy leather belt wraps around his waist, holding up his linen pants as well as two long throwing knives concealed on his hip. His belt ends in a rather unique, but heavy buckle made of intricate steel. His outfit is complete with his pants tucked into a pair of cuffed leather boots.
Raél's body is lightweight and somewhat lanky, standing 13 inches from the toe of his boots to the tips of his ears. He is not the tallest of stature, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in cunning. In combat he is extremely skilled in wielding his knives, but uses his superior intelligence to his advantage during fights. He prefers the strategies of non-violent negotiations and turning his enemies against each other, reasoning "Why fight when you can negotiate? All one needs is the proper leverage." He is a trickster who uses wit and deceit to attain his goals, preferring to end disputes verbally instead of by force. Quite flexible, Raél is known to do a series of complex and somewhat complicated flips and jumps to avoid combat, picked up from living his life in the treetops.
Rael has been alone for as long as he could remember. The ancient battle between the Urkait and Kafeil had left many casualties, including Rael’s family. Rael is a bonded pair, with the Lizard Benji, something neither of them can explain or understand. Upon finding each other, they opened a Cafe called The Green Tree.
Benjamin Jonas (Ben-Gee-/-Joe-nas)
Race: Lizard (Gekkonidae-Phrynosoma-Iguana) (Gecko, Horned Lizard, Iguana)
Country: Charah (Sha-rr-ah)
Weapons: Nunchucks, Jujitsu
Appearance and Personality:
Benjamin is on the tall side, even for a lizard - he is very skinny, as food was short to come by for him, which has left him perpetually looking half-starved no matter how full his stomach is. His body is predominantly a strong green, with freckles of lighter green down his back. Around his side his scales fade to a light yellow, which in turn fades into an orangey-cream underside with sporadic blue highlights that runs from the bottom of his jaw to the base of his tail just past his groin. His tail is marked with orange stripes crossing the green main color in a candy cane pattern. He has deep aqua-blue eyes, which contrast sharply with his green body. Benji wears a sleeveless, battered, navy blue windbreaker that reaches from his shoulders to just above his beltline. It has two large pockets outside and two smaller ones inside, and can be buttoned up at the front, but is usually left open.
On his lower half he has a pair of tan parachute pants, which have several patches on them and are overall quite well-worn. They are snug around the waist and cuffs and baggy in-between, with a hole at the back for his tail to fit through. The lizard also wears an old fedora that was his grandfather's, which is very battered and has had its color fade beyond recognition. Finally, he has a necklace with a tarnished but strong chain that he is extremely protective of. It supports a flat diamond-shaped silver pendant, which is kept polished to a shine and can separate into two triangles to allow the necklace to be removed.
Age: 17 MY
Appearance: Erik is a white rabbit of average height (14 inches) with brown hair and blue-green eyes. While he is very thin, he is in excellent physical shape and is extremely fast, and is capable of lifting slightly more than his own weight. He's usually wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants with a hooded sweatshirt, or sometimes shorts (or nothing at all) if its really hot, depending on the minimum local socially acceptable amount of clothing. He carries a backpack with a small laptop built out of an MP3 player screen and a smartphone motherboard split in two and put under a miniaturized keyboard, which was built for him by a very talented engineer back in Razon several years ago. He plugs a pair of headphones fashioned out of old earbuds into his laptop and has made several modifications to it, usually to add various ports for his tinkerings with ancient hard drive components and memory from old USB sticks, pieces of which he also keeps in various pockets in his backpack, with a variety of wires dangling out. He sometimes wears a pair of rabbit-foot-sized sandles he fashioned for himself.
