A Grande Sequel

Name: Anga Grande
Species: Human (Cascade Lord)
Age: 22
Sex: Female
Height: 5.2
Skin colour: Light Peach
Hair colour: Strawberry Blonde with pink hi-lights.
Eye colour: Blue Green.
Other characteristics:
Dress: Basic Green poncho, body suit and gloves gauntlet compartments. She also wears a leather harness beneath her poncho with several pockets and pouches.
Weapon: Unknown. Suspected to be a Laser Cross Bow carried on her back but unconfirmed.

Backstory
Anga Grande is a lesser cousin of the Interdimensional Noblity of the Diasm Cascade who is officially supposed to be retrieving Lady Elasia and returning her to the Cascade. She isn't sure exactly how to do this except by recreating the quest to save Elasia in the first place but with added difficulties. She believes however she can succeed where Richard failed cause she isn't as arrogant and self confident as him, but brave non the less.

Personality
Anga appears to be hard to read. Her emotions fluctuate and differ from very spunky and outgoing to withdrawn anti-social. Particularly towards people she feels have any interest in her romantically or sexually as she's always been told she was only worth what favors or lands she could be traded for through marriage to higher nobles. She's been seeking to prove everyone who doubted her wrong by becoming a Interdimensional Hero like the High Borns of the Diasm Cascade. Though she is down to earth for the most part she does sometimes assume she in command unquestioningly and barks orders without realizing she's being little better than her own 'superiors' were to her.


Powers and Abilities
Being from a dimensional rift makes Anga somewhat sensitive to that particular brand of energy wave. she can actually sense dimensional magic hours before it's supposed to rip through the universe. With a little effort she almost feels as though she could control it....but it's a passing day dream. Nothing more.

She doesn't appear to carry any weapons on her person however something about the way her back bulges makes one thing perhaps she has a concealed laser cross bow that Cascade Lords are so famous for wielding.

Name: Mako
Race: Dark Elf
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6'8"
Skin Tone: Unknown (covers every skin in his body)
Hair Colour: Shiny Black
Eye Colour: Reverse
Predation: Omnivorous
Preference: Coffee
Alignment: Neutral Good

Appearance: Tall, slender, wears a white mask with holes for eyes. Wears a navy blue tuxedo and a neck bow. Carries a sword that is so thin it seems like he is using magic.

Personality: Very ironic, a little bit sadistic and a cynic. He is also charming and like a gentleman.

Backstory: He comes from a planet like Earth, but with fantasy-like attributes. Sent to Felarya after he accidentally casted a teleportation spell to a random place. He serves as a some kind of heavily offensive melee attacker that relies on his extreme speed and agility.

Abilities: Short-range teleportation, Extreme Senses, Extreme Agility, Magic Detection.

Name:
Azrael Crescent

Species/Subspecies:
Planetouched/Ascendant Celestial

Gender:
Male

Age:
19

Height:
5'6"

Weight:
107_lbs

Metaphysical Capabilities((All passive)):
Evil Sense- He can detect the presence of evil or malignant creatures or intentions.
Celestial Aura- He has an aura of good that causes Angelic creatures to identify him as one of their own and make them actively chose not to harm him. If a demon would touch him they would have the feeling of their flesh burning away.

Physical Capabilities:
Physique- Slim and limber, his light body and flexibility allows for his mid air acrobatics.
Activeness- He is almost constantly in motion as he is very fidgety and is ironically allergic to caffeine. He suffers from insomnia due to his childhood outside the safety of cities.
Strength- Very physically weak, he relies heavily on his gear.

Personality:
Kind and yet sporadic. He is very adventurous and loves to explore. He prefers to keep groups moving as being stationary for too long is risky and he often volunteers for night watch as he doesn't sleep often. He is very naïve and often stumbles into sticky situations.

