Cursive Eve [All RP Bios for CE go here.]

[TakodaVega]

Name: Scin

Age: Unknown - Appears in her 20s

Race: Unknown - Appears to be human - A Sentinel

Eye color: Blue, with a ring of silver around the Pupil

Hair color: Brown

Markings: An iridescent butterfly that seems to be ingrained into her skin, however when touched it feels like skin.


Appearance: Full Sentinel form

Fade affect

Background: Will write later when I get home >.<

Personality: Will write later >.<

[Dies Irae]

Name:
Aries

Gender:
Female

Age:
19

Race:
Human

Magicka:
Fire Elemental

Markings:
Flaming Phoenix mark on her right inner thigh, Almost hot to the touch.

Personality:
Aries is fueled by her love for fighting, often being confused with someone who would be a minimal threat she has a high temper when anyone talks to her like she is powerless or weak, often breaking into a rage when someone tells her things like she shouldn't be fighting with the big boys, or she should be working in a kitchen or being a wife. Showing her weaknesses only to those closest to her she often feels lonely with little interaction between people because of her reputation, she wouldn't admit she feels the need for companionship to anyone but she often feels tears come when she is on her own. Loyalty is a trait people have come to know her for, for a price, she is often hired to be a body guard or contract killer because of her fighting prowess, though in some cases her loyalty to the highest bidder has come to bite her with being betrayed or having a debt she owed a long time ago ask to be paid before she would get her payment. Extremely Defiant even when she is under orders in a battle situation with many people or under orders from someone she doing a job for she often defies the order and does it her own way for her enjoyment, even if the backlash of the defiance is severe.

Backstory:
Born into a family of Flame users, Aries was marked from birth, the phoenix on her right thigh then was faded and unnoticeable until she began to grow and learn to channel the Magicka within her, her parents potent Flame Magestaught her from a young age about the fire they used, often people in her family attributed her personality to the fire magicka in her, once she was of age her family let her choose a weapon she would train with to keep her protected, opting for the rarely used scythe, something she began to learn to use with deadly force. While she trained in the physical weapon arts with her Father her Mother was teaching her how to channel the Magicka within her into an outward force, conjuring fire was her first task, after years of practicing she became a skilled weilder of the flame and the scythe, her eventual specialty became channeling her flame into her scythe amplifing her attacks but she wasn't without her ability to conjure the fire to perform more helpful tasks or a ranged attack if she needed it.

It wasn't long until the Talosden had found her family, though her father had made sure to hide her away, she hid from them underneath the floor, luckily for her the Talosden had not found her then, but once she had left she was unsure of what she should do, she was coming to her eighteenth birthday soon, but with what little she had on her back when she was forced to leave, the home was charred the last effort of her parents before they we're taken to be put to death, She went on her own then, taking her scythe with her, hiding the mark on her thigh from sight she became to work as a bounty hunter to get by, no one had know of her bloodline then, it was her secret thugh she had hatred towards the group responsible for taking her life away, she was the only Flame weilder she knew of, coming to believe she was all that existed in her type of magicka she lived a life of solitude, rarely did she make friends and if they got that close she would have to pull away, she was in to much danger to be having people close to her, unless they to were marked by Magicka like she was.

[jinkagai]

Name: Varza

Age:21

Race: Human

Markings: Scars all over his body due to physical training.

Appearance: He stands about 6'0" but never really shows his real height, after all, the only way to catch someone possessed of Magika is with deception. His body is slender, and when he is not in his full armor, or service dress he looks like a poor beggar, but many say his body is stronger than steel. His eyes are grey, as they reflect the monotony and sadness of his life. His hair is short, black and usually very natty, unless he is forced to go to a ceremony, only then is he allowed to bathe.

Background: He was picked as a young boy by the Talosden for his above average physical attributes. Through the years training has been tough on him, his body broken more times than he can remember. They steeled his body, however, were unsuccessful at brainwashing him. Every time he has gone on a hunt he further questions just what his purpose in life is. After all, there must be more than senseless killing for him. He continually haunted by the faces of innocent children he was forced to put to the spear, or sword, or torch, or whatever other weapon was made available to him by the Talosden.

Personality: His heart very much beats louder and louder after every mission. He is a very caring person, if he can ever be torn from his shell. He also has a secret soft spot for children.

[Schafflyne]

Name: Ayxect Varvinius
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Preference: Women
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 147 lbs.
Marking: A simple, pale blue cross. The vertical line starts at his hairline, just above his left eye, and comes down to his cheekbone. The horizontal line starts at his left temple and stops at the center of his forehead. Both lines are thick and rectangular. His left eye is a pale, crystalline blue.

Appearance: Ayxect has short, shaggy brown hair, and sickly, pale skin. His frame is seemingly unhealthily thin. Ayxect often covers his Magicka marking with what seems to be a large cloth eyepatch, despite being able to see out of his marked eye. His other eye, however, is a brilliant hazel.

