Children..., Members of the horde.

[Children]

Pulling his googles up out of his line of sight he rubs his brow looking at his notes. This was the hardest experiment he's tried yet! But if he does it right it should make his test subject invisable. Watching the caged rat curiously now, his odd eyes narrowed as he waits for it to drink the potion so he can see what happens. Last one blew up.....

You see before you a child of undoubtable determination and quick wits. He claims himself to be the child of Ruthia and Imreis proudly, his mannerisum and actions so much like his father's that it leaves little doubt to his words. Enjoying learning the arts of the sciences and reading, this boy seems easily contented. Learning how to control his blade with his fathers help, he shows the promise of becoming an equal to the man he adores so much.


Name: Seran Dascht
Personality: Thoughtful and quiet yet curious about all things. He has a will to learn and learn, and it shows when you talk to him.
Race: Outsider, Plane hopper. (Looks Half-Elven)
Class: Trainee!
Title: He has one? Wow, no one told him.....
Sex: *holds pants out and looks down them before proudly proclaiming...* Male!
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 8
Height: 4'6"
Weight: 75lbs
Hair: Stark white that shows signs of being curly when it's not braided and hang down to mid back, held in place by what appears to be a simple leather tie.
Eyes: icey blue with an odd hidden purple hue undercast, though if one looks closely they can see his eyes have no pupils or whites. Those eyes hold much intelligence for a child, like the eye of a tempest.
Skin Tone: Biege, showing he spends a decent amount of time in the sun.
Notable traits: When speaking one can see a small set of fang like teeth which may account for his accent.

Current Normal Clothing:
He wears a simple black cotton shirt with loose fitting sleeves and a deep blue tunic over it. Black dyed hide pants tailored to his small waist drape a bit over the leather moccasins that clad his feet.

Equipment:
Sporting a short sword in a sheath hanging from his belt, it bares the marks of being well cared for. Also one will note his left ear has a small hoop earring in the top of it, made of silver. Also around his neck is a thin chin which dips down to vanish below his neckline.

History:
This was found in a book left in the ruins of a burned down building.
He looks around the quiet garden, his young eyes of the purest of blue looking up at the tall man in front of him. The mans eyes...to most those purple eyes were cold and uncaring...to the little two year old looking up at him they repersented a chance..hope....a future. Someone who could understand him...someone who could love him for him. He reaches his small hand to the man, and says with a clearity unheard of for a two year old "Will you be my daddy? Please, take me with you?"

[Children]

Name: Arith Dascht
Personality: Slightly aggressive and a bit off the wall, well ok that's only when her meds aren't working.....
Race: Outsider, Plane hopper. (Looks Half-Elven)
Class: Trainee!
Title: She has one? Well she is daddy's little angel...
Sex: Female!
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Age: 8
Height: 4'2"
Weight: 55lbs
Hair: Golden blond that hangs roughly mid back, loose and wild looking.
Eyes: greenish/golden cat slitted eyes.
Skin Tone: Tanned, showing she spends a lot of time in the sun.
Notable traits: When speaking one can see a small set of fang like teeth which may account for her accent.

Current Normal Clothing:
She is normally seen in a simple white cotton shirt with loose fitting sleeves and a light gold tinted tunic over it. Light blue dyed cotton shorts tailored to her small waist expose her leather moccasins that clad her feet.

Equipment:
Her small belt seems to be able to hold as many as six daggers at one time, though given how young she is she is only allowed to carry one at this point.

History:
(forthcoming)

[Children]

Tucking her tail to the left she whips around a tree, hot in pursuit of a young buck. To her left a flash of black is seen with the occasional poke of red. As the deer makes a turn toward the black she times her jump just right, snarling as her sharp teeth hamstring the buck. At the same time the black wolf that ran with her jumped on the bucks mack and sunk his teeth into it's neck, snapping the bones like brittal paper. Standing back now she watches him, Phereal, her mate. This buck would give their cubs a good meal this evening.


Name: Rammy
Personality: Oddly calm and collected, much like the wolf form she enjoys taking now at days.
Race: Appears Human though has the feeling of something..larger..hidden in that form at times.
Class: Sorcerer
Title: Silver Wolfsbane
Sex: Female
Alignment: Nuetral
Age: Believed to be 27 or so...
Height: 5'5"
Weight: possibly 125 pds soaking wet.
Hair: Mercury in color and shoulder length with a slight curl.
Eyes: Same color as her hair.
Skin Tone: well tanned, showing exposure to a lot of sun.
Notable traits: On the back of her neck is a tattoo of a dragon, silverish red in color with it's body arched as it streches

Normal Clothing:
She wears a low cut wool top of a dark blue that compliments her hair and skin tone. Well worn dark leather pants seem to hug her form as if sown onto her body. On her feet she wears a pair of stready yet simple slip on shoes of a dark color.

Equipment:
She appears to carry no weapons.

