[[Mah shifter bio. ^_^ I decided on just five, the sixth one, whatever I planneed it to be, left my head entirely. @.@]]

Name- Makura Dralk Sinkat

Age- 15 years old, has only recently aquired his skills.

Country- Ireland (my home. <3)

Species-Shifter

Looks- Makura has jet black hair, which spikes up a lot, giving him a sonic-the-hedgehog appearance, if you get what I mean. He has deep green eyes, with flecks of silver in them, and they occasionaly reflect the light. He has a small nose, high cheekbones, and a light pink mouth that seems to always be smiling, and have the hints of a smile when it's not. He wears a simple silver chain at his neck, with a small silver ankh attatched. He is far from looking egyptian, though. He has pale skin, though not so pale as to be considered porcelain, and is quite tall for his age, 6'1'', along with quite a slender frame. He likes to wear baggy combats and trainers, and loose darkly coloured shirts.

Personality- Makura has quite a peace-loving nature, but will easily shift into fight-mode if someone threatens him, his friends, or his beliefs. He refuses to believe that anyone is born evil, but instead keeps to the belief that people are made into what they are, not born into it. His parents were both killed when the war broke out and he, being an only child, left the small village where he grew up and never looked back. He is thankful for his small raven friend, who has kept him company and stood by him when he would have otherwise stood alone. He dislikes telling anyone he is a shifter, preferring to instead go about pretending to be human.

Powers- Shifter, should be self-explanatory, he has five forms.

1. His 'earth' form, a huge, brown-black wolf, which stands at five feet at the shoulders. It has golden eyes, and a powerful build with muscular legs. Cruel, sharp, snow white canines that have often been stained crimson with blood can be seen when he moulds his lips into some form of a smile. His ankh remains around his neck, the only sign telling what he once was.

2. His 'air' form. A harpie eagle, with all the usual markings, differing only from the wild birds appearance by being slightly bigger than them. He has sharp, black talons, capable of lifting an average sized man from the ground, and a cruel beak, often used to pierce flesh.

3. His 'fire' form. A phoenix, twelve feet from wingtip to wingtip, with only a four foot long body. Blood red eyes are sometimes invisible amongst all the flames snaking their way along his mass, licking hungrily at the air around them. A long, billowing tail, about six feet, majestic and graceful. His favourite attack in this form is to swoop low on his victim, and grab any hair or clothing with his talons, setting them alight. Unlike normal phoenix's, though, he does not rise from the ashes once he is killed.

4. His 'water' form. A silver dolphin, blindingly bright if it reflects the sun. This form is used more for flight than fight. About seven feet long, with a bottlenose dolphin like appearance. His eyes glow blue whilst in this form, and he can go an hour without breathing.

5. His 'ice' form. He remains in a human-like figure, but looks nothing like his previous self. His hair turns white, his skin turns light blue. His eyes glow like two silver discs, and all of his teeth sharpen into canines. His lips go from pink to a dark blue, and his ears take on an elf-like appearance. He has the ability to freeze anything with a touch in this form, but only if he can get close enough to touch it. The warmer the item he is touching, though, the more damage he takes from freezing it. For example, if someone was cold and he turned them to ice, he would take little damage, but if he tried to freeze a lava flow, it would kill him.

Other- He has an undersized midnight blue raven named Daqueth.

[Loki, feel free to make a blog about it XD This is gonna be short and sweet for now, I might add after I get some shut-eye.]

It was never to happen, but on the first day of the year 2012, it did. World War three broke out, and the whole of earth, was engulfed in blood, and darkness. Planes littered the skies, streaking it with dark smoke that turned the air black. Bombs fell like rain, scattering what had once been beautiful bustling towns and cities. Lives were taken more than recieved and the body count continued to rise at an alarming rate. Hiding amongst the welling chaos, there were pure souls seeking retrebution for the entirety of the human race. Children, willing to go to the extremes to bring peace to the wretched planet which had been tarnished by war. They prayed to forces they did not, and would never fully understand, for help. And, despite what you might think, they answered, and so began the age-old pact system that had forged the world.

