Name: Abadon Buer

Age: True age unknown, Immortality keeps him looking 21.

Species:  Demon

Appearance:

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Personallity: Abadon is a ruthless demon, running through almsot anyone to get what he needs and survive.  He is not afraid to use his abilities, and often get's into trouble for doing so, though those to enforce the law are rarely able to keep him where they want him due to his ability to transform his body into whatever shape he wants.

History: Abadon was raised by humans, his true parents butchered before his eyes when he was a new born baby. The humans to take him in attempted to cover the fact he was a demon, as mixed raced families had never been accepted into any community. However, his transformations and mutations manifested at an early age and he accidentally killed his adoptive parents at the age of fifteen, and he was on the run for it for nearly one hundred years before they closed the case.

Other Details: The shield in the picture is one of many weapon transformations he is able to perform.

Name:  Arzenzira Alcrest

Age: 40; but looks like she's in her twenties, due to her species' slower aging.

Species: Dwarf

Appearance:

Sketch by me.  Please don't reproduce without permission, so on and so forth, yadda yadda.

Personality: Zira is a boisterous but essentially practical person.  Like most dwarves she is wary of other peoples, but unlike most, she also has a streak of curiosity which lends her to exploration (and trouble).  Her temper is surprisingly even, and she knows how to keep her head in combat.  But she is very slow to forgive slights or transgressions.

History:  Like most dwarves, Zira was given a choice between taking up arms or learning a craft when she came of age.  She chose the former. Her life and career have been fairly uneventful.  A few years ago she was promoted to Deputy Guard of the Wall Watch for her clan's mountainhome, which, so far, has been her proudest achievement.

Other Details:  She's had weapons and armor training, so she knows how to use a sword, shield, hammer, and axe.  Her tattoo marks her as a member of her clan.

Name: Abigor Deumos

Age: Immortal

Species: Vampire

Appearance:

Personallity:

Abigor generally doesn't care about anything or anyone, just wanting to live a quiet, secluded life in which nobody hassles her. Her large Broadsword is enchanted with vampiric runes that make it unbreakable, which is highly useful with some of the things she needs to kill on a day to day basis.

History:

Well either it isn't necessary or I'm too lazy, your choice.

Other Details:

Pfft, at this time at night? Hell no,

Maybe Abigor has amnesia and the human just didn't survive the trip?  XD

(Though we could alwayskeep him/her on the shelf in case we need another character in a pinch)

Name: Jasharn Aelwyth

Age: 204

Species: Elf

Appearance:

Image, mine, blah blah blah.

Personality: Crafty, elitist, but also pretty honorable.  Jasharn is firmly in the 'elves rule, everyone else sucks' camp of thinking.  He's got a lot of natural talents (crack shot, gifted musician, some minor magical talent) which makes him both arrogant and generally bad at adapting/picking up new skills.  He's not as onboard with the nature-worship as most elves, though.  Plumbing is important to him.

History:  Wealthy elven traditionalist from a wealthy elven traditionalist family.   Most of his skills were learned for ceremonial use than practical warfare.  He's never dirtied his hands, so to speak, and spent most of his life living happily in the secluded elven village.  Though, for some reason, he hasn't had many friends.

Other Details:  We can make 'em up as we go along, I imagine.

Name: Elarie Blackhound

Age: 18 

Species: Lycan

Appearance:

Image, so on, mine, etc.

Personality:  'Casually sociopathic' would probably be the best way to put it.  She is not a lycan who shies away from the wolf half of her nature; though even wolves are generally more principaled.  That said, she's not an idiot.

History:  Her clan cut her loose when she picked a fight with one of her cousins and subsequently killed him.  After that she took to wandering, avoiding the authorities who hunted her, or (most often) hunting them right back in return.  A scuffle with another group of lycans cost her her eye, but she managed to evade them afterwards.

Other Details: None yet.  XD

(I don't know about amnesia, but we'll see were we go.)

Abigor and Abadon were walking along, Abigor dragging her blade as she went. They were not sure where they were or were they were going, but they were grateful they had managed to get away from a ship they were sent here in. Abadon was the first to speak, "So who or what are you exactly? you look like some medieval chick that somehow found a time machine and zipped forward to do something bizarre."

Abigor glowered at the man, not able to see his face properly due to the hood, though by the smell she knew she was a demon, "I'm a vampire, I've been around for god only  knows how long." She stretched, the increased heat on this planet made almost unbearable with her heavy armour plates, "I know your a demon from the stink, and I think we should look for other survivors or ships."

Abigor looked up at Abadon, still unable to judge his facial ex
pression, deciding to play it safe, deciding she was more likely to survive with a demon's help, "You can call me Abi, I prefer it to my full name anyway." Abadon nodded.