History:
Rammy- Nightmare Silver/ Ramoth Orn
Through the years many changes have happened to this young silver dragon. Starting life as Ramoth Silver, she was married to Zayle (owned By Zayle) and had three beautiful children. This happiness was short lived though because at the tender age of five all three children where killed, as well as Zayle who attemped to save them. She slipped into a deep depression, remaining in hiding for many many years. She reamerged, calling herself meerly Ramoth now and leaving home for the plane known as Oreth. As Ramoth she meets an elf name Keon Firestrings (owned By Keon) , marries him, and together they have a half dragon son named Ryan. Life once again interfers on Ramoth's happiness, this time in the form of her own death. Keon dies as well, leaving Ryan in the care of his mothers twin brother Malendor. Ramoth is forcefully reincarnated, returning now in a bitter mood with a new name of Orn Nightmare. Orn's life, short as it is, proves to be a quick and tragic one. She falls in love with a dragon named Scion (owned By Richie), has a whirl wind affair with him which results in her being pregnant again. But this time stress and fighting leads her to breaking down and lossing the child. She is pulled to relative safety of the Shadow Realm, away from the fighting between her adopted father and her mate, by Phereal (owned By Fox). While there Orn dies, but in desperation part of her soul clings and bonds to Phereal. Seperated now, she becomes Rammy. As Rammy she finally comes to relize her life has come full circle and she finds that true love has been under her nose this whole time....in the form of a shy lycanthrope known as Phereal......

[Children]

"No....no...lemme go...lemme go" He tosses and turns in his sleep, groaning as he fights off his dreams. A slender hand touches his shoulder, soft lips kiss his forehead, as a gentle voice mummers "Len...Len. It's ok....shh...it's a nightmare love.....shh" Malendor groans, opening his eyes and panting. Brishy smiles down at him. "there there love. It was just a dream. You alright Len?" Malendor sighs and cuddles into Brishy, mummering "Yeah..I am now."

Name: Malendor
Personality: Rough and tumble he's a strong arm in the family. Building structures seems to be what he enjoys the most. That and helping his mate Brishy/Brishen run their orphanage.
Race: He appears half elvish...but the aura of something larger, deadlier, hangs over him.
Class: Warrior
Title: Husband and he claims it proudly.
Sex: Why yes and I don't care if your male or female..oh you mean me? Oh, male.
Alignment: Neutral
Age: appears to be around 27
Height: 5'10"
Weight: possibly 150 pds
Hair: honey strawberry colour hair that neatly drapes his ears
Eyes: eyes the color rose’s
Skin Tone: His skin a gentle pinkish tan creates depth into his muscles to those who look long enough.
Notable traits: When his hair moves it can be noted that on the back of his neck is a tattoo of a small redish/silverish dragon, it's body arched up as it streches out.

Normal Clothing:
The attire he wears is simple in design; a dark maroon vest worn over a black short sleeved top. Small polished toggles keep the vest closed. Dark tan slacks of hide cover his legs and fold over his black leather boots.

Equipment:
A thick belt around his slim waist holds a few pouches to his hip along with a short sword of common make. Lastly, on his right hand on the pinky finger he wears an antiqued silver ring of a dragon wrapping his finger, a dark blood ruby set in its jaws.

History:
(working on it)

[Children]

"This is the only way to survive. The only way for, US, to be." He stares at the child who stands before him, a child who shivers in cold and fear. "B..but..but I d..don't wanna" He laughs roughly and touches his shoulder "Oh you will boy, you will."

Name: Aussir Darastrix
Personality: Stoic, cold, calculating.
Race: Half Elven/Shade?
Class: Believed to be a shadow walker
Title: Altered half
Sex: Believed to be male.
Alignment: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Unknown
Hair: Dirty white hair cut short and spiked up
Eyes: cold yet unique solid coloured (no white or pupils) eyes of an oceanus blue with a hazing cast of violet over them that watch the world with a cold and calculated approach.
Skin Tone: Pale, almost ghostly.
Notable traits: When he speaks a small set of sharper then normal cainine teeth are seen. With his hair pulled back like this you can clearly see his half elven ears as they sweep upward along his head. Dexterous and compact of build, Aussir's body clearly shows training and discipline.


Normal Clothing:
For his common garb Aussir wears a black leather shirt that hugs his body tightly. It is sleeveless with laces up the back to keep the top on tightly. Faintly notable are odd outlines hidden in the leather. Durable yet soft cloth pants made cotton flow to his feet in a deep azure color that are tucked into his plain leather traveler’s boots.

Equipment:
As an over-armouring he wears a leather coat that falls a little shy of his ankles, providing a level of protection. Lastly, a plain Elven short sword hangs from his left side its mate held in the right boot by a series of simple straps.


History: Much about this odd being is unknown. And a lot more is made up in the history books. But all do agree that seeing him, only means trouble is coming.