Elle l'écouta alors qu'ils traversaient la foule vers les salles de classe. Inhalée profondément, elle a croisé les bras - son pouce foulant le bois de son arc dans une sorte d'habitude nerveuse. Brielle s'arrêta alors comme ils se tenaient à l'entrée des salles de classe, et plaça ses mains derrière son dos - les deux s'emparant de son arc. Elle a donné un petit sourire à Eden, « Je suppose que votre droit.. » Ses pensées ont couru pour les garder proches dans l'essence au cas où les métisses savaient quelque chose, « Je suppose que c'est juste une pensée inébranlable de ne pas savoir de quoi ils sont capables ». Elle n'a rien dit pendant un moment, ses yeux se sont déplacés vers le sol avant d'inhaler et de recommencer "Il y avait quelque chose de différent chez Lucile, le métis plus tôt. Il semblait effrayé par les gardes, j'étais sûr qu'il allait attaquer. Mais ce n'est pas le cas. Alors peut-être que tu as raison".
Son regard est passé de l'homme épouvantable à la classe qui se remplit lentement d'enfants. C'était rare qu'elle ait jamais marché dans les classes, mais quand elle l'a fait - une nostalgie croustillante de ses jours passés ici, a inondé. "Tu as dit Flora et Fauna aujourd'hui?" Brielle a demandé à Eden d'un ton plus éclatant, son regard toujours placé sur certains des jeunes de la classe. "Eh bien! Je vais m'asseoir à l'arrière, pour que tu puisses commencer le cours. Enseignante" Elle riait, et a fait des gestes pour qu'il marche d'abord.
Name: Ysran Stormreach. He doesn't really know his name, so he just threw a few things together.
Age: Around late 20's
Breed: Human. However, demonic exposure has transformed his ears. Many think he is a half-breed.
Personality: Could be described as "Neutral Evil," He isn't explicitly evil, as in, he won't burn down buildings or terrorize people, but in the pursuit of knowledge and power, no price is to great to pay, even if it means resorting to things others may find "Evil"
Equipment: Ysran carries a pack of ritual materials and demonic texts. He also carries a Machete.
Bio: Ysran, or at least that's what he's gone to calling himself now, was a very smart child. He learned to read from his parents, and how to survive out in the wilderness. Because that's where he lived. He lived with a group of humans who were just trying to survive. Yet in his 15th year his entire tribe was destroyed by the demons.
A normal human would have ran, but Ysran was... Fascinated. He stared on, half terrified, half in wonder, as everyone was slaughtered. Yet when a rather human-like demon appeared to finish him, he asked to learn from them. The demons took a great interest in him. A human who would willingly work with them in the pursuit of knowledge. Surprisingly, they accepted his offer.
Forming a pact with them, he would be granted knowledge and demonic power, in exchange for information on how humans lived. How did they interact with each other? How did they make their weapons? The same way they did? These particular set of demons wanted to know, and were willing to offer power. Ysran accepted, and began to slowly return info to the group. He was then told of a place called "Sanctuary". A large congregation of humans? Perfect. He could learn much. He set out, seeking to know what awaits him.
Ysran was granted a small list of spell-like abilities:

 A ball of dark energy capable of delivering quite a bit of force, about enough to go through a door. Against living targets, this can knock people down, and it terms of damage, it would take 2-3 to kill a normal person as the darkness burns like a strong acid. You're basically being hit with a bowling ball made of acid.
 Attracts all manner of fish and sometimes other aquatic creatures to a singular point. The range can vary from a few inches to several feet.
 A zombie-like minion is summoned to do Ysran's bidding. It can follow simple commands such as "Hold this" or "Go there". If told to, the Shambler will follow another person's commands until told otherwise by Ysran. It prioritizes Ysran's commands first. here's a pic.
 A fish (or other aquatic creature) is summoned much like a Shambler. These can be anything from a goldfish, to a Great White Shark. However the general rule is, the bigger the creature, the shorter time it has before it is unsummoned. This can be delayed, but requires great concentration from Ysran.
 Creates a layer of Scale-like armor around the skin. It doesn't turn your skin into scales,it just created a layer of them on top of the skin. Greater Fishscales is stronger, but normal Fishscales can be cast on others.
 Can heal most wounds, poisons, and some diseases. This spell however costs quite a bit of mana, and spell casting time can take a while. 
 Fills an opponent's lungs with water, drowning them. However first, Ysran must mentally overcome his opponent. The spell also takes a moment to cast, and only lasts as long as Ysran concentrates.

