- Name: Ely Corzone

 - Age: 29

 - Status: Soldier

- Personality: Ely is a rather quiet individual, preferring to wander the shops or the library rather than go out like his fellow Soldiers. He carries out his jobs quickly and quietly, always sure to not make a scene as he was taught. Though, while he is quiet, he does have quite the temper on him if aggravated. He has been known to snap at people who decide to make comments about or to him, but is silenced quickly by a look from someone around him. He is incredibly self conscious about the scars on his face, having been given permission by the Boss to keep a surgical mask on whenever, only having to take it off in his or another Boss' presence. Even with the mask, he seems to have a permanent 'resting bitch face' much like Aria, but unlike her, he is generally fairly relaxed. He takes great care in carrying out jobs correctly, and rarely makes mistakes. He takes his job VERY seriously.

- Bio: Ely was born and raised in the good ol' United States, in Philadelphia, PA. He never quite left the city as he grew, getting a job at a small shop in his teens. He earned an honest living, all up until some popular street thugs robbed the place when he was 17. It was there that he was tied and more or less tortured, earning the heavy scars on his face as a way to shut him up when he continued to yell and fight. He was 'saved' by two men dressed in suits, who had been sent to eliminate the street thugs due to massive crimes they had committed. He never did find out about the crimes, but was taken to the hospital by the men, as he was just an innocent bystander with no criminal record. He stayed for about a month, only leaving once his face was healed enough to only need a few stitches and gauze to cover. He refused to show his face for a few months after, highly afraid of what the public may say. He found himself to be hideous, and ended up in a really bad state of mind and being. It wasn't until he had been questioning why he wasn't killed that he had the idea; seek out the mob. He needed a job, and he was willing to commit if people would be afraid of him instead of laughing. 

He spent almost a year seeking out the members, though he really wanted to speak to the current Boss. He searched around the city, bearing a scarf around his face as he spoke to people, and was eventually pointed to a well known club at the edge of town. The club itself was said to be owned by the Boss, and Ely took it as an opportunity. He asked around the place, finally finding a direct connection to the Family Boss. With a bit of muffled persuasion, a meeting was set up. And with a single meeting and a single job to prove himself, Ely was in. His succession in his job landed him a spot in the Family, giving him a certain type of stability that he needed.

He became a valuable asset to the Associate line, getting better and better at carrying out jobs and hits and managing to stay out of jail all but once when he first started. Though the jail time was limited, as the judges had been on the Boss' payroll and released him. Since the time however, he had worked to better himself, becoming highly effective. He suffered gunshots and stabbings, managing to survive just by a thread with each one. He as given the nickname 'Black Cat' as a joke by some of the Soldiers due to the amount of times he just barely survived and the seemingly 'bad luck' the assaulters had come across shortly after harming him. Though it was irritating at first, he became used to the name, and took it with pride the longer he heard it.

Within a few years and an opening to the Family, he was evaluated, and his rank was raised to Soldier once he proved himself again. Once his rank was raised, life suddenly became a bit easier. He was under full protection now, and he knew. The jobs seemed to lessen in danger due to this fact, though he never let his guard down. He quickly gained the respect of other Soldiers who had started out laughing at him, becoming better than quite a few of them with time and effort.

When he was 26, old age had caught up to the current Boss, and his grandson Boris had taken up the position. Ely watched the boy closely within his starting months, honestly wondering if the old man had made a mistake in putting his grandson in charge. But Boris proved himself, keeping order within the family and within Elys life.

 - Relations: 

    -- Boris Mason - Ely finds his Boss respectable, if not a bit TO respectful to those around him. He often wonders to himself how the boy manages, but was one of the many impressed by his skill. Since Boris came into power, Ely has been treated a bit kinder by his fellow Associates and Soldiers. While he is thankful ,he is careful not to overstep on the kindness, as he has seen Boris while angry and would rather not be on the receiving side of his wrath and that of the Family.

    -- Aria Sarimoti - Aria seemed a bit afraid of him when she joined due to the scars on his face, muttering something along the lines of "The Kuchisake-Onna is here..." in Japanese. He did eventually get to know her when they were set on a job together, and her hesitancy around him slowly diminished. He works with the Soldier-turned-Consigliere often, and she depends on him to make sure any job is done right once she is raised in rank. While he may not exactly consider her a friend, he does highly respect her for the jobs she has done and the power that she gains.

    -- Mica Rea - Ely was incredibly hesitant when Boris brought in the very skittish woman, only to grow fond of her enough to earn her trust; a massive feat in personal boundaries for her. Though they never quite interact one-on-one as much, he views her as an important piece of the Family, and was the one to carry out her personal hit on a man from her past. Since that specific hit, he develops a massive fear of her as well as respect.

    -- Anya(friends character) - He can't quite say to much about the Boss, though she does intimidate him a bit. He was hesitant to accept the idea of a partnership between her and Boris, though was quiet in expressing his concerns. He eventually warms up to the idea once her help is proven to be useful, but he will admit that he still has his doubts.

    -- Dave(friends character) - Ely admittedly isn't to fond of the Consigliere, but he is able to have a civil conversation with the man without hostility. But he still respects him, knowing he came from a similar background to Ely himself.

    -- More to be added as the story progresses!!~ --

- Extra:

 --> He doesn't really plan on retiring at all, even though he has full knowledge that he CAN'T. But when the joke is brought up, he quickly dismisses it.

 --> He is incredibly loyal to the Family, so much so that he will report to Boris if any talk on the street against them is heard. He keeps an eye on things to make sure nothing turns up from it.

 --> He doesn't quite partake in any of the bars or casinos that the Family owns, though when he does he is very cautious of his surroundings.

 --> He seems to be hyper focused on his surrounding most of the time, though most of the higher ups know that depending on the situation, he really isn't paying attention at all. But he can and will react on a dime if needed.

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. general

name . Anthony 'Ant' Aloi

age . 28

gender . Male

pronouns . He/Him

species . Human

orientation . Does it matter?

dob . 28th April

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. history

Ant wasn't a normal guy, people knew that from his youth. His anger was always boiling just under the surface, and one day that anger blew up. He got into a fight with a man twice his size, a man who wasn't willing to go easy on a young boy. Instead, he tore Ant's mouth up with Ant's own knife, leaving him scarred for life. 

There was no reason for Ant to continue down this path, but he chose to. A ball of teenage angst, now permanently scarred in the ugliest of ways, he continued hanging out with the wrong people and slowly built up a name for himself as one of the most ruthless repo dogs in the galaxy. 

