The Centari Caravan

Name: Maalt
Gender: Male
Hair: White
Skin: White (not "fair", actually chalk-white)
Eyes: Pink
Age: 18
Height: 5'10"

History: Maalt has a very specific namesake: his name is based off of the Dutch word for "meal". He was born in Kortiki town. His mother was a cowardly person, and named him what she did in preparation for her journey to Negav, a place that she always wanted to go. When he was born, she disliked his coloration, and decided to use him for a practical purpose. He was three at the time she left, and she brought him along solely as a bargaining chip. As she went, she was caught by a Fairy, who she managed to sway by giving her the child, instead (Of course, she was eaten by a ghost before she was out of sight).

The fairy decided that the little thing was too small to eat, despite how delicious he looked, with his creamy white skin and fluffy hair. So, she chose to raise him to be a little bigger before she ate him. Not surprisingly, she ended up becoming attached, and became a mother figure to him. Eventually, by the time he was 7, he was essentially a member of the pack, accepted by his new family as one of their own.

Even so, rather than being a hunter, his place in usefulness for the pack was to act as hunting practice for the young ones. He got pretty good at evasion and stealth, because of these games. He also became rather self-sufficient, as he refused to eat the spoils of the hunt with his family, at least the human ones. This is because he remembers his own species, if not entirely his connection with them. He also found out that he prefers to kill and cook his meat, which his pack see as just one of his "quirks".

Growing up, he got to hear many stories of heroism and adventure (usually from his family's victims, trying to impress their way out of being eaten), and fell in love with the idea. He also trained in magic with the rest of his family, and, to their and his surprise, he actually has a bit of inborn magic, which he trained strongly. He also managed to get a hold of some training manuals for the martial arts, which he enthusiastically threw himself into. Once he was strong enough to journey by himself, he left to explore Felarya, and promised to bring back trinkets and souvenirs to his pack when he returns.

Personality: Maalt is a happy person, being raised by fairies, and thoroughly enjoys life. He especially enjoys traveling and fighting. Specifically, his most notable hobby is punching things. His family's dietary habits have deprived him of meaningful interaction with his own race, and the serious, zealous nature of humans interests him greatly. He likes people (and has never eaten one, despite peer pressure). Maalt has a lot of energy, and it takes a lot to faze him. Activity captivates him, and he simply adores Negav for its hustle and bustle.

Abilities: He has a powerful sort of inborn magic, which he trained heavily after discovering it, alongside the martial arts books he loved so much. The specific ability in question is his ability to "coat" his body in magic, or simply release magic pulses out of his body. This he uses both to increase his overall damage output, and to deal damage to incorporeal foes, an ability that saved him many times when he was still in the Fairy Kingdom. He has also had a chance to hone his martial skill on his journey from the Fairy Kingdom to Negav, turning it from a crude, book-learned repertoire to a serious asset in the interim.

Theresa Minas

Description:
Without any implants, Theresa is a limbless woman missing a good part of her chest and face, whose entire body is covered with burns, scars, metal slots and plugs. She weighs an approximate 35 pounds as she is, counting metal, and her ghoulish countenance barely reaches two and a half feet long: the number of organs she's got left can be counted on one hand.

But she's rarely found like this. In general, she's clad with artificial limbs and wears a layer of worn synthetic skin over her face and torso, even going as far as to wear an ash-blonde wig to compound the effect. The dense metal all over her body adds up to 312 pounds of rolled steel, machines and transistors, hoisting her up to a height of 5' 11". She covers her entire body at any opportunity, including a pair of sunglasses to hide what eyes she has now, standing unnaturally still all of the time.

Personality:
Bitter and cynical describe her well, but unlike many of that persuasion, she doesn't have much of a wit to match her attitude. She's quite bold in what she says, though, even when saying utter bullshit she knows no one in their right minds will believe. Despite her mean attitude, she gets cold feet quite often and is pretty easy to intimidate.

Though on some level she's yearning for a connection, she barely spends any time thinking about what she wants. She mostly goes around on a whim, doing and saying whatever comes to mind, rarely thinking things through- which leads to consequences piling up faster than she can accept them. It's fair to say she has issues.