Ysran sends forth a black smokescreen, and all that see within are shown monstrous, disgusting versions of their worst fears come to life. This usually makes people run away, or cower in fear.



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Name
Eden Brown
Age
21
Species
Human
Gender
Male
Description
Eden has a long and lean frame and stands at a height of 6'1 when standing up straight, but he has a very heavy tendency to slouch which makes him appear an inch or so shorter. He has dark brown dreadlocks that he wears in two styles, down or in a nice ponytail. He has brown eyes, a pale complexion and is generally considered very average in appearance.

Personality
Eden is a humble soul who enjoys bringing smiles to all. He is very loyal to those he has formed relationships with and will go the extra mile to ensure that they are well cared for. He is fairly educated and is somewhat of a genius when it comes to attempting to decipher what old world artifacts wouldve previously been, as long as it isnt too complicated.
Bio
Eden never really got the chance to know his parents like many other children did. What is known of them and their time in sanctuary is very little. As far as he knows his mother and father were travelers who wandered the world not knowing who to trust or where they could stay for long. Unlike many orphans who lost their parents to demons, Eden's parents abandoned him during early infancy at entrance to Sanctuary. And from there he was raised among the people of Sanctuary as if they were his own family. For a long while, many speculated that Eden's mother and father had been demons in disguise sent pretend to be a couple in need looking for a place to stay for the night, and had left Eden as some sort of trap. However, as Eden grew over time and showed no signs of being a demon this theory soon disappeared.
When Eden came of age to finally put his effort into the community he wanted to return what the residents had done for him. So he decided to take up the work as a teenager to watch over the younger children and teach them, and after a few years when he became an adult, he was selected to be one of the few trainers for the children. Now he lives his days out helping those in need, he is always willing to take on jobs that aren't his own if it means to return a favor.
Secrets
-Wears the only trinket his mother and father left him with, a necklace with a strange crystal on it.
-He enjoys poking around for things related to the past, more specifically anything music related.
-Spends most of his time at night singing alone somewhere where not many can hear him. 
 -The Sanctuary



"Haha! Ha...haha...no, I-I'm human! Just like you!"
Street Food

Name
061001 - Adam Willius
Age
Unknown, seems in late teens/early twenties
Breed
Demon
Gender
Male
Description
In his human form, Adam stands at 5'7" with light brown hair and lovely green eyes. His skin in this form is a nice pale.
In his demon form, Adam stands at 6'3" with white strands of hair and crimson red eyes. His skin in this form is ghostly white.
Personality
While he appears human, Adam is very kind and passionate about protecting others. He appears especially attractive and innocent. While human, Adam is loving and listens very well. He seems like the perfect nice person. He is silly, and everything a shy and innocent person would be.
However, when he is in his demon form he is the opposite. He is cruel, terrible, and terrifying. He'll protect those who he deems worthy of protecting, but he is mostly uncontrollable and chaotic while in this mode. He's unpredictable.
Backstory
The demons were getting smarter. More clever. They wanted a way to create more of themselves that looked human. So they did. They took what was needed to create a demon, and placed it into the body of a human. The result was Adam.
But Adam was a failure. He didn't want to hurt the humans, he wanted to protect them. He felt...emotions. He was lucky he had his demon form, and he fought his demon parents off. Killed them, and then set out on his own. Did he want...closure? A home? A family? Being a human is confusing. After finding a few and (secretly) learning from them, he's gotten the hang of it. Now, he's one his way to The Sanctuary. He just hopes they don't murder him.
Misc
-In human form, he carries two daggers made from his parent's bones
-Adam finds humans interesting, so if he's to be with one romantically he doesn't care their sex