[extensive descriptive gore to be added: tl;dr - he does a lot of bad things, lots of people are killed]

Eventually, he was given the option; kill Zillah and Alec, or face the consequences. He never got to choose, Alec was given the same option and swore to rip Ant's throat out with his bare hands if necessary. Ever since, Alec has been his #1 rival, and they're literally fight-on-sight with each other. 

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. personality

Ant is a sarcastic man with a permanent smile on his face, earning him the not particularly nice nickname of 'Grinning Ant'. He is cruel because he can be, with very little of his original childhood self left in the adult that follows the orders of the mafia. 

[tbc - this will contain some of his sexual fetishes, related to sadism]  

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. likes

one . watching people squirm as he gets ready to kill them

two . hot chocolate with marshmallows. He loves marshmallows. 

three . his favourite pocket knife, Stabby. 

. dislikes

one . Zillah; but he respects Alec. Zillah is weak and unworthy of his attention. 

two . Bees. Don't ask why, but he is terrified of bees. 

three . disorder; he needs things to be organised.

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. relationships

partner(s) .

N/A

family .

N/A

friends .

N/A

acquaintances .

Alec . 24 . The closest thing that Ant has to a friend, and yet, the worst enemy he will ever face. Alec is an enigma to Ant, neither strong enough to kill him, or weak enough to be killed by him.

enemies .

Zillah . 27 . Zillah is the weakest man that Ant has ever met; he loathes the pretty boy, furious that Alec has chosen Zillah over Ant. He's desperate to kill Zillah and get it over and done with. 

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. trivia

one . He only wears the mask when outside of his own flat. Alec has pulled it off his face multiple times while fighting and it's the only time that Ant loses control of his tightly-wound body. 

two . He's not sure what his sexuality is, but he knows he hates Alec and yet... some of his best dreams are of the boy. 

three . He has a star tattoo on his right shoulder, a mistake he made as a kid that has never been rectified. 

four . He thinks that naming the stars numbers is the worst mistake that humanity has ever made; he doodles his own star maps in his spare time and renames them all something beautiful and mythic. 

five . Ant doesn't remember being called anything other than 'Ant' or 'Grinning [enter name/insult here]." 

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. general

name . Sadie Arkady

age . 19

gender . Female

pronouns . She/Her

species . Human

orientation . Lesbian, but can appreciate a good man butt to bond with Zillah. 

dob . 16th December

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. history

Sadie was Zillah's first adoptee. She was 12 when he met her, over 7 years before the beginning of his relationship with Alec. She was an orphan, barely surviving on a rural asteroid belt. He took her in to his apartment on the promise that she stop fighting and gambling against men twice her size. Sadie agreed, although not without a bit of hesitation. 

She refuses to tell anyone her previous name, and instead goes by Sadie Arkady, a name she chose because of the rhyme. Zillah probably knew her previous name at some point, but he doesn't care enough to have bothered to remember it. Sadie is what she goes by now, so Sadie is her name.  

When the repo dogs started coming after Zillah, Sadie went out of her way to make sure that none of them would find her brother. He protected her, and she protected him too. She makes sure to protect him with all her might, often doing deals with both Crash and Atlana to make sure that he is living his best life. She's fiercely protective, caring about almost no one else in the world. 

She actually does attend the university on the space station, she's in training to become one of the best medical practitioners that anyone has seen for a while. It seems she has a natural talent for fixing people (or maybe it's the massive amount of practice she's gotten from stitching up her own and her brother's wounds). 

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. personality

Sadie is a bubbly girl, happy and full of life. When she walks into the room, it's incredibly obvious that the life of the party has strolled in. She barely notices how people's faces light up as she walks into rooms, but she's definitely aware of the darkness that follows as she leaves the room. 

It's her grin that keeps Zillah going on his worst days, her happy voice at the other end of the phone line stops him from going insane when Alec is at his worst. He is her sole supporter, but she is his everything. He adores her, even if he goes out of his way to call her a dumbass. 

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. likes

one . Zillah, she loves her brother so much that she can't explain it. 

two . Dogs. She adores dogs. Luckily, the repo-dogs aren't real dogs. 

three . Binge watching TV. If she's not at college, something that Zillah has forced her to go to, she's binge watching TV. 

. dislikes

one . Rudeness. She's got great manners, even if she intends to kill you eventually. 

two . Unclean houses. She will always start cleaning whenever she goes over to Zillah's, his place is a mess. 

three . Zillah calling her names, but she allows it because she knows it's a large part of how he shows affection. It's a begrudging allowance. 

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. relationships

partner(s) .

N/A

family .

Zillah . 27 . Zillah is her older brother, her protector and her first love. She adores him in a way she will never adore anyone else, he's the only person that isn't herself that she has killed for. She wants to protect him the way he protected her. 

friends .

N/A

acquaintances .

Alec . 24 . With anyone else, Sadie would consider Alec a friend. But, Alec is Alec and it makes it difficult to call him a friend. She enjoys his company, often going out of her way to look after him when she can. She gives him the kind of soda that he likes, the weird one with the orange bits, but he still hasn't opened up beyond the basic things that Zillah told her when they first met. 

Crash . 19 . Crash is cool, like, really cool, and Sadie has a little bit of a crush on them. They're also a good person to talk to when Sadie needs some extra protections put on Zillah, when Alec isn't enough. Their connections make things a lot more fun. 

Atlana . 59 . The Priestess is a battleaxe of a woman and everything that Sadie would like to be; she frequently goes out of her way to get her fortune read so she can spend some time relaxing with her brother's best friend. There's nothing that Sadie doesn't gossip about with Atlana, meaning that she's always up to date on the latest backstreet gossip. 

enemies .

N/A

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. trivia

one . She's very scared of being deemed unworthy of her brother's affections. 

two . Her favourite chocolate can only be bought from the vending machine on 34C-15. Zillah knows this and will often swing past it on his way home. 

three .  She owns 6 holo-pets and cares for them all equally. She was inspired by some ancient games called Pokemon.  

four . She adores mythology; having named most of her pets and plants after the norse myths. Her favourite holo-pet is called Fenrir. 

five .  

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Their names are Pheres and Adonis. In my Rapture Universe, they existed in ancient Greek times. They aren't human - they are minor deities of some sort, or at least children of minor deities. They used to play around with mortals, playing tricks on them with satyrs. As brothers, they were close and shared their eyes between them for fun. (Originally, both designs I used had heterochromia with one yellow eye. It makes far more sense for them to have heterochromia with similarly colored eyes if they exchanged them.) 