"My name's Abadon Buer, people mainly call me Aba, but generally I don't like that." He smirked, leaning his head back to let his hood fall down, his long black hair now showing, "So You can either call me Abadon or Buer, your choice." She smiled, nodding slightly.

"I think I'll stick with Abadon for now," For the next twenty minutes or so they fell into total silence, deciding it best they look for a ship, preferably more survivors, knowing that a larger group meant better chance of survival.

(( Zozo will Spam.

....And then eat you before you eat me. Yeah, take that. -victory dance- ))

(( Oh no, Reu be a gangsta! D; What has the world come to these days?!

....Its so wet in here. o.o -gets her pocket knife and pokes-

Zozo will gut you. |D ))

(( How is that possible?! D; -flails around-

-then uses awesome powers and turns into a magical twinkie- Don't dis the twinkie, foo. I be like....invinsible naow. ))

Arzenzira's blade sank heavily through the plated back of the strange, man-sized automaton.  Sparks flew out from the blow, and the creature crumpled, the discharge sending a shock of electricity running up to the hilt of her sword.  It met the leather of her gloves, and she flinched, letting go and staggering back a few steps.

Behind her, the elf stepped over the remains of the other automaton.  There had been two, when they had managed to escape from the ship's landing zone.

"You dropped your blade," the elf noted, with a disdainful sniff which Zira was already getting tired of.

"Right.  After I killed them," she replied, before kicking the enemy's remains away, and grabbing her weapon up again.  "Which is a fair sight more than you've done."

He gave her a reproachful look.  "I don't know how to fight these... these things.  They're not even wrought from magic."

"I am no more familiar with them than you are," Zira pointed out.  Still, his observation was accurate enough.  The automatons were filled with machine wires, but no cogs or gears, and no magic, such as what powered the walking statues which guarded some cities back home.  There was a word for such things.  She'd heard some of the traveling craftsmen who passed through the mountains speak of 'inventions' along these line.  But she hadn't ever thought she'd see the inside of one.

Curious, she bent down to examine it more closely.

"What you doing?"

"I should think that would be obvious, Elf," she replied.

The elf's metaphorical feathers ruffled.  "I have a name, Dwarf.  It's Jasharn Aelwyth - if you can pronounce it."

Zira snorted.  "I'll manage, I'm sure."  A careful prod to the mechanical corpse in front of her produced no further sparks.  "My name is Arzenzira Alcrest, of the Snowfall Hold north of-"

"Yes, yes, fine," Jasharn interrupted.  "I don't particularly care to hear your life story.  I'm more concerned with whatever it is that brought us here."  He dug a bootheel into the hard, warm earth beneath them.  The vegetation around them was sparse and wiry from constant exposure to unfriendly weather.

"Well, there's one way we could find out," Zira suggested, standing up, and wondering if they should take one of the dead automatons with them.  Probably not, she decided.  They seemed fairly heavy, and without any food or water on them, they would have to be careful with how they spent their energies.  Or she would, at least.  The elf could presumably subsist on whatever faerie magic served his people.

"And that would be?" Jasharn asked.

Zira nodded towards the square shapes on the horizon.  "Buildings.  We'll head for them - and then see."  Without further discussion, then, she dusted herself off and began to walk.

After a moment's hesitation, Jasharn followed.

Abadon and Abi saw a female dwarf dispatch two strange looking creatures, shrugging to eachother as they started to jog, but just before they cam withing distance to shout, ten of the creatures surrounded them. Abadon smirked, "Time to see just hoe good you are with that blade, my new friend." Abigor chuckled softly, her hand wrapped tight on the blade's hilt, the blade held upside down, the tip of the alrge broadsword constantly trailing on the ground.

Abadon clenchedhis fists, causing them to grow black and enlarge, appearing to be made of solid rock... though darker and shinier.  "Well are you going to start something or just stand there looking ugly?" Two ran straight for Abadon, he kicked on back into another and grabbed the otherone by the head, puching hard into it's chest, his fist coming through the other side.

Abi smiled as two came towards her, her blade arched upwards, her hand releasing it as it flew up into the air.  They looked up towards the blade, "Mistake." She reached up and caught the blade the right way up, dragging it down through the air and chests of the creatures, leaving the two of them in four parts. Her blade arched upwards and downwards again as she carved through three mroe, leaving what remained for Abadon.

Abadon used his now rather huge fists throughout the fight, grabbing the second by the legs and arms and ripping it in two in a clean line across the waist.  He rammed both his fists together on both sides of another head, pulverinsing it into dust and letting the body drop. His fists soared and each one went through a chest, taking all automated life from the final two of the ambush group.