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NAME
born ariel lin, but has been called sparrow her entire life
AGE
somewhere in her late teens, likely eighteen or nineteen
BREED
entirely human
PERSONALITY
-charismatic  -naive
-idealistic  -obsessive
-forgiving  -passionate
BIOGRAPHY
Oddly enough, Sparrow had a fairly normal childhood. Well, as normal of a childhood as she could have while growing up in the apocalypse. Her parents were loving, patient, and kind, and while she was raised within the confines of a small home in the middle of nowhere, she was a happy child. Her grandfather had built the small home where she was raised in the middle of the woods, hoping to make it a safe place for future generations, and so it was, until the attacks started happening. Her grandparents had long since passed, and Sparrow was somewhere around ten when the first attack happened. The demons took her mother and left young Sparrow with her father. The heartbroken two left their home in search of a safe place. A sanctuary.
They joined the residents of Sanctuary and have been with them ever since. Sparrow's father took the job of a guard, and once old enough Sparrow started working in the kitchens.
MISC.
-sparrow is way too trusting and likes to think there is good in everyone


 - Name - Luciel K. Lumiere
Age - Appears early 20s
Breed - Halfbreed (Fiend bloodline)
Luciel stands at 5'10 with thick shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes. Clean and smooth complexion save for freckles. Luciel sports four horns as well as the start of branching antlers, these are kept loosely bound with long strips of cloth which hold an array of symbols and Latin phrases painted in blood. The phrases depict a wide variety of prayers, though the symbols meld together like their own shapeless language which many suspect is demonic script.
Wide pupils constrict vertically into cat-like slits rather than simply narrowing, and reverse in reaction to darkness. Ironically, Luciel is far from a fan of bright light for this reason as it steals color from his vision in return for exceptional sight in low light settings.
Luciel speaks with as little mouth movement, accentuated upper and lower K9 fangs only hinting to the vicious maw behind them. With elastic properties to his facial skin around his double-jointed jaw, the rows of teeth continue another inch back. A bite from Luciel would be equally as horrifying as painful.
Lastly, slender fingers are armored especially around the tips with pale claws. The real oddity is how clean and filed they're kept, leaving them smooth and blunt to the touch...though they have a nasty habit of rapid growth back to razor sharpness if not tended to as religiously as Luciel keeps them.
In a slightly androgynous way, Luciel could be considered beautiful if the eye is willing to look past their monstrous features.
Luciel prefers an attire that resembles cloth, though is silken smooth. Form fitting though humble in its color resembling dried blood with his hues of faded crimson and charcoal black. The shawl worn over the suit holds an addition resembling a collar of burnt silver with a similar fastener linked to a ring around his shoulders.
The suit, itself has no pockets and the lower section integrates built in boots with flat 2-inch boot heels. It's unclear how this attire is put on or taken off, though the silver collar appears to be independent of the ensemble.
 