They carried on like this for decades. However, one day, they got into a fight. It was a truly bad fight. The older of them, Pheres, was absolutely furious, and imprisoned Adonis in an object they had found a long time ago. It was a glass ball that could be easily held in the palm of one's hand. As far as the two of them knew, there was absolutely nothing inside of it. Adonis floated in an endless, empty void. Whether or not Pheres later regretted this decision is up for debate, but for them, it doesn't matter. Neither of them found out how to get out of the sphere once somebody was put into it.

Adonis was stuck in nothingness with only his thoughts for company, but that soon changed. Inside the world he was in, it was suddenly created. He watched in complete confusion, bewilderment, and awe as he watched the Big Bang occur. Inside the ball was another dimension that operated on a different timescale than the world that he had left behind, and he was about to experience this universe's creation.

Soon, Adonis was able to find the solar system in this parallel universe. He settled down into Earth, watching life come to be. He watched humanity create civilizations. He watched as those civilizations rose and fell, and ultimately, destroyed each other. Nowadays, he resides underground with other survivors, helping them with medical problems, leadership, and occasionally scavenging.

Pheres, in the meantime, lived in a world that passed time much slower. With the boredom of immortality and the loneliness he had created for himself, he slowly became more and more unstable in his morals. The tricks he pulled became dangerous - he had gotten rid of his own brother, after all, so who cared about these mortals? 

Slowly, Pheres became a minor deity himself, a trickster god. Now, he is only known as the Outsider, and is tied directly to my character Red. 

Plans: The first thing I thought of when I saw these two kiddos is that they're twin dukes, or at least they're some kind of noble, but I'm not sure whether to peg them as princes or simply part of a wealthy circle. They're rather mischievous and love working together to pull pranks on others, whether this would be their cousins or the staff, etc. They're not exactly sensitive folk, but they are each other's confidant. They sometimes switch around clothes (not that it really matters, as they have matching ones anyway), and sometimes they surprise people by appearing in front of them and covering their eyes, asking them to guess who was who. There is a big chance that their heterochromatic eyes might be connected to some kind of magic or even a curse. How exactly is still going to be ironed out, but maybe something along the lines of them being ~connected~ and having some kind of twin magic would be fun. And also disastrous for the people they like to prank. Their magic is lightly to be energy-based, not so much elemental, but if ever it can be associated with light as well.

They have, I like to think, a lot of growing up to do. Whether they are dukes or princes, they both know that there can only be one heir. Rather than fight over it though, they'd rather just avoid the responsibility entirely, content with just hanging out with one another and having fun. They prefer to stay with each other compared to accompanying the other kids in their wealthy circle. People rarely see them apart, but from the artwork, it looks like one twin could be a bit more boisterous than the other, but they both have their energetic side.

If a girl ends up getting in between them, that would be something xD That could be a plan for the future~

I'll be calling them Ernest and Everest, and they'll mainly be RPed with some commission art on the side. If I get into a forum RP that's more medieval/fantasy-esque, they'll definitely be appearing and joining in interacting with many others~

Anything else: I hope this WTA goes well ( / o v o ) /

World: Fantasy

Names: The twin's names are Castor and Pollux (Left and Right respectively.) 

Personality of Castor: Soft-spoken, simmering anger, confrontational. He was raised under strict royal rule and therefore is short-tempered and uses his indoor voice. Castor processes thoughts differently, often saying creepy things that are meant to be innocent, such as implying someone is following you not describing that he's referring to your shadow.

Personality of Pollux: Cheerful, passive, absent-minded, disorganized. Due to his upbringing, Pollux believes he is psychic. He's so excited when he thinks he gets something right, that no one dares to correct him.

Back Story: In Castor and Pollux's world, twins are punishable by law. The ability to perfectly copy a human is nothing short of witchcraft. After all, what else could possibly explain this phenomenon? When Queen Aio was to give birth to her heir, she was shocked to discover that she too was cursed twin boys.
Heartbroken, to avoid accusation of having warlock blood, she quietly gave  the younger of the boys, Pollux, away to a small fortune teller. She would often visit the fortune teller as often as she could to catch a glimpse of her son. Even though he had a humble lifestyle Pollux was always grateful for the life he had and tried to learn the fortune telling trade. The truth that Pol never learned was that his mother was an expert scammer and thief who used her position as a fortune teller to gain maliciously from believers of hers. Though the fortune telling profession in their world is genuine, she is not. Pol was taught her ways of fortune telling, genuinely believing in his abilities. 

Castor on the other hand was raised by his mother and father, grooming him for the throne, much to his dismay. He has a dream of being a jester in a court even though his class and status would not allow for it. Castor is intuitive making him have premonitions of a small boy that looks like him that lives in the forest. He fears his parents so therefore finds it difficult to confide in them about his ongoing dreams. 

On their 18th birthday, Castor and Pollux discover a small metallic puzzle charm blessed by a fairy at their birth meant to bring the boys back together. The items were hidden by their parents only to be discovered as a prophesy had foretold. The charm had many engraving, secrets and compartments making the two boys obsess over the hidden meanings and puzzles within their respective charm. Each puzzle made a revelation by the code and combinations that told the stories about the brothers being separated. Once their understood the significance for the final puzzle, both boys discovered within, a magic stone that would glow to guide them to one and other. That is, however if their parents would allow them to finally re-unite without the queen's initial fears falling into reality. 

Leon and Centrin are two twin brothers training to be knights in hell. Abandoned at a young age, the boys only had each other for support. At the age of 302 (about 15-16) they were taken in by the current commander of Hell's army, Receda. The pair were allowed to eat, sleep, and bathe in her home, so long as they swore allegiance to Lucifer. They eagerly accepted, both desperate for some amount of love and affection, even if it was only given in exchange for new recruits. Their training began quickly, being forced to learn the sword and hand to hand, among other things. Leon excelled with the fast and precise movements of the sword, while Centrin was better at the more sporadic punching. Centrin also came to discover a new ability, one that allowed him to make fire with his will. It was quickly realized his twin brother lacked this skill. Receda was happy to begin favouring the slightly older twin, beginning to train him in magic as well. Leon was left in the dust, no longer able to keep up with the "special training" his brother was receiving.  
Receda graduated them after a solid year of constant training and, using her connections, had the twins placed in the highest ranks of her soldiers. They were tasked with more dangerous missions, like scouting the Endless Forest and keeping the stronger demons from escaping its borders, or handling vicious gang attacks in the lower ring. As expected, Centrin was placed in charge on these missions, making reckless choices, and nearly getting himself and Leon killed. The twins are able to see through each other's red eyes, which can be both a blessing and a curse in battle, especially as they don't have much control over when it happens. Leon is much better at using it to his advantage by getting a better view of where to attack or where to defend. They're able to get the job done together, but it's common for Centrin to get the credit.