Bio:
Azrael was conceived during an exploratory expedition of the realm of the Angels. During the time of his birth, Angels raided his parents cam and everyone but those involved in his birth was eaten, His mother and father, as well as his uncle and a family friend who was the woman in charge of delivering him. He grew up around that same collection of people in Felarya as they traveled from city to city. He grew up not staying in one place for too long as it had consequences. He learned how to survive in the Ferlyan wilds until the day their luck ran out in the form of a 60ft tall, ravenous giantess. He hid and watched as everyone he knew was devoured in front of him. One eventful day he stumbled through a rift and found himself in the presence of two skeletons, each with a ribbon around one of their wrists. One was a lavender and the other a dark violet.  he approached and the quickly came to life fastening themselves to his wrists and then the ribbons ends split and multiplied, wrapping themselves down his forearm. Since then he knew things he shouldn't, like ancient languages and strategies of long dead warriors. He used the skills these artifacts gave him and helped others survive and guided people through the wilds of the crazy land.

Artifact Description:
These strange, seemingly mundane ribbons, are ancient legendary artifacts, weapons of sorts. The lighter one, called Mercy, bestowed the knowledge of ancient scholars, a great sense of Diplomacy, and a strong feeling of compassion. The darker one was known as Justice, and it gave Az' the skill and cunning its past wielders, it also had knowledge of combat and strategy. They had never before been used in unison. They could be used in any fashion the wieldier can imagine. They posses the strength needed to lift boulders and are indestructible. They cannot be removed until the wielder dies of age or other causes. They are also intelligent, able to react while the wielder is otherwise vulnerable.

Name: Nilanth Sharpclaws

Species: Torikutosei

Age: 250 (Apparent age: 25)

Predatory Habits: Carnivourous Oppurtunist (Hard vore/ soft vore, whatever may fate bring)
Diet: Most if not all types of meat in the 10 inches-30 feet range, and yes, this includes human. Refrains from eating those she trusts, which admittedly are few in number.



Stature: Nilanth is quite tall for a girl standing at about 5'10 and weighing around 165 pounds. She is of an average width, and muscular as is common for Lizardo females. She has red hair, usually tied into a wild ponytail (like that in the picture above). Yellow snake eyes with slitted pupils glare at her surroundings and a clearly visible scar across her nose which stops at the middle of her cheeks complement her hairstyle. Usually, she bears somewhat of a snaggletoothed grin on her face as she's addressing strangers. She drops the act only after she's learned to trust you.

Character traits: Strongest personality traits: She is tenacious and will continue far past when others would have collapsed. This tenacity stems from her many encounters with do or die situations. This is not to say, she isn’t rational and levelheaded when she must be, more that she is set in her ways.

She believes in a trust system, and so once she has trust established with other individuals, she will hold you to it. If you fail to act upon your word, or to her expectations she will begin to trust you less and close her heart to you. Thus, it is important when approaching her to act trustworthy. Seeing as she herself has pride, that virtue is appreciated in others and if you display this pride or strength of will, she will become more open to you.

Weakest personality traits: Again, her tenacity is also her downfall, as she will continue to act as she is, despite serious injuries or any consequences. If you display reasons for her not to trust you, or you do not have a sense of your worth, she will close her heart to you and alienate you.

How does your character handle conflict: Nilanth is actually quite rational and believes that conflict need only arise when it must. She does believe in this odd trust system, where one individual, whether ally or enemy, could possibly make "friends" with her if they could prove that they were “trustworthy” according to her definition of the word.