Personality And Past: Erik is an intensely curious rabbit who enjoys travelling, distracted from his wanderlust only by his obsession with electronics, and the ancient information locked away in broken pieces of hard drives and USB sticks. As a result, he is comparatively well versed in programming and mathematics, mostly by digging through old archives of human knowledge. He knows basic electronic engineering and several simple bomb recipes, relics from when he had to survive deep in the Razon underground. He has always harbored an interest in music, but has never had an opportunity to explore it, aside from making silly musical doodles on his laptop with a homebrew audio editor. When he isn’t absorbed in his own research, his very high natural libido conflicts with his introverted nature, such that while he’ll almost never hit on a girl, he’ll jump at the slightest suggestion of sleeping together.
Born in Kairtain, Erik’s parents were scarce, giving him plenty of time to explore the nearby riverside, where he found an ancient smartphone buried in an abandoned well shaft. By the time he was 9, he had set off for Razon to bury himself in the technological scavenging operations there. He would have been eaten alive by the city’s underground if a talented engineer hadn’t taken interest in his abilities and taken him under his wing, teaching him basic traps and bomb-construction techniques he would later use to survive both in the underground and his later travels. His laptop was the engineer’s last gift to him before he struck out on his own to explore the world.
For many years, he wandered throughout Trelldain, helping people when he could and stealing what he couldn’t afford. Heading in a general southerly direction, he happened across a small town with a certain cafe that was hiring, and decided he’d really like some actual money instead of having to steal everything.
Razi Atan (Rah-Zee/ AH- Tan)
Weapons: Daggers, knives, small weapons and projectiles, poison darts
Appearance: Razi is a tall, well muscled but thin brown mouse, with long black hair pulled back from her face in a braid. A fringe of hair covers her left eye. Her eyes are heterochromic, one light brown, the other a stark lightning blue. They are highly intuitive, and constantly aware and alert. She wears a tight fitting shirt and pants in a dark muted color. She wears a traditional gypsy bandana and hooped earrings. Her boots are more than meets the eye, and when adding a certain amount of pressure, a mechanism releases a slim blade, perfect for accompanying a swift kick to the chest, insuring a quick kill. Her outfit is complete with a loose fitting vest that conceals her weapons, the many pockets full of poisonous darts, knives, and projectiles. Her tail is dexterous, and function as another hand, and she often uses it to inconspicuously “borrow” items from passing strangers on the street.
Personality And Past: Razi is a bit... eccentric. One moment she can shower you with attention and affection, and the next, she could be holding a knife to your throat and robbing you blind. She balances femininity with thievery, using both to get what she wants, effectively stealing your money and your heart.
Razi's childhood was not traditional. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father raised her as his family had done for generations. As a gypsy. Her home was a covered wagon that traversed Trelldain, and she learned from an early age how to use people to get what she wanted. Her father, Raoul, taught her how to support herself, using the school of the seven bells, a legendary gypsy method. Her father posed as a mark, his body booby-trapped with seven small bells, each strategically placed. Razi would have to slip valuables from each of seven pockets without ringing any of the attached bells. For Razi, it was all a matter of practicing the moves until they were as smooth as silk, and she learned to distract her victim's attention at a critical moment. Razi surpassed her father's lessons, and when he died, Razi made an oath to steal her way to the top. Whatever it took.
Appearance: This wizened old raccoon looks as I if he has seen too many winters, and the fur around his muzzle is a deep gray. Long thin scars crisscross his nose and snout, leaving the distinct impression that this creature means danger. Lanky hair peeks out from under an old, well worn fedora, hanging low to his shoulders. His body is covered in a long brown trench coat, as ragged and as shaggy as its owner. He is most often seen with a bottle in one of his gnarled hands while the other is occupied by an old walking stick. Garas walks with a limp, as if his legs can no longer support him the way they used to.
Personality and Past: Nobody knows much about Garas, except that he's big, he's grizzled, and at any point in time he's almost certainly drunk. He saunters around with a well-used cane and has the attitude to stare down anyone whose gaze fixates on his scars. He doesn't take proper care of himself, his only hygiene regimen being a steady stream of booze leaving its perfume in his fur.
"80% of all questions that begin with the word 'why' can be answered with the simple sentence 'people are stupid.'"