Leon- on the left- is a stern young man, who's constantly stuck in his brother's shadow. Born second, he was quickly viewed as weaker to Centrin. Originally very protective of his brother, after moving in with Receda, a quiet hatred began to form. He's serious, and gets frustrated easily, especially with his brother. He struggles to keep his cool whenever his brother gets attention or praise, and is constantly trying to prove himself better. He doesn't back down from a fight, for fear of being deemed inferior. He's also somewhat of a passionate artist and writer. 

Centrin- the right- is Leon's opposite. Fun and adventurous, he doesn't like things being too serious. He hates being restricted to a single area or thing.Because of his powers, he can get cocky or boastful around his brother, but to him it's all in good fun. Centrin can be pretty lazy and hates doing work, or something else that he doesn't like. He relies heavily on his pyrokinesis, and never has a plan going into a fight. He tends to light his sword on fire for spectacle, since it normally doesn't make any difference.  

Leon panted softly, using his sword to support himself for the moment. He looked forward at the petite female ahead of him, her tail flicking behind her, matching the impatient look on her face. 
"In a fight, your enemy would never let you catch your breath." She snapped harshly, stabbing her cane into the dirt between her legs. The blonde snapped up almost instantly, charging at her once again, his sword held tight with both hands. He skidded to a halt, his blade swinging into her cane with a loud clash. "We've gone over hesitation too, Leon," His expression sank, looking to the ground, "You are done for the day." Receda pushed him upright with the edge of her cane, then walked away. The boy dropped to the ground with a tired and frustrated sigh. He shut his eyes a moment, just before he heard the slow claps and dry cheers of his brother. He sat up again, glaring to his left, where the other twin was crouched on a stump. 
"I'm sure you'll get it next time!" He laughed, crossing his legs. 
Leon glared and stood up, dragging his sword with him. "You can shut up, Centrin."
"Jeez, you don't have to be mad at me for you messing up..." The elder teen rolled his eyes as his brother stormed past him towards their small cottage.
The boy pushed open the faded red wood door of their home, walking past the table where his guardian was seated with some paperwork. She barely had the chance to speak to him before he shut himself inside of the shared bedroom he had with Centrin. He leaned on the door and sighed again, tossing his sword onto the small bed to his left. He let out a low growl as he rubbed his face and reached under the mattress pulling out a thin notebook. He popped the pen that was inside of it open with his teeth and began to scribble. It wasn't until he heard an exchange between Receda and his twin that he threw it under the bed once again. He laid on his blanket and acted like he was sleeping, Centrin bursting in without hesitation.
"Hey, Leo, dinner is ready!" He flopped onto his brother with a grin. The blonde underneath him let out a wheeze mixed with a growl, prompting him to get off as quickly as possible. "Rece isn't going to let me eat if you aren't out there." He went to their shared wooden drawers, pulling out a dark grey sweater that belonged to Leon. He gave a thumbs up after pulling it over his training shirt, in response to the glare he was receiving. "Hurry it up, I'm hungry!" he repeated then left the room so Leon could get ready.
"I'd rather stay and make you starve..." he hissed to himself after the door was shut, but still stood up anyways. He changed out of his dirtied white training top, replacing it with a black pajama shirt, then walked out to join them at the table. He took the last seat available for him, looking down at the large bowl of steamed leaves and redroot. He looked over at the other two's plates of meat, with dinner rolls and a small amount of the vegetable concoction on the side.
"So long as you are careful with the--"
"Why don't I have the same meal as you." He interrupted the seemingly important advice Receda was giving.
She glared and faced the boy across from her. "That was what I ate back while training for the position of commander, it helped increase my focus, and my stamina," she paused to take a bite of the bloody meat on her plate, "Things that I've noticed you're struggling with." Leon tried his best to muffle the growl his throat produced, stabbing his fork into the green mush.
"Here, Leo," Centrin held out half of his bread to his brother with a smile. The twin just glared and ignored the offer; he forced down the soggy leaves with a gag. He shrugged and ate it himself before moving on and bragging more to Receda about new things he's done. Leon slipped away after emptying his bowl, his stomach turning. He crawled into his bed, curling up and struggling to ignore the laughter outside his door. He finally managed to drift away, feeling warm under his covers. He didn't even hear when Centrin came in.
Receda woke them at their usual time, but Leon's mind was fuzzy from the meal he'd eaten the previous night. Centrin was up and ready long before his brother was willing to get out of bed. By the time he did, Receda had already begun work with Centrin, as the older twin demonstrated his latest fiery creation. He watched from the door for a while, his anger slowly reaching a boiling point by seeing their guardian do nothing with his brother but cheer for his outlandish stunts.
"... Centrin!" He finally called, dragging his sword at his side as he marched over to where his twin was flinging his flaming one.
The blonde stopped turning to the other. "Leon, glad you're awake! What do you think--" he was cut off as his brother's sword swung at him, the teen barely blocking it with his own. "Woah what the heck, Leo?!" He asked with wide eyes.
"You and me. I wanna fight." He panted through gritted teeth.
His twin blinked in surprise. "You wanna spar with me..?" Centrin repeated blankly. He shook his head and grinned, "Well alright Leo, hit me with your best shot!" He gave his signature teasing smirk, but it faded as Leon charged at him again with his sword held high. The older blonde barely blocked it once again, trying to dodge the next few swings that Leon attempted to hit him with. He managed to gain some distance, scrambling over the loose dirt. He gasped as he felt a thin cut across his back, knocking him to the ground. He rolled over from his stomach and shot a ball of fire at his brother in a moment of panic.
It was a direct hit on Leon's chest, sending flying a few feet. Centrin got up panting and in horror, up until he started laughing triumphantly. "See... Leon you are no match.. for your big brother..." He grinned. Then his brother began getting up.
Leon took slow and shaky breaths, using his sword as a crutch until he stood tall, his eyes narrow. He held the weapon to his shoulder before charging again. Centrin lept in a frenzy now, trying not to trip over his own feet as he ran backwards and blocked his brother's attacks. His footwork finally failed and his slid on a rock, once again landing on his back. Leon caught up and stood over him with his sword raised to deliver a final blow, but the blonde kicked him away with both of his legs.
Leon was now on the ground, his sword skidding away from him. The other twin jumped up and, in a flick of his arm, the training yard around them was up in flames. The younger brother stood up, struggling to see now beyond the heat and brightness of the flames. The smoke was choking his lungs as he turned his head around rapidly. He couldn't see the other twin anywhere. He grunted and squeezed shut his left eye, the world around him changing in a flash. He could see himself from behind, slowly getting closer. He took a slow breath before dodging by rolling away, his brother's sword slamming into the ground where he was, he managed to grab his sword once again and hopped up, continuing to watch his own movements through his brother's eyes. The heat was starting to get to him now, as he checked his twin with his shoulder and knocked him to the ground. He approached slowly, opening his other eye again. Centrin coughed heavily, his own fire bothering him. Leon raised his sword over his head once again and brought it down, only for it to be stopped by the black rod of Receda's cane. The impact was loud, and the fire went completely out as they collided. Leon glared down at his brother, panting heavily as his lungs took in the cool, fresh air. Centrin was staring with wide and fearful eyes.
"Leon, to your room now." Receda's voice snapped. The victorious brother looked at her in shock. "You could have seriously injured your brother by doing this, you did not need to instigate a fight." He clenched his jaw, his grip on the handle of his blade so strong it was shaking. Still, he turned and went back to the house.
The twin changed out of his charred and dirty clothes, then laid in bed the rest of the day. He brought out his notebook again, scrawling down whatever came to his mind. He heard a knock on the door after an unknown time passed, barely giving him enough time to hide it under himself before the older brother entered awkwardly. "Uh.. Hey Leo!" He smiled and plopped down on his own bed across from Leon's. The blonde faced away from him.
He heard Centrin sigh and laugh nervously, "Look, I want you to know I'm not mad about losing..." His brother's eyes narrowed, "Receda told me that what happened out there was just a side effect of the ripe redroot in your salad last night making you... aggressive I think was what she'd said," He laughed some more. The older teen stood up and pat his brother on the back. "I know you'd never actually try to kill me, so no hard feelings! I'll sneak you an apple  tonight, since Rece doesn't want you leaving."
"Great..." Leon muttered as his brother left him alone again. He sat up and looked at the paper he'd been covering. He decided it was best to not let anyone see such gruesome drawings.