Backstory:
Nilanth was born a Torikutosei Lizardo princess in the Nation of Drakia, a planet seperate from Felarya, third in line from the throne. From birth, her parents had noticed that Nilanth was a little different from the other dragons. Her horn and claws were much sharper and harder than even their own, and occasionally when throwing a temper tantrum Nilanth would cut her parents, giving them light gashes (this fact still embarrasses Nilanth today). And so Nilanth began to mature, gaining in size and strength but also growing more and more restless. Early one morning, she crept from the castle to wander the city, when she heard snarls and footsteps. Following the sound, she had found the barracks. Two soldiers were currently facing off in a ring drawn in the dirt, snarling at one another. Nilanth watched secretly, enthralled as the two dragons “danced” in this ring. For the next 100 years, Nilanth would sneak off to watch the dragons “dance” as the battlefield called her name in whispers. When the war with the stone dwellers began, she quickly found herself a spot in the army. She made friends there with a dragon named Blackbird Silvertongue. The "soldier princess and the rogue” they called them behind their backs. And in fact they got along really well due perhaps to their lives as soldiers. They were such good friends in fact, that Nilanth didn’t get embarrassed when Blackbird caught her eating. Nilanth normally would view this as embarrassing for due to the mutation that had hardened her claws and horn, her teeth had also hardened forcing Nilanth to eat very slowly and carefully. This also means that there is a slight accent to her speech because she has to enunciate different words…well differently.


In a skirmish with the stone dwellers, she found herself facing her first opponent and her own “melody” to play. Taking to the air, just as the stone dweller’s teeth snapped shut beneath her heels, she circled it before it would dive underground and stabbed her horn into its back and heart. Nilanth found herself elected as one of the honor guard, and in running missions for the queen, the red-horned princess became a legend among the soldiers as something of a ghost story.

And then Nilanth’s nightmare came true. On the night of her sister, Silvertail’s 100 birthday, she found her sister’s body. Her sister had been assassinated, and judging by the scent it was her friend Blackbird. After the funeral, Nilanth tore through the halls of the castle enraged, a thousand thoughts whirling through her head. But predominantly, it was the most simple one that occupied her mind “Why?!!” Nilanth began to close her heart to others, subconsciously evaluating the trust she could place in each individual she met. To those who she deemed more trustworthy, she became more open. And vice versa. And to those that had harmed her so, she would tear limb from limb and devour them.

She was occupied entirely now with the war effort, and vowed to herself that when she ascends the throne, Drakia will be in a better state than it was that day. This led her to seek more military might and technical improvements to the system. It was on such a quest that they found the gate, a polished ,black, mirror-like structure that seemed to ripple when touched. As no one else was brave enough to step through it, Nilanth chose to do so herself. This transported her to the world of Felarya, where she would relearn a very crucial rule. Eat and survive. Or starve and die. So, she began to eat.

Ability: Blessing of the Flame Goddess Mars: Nilanth also possesses a full-fledged dragon form that arises of her faith to the Flame Godess. In this form, Nilanth is a maturing dragon standing at 58 ft tall and weighing approximately 1.5 – 2 tons, with a wingspan of roughly 25 ft. Upon her wings she has painted the membrane of her wings with odd whorl patterns, of grey and white that seem to shift back and forth, almost imitating the clouds of the sky. She is covered in scales of a white-ish color, except for the tip of her tail and horns. She is of an average width for a dragon but is fairly muscular. Her eyes are the color of ice, and shine with the ghostly fire of a proud being. Her scales nearly shine, a pale glow cast by the light gleaming off of the polished surface. They are several inches thick and incredibly hard, stacked upon each other like plate mail. Around her eyes, the scales are smaller, more fluid, allowing for facial expressions. Her snout rounds into a curve, with two nostrils providing her sense of smell. The flesh inside of her mouth is a dark red, a great contrast to the six inch long razors which comprise her teeth. Forming a crest along her spine is a series of spikes, originally small but growing larger as you progress towards her back. In front of these spines, and on her forehead, there is a horn of hardened white bone, ending in an extremely sharp red point. She has, on occasion used this to spear the throat of the enemy. Perhaps, that is why it is red. Traveling down each leg, we find a five toed foot(paw?). Each toe ends in a six inch hooked claw, curved so that when it pierces flesh, it saws further into the wound as she rips it out ensuring larger wounds. This form lasts for roughly 10 minutes, after which Nilanth is quite exhausted. Fortunately, her stomach can hold a few humans in normal form, so anyone gobbled stays churning "