The quiet type, Luciel keeps to himself as he is wholly aware of what he is mostly out of fear of humans. This could be considered a predisposition, though his understanding nature reflects the notion to instead paint the situation as an unwillingness to unnerve humans with his appearance...and behavior.
Somewhere in the wasteland, Luciel found what some know as 'God', and his faith pulled him back from the sadistically feral blood that burns in his veins. Indefatigable purpose, empathy and a goal to aid the ailing currently staves off the monster that screams to maul humans and devour their flesh at every given second of every day. Because of this, his worship is obscenely odd and involves acts akin to the live sacrifice of animals, prayer/meditation, dancing in the moonlight (rarely naked) and 'sealing' (entering a trance to scribe the script into strips of cloth which adorn his horns and antlers).
Getting past his quirks, Luciel is a fan of company, though is a man of few words or facial emotions but is eager to serve human guests. His sense of humor can be seen as inappropriate or dark at times, but he means well and simply hasn't had much interaction with humans.
However, his greatest flaw is a vow of pacifism which some would see as his most honorable quality; an unconditional refusal to take life. Though he is far more than capable of defending himself and others with his qualities that separate him from humanity, the idea of drawing blood and being lost to bloodlust is a risk he refuses to take.
The events leading up to Luciel's birth are detailed in ways that have no business being recalled in text. A young woman bore the child of a horrific demon, a process that killed her in the process, leaving her older brother in possession of an abomination that spat in the face of God and Man. However, the small monster was still the last shred of family he had left. Whether it was this realization or simply beholding the unholy bridge between mankind and demons, he was driven into what the rest of his tribe described as madness. While he was ordered by the elders to dash the monster upon rocks and be done with the nightmare, he resisted and foolishly fled with everything his arms could carry, his or not.
My father was a good man. He taught me about the world and how we were the children of the earth and were born to live in fear. How to hunt in spite of my protest, how to harvest crops from the unbroken world...how to hide. I was great at hiding. We would play games where I would hide in the forest for days and father couldn't find me! It was in the woods where I truly learned how to play hide-and-seek with the beasts. Many ran from me, but the biggest one!
The biggest one had horns higher than I could reach! It had three eyes and fangs as big as my arms with HUGE claws! It was so cool! It roared so loud it shook the trees and my own shriek barely made the grass quiver, though that was probably the wind. I wanted it to make the sound again, to stay and tell me what else it knew...but it just...left.
It was years later that I realized how they all leave...
My father was my uncle, some madman who abandoned me in the woods time and time again to be eaten by the beasts who instigated my life. I learned this from an old man wandering the wastes when he found me over my uncle's corpse. Knife still in his hand and slashes across his arms and throat. The old man seemed to know him. More surprisingly, he knew me, told me how I was the child of the devil who killed dozens of those he loved. After an old word used to name the monster, the old man named me 'Luciel' before handing me a silver crucifix, saying that it would protect me.
Truly, he did not care what became of me, or even himself from the look in his eyes. He simply lost too much to have a handle on his old life. I followed him for a distance with everything my arms could carry and whatever I could fit in uncle's backpack in spite of his shouts to leave him be or what books he threw at me.
I...just didn't want to be alone. Even if it meant being at a distance and hated.
Weeks in, the man relented and taught me of the books he carried, the hope in the pages and its message for mankind and the mankind within me. He told me the truth of the world, and each syllable made me hate the man who had lied to me, stole me from my home and abandoned me in the woods countless times.
The old man also taught me about forgiveness...and gratitude. Without the evil and sacrifice of one man, I would have been dead before my eyes even opened. Regardless of the decade that followed and my life before, the few weeks I spent with the old man made me feel a part of something, as though I belonged.
Shouting matches with beasts, my first kill to protect the man...I understood prayer and it saved me from what I had almost become. I never wanted to be lost to the madness that left me in fits of manic hysteria like some rabid animal. I learned that believing in something had more power than what the true 'nothing' could actually provide. So after my trials and seeing the man disappear into the waterfall of sanctuary from afar, the old questions stung for only the moment it took for me to swallow and steal my resolve and begin building a shelter.
Do I believe in God?
No.
Humans are their own gods. Monsters only have demons.
And I made my choice of which one I wanted to be.