Names: Quill (Left) And Ink (Right)

Nicknames:Announcer names: Angel (Quill) and Devil (Ink)

Ages: 15 (Both)

DOB: December 29 (Both)

Gender: Male (Both)

Pronouns: He/Him/His (Both)

Height: 5'8" (Quill) 5'9" (Ink)

Weight: 130lb (Quill) 125lb (Ink)

Body Type: Average, semi chubby (Quill), Average, semi skinny (Ink)

Species: Half Human, Half Demon (Both)

Sexuality: Pansexual (Both)

Relationship Status: Single (Both)

Occupation: Students, Jesters at a annual carnival

Role: Mysterious Twins

Alignment: True Neutral (Quill), Chaotic Neutral (Ink)

Hair Colour: Blonde (Both)

Eye Colour: Right eye red, Left eye black (Quill), Right eye black, left eye red (Ink)

Favourite Food: Chocolate Souffle (Quill), Peanut-Butter and Jelly Sandwich (Ink)

Favourite Colour: White (Quill), Black (Ink)

Theme: ???

Status: Alive (both)

Basic Info: Two mysterious twins who attend Primrosé Heights Academy, in a mansion in the rich area of the town of Primrosé Mediere. People often get them mixed up, due to their very similar looks. A easy way to tell them apart is how they act. Quill is more quiet, reserved and shy, while Ink is more loud, expressive and charismatic. The two mostly just go to school and stay home, but sometimes they work as announcers for a evil ringmaster's freakshow.

Likes (Quill): Reading, Tea, Taking care of animals, Travel (He gets motion sick 7/10 times he goes traveling, but for some reason he doesn't get it when his brother is flying him around.),

Dislikes (Quill): Spilling Tea on a book's pages, books getting ruined,

Likes (Ink): Running, Dancing, Horseback Riding, Hanging out with kids from his school/His brother,

Dislikes (Ink): Going to bed at a certain time, Stuck-Up/Grumpy Adults, Schoolwork,

Facts (Both):

-They both know how to ride horses

-Their parents have never been too fond of hybrid children, like a unicorn and a dragon, or a angel and a demon; and that kind of mindset stuck with their sons, which is part of the reason why the two announce for the freakshow.

-Their parents are concerned about the two always going off to Celentlas, because they assume they met new friends there.

-Quill often nags his parents about getting a personal library installed.

-Ink really wants either a pet dog and/or a cat and has been brainstorming ways to try and show his parents he's responsible enough for one.

-The outfits the two are wearing in the image are the outfits they wear to every party and event they go to.

-They don't know the real name of The Ringmaster of the Circus they work for, but Ink works on a list of all the names he knows of, which he then reads aloud to Quill and Quill will judge whether or not those names sound like they'd fit The Ringmaster.

Story: Once upon a time, a rich demon and a middle-class human fell in love. They eventually got married and had two children, which they named Quill and Ink, because the mother was very fond of writing with a quill pen. The boys were privately taught until grade one, when they went to one of the buildings that made up Primrosé Heights Academy, which was for grade 1 to 8. Ink made friends very easily and would often go into the poorer parts of Primrosé to cause mischief with said friends. Quill would prefer to stay home and read, but he'd mostly tag along in case some adult got fed up with Ink and tried to give him a stern talk, or anything worse. Most adults, however, are clever enough to know not to bother students of Primrosé Heights, but some, not so much.

Now, the two boys knew they were half-demon, but their wings, horns and tails hadn't come out even in grade 1, which worried the two's parents. But the two parents had a feeling the two boys would at least have some demon magic. One day, Ink was running off into the village all alone, except for Quill slowly following far behind. He had accidentally knocked over a large display of apples and was about to run away when the shopkeeper grabbed him by the collar, fed up with the boy constantly bothering the people of the village. Quill turned the corner to catch up with Ink, and caught this man holding up him by his collar and yelling at him. He held out his arm, pointing his finger. "Leave him alone!" He shouted, considerably louder than he had ever spoken before. As he let that command escape his lips, his arm became surrounded in blue lightning bolts, which struck the man, making him drop Ink. Ink looked up at the shopkeeper, who seemed obviously paralyzed. Quill looked at his arm, a bit shocked, and then grabbed Ink's arm. "C'mon.. Let's go home." He said, starting to jog home with Ink close behind. As soon as they got home they told their parents about the incident, and their father explained that both of them likely had magic, but Quill's was probably just coming out earlier than Ink's. Eventually Ink's magic came out one day while the two were playing, but it didn't hurt anyone, he just accidentally struck one of their backyard's pogo rides with a sudden burst of magic, sending the pogo ride flying into the backyard fence. After their parents comforted Quill, who was crying about it, they started looking into magic teachers for the two.