***

Michee awoke to find she was lying on something, something cold and hard, and smooth. Her body felt exeedingly heavy, and her heart pounded deep inside her chest, a steady rhythm that seemed to echo through her entire being. She pushed herself up and found that she'd somehow ended up in a closed-off room, about eight feet or so out in a circular shape, with one exit that she'd assumed was locked. The floor was tiled obsidian with granite inlays, and in the center of the floor, was a sixteen sided star with some sort of marble scene depicted. Managing to get to her feet, abeit a bit unsteadily, she walked towards it and found that it changed while she watched. The pattern was always the same, first there was a very distinct and obvious picture of how the earth had once looked, blue skies and seas, green landscapes and white clouds. Then it transformed into what she knew the world as now, bathed in scarlet and splotched with black void. When the picture changed again, Michee had to bl
ink a few times in order to see what was going on. There were several sihouettes of people, kids perhaps, standing atop war machines of all sorts, but broken into pieces. And with them, were others, obviously not human, with ghastly faces, but somehow not intimidating. There was a white sky above them, dotted with specs of yellow and orange and pink, and slowly plants began to grow amongst the rubble. Soon the wreckage was gone, and in it's place, was a bright new future.

Michee leaned back on her heels, trying to access the situation and what it all meant, when a small ball of color, wizzed past her face and into the wall. She ran over to see what it was and if it needed help, when it rolled over and made a funny ex
pression.

"Hiya!." it squeaked. "I be Shawker. Who you be?"

"I be-" Michee said, then cut herself off, on the verge of keeling over. "I mean," she stuttered, "I, well, before I introduce myself, may I ask what you are?"

"I be Shawker," it said, confused by her question. "I ask who you be."

 "Well I am, that is, human. My name is Michiko, Michiko Valen Salbure Fabre di Liberta of Italy. Daughter to Italian General Cilani Tennyson Haris Duke di Liberta and French Lady Francesca Fabre Kallen di Liberta. You can call me Michee if you want to though, my name is kind of a mouthful." Michee said in a formal manner. Though it was quite evident after she finished that the little whatever-it-was, was lost in translation.

"I call you Onee-san (big sister)." it replied obliviously. It seemed it was not nor would it ever be, interested in calling her by her actual name.  

"Umm... alright, I guess. So Shawker, where are we anyway?" Michee inquired, still in the dark as to why she was here with it. Shawker pointed to the door, which opened slightly, revealling light coming from the other side. 

"Onee-san," it instructed, "We go there and see good things happen. Follow Shawker." and just like that it hopped awkwardly towards the door, leaving Michee to follow in utter confusion. 

[Okay I lied, that was in no definetion short but I thought I'd be asleep by now so whatever. If you guys want we can all meet in that room Michee is going to, or something, you decide but we have to meet at some point XD Just so ya know, Shawker is an imp and Michee's first pact-mate, though she doesn't know that just yet. I gotta go to bed now, night everyone! (feel free to post while I'm asleep, I like waking up to new exiting posts and such, it makes my day.)]

[[Yes, you were.]]

The war had begun, and Makura had left home with Daqueth. That was the day his whole world changed. ''It's everything, you know. This war. Everything and nothing, all intertwined to create one big mess of kill or be killed.'' He muttered away to Daqueth, who was perched on his shoulder. Closing his eyes, he remembered what had happened. The flames, bullets, the explosions that had shook his small village... it didn't bare thinking about. But for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to focus, even though he was simply a target to anyone watching. The ground had shook, his raven had become too frightened, had flown to the skies, looking for help. It was almost like he could hear the explosions in his ears, the screams of the fighters... it was so real. Shaking himself back with a start, he realized it was all real. The las thing he saw befoer he could run was a huge lump of metal, heading towards him, fast. His vsion turned black.

Waking up in the middle of a barren landscape, dead bodies all around him, he decided to call out for Daqueth. Getting up though, he soon realized, was a challenge. The lump of metal, at least six feet wide, had slammed into him, but luckily it had pushed him over and gone past, landing behind him. A sharp side of it must have hit his arm, for it was shredded from the shoulder almost all the way down to his wrist. His ankle was swollen and painful, and he guessed it was sprained. Shaking his head, he called out. ''Daqueth!''

His little raven friend flew down into his line of sight, before fluttering off in front of him, too fast and far for him to keep up. He went in that direction anyways, catching small glimpses of his friend as he fluttered back, before he flittedd ahead again. ''Daqueth! You get back here now!''

[[Daqueth is heading for the same place your gal is.]]