I've got the bios. Here they are. Recar told y'all to save them. Guess you didn't listen. =P
Because I'm busy and lazy, I'm not bothering to recode all of it. So live without the bold for now...
Eukara, if you're reading this, can you post your chapter ASAP? And Shade, yours as well after Eukara posts. Did you end up having the corrected version or not? If I don't get a noticable response soon, I'll be PMing you guys.
I'm gone for the weekend and I've enrolled into a multimedia course that'll take up my time for the next two weeks. More outline once I find some inspiration and once the current chapters are reposted. I'll manage this to the best of my ability. Just cooperate and repost the current chapters, people. Really sorry if I sound annoyed. RL is being hectic.
Role: Bounty Hunter 1
Name: Salania Zawerdor
Allegiance: Mythical Beasts
Appearance: Pretty tall for a female, around 5'7. Long, thick golden blond hair and wide blue eyes that sometimes look purple. Lean and fit, physically attractive.
Fighting Skills: Salania does not possess any magical abilities whatsoever, but she is known as one of the deadliest bounty hunters around. Her prefered weapons are a pair of handguns and she is ambidextrous, capable of using both hands to shoot at the same time. She is capable of using all types of weapons and is competent at hand-to-hand combat as well, so she makes up in what she lack in magical abilities with greater skill and reflexes.
Personality: Salania is extremely stoic, calculating and professional when it comes to her career, feeling no remorse of the ones she kill. However, despite her bloody line of work, she is not a cruel person otherwise. Outside of jobs, she is playful, romantic, clever, and optimistic.
Past: Salania is the daughter of a father who is an assassin and a mother who is a merchant. Her mother left her father after he refused to give up his profession, taking the young Salania with her. However, Salania witnessed the terrible deeds done by merchants like her mother such as back-stabbing and manipulation so she ran away to find her father. He trained her into who she is today, telling her to believe the only way of survival being killing others and that justice could only be enforced through violence and vengeance.
Name: Montgomery Luna
Race: Human / Werewolf
Allegiance: To the pack!
Appearance: A tall hispanic male in a black business suit, he has long black hair tied in a ponytail and sports a black tophat. When in wolf form he has black, scraggly fur.His eyes are yellow.
Fighting Skills: He bears twin VampBane guns in a very masterful way and is fierce in wolf form, using sharp claws to disembowel the foe.
Personality : Monty is always deadly serious, except when with good friends. Don't mess him around, as he always wants the facts of the case, and will do anything to get them. He is often flamboyant, but in a scary sort of way.
History: He grew up in a small town in Vandar, that was home to several wars between vampires and werewolves. He was bitten by a wolf at the age of 15, and became a loyal member of the pack. His brother, Mortimer, became a high vampire. Monty does not know this yet.
Appearance: Long black hair with a dark brown streak on the back. Dark skin. Light brown eyes. About 6 feet tall. Thin, but not really thin. Very fast. And pointy ears. :D
Fighting Skills: Prefers the sword; however, he would do better with a sword in each hand. Uses speed to his advantage.
Personality: A joker. He almost never takes anything seriously unless he is fighting. Although he has a rather care-free personality, he almost never breaks any rules. Strangely enough, he also tries to enforce them.
Past: He was born into a poor family in the streets. His parents were killed by one of his hometown's many enemies when he was still young. He learned to live on the streets alone and discovered his gift of speed by outrunning some hoodlums who were riding motorcycles. For some time, he took up bounty hunting and killed his hometown's enemies to get money. After he killed the leader of a band of motorcyclist thieves, there was a massive war in which thieves(of all races) fought against his hometown(which was rather small) and its relatively weak police force. The town was burned to the ground and Trent was taken prisoner. He escaped by taking two swords from one of his hometown's many warehouses(that wasn't destroyed in the war) and killing his enemies(which just happened to be the rest of the thieves). Now a messenger for Elves in hiding around the world, he uses his speed and fighting skills to get his job done.
Role: Angel 1
Name: Zayna Rach (goes by "Zia")
Age: 2300(?) I dunno how long an angel's lifespan is in this story. If it's what I used in one of my stories, 1000 is about 9 years.
Allegiance: MBs(?) Either that, or she's allied with no one. Really...
Appearance: She's 5'9", and though for a human that would be tall, Zayna is actually slightly on the short side for angels. Her waist-long golden-brown hair shines in the Sun. Her bright, blue eyes show the depth of her compassion for the life around her. She has snowy white wings, a total span of nearly seventeen feet. She's not skinny, but few would hesitate to call her slender.