Now fast forward a few years, and the two are now graduating grade 8, and they have a whole summer before the first year of highschool. Their parents were hosting a large party until 9 o'clock, and after the party ended, the two boys got ready for bed and settled into their bedroom. Quill was having a decent rest, until he felt something sharp poke his shoulder. He opened his eyes, looking over in the direction of where he was poked. "Ink..?" He whispered. "What are you doing up so late?" He looked over at what poked him, that was now standing in front of his bed. Quill turned his bedside lamp on and looked over at the figure, recognising it as Ink; with horns, little wings on his back, a tail, and sharp fingernails. Quill screamed in shock, but Ink slapped his hand over his mouth. "Quill! Quiet down! What if our parents hear us?" Quill stared at him for a second, then slowly nodded. "So I guess your demon parts finally came in, huh?" He asked. Ink looked at his tail and flapped his wings a bit. "Yeah, pretty cool isn't it? I feel like you'll get your parts sooner or later! Like with our magic! But that's not what I woke you up to tell you!" He said, his grin becoming somewhat sinister. "Oh no." Quill said. "What is it?" He asked. Ink held up a torn and old looking poster in his hand, reading the words: "The Circus of Endless Nightmares" on it. Quill blinked at it. "What is it..? A old movie poster?" He asked. "Not at all, dummy!" Ink exclaimed. "It's a poster for a circus I found a few weeks ago! I've been holding onto it because tonight their first show starts! At exactly midnight!" Quill started to crawl out of bed. "So do you want me to wake up mom and dad-" He asked, before getting cut off by Ink. "No! We're going to this together, just you and me! On an adventure!" He said, grinning. Quill gulped. He didn't wanna go, but he knew it'd be hard to keep Ink from going, that boy barely took no for an answer. "Fine." Quill said, getting up. He looked back at Ink, who was still wearing what he had worn throughout the day and during the party. Quill sighed. "I guess I might as well match outfits with you." Ink straightened his collar as Quill began to get redressed. "How much does this cost anyways?" He asked, glancing towards the shelf where he kept his coin purse. "It's free for the first night, but snacks are way more expensive then they are other nights, so I'd recommend just bringing a candy bar and shoving it in your pants when you walk inside the tent so security doesn't notice it. Dumb "no outside drinks and snacks rules."." Quill stared at him. You do that. I'll just bring a thermos of tea with me, and if the guards have anything wrong with that, we can paralyze them and walk inside. He pulled his gloves on and checked the alarm clock. "It says it's 10:42. The circus still doesn't open for a hour." Ink just looked at him. "Yeah. It's pretty far away. It's around Celentlas." "CELENTLAS?! THAT'S MORE THAN AN HOUR'S DRIVE FROM HERE!" Ink slapped his hand on his mouth again. "If you're in a car. I could fly and carry you and you can try and activate some kinda speed magic." Quill stared at him. "Fine. But if you fall and we both break our legs, you're making the nurse treat me first." "Deal." Quill turned his bedside lamp off and the two creeped downstairs. Ink boringly waited for Quill to fix himself a thermos of tea, and then the two set out of the house. They didn't need to lock it, the doors were set so they would always recognize the two and let them in and out.

They walked outside into the warm summer evening. once they were a little far aways from the house, Quill kneeled down and touched the ground, creating a circle of energy around the two. Ink hopped on his back, wrapping his arms and legs around him and beginning to lift him up. Ink turned and started flying in the direction of Celentlas, and Quill began muttering energy and speed spells, sending the two shooting through the sky, and surely confusing a few people who witnessed them shoot through the sky that night. They reached Celentlas in an hour and nearly 10 minutes, and Quill carefully stopped casting the spells. Ink slowly flew down and once the two were on the ground, he let go of Quill and sat on his knees, taking breaths of air. Quill flopped on the ground and put his hand over his mouth. "I never tried using that much magic before; I feel like I'm going to throw up." Ink looked around. "At least it's starting to be a bit windy he said, looking in the direction of a small and steady breeze. Quill slowly moved over to a sitting position and looked in the same direction, when a piece of paper smacked him in the face, causing him to let out a small scream in alarm. Ink looked over at him as Quill carefully took the paper off and looked at it. It took him a moment to read it, due to none of the lampposts on that street being on..? "It's another circus poster." He said, looking up at the lampposts. some of them were missing the lightbulbs, some were smashed, some had lightbulbs... on the ground a few inches away, and some just weren't turning on. "This place is creepy." He said, picking up his thermos and getting up, while also holding onto the poster. Ink got up and looked to his left, and saw lights in the far distance. He looked back to where the breeze was coming from, and some more papers were tumbling down the street, and there were no other lights in that way. There appeared to be a roadblock a little ways ahead. Ink grabbed his brother's arm and began to walk that way. "Where are you going?!" Quill asked. "This way looks dangerous!" "I can tell this is the way!" Ink shouted, giving Quill a sharp glare. Quill looked ahead, shuddering from his glare. Ink made his horns, wings and tail disappear as they passed the road block. After a little while longer of walking, Quill noticed that far ahead, appeared to be the end of the city.

After a little while later of walking, they reached the end of the city. Ink looked to their right, where there was a large circus tent, and not too far from it, all sorts of carnival rides. But they all looked abandoned and old, and the whole thing was blocked off by a barbed fence. Ink walked over to the fence, harshly grabbing onto Quill's arm. He looked at the fence, which was covered in hundreds of circus posters, most saying "The Circus of Endless Nightmares" on it. But Quill saw some more lighter-looking posters, with "The Circus of Neverending Dreams" printed upon them. It made Quill feel very uneasy. Suddenly the fence opened as if it was a gate, and Ink dragged Quill inside. There was a dirt path leading towards a closed tent, although the two could still see light inside it. There were speakers and such surrounding the pathway, but all of them appeared to be backups. The two creeped towards the tent and when they reached it, Ink pulled the curtain-like door open and the two were startled by two guards, much taller and stronger looking then the two. The guards glared at Quill. "No outside drinks are permitted in the circus." Quill glared right back at them." How Dare you try and tell me what to do?! I'll have you know I am a very important and rich young man-" Ink just looked at him, dumbfounded. "Quill. You sound like some stuck up rich kid, and all 4 of us know it's a horrible act you're trying to put on here." Quill looked at him. "Ah." After a moment of silence, the two guards picked the two up by the backs of their shirts and began carrying them through the tent. A few hundred people crowded the seats, and paid no mind to the two boys being carried to the other end of the tent. Quill and Ink looked over to the circus stage, which was empty at the moment, well, except for a top hat in the middle of the stage. Ink looked over at Quill. "I guess the show hasn't started yet." The guards walked over to the other end, where there was another "Door". They pushed the boys inside, and they were now in a dark hallway, covered in circus posters. The two glanced behind themselves, and caught themselves staring at the two guards, who pushed them down the hall and to a door at the end of the hall.