Background:
Long story short, she ran away from home, one thing led to another, and then using her cyberlimbs she escaped the arena before a fight she knew she would die in if she attended. Hoping to be able to avoid doctors for a while, she decided to go for Felarya- where, albeit in growing discomfort from her prosthetics being deprived of regular maintentance and her body of medical care, she's managed to survive. However, the need for money and -she congratulated herself for figuring this out- medical attention led her to try and take a job as a merc, preferably one that had her somewhere she could get the drugs and care she needs to reduce the discomfort her limbs cause her- before it degrades into damage caused upon what little's left of her body.

Abilities:
Aside from the fact her strength has to be measured in horsepower and that she weighs the same as a motorbike, she has noisy joints and a barely responsive face: it's never a challenge for her not to move, and getting a read from her body language is impossible. There's plenty of empty chambers inside her limbs, too, which allow her to hide some stuff inside.

Name: Kinara
Race: Yamarashi
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 6'3"
Hair Colour: Deep Forest Green
Eye Colour: Brown
Predation: Opportunistic
Food Category: tinies 0.5 - 4 inches, animals 2 - 18 feet prefers: duikers

The yamarashi are here.

Kinara is a member of the forest yamarashi, symbolized by her green hair, and as such, she travels with her people around the forests and jungles of the central, southern, and northern regions of the main continent of Felarya. Her hair is just as voluminous and spiky-looking as any other yamarashi’s, in a deep shade of green and reaching down to her ankles. She has yellow face and body paint on her cheeks, neck and shoulders. She wears a brown leather brassiere over her chest and a grass skirt with nothing underneath. She usually wears no form of footwear, though sometimes dons armour made of hardened animal hides.

Kinara is a very rambunctious yamarashi. Above anything else, she loves to fight, even if it's just an argument. She uses it as a way to judge character in people she meets, and though it isn't always correct, it seems to be accurate enough for her. She does have a bad habit of talking for people she knows, getting them in trouble by doing things like making bets on their part. Despite her fiery nature, she usually adopts a very relaxed attitude; she doesn’t take things personally, she can laugh at jokes made at her expense, and she can admit when she’s wrong with ease. She takes her duty as a protector of her tribe very seriously. Part of her job is to make sure that no outsiders eavesdrop when the yamarashi hold meetings about where they will travel to next. To do this, she won’t hesitate to kill even someone she considers a good friend. She’s also sworn to assist any yamarashi she sees that is in danger, though she sometimes applies this to members of other races as well. Her boastful nature can sometimes cause her to get in over her head, and she can come off as rather arrogant. She also has an addiction to gambling, which, whether it be with money or with life, can cause Kinara a great deal of problems. Fortunately for her, the luck of the draw has kept her alive through most of the things she brings upon herself.

Besides the natural defenses that her yamarashi hair-needles give her, Kinara is a sort of jack-of-all-trades when it comes to wielding her people’s weaponry. She is skilled with stone-headed spears and quill spears, both single and dual wield, tomahawks and battle axes, and quill bows to boot! She also sometimes uses a weapon of her own design, a two-sided polearm weapon known as a double glaive. Its shaft is 4’3” long, with a curved, single-edged blade 7 inches long on both ends, each facing the opposite direction. Though Kinara is skilled with these weapons, she cannot carry all of them at once. At any given time during combat, she could have at most two of these weapons on her to choose from. Kinara is quite fast and capable of delivering swift attacks, and can switch from offense to defense as needed. She is also quite skilled with innate wind-element magic. Her wind magic allows her to cover long distances by jumping. She can also use this magic to create swift, sharp gusts of wind that can cut targets, even from afar, up to 15 feet away. These cuts don’t go very deep, however, and they do little to nothing against a giant predator. She can combine her wind powers with her weapon-wielding ability to make herself more lethal, such as while using a spear, she may use her magic to decrease the wind resistance around her body and push her limbs in the direction they’re headed instead of against them, making her movements much faster, and allowing her to throw a barrage of thrust attacks in a rather anime-like fashion. This particular ability puts more strain on her muscles, however, and causes her to tire out quicker. When using her double glaive, she can show the ultimate combination of her weapon skill and magic skill by spinning the weapon quickly in front of her and using it to assist her in making a whirlwind of sharp gusts that can be projected up to 25 feet away from her, aimed around, and can pureé a human in the blink of an eye. As a yamarashi, she has their collective weakness; getting their hair wet will weigh it down, causing her to become pretty well immobile, as well as making her safe to touch and eat.

