Nyehnyeh,time for RPCs.
First up!
Lithe !:
Age: 18 (Waaaaay older than that. She just died when she was 18.)
Race: Succubus Demon
Weapon: Claws,and a long,two pronged staff.
Bio:
When she was 18,Lithe(Assumed name since she can't remember) was a shrine maiden for her family's temple in the middle of feudal Japan. One day when the rest of her family was at some sort of meeting,Lithe stayed home to watch over the shrine.
At the time,a Temple robber was hitting many places closest to Lithe's,and her shrine was next. The robber would first kill anyone in the temple,and then steal all types of holy artifacts and trinkets. He came to Lithe's shrine later on in the night,when she was just relaxing,and killed her right on the doorstep of the shrine,sending out a message.
Lithe's spirit and soul lived on,yearning to tell her family goodbye. She found out a while later that the robber killed the rest of her family when they got back from their meeting.
Lithe was so enraged,she sold her soul to the underworld to gain power for revenge. Said power was granted to her,but at a price. She spent 5 years in the deepest fires of Hell,waiting to roam the mortal world once again to seek revenue.
As soon as she was free of hell,she wrought her vengeance on the man and his family,slaughtering them all. Her hunger was satisfied.
At the cost of her doings,she was damned to walk the mortal world forever,never having the gift of death.
Personality:
Lithe's a bit apathetic about the constant fact that she has to live,and tends to shy away from making any relationships with people,due to the fact that they'll die,and she'll forever stay in the living world.
Although she hates living,she wants others to live,so she's as nice to people she meets as possible. She can't bear to see people getting hurt or wounded,or even dying.
Lithe is childish,and tends to crack jokes once in a while about her appearance.
Shashu!
Weapons:Claws and Poison/Dark powers.
Personality:Shy and quiet,but resistant when needed. Cares for everyone except for humans,who will need a bit of warming up to.Will fight for anyone and anything she cares for,or things that can't defend themselves.
Bio:Shashu grew up as a western dragon pup in the mountainous regions of Russia when she was very young. Due to numerous wars,and the slaying of most of her kind, there was a mass exodus from the mountains,each dragon finding their own roost somewhere far away. Shashu's family headed to the highlands of Ireland,where she dwells today. During this journey,many of her kin died off from extreme fatigue or just plain emotion.( Didn't want to run anymore. >//<; ) Shashu and only a few of her older brothers were left. As she grew,she was raised by them,taking on the arts of fighting. When they came of age,they left her,seeking their own new roosts and families,leaving her to her lonesome.
As she grew up more,she had few travellers come to meet her. She was unintroduced to the human kind,and was intrigued by them. She began to delve into the art of transformation, trying to dig deep into the campfire stories of the Elder Wyrms long ago. Having only half completed what she set out to achieve,she could only take on a slight morph of a human figure,leaving her disformed and still heavily feared by many. Growing older still, she would sneak into Irish villages to learn more of the humans,only to be shunned moreso. Now,she still wishes to 'become' human, but watches from afar with a certain disdain,not taking pride in being a dragoness.
Weapons:Claws and Poison/Dark powers.
Personality:Shy and quiet,but resistant when needed. Cares for everyone except for humans,who will need a bit of warming up to.Will fight for anyone and anything she cares for,or things that can't defend themselves.
Bio:Shashu grew up as a western dragon pup in the mountainous regions of Russia when she was very young. Due to numerous wars,and the slaying of most of her kind, there was a mass exodus from the mountains,each dragon finding their own roost somewhere far away. Shashu's family headed to the highlands of Ireland,where she dwells today. During this journey,many of her kin died off from extreme fatigue or just plain emotion.( Didn't want to run anymore. >//<; ) Shashu and only a few of her older brothers were left. As she grew,she was raised by them,taking on the arts of fighting. When they came of age,they left her,seeking their own new roosts and families,leaving her to her lonesome.
As she grew up more,she had few travellers come to meet her. She was unintroduced to the human kind,and was intrigued by them. She began to delve into the art of transformation, trying to dig deep into the campfire stories of the Elder Wyrms long ago. Having only half completed what she set out to achieve,she could only take on a slight morph of a human figure,leaving her disformed and still heavily feared by many. Growing older still, she would sneak into Irish villages to learn more of the humans,only to be shunned moreso. Now,she still wishes to 'become' human, but watches from afar with a certain disdain,not taking pride in being a dragoness.