Ink opened the door, his hand trembling, and inside was a office with two chairs in front of a desk, with a large chair, turned around. Ink guessed whoever was in there wanted to make a dramatic appearance. Ah there it is. The chair swiveled over to reveal What the boys assumed to be The Ringmaster, mostly because there was a nametag on the desk that said "The Ringmaster" On it. The Ringmaster gave the two boys a sharp glare, which made the two feel as though The Ringmaster was able to tell anything they've ever done wrong. The guards shoved the two and they both sat down to look at The Ringmaster. His eyes were sharp, like a cat's eye, his hair was a reddish-pinkish colour, and he had it in a long ponytail, and the tip was white. He wore a large tophat that had a creepy smiling face on it. He wore a fancy coat and under the coat, a dress shirt and a tie. He smiled at the boys, showing fanged teeth. The boys shuddered in their seats. "These two were causing trouble boss." One of the guards said. "Alright." The Ringmaster said. "You two go back to guarding the entrance, I can deal with these two runts." The two guards nodded and left. When the door closed, The Ringmaster kneeled over his desk, resting his chin on his hands. "So what're you two twins doing here?" The two looked at each other. "We saw a poster and thought it'd be cool to check out!" Quill glared at Ink for saying that, but held up his thermos while looking at The Ringmaster. "I just wanted to bring some tea-" The Ringmaster looked at the two. He had an idea about the two, and hoped it would save him time. ...And money.

"How would you two like a job here?"

"Huh?" The twins asked in unison. The Ringmaster giggled. "I mean, I've been looking for someone to do the announcements for this circus, y'know, to announce every "preformer" and such. I've done it myself but it isn't interesting when I'm not there in person. I kind of keep my looks a secret y'see? I was wondering if you two would like to work here for, say, 30 dollars an hour? I'll supply you two with circus costumes and microphones of course. Just come back here tomorrow around 9 in the morning to noon, any time around then works fine." He said. The two brothers looked at each other. "Now, run along now you two, I don't think you bought tickets." He said, waving the two away. The two got up and quickly and quietly left the office, and then, the circus. The Ringmaster let out a loud and long sigh. "FINALLY That's over with. Although it's a bit bothersome I had to pass off the job to two troublemaking twins. I'm sure I can figure out a theme for the two. But I hope they can be trusted." He said to himself. The two brothers flew home the same way they came, and ended up getting there a bit faster then they had gotten to the circus.

Not long after they got home that evening, Ink's horns, wings and tail came in as well. They excitedly told their parents about it that afternoon, (Because they had both slept in of course) And said they were going off to explore Celentlas, when in reality they were going to The Ringmaster. He ran them through training of being announcers, and gave them two personalized costumes. For Quill, a mostly white costume with a sad theatre mask, a halo dangling from the mask, and fake angel wings for his back; as for Ink, a mostly black costume with a happy theatre mask, horns sticking out of the top of the mask, and fake demon wings on his back. The stage names they were given were Angel and Devil.

And so today the two still have their part-time announcer job, although their parents are unaware about it. It has been quite some time since they got their jobs, and yet, they don't know the harm of the freakshow they're working for.

ohh i adore this girl!! she's so precious oml okay here i gooo ~

Plans: "Look like th' innocent flower, but be the serpent under ’t" (Shakespeare)

Vera is a charming, intelligent thief with an innocent face and a talent for sweet-talking her way out of trouble. Originally coming from a small, remote village, she eventually left to adventure in the big cities and find her own path. She was still very young when she left, and didn't really know what she was getting into when she left home. Unsurprisingly, without the constant support of her family and friends, she quickly went broke and wasn't quite sure how to make a living in such an overwhelming new place. She wasn't particularly talented at any of the common trades people usually go for, like blacksmithing or woodworking, and she didn't have the connections needed for the cozier jobs, so she felt incredibly lost and barely scraped by as a beggar for months.

Day after day her frustrations grew, but she was too ashamed to return home a failure. Out of desperation, she finally decided to loosen her morals a little and start stealing a few of the things she really needed. She only took the necessities for survival, like food and cheap clothes for when the weather turns. She survived this way for years - Vera was still living without a proper roof over her head, but she was more content now that she had a reliable way of surviving. One day, however, she accidentally stole from the wrong person - E'layne, who was in deep disguise as a fur merchant for one of her assignments. E'layne, who had never had anyone sneak up on her before or anything stolen from her before, was surprisingly taken unawares when Vera slipped by her and grabbed a pair of fox-fur mittens. Thoroughly humiliated, and a little impressed, to be bested by a mere beggar, E'layne began keeping an eye on her.

Although the pair of mittens seemed normal, Vera began having strange and bloody dreams ever since she stole them. Nightmares about a radiant, powerful goddess being cast out from her home and supported only by her children - the dark, evil spirits of the world. Vera eventually got creeped out and tired enough that she decided to sneak the mittens back to where she got them from. As she slowly moved the gloves back to the shelf she stole them from, E'layne seemingly came out of nowhere and grabbed her hand quick as a viper. Taken aback, Vera let herself be pulled away from the crowds and behind a building. Only at the last second did she realize that the one leading her was armed to the teeth. E'layne had no intention to harm her, however - she was there to recruit.

For a little while Vera tried assassins work, but she was never really comfortable with the job, despite all the gold that came with the rewards. Her true talent was as a thief, and she started to realize how much she loved the thrill of sneaking by and taking valuables from others. With help from E'layne to help polish her raw talent, she became a formidable thief and is now able to make an easy living stealing for herself and for others.