Name: Rhea Taiyo
Species: Human
Chrono/Bio Age: 18 / 18
Sex: Female
Height: 5'9
Skin complexion: Light, often blushed
Hair color: Strawberry Blonde (but typically colored red in my drawings)
Eye color: Light Green
Affinity: Fire magic
Other characteristics:  Has avian-ish eyes and thicker looking hair due to the presence of filoplume and downfeathers.  She sometimes wears her hair in a long braided pony-tail with a large pink (or red) ribbon tied at the end.
Predation: Opportunistic (seriously)

Personal quote: "The way I see it, playing the role of predator or prey is a matter of choice."

Rhea is an Elite warrioress and a fiercely competitive person.  She is that way because she has quite a lofty legacy to succeed; a legacy left by her father who was heralded as a hero back home.  The feats he performed in defense of their city are not likely to be matched by anyone alive, and yet many people expect the same greatness out of Rhea.  Perhaps if her father were still alive, he could tell Rhea to not carry such a heavy burden, but it was almost six years ago that he was swallowed alive by a giant blue and white creature called a Phix.  Rhea prepares herself to face that phix one day in hopes that avenging her father's death will do some justice to his legacy.

Rhea, being incredibly hard on herself, sometimes feels overwhelmed by the tremendous pressure. Her peers don't always encourage her because of a widespread misconception that she feels entitled to being among the Elites; this perception has also made Rhea the target of numerous mean spirited pranks aimed at humiliating her.  The tendency of her skin to become bright red when she blushes from embarrassment, or anger, has contributed to her gaining the nicknames "the Raging Strawberry" and "Strawberry Short-fuse."  There's that and the fact that she smells of strawberries from bathing in them so much. During the Finals, a ritual that all Torinian Elite candidates must survive to earn their titles, Rhea meets the dridder Khariklo. Getting to know the quirky, 3000+ year old dridder, Rhea was advised, "stop trying to live up to your father's legacy and start trying to be yourself, whoever that is."  Rhea realized then that she didn't trully know herself; so not long after arriving home and graduating from the military academy the determined warrioress set out on a journey to find the answer.

Hunting habits: Rhea had always considered herself a predator. She was convinced that if she didn't think like a predator she would end up as someone's prey. So she looked at the challenge of fighting a giant creature as hunting, rather than simply defending herself. She will snack on a tiny if she spots one, probably without much hesitation at all. Furthermore, along the course of her journey to discover herself, Rhea learned that she is a vorarephile; the strange thoughts she had always entertained as a child resurfaced and finally made sense to her.   Her understanding of this part of herself has broadened over time and she now enjoys fantasizing about eating those people that make her angry.

Name: Michael Clarke
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Earthan)
Age: 21
Height: 5'14
Weight: 198.23 lbs
Hair colour: Blonde
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: White
Choice of weapon: Soul Fang. That's right. He fights using a Naga Fang as a weapon rather than something normal.
Personality: Michael is mostly a very withdrawn person. This is a result of the experience Michael was faced with upon his arrival in Felarya. He is always very serious, focused and determined. He rarely speaks to anyone about anything other than his problems. This has led him to be a little self-centered at times. But, he still maintains his compassionate side, even if he doesn't show it, and is more than willing to help someone if they really need it. He holds a grudge against the Fairies Mel and Xir for eating his parents and kidnapping his little brother. Therefore, despite how dangerous Felarya is, he wishes to remain in order to to take revenge on Mel and Xir. He, believes that, despite the odds of his survival, his brother is still being held captive.
History and traits: Michael used to live with his family in the country until he and his family were warped to Felarya. Upon their arrival, they were found by two fairies named Mel and Xir. Mel tricked Michael's parents into believing they would help them in an effort to tease them, before Michael's parents were eaten alive right before his eyes. He immediately lashed out, easily beaten half to death by Xir, and watched as his crying brother was carried away. Fortunately he was discovered by a Deluran Scout named Sarah Leear, and taken back to the Base. Upon his arrival, the Delurans learned Michael was strong, so they made a deal, and began working with him. Michael would lend them his services, and the delurans would help him figure out a way to find Mel and Xir and kill them. During his time with the Delurans, Michael fought off a bunch of bandits that had been hunting a diamond Naga named Cinny in an attempt to kill her for her scales and sell them. This action triggered the generation of a Soul Fang. Michael, unsure how he would carry such an object with him all the time decided to fashion it into a weapon. He has it strapped to a mechanical gauntlet on his right arm, and uses it to stab and bash opponents.