He twisted and clicked his neck, looking up at Abigor with a smile on his face, "Did you feel the socks they give you? I think they're mechanical." Abigor looked abck at him, "Hm? what? no, blade's enchanted, no feedback." Abadon tutted, "That's cheating," Abigor chuckled, "Whatever, i'm still better than you." She started jogging towards the dwarf again, wanting more company so she could feel safer in this dreadful place.

Jasharn's ears caught the sounds of the fight, and then fast-moving footsteps first between the two of them.  He turned, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of a sleek young woman clad in dark armor.  The figure behind her was more difficult to spot.  But by her palor, and the impressive speed with which she moved, Jasharn aptly guessed that she was one of three things - either an elf, a demon, or a vampire.

Clearly, she was no elf.

He drew his bow and notched an arrow into it, the drawstring whining against the wood and steel as it was drawn tight.  His boots dug a grove into the earth as he pivoted, and aimed for the woman's heart.  Whether by a lack of foresight or through an act of supreme confidence, he had a clear shot to his target.

"Hold, creature," he warned.

The movement and the sound of his voice drew Zira's attention.  She halted, and turning, took in the sight of her grudging companion and the approaching figures.  Both of them looked shady, but a fair sight familiar than anything else they'd seen so far.

"Don't shoot," she advised.

Jasharn darted an unhappy glance in her direction.  "Look closely.  These are no mere 'people'," he asserted.

"Perhaps not," Zira agreed.  "But we won't get any answers by firing openly at anyone who crosses our paths.  If I was going to be selective about the company I kept, I would have left you with the constructs I killed."  She took a few steps forward, even as the approaching pair slowed, and took note of her armed and somewhat hostile companion.

"Name yourselves," she asked, her tone brusque and not quite friendly, and kept herself at a cautious distance.  "Who and what are you, and how did you come to be here?"

Grateful that he had his hood up, Abadon kept his gaze low, ensuring his level of sight did not meet thiers, as that would show his face, not something he liked to do often."We're good, vampire, just remember, if this goes south I have a way of protecting myself, I hope you have something similar." Abigor winked at him, a smirk growing on her face, "For me to know..."

She twisted her neck to either side, clicking it twice, "Name's Abi, no particular clan, been around too long for that." She dug around six inches of her broadsword in the ground in front of her, "Just a little insurance." She arched her back, stretching the last of the kinks out from the flight, "Your turn i do believe, Aba." He scowled at her, still not levelling his gaze.

"My name's Abadon Buer, demon, so obviously no clan." He stretched, looking at his hands which had returned to 'normal' though he didn't remember what his true form looked like. "You saw my main way of... Insurance was it she so aptly called it? Back there against those things." He shifted uneasily, not liking the tension the elf had managed to create. "Can't say elves were on my list of things to find here."

Abigor took the opportunity to look around the area,  trying to see if there was any sign of life. "All this friendly discussion may be good for the mind but if we don't move before dark comes more of these things are likely to come... And I, believe it or not, am a peaceful sort."

Abadon stretched, "I actually have an idea for that," He flexed his arms, before closing his eyes and concentrating on a bigger transformation. His arms changed into two large scythes. He took down three of the large trees that were scattered about around them, "Shouldn't take too long to make a shelter... Burn it in the morning." Abigor smirked slightly.

"Something tells me you're used to avoiding people don't like you, I wonder why that is."

Jasharn snorted derisively, but after a beat, lowered his bow.  Zira shot a glance towards the horizon, and then nodded.

"You make a good point.  I'm called Arzenzira Alcrest; the elf is Jasharn."  She rolled her shoulders, feeling the head begin to take a toll on her from beneath the confines of her armor.  It was a well-crafted suit, and she wasn't known for a lack of endurance, but the open skyline and the unrelenting, dry air were making her uncomfortable.

Like the vampire, she felt over-exposed, as if someone had painted a target sign on her back.

"There are some structures in the distance," Zira indicated.  "We were heading there.  But I suppose we wouldn't make it before nightfall..."  She kept one hand on her belt, within easy reach of her blade's hilt.

Jasharn kept his distance and his wariness.  He didn't like the look of the blood-drinker, but at least he could tell what that one was.  Up close, now, it was her companion who gave him pause.  Creature of the abyss, he thought, recalling the warnings of his forefathers.  Those of demon blood were cursed, he believed, by their very natures.  For a tense moment, he simply regarded him. 

Then he let out a sharp breath, not quite a curse, and took the cloak off his shoulders.  

"Looks like we've got a camp-out," Zira observed.  "Hooray."