Anything else? I think that's good for now! if i get her i'll set up her profile like my other characters with their own quotes, relationships, aesthetic images, etc etc but hopefully this is enough for her as a WTA ~

thanks for the opportunity! > v <

Plans: I am going to have her run her own shop in my world of magic. She will eventually gain a Animal orphanage as well and manage the shop.

Introduction

First Name: Nivea

Last Name: Sanik

Nickname: Niv or Rae

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Species: Albino Faun-Human

Sexual Orientation: Gray-Sexual; Straight

Birthday: September 22nd 

Appearance

Eye Color(s): Crimson red

Hair Color: Pure white

Highlights: Gray/Silver

Hair Style(s): Most of the time her hair is kept free and flowing. 

Skin tone: Fair-Skinned

Body type: She isn't skinny but she isn't fat either. She's not exactly in the "middle" for say but shes more on the slim side.

Height: She is 5'8

Weight: She weighs about one hundred and thirty pounds. 

About him/her

Personality: Nivea is very sweet and will help most out in need.

Good Habit(s): She enjoys cleaning her small apartment she was given.

Bad habit(s): She has a bad habit of drinking a lot when she gets nervous about situations or gets really bad anxiety.

Like(s): She enjoys reading, singing, and hiking. Her favorite days are the ones were the storms just roll in and lightning strikes across the sky illuminating it with light.

Dislike(s): Bullies, tomatoes, really hateful people and hot days. The days she hates more include those really dry, and hot summer days where her shifts at the plant shop seems to be never ceasing.

Hobbies: Writing, singing, exploring caves, hiking, tending to plants.

Allergies: She is allergic to penicillin. 

Fear(s): She only has a fear of Spiders and skinwalkers due to her native american blood.

Strength(s): She is very stubborn which always seems to work in her favor.

Weakness(es): Junk food. Just don't give it to her. She will go from slim to looking pregnant real fast. 

Talents and Dreams

Ambition/dream: Nivea's ambition is to run her very own animal orphanage.

Occupation/Job: Her current job is taking care of exotic plants and animals in a small shop she owns near the magic woods.

Best Class(es): Her best classes in school were Science, Creative writing and Spanish.

Worst Class(es): The only class she had to re-take was math. Nivea has always had trouble with math from the very start.

Family and Friends

Best Friend(s): Her best friend is Maalum, her beloved dog. 

Friend(s): She has never been one to make tons of friends and due to her being so quiet, she tends to not have any except for her dog Maalum.

Crush(es): Nivea doesnt really dwell on crushes. She sees them as senseless.

Pet(s): Nivea owns a dog named Maalum and later on owns a pup named seattle. 

Rival(s): At the moment none.

Enemy: Nivea has no enemies. 

Extra

Scent: Her natural scent is that of anchors and the sea.

Blood type: O negative

Outfit(s): She prefers to wear high socks, shorts and a crop top.

Makeup: Pffft none. Screw that. 

Scars: Her scars don't consist of ones you can see, they are mental and emotional scars. 

Tattoo(es): She plans on getting another tattoo on her right upper shoulder of a Tribal Wolf surrounded by all sizes of stars and a solid bright moon in front of it. 

Jewelry: She wears a ring on each middle finger of each hang that is made of gold. She also wears a gold choker. 

Favorites

Favorite Food(s): She loves to eat steak, baked potatoes, cheese, pizza and especially tacos. 

Favorite Drink(s): Whiskey, coke, and sweet tea. Ultimately, she prefers sweet tea over anything.

Favorite Color(s): Her favorite color happens to be jet black like her attitude.

Favorite Animal(s): She loves cats, wolves, dogs and otters. 

Favorite Number: Three. Three is her all time lucky number.

Favorite Season(s): Winter is her top favorite season but fall comes in a close second. She also enjoys summer so she can go swimming.

Favorite Holiday(s): Her all time favorite holiday is Halloween. 

Favorite Time of Day: Dusk. Right after the sun has gone down and the sky is changing colors is her favorite time to be outside.

Slight Back ground: Nivea is a kind-hearted and very spirited young lady. She is eighteen years old even though she looks much younger. Don’t let her looks fool you though. Nivea often goes for long hikes and walks into the woods with her companion, Maalum ( https://toyhou.se/946063.maalum#3782285 ). Maalum is her beloved dog that she rescued from the shelter about a year ago. You see, Nivea lives in a world that isn’t like most peoples. Her world is filled with magic, magical creatures and beings and even witches and warlocks. So, naturally her dog isn’t a normal one. He was cast into the shelter as everyone was terrified of his spider-like eyes he had but that never stopped her from adopting the sweet and loving pooch. Nivea herself isn’t normal either which is why she lives here with all these magical beings. She runs a small countryside shop selling pets, plants and Magic in jars. She didn’t start researching magic till about two years ago and didn’t enjoy using it unless she needed to heal an animal, plant or another person. Sometimes, in a rare show, she will let others watch as she gathers up spiritual and nature magic and capture it in a jar. People really love buying her magic in jars since they love the natural looking colors of the captured aura’s. Nivea also loves to go exploring around different magical caves, forests and gather new plants and creatures to nurture.

Short Story: One day, Nivea gave a call for Maalum. It was time to go on yet another hike. This time, she was searching for a new plant for her shop to sell. As maalum comes bounding up from outside, there is another dog following him tail tucked between their legs. Nivea tilted her head a bit. “Maalum, who did you bring with you?” Nivea said with a smile and greeted him with head pat. Seattle slowly walks up stopping ever so often in a cautious way that makes Nivea wonder if they had been hurt before. Seattle ( https://toyhou.se/1036555.seattle#3805663 ) pulls away as Nivea bends down to pet him. “Oh sweetie, I won’t hurt you.” Nivea said reaching her hand out again only to earn a growl from Seattle who snapped at her outstretched hand. Maalum gave a growl of his own and leaped onto Seattle over taking the smaller dog and began biting down on his chest fur. “Maalum! No! Bad boy!” Nivea scolded and began pulling maalum off Seattle. “You don’t do that to a guest!” Maalum gave a whine and sulked away. Once again, Nivea settled beside Seattle who was cowering in fear and pain. Blood was staining his fur red and Nivea’s ears went down. She brushed her hand against the ground before ever so gently laying both hands on the wound maalum had made on Seattle’s chest. The dog gave a yelp of pain as the wound began healing itself. Sweat began to bead on her forehead as she worked before finally, the wound was healed and she fell back breathing harshly due to all the energy she used. Her chest heaved with each breath before she felt she was strong enough to sit back up. "Maalum, come." She commanded as maalum sulked over head lowered.