The Fiend blood that runs through Luciel gave him an innate skill in dark magic, though through conviction and faith, the darkness was bent across its own spectrum of physical manipulation, giving birth to light magic. This light magic has few but powerful spells focused on mending and protecting.
While Luciel wields these 'miracles', he is well aware of their origins. Demons bent the material plane to exact fear and devastation upon mankind in ways he seeks to undo through the base spell's understanding.
Luciel's most powerful and frequently casted spell. The translation roughly comes out as 'Loom'.
The intent is to stitch organic matter back together by binding wounds with seemingly golden threads and imbuing flesh with radiant energy which forces the body to quickly heal wounds at speeds that can be visibly observed. Though the whole casting may take anywhere from a few seconds to a minute depending on the severity of the wound, this spell has the capability to mend bone and knit muscle together to the extent of potentially reattaching severed limbs.
- This spell will not restore blood loss.
- Only good for one wound at a time and requires both hands and concentration.
- Can be used to mitigate damage from poison by forcing the victim's body to heal through the poison's effect until it is worked out of the body, naturally. This process can take a long time and is anything but pleasant.
- Therapy from the spell can ease back pain and arthritis brought about by aging, but cannot cure cancer or other diseases that have reemerged and now limit the human life span.
A more diverse form of 'Repth' that is less focused, though the general nature grants surprising benefits. Translated as 'Inspire'.
The expelled energy finds its way into nearby targets in a burst to swiftly boost metabolism with the buffer of magic, granting a significant hike to stamina, endurance and strength. While a side effect enhances the body's natural healing process, this is hardly enough to matter in the heat of combat.
- Good for moral as it temporarily sates fatigue.
- Requires both hands to channel and for targets to remain within 30ft for full effect.
- Doesn't so much bolster strength as it does allow fighters to put everything into every swing with little recovery.
A self-defense spell which vaguely translates to 'Burden'.
While will and spirit can carry a heart as far as legs wish, the spell is the closest to the darkness that Luciel dares to venture. The spell causes natural acids to build up in muscles at an alarming rate by hindering muscle's metabolism rates. The effect quickly tires victims and subjects them to cramps from continued strenuous activity such as running or fighting. The spell cannot be made fatal, and its result heavily depends on the actions of the afflicted.
- Can be cast with one hand, allowing two targets at once.
- Accumulation of amino acids in muscles cause targets to tire 5-10 times as fast. This does not target the heart or lungs but simply persists through concentration until canceled or the target collapses from their muscles simply failing to hold them up any longer.
- Luciel takes no pleasure in the use of the spell, and it is used mainly in self defense to dissuade pursuers or attackers.
- Highly ineffective against ranged attackers who simply need to pull and release a bowstring.
- Highly effective against attackers who need to get close with heavy armor and weapons.
- Spell cannot be focused with both hands to increase the effect. The spell magically limits a bodily function, not reverse it.
- Cancelling the spell in any way restores targets to the strength they had if normal exertion was factored in...though cramps can still hurt.
- Hearty targets can resist the effect for longer.
- Will probably just piss off greater demons.
Misc
- Usually ignored by some demons such as Fiends which he has a...strange...understanding with, even though they're regarded as one of the more vicious and merciless of beasts.
-Unarmed save for a blunt dagger he uses to harvest wild produce as well as an 'ancient' silver crucifix passed down in his family...and tough antlers, horns, an array of sharp teeth and claws (assuming he lets them grow).
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AGE
37
BREED
Human
PERSONALITY
-dark  -manipulative
-idealistic  -obsessive
-righteous  -relentless
BIOGRAPHY
He grew up on the northern monastery of the Golden Claws. It is a post apocalyptic human settlement which guards the human occupied lands of the south from northern demonic invasions. For years, since the demons stopped their invasion, there was quiet. All they had to take care of was the occasional demon which tried to pass the border or attempted to pass as a civilian. So you can't really blame them for being unprepared and overwhelmed when a sudden demon attack obliterated the whole monastery. Everyone was killed. Young and old, master and student, no one was spared from the slaughter. They could easily defend against battalions of demon foot soldiers but the thing that attacked them, that monstrosity was never seen before and the fact that it sprung up from the ground, like it was buried there for centuries and had just awoken didn't make the defending any easier.
Numenor was the only one to survive. Now his mission is to travel south, informing any and every settlement along the way of what is to come. They have to know, they have to prepare for the hell fire that is to come...
MISC.