((Lol, thar you are, ya slacker! ;c
And yeah, Mavryk's accepted. ^^
*checks the Ratio*
Shadow Creatures: ///// /// : 7
Spirit Beings: ///// : 5
D8
We need more Spirit Beings.
Hmm... I need to Rmail TigerFrost and Yoshi and see if they still wanna join. o.o
Then we should be able to get this show started! :3))

OoC: Well. Good timing for yet another snow day to come along, I guess. P:
I'll make a second character with a Spirit bond later, to keep it more even.
Oh, and uhm. Shadow Creatures can directly control the movements of their hosts if they want, right? Just making sure, so I don't go playing puppet at some point without knowing. xD
... Whee, that's long.

Name: Jenna Lynn.
Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Female.
Bond: Jahr, it's told her.
Allied with: Ugh, she just wishes she didn't have to get mixed up in this.
Appearance: Jenna's basically average, other than the few things the bond changed. She's not particularly tall or short. Her complexion's a gentle tan, with some light freckles thrown in. Her hair's a dark brown. Her wardrobe is pretty boring.
Since the Shadow thing came, though, she's noticed herself becoming thinner and thinner. No matter how much she eats, she just keeps withering down. Even her posture has been getting worse, and she leans forward constantly. It almost hurts to try standing straight. And of course, there are her eyes. They've turned a dark but cloudy grey, almost like a blind person's eyes. At the same time, her sight's gotten so bad recently that she's had to get gla-sses - otherwise everything just blurs.
Personality: Frankly, Jenna has just about had it with everything. She can't stand her bond. She hates being forced into fights with Spirit-allies - and she hates the Spirits too, for wanting to bother with the stupid thing inside of her. Most of the time she's very outwardly frustrated. Jenna's words are short and blunt, and generally as unhelpful as possible.
She stays alone when she can, as Jahr likes to make her say disturbing things to other people or try to make her rip their eyes out. Wandering around and reading take up a lot of her time. From what she's heard, it worries her family to no end - she hasn't had the heart or the courage to tell them what really happened, and any time she tries to talk to them, things always take a wrong turn. Either they think she's mad at them, or they think she's gone mad.
History: She.. really can't remember much about it anymore. She can only recall bits from before her bond came along, and she has no idea how it got inside her. He won't tell her, either. Her best guess is that maybe he found her when she was asleep. She did start having a lot of nightmares at some point..

Name: Jahr.
Gender: Basically genderless, but he calls himself male.
Type: Shadow Creature.
True form: Jahr is.. hideous in his true form. A grotesque, nightmarish sort of thing. The biggest part of this is that he doesn't have any skin - just bare muscle all over, with extra parts like hands sticking out in various places. Gladly, Jahr's muscle doesn't bleed. Jenna would probably puke at the thought of it.
He also has a huge, hunching back, making his hind end and its tiny stub of a tail look tiny. His legs are spindly and uneven, each one having joints in different places than the other legs have. And there happen to be five of them. The extra leg sits just in front of his normal front-left leg. Jahr's feet are simply odd, deformed things with a random number of sharp-clawed toes attached. He's just as comfortable on either four/five legs or just two.
He also has three hearts, none of which were originally his own. He likes telling Jenna about it. She doesn't.
Bond: Jenna. He really likes her. She's probably the most fun bond he's had. And he's had a lot of bonds - they keep dying on him.
Personality: Jahr is crude and masochistic, and he never takes anything seriously. Even when attacking others, it's all just for the cackling love of bloodshed and negativity. He finds causing things like fear and suffering extremely fun. He just loves that feeling of pushing someone toward a brink of rage or desperation. And the more slowly, the better.
Also, he has a strange obsession with shoes. Even if his feet are too weird to fit into them, he can't get enough of 'em. Every bond he's had has been badgered into a shoe-shopping outing at some point. They're just so delicious.
Other: Oh, and he has a really thick accent that likes to change all the time.