Biography: Coming from a family of strangely marked casters, Ayxect seemed to be cursed. He couldn't perform exceptional feats of strength, or speed without becoming immediately fatigued. Despite this, it seemed his power made up for his short-comings.

Ayxect could move objects with his mind, as well as draw and channel passive magical energy. While this was a powerful manner of magic, it made his body particularly frail when it was in use. One of his sparring partners had almost killed him during early training when a lucky blow was landed on Ayxect while his power was in use.

Since Ayxect's power made him frail, he was deemed unfit for combat by his parents and superiors, and was smuggled out of one of the many cities attacked by the Talosden.

His family now scattered and defeated, Ayxect now wanders the lands masquerading as a sickly beggar. Secretly, he believes it is his personal mission to kill anyone associating themselves with the Talosden. Mercilessly, Ayxect will trap, backstab or push down a large flight of stairs anyone who calls themselves a Talosden.

[Shu]

Name: Charon Taika (No last name)

Age: Early 20's

Race: Human

Eye color: Light brown

Hair color: Light brown

Markings: A pair of dragon flies on her left shoulder.

Appearance: Charon is five foot, three inches tall, with shoulder length light brown hair and light brown eyes. She has a slender build that can be either an advantage or a disadvantage at times, but she makes due.

Background: She was named Charon after the ferry man to Hades due to the fact that her mother died at birth and Taika, meaning magic due to her mark. Her father, in despair, left her in the woods to die. He was not a magic user and neither was her mother supposedly. His opinion on it was that her mother must have cheated on him and did not want a reminder of it everyday, nor did he want a child who was marked. She was found by a band of travelers and taken in. They showed her what they could as they raised her and cared for her as if she was one of their own. She still to this day does not know how the travelers found out that her mother died at birth but she isn't entirely sure if she really wants to know.

Personality: Charon has a rather care free spirit and is for the most part, loving and gentle. She cares more for others than herself and that has hurt her deeply in the past. Though if she is crossed, or someone she cares about is crossed, she does not forget easily and the darker side of her begins to show.

[Uriel Seraphim]

Name: Gabriel Seraphim

Species: Archangel

Gender: Female

Age: Ancient

Preference: Anything non-human (she tends to eat them).

Height: 5’6”

Weight: 110pounds

Enlightened/Ascended Form: http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs25/f/2008/033/4/8/Heaven__s_Fury_by_salamandros.jpg

Human-esk Form: http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/109/d/e/devil_killing_angel_by_genzoman-d3ed8gi.jpg

Marking: Gabriel’s lightly tanned skin is covered in white swirls that glow in the face of darkness.

History: My history would take far too long to recount human, do not make me waste your precious years retelling your own races failures through my eyes.

[Staria]

Name: Enyalie 'Enya' Autmel

Age: 19

Race: Half Elf, Half Human

Eye color: Pale, almost silver blue

Hair color: Strawberry Golden(dark) Blond.

Markings: A pair of stylized wings on her left shoulder. Also an old,  long, jagged scar down her right forearm, as if something attacked her and she held up her arm to defend herself. There is also a scar across her throat that looks like it was cut.

Appearance: She has short, chin length hair with long, wavy bangs that bounce around her face and often obscure her pale blind eyes. She is tall, just under six feet. She would have ample feminine curves but her slender frame shows signs of a brief but recent starvation that fed off her curves so she is merely average. Everything about her has that feel, like it should be elegant and beautiful but the dirt and her cloths stop it.

She dresses in loose, masculine clothing and this along with her short hair often give people the mistaken impression she's a rather dumpy man. The illusion is further helped by the fact that her voice is slightly gruffer from the past wound of her throat so it has a very neutral elvish sound. The only time they find they are incorrect is if they touch her clothing hard enough to feel her feminine curves or get a good look at her face which is rare. Her face tends to either be covered by her clothing, her hair, or even simple dirt.
*(note about the picture, coudln't get the hair color quite right, it was either too orange, or too red... I suck at strawberry blonde pixalling)

Background: Born a blind daughter to a cheating wife she would be raised by the woman's husband, her mother having long left him to be with her elven lover. He tried to love Enya, keeping her in a cellar to protect her from the Talosden and making her  a secret. He read to her every night but looking at her he could only see the pointed ears and be reminded of the love he'd lost. He could not stop himself from hating her and her elven heritage.

So she grew, longing for the outside world her magic showed her through the wind it controlled. She could see and hear such things through it that her physical body was locked away from, she couldn't help herself. She broke free, running away and accidentally causing her father's death when she pushed him away. She ran from his empty house right into the arms her father had tried to protect her from. A hunter nearly caught her, her magic and her rats managing to narrowly save her. She would kill the hunter but walk away with a wounded arm and a slashed throat. She now stalks the forest, hiding from the world she believes desires to cage her. Her friends only the animals she talks to and the characters from the stories her father read.

Personality: She's a little mischievous but quiet, often only laughing to herself and speaking to her pet rats. She seems to mistrust anything not her little rodents and can be unpredictable in her movements. She'll go from staring at you owlishly, invisible in a shadow to running away.

Song: Clowns