Fighting Skills: Unlike the cliche angels that fight with a bow-and-arrow, Zayna enjoys using a staff, an 6-foot long oak pole, ornately decorated with silver cherubs and golden halos. The staff is imbued with what some would call "holy powers" which make it virtually indestructible. Zayna obviously hopes not to find out what can break the staff, if anything. It's not that she's a weak person, by any means. But her speed only barely rivals that of an elf, unlike other angels more known for their quickness. Zayna is extremely flexible, making attacks miss left and right, and that combines with her fairly adept skills with her staff to create a formidable opponent. If she has any, that is.
Personality: Zayna likes not making enemies. In fact, she could become friends with anyone. She probably would, too. But don't try to hurt her friends. Zayna doesn't take kindly to that, and she'd meet you on a battlefield without hesitation to get vengeance. And don't talk bad about her hair. She takes the utmost pride in her long, flowing hair.
Past: In the past, Zayna's been known to... well, make friends. She hasn't had an eventful history, though she did once have a boyfriend. If you could call him a boyfriend. When he left her to reunite with his old ex-girlfriend, Zayna found herself depending on her other relationships for support. But since then she seems to have recovered, though some of her friends wonder what happened to the other two angels, who disappeared suddenly nearly a week after Zayna was dumped. Did she kill the boy and his new, former ex-girlfriend? She had seemed to get much better after they vanished...
Role: Vampire Lord
Name: Drathix, Count Drathix von Roch, at your service. (Pronouce Roch like Rosh)
Age: Nearing three thousand years
Allegiance: With his land and with his kind.
Appearance: Tall, with creamy white skin and a smooth, striking face. His eyes are a hypnotic blue, and his ebony hair gives him a slightly wild look. His eyebrows are thick and bold, and his features are like chiseled stone.
Fighting Skills: In hand-to-hand combat, he is nearly unbeatable. Very swift and light on his feet, he can hide in the shadows and wait to strangle his prey. Against a blade he would probably die, especially if the blade is mixed with silver.
Personality: His favorite pastime is strangling young maidens with his bare hands and watching the light fade from thier eyes... then feasting upon thier rich blood. He is a quiet sort unless roused by a chase or battle, in which case he is a cool, calculating opponent who will strike you down unless you act fast. He has a wild side which can be awakened by the smell of blood.
Past: You would end up bored to death if he decided to tell you all the details of his three thousand year life. His wife is better to talk to about these types of things- she knows how short attention spans humans can have.
Role: Vampire Lady
Name: Siana del Karie (Karie is pronounced Care-ee and yes she is of Spanish ancestry)
Age: Only about two thousand years, much younger then her husband.
Allegiance: To her husband and her people.
Appearance: The Countess is as tall as her husband, with a delicate, careful appearance that makes her appear like a piece of china that's about to break. Her hair is a reddish brown and her skin a darker shade of white then the Count's. Her lips are full and red, and her green eyes threaten to absorb the souls of all who look within them. Her smile is as piercing as the dawn, and can make any mortal fall madly in love.
Fighting Skills: She prefers not to fight, but rather to seduce all who come with intent to harm. She has been amazingly successful in the past, managing to bring down several would-be assassins. If worst comes to worst, she carries a knife with her at all times. The knife has a wavy pattern on the blade, and if you look the rubies on the hilt are actually plain glass orbs filled with the blood of her victims.
Personality: She can be very enchanting if she wishes, and delights in carefully slicing up the still-living bodies of those who try to kill her or her husband but have fallen to her beauty. The screams of the dying are music to her ears.
Past: I'll let her say this part.
"My past? I was born to loving Spanish parents, pity they died when I was eight. Tragic accident involving the roof and a pair of knives..." She gives you a wicked smile that sends shivers down your spine. "Anyways, I was bitten at 25- human years- and met the Count a couple hundred years later. It took him all the way through the fall of Rome to convince me to marry him. I finally said yes when I was nearing one thousand and- just a minute." Your hostess pauses in her speech to slit the throat of a man on the floor. The man is wearing the garb of a trained assassin, and there is an expression of bewildered apathy on his face. He tries to speak but the only sound that comes out of a gurgle and a spurt of blood. "Where was I? Oh yes. Well, after our marriage we...took control of this little piece of land and we've lived here ever since. Satisfied, Jerenda?"
Age: 5,000 human years, early 20s in Dragon years
Appearance: Dark green hide, not scaled. Wings are polished silver and look like the wings of an eagle, full and strong. Eyes are silver also, though when angry will swirl from silver to black. Strongly built - can't lead the dragons as a weakling, you fight for where you are.
Fighting Skills: Razor sharp talons grace her feet and her tail is a formidable weapon. Several razor sharp spines protrude from the end of her tail, her bite is most definitely worse than her bark and could snap the neck of most dragons with its strength while her teeth could rip into flesh easily. She prefers to fight with her talons and tail, more dignified.
Personality: Dorniath knows she is intelligent and powerful. She is wary of "friends" since most individuals have an agenda when they approach her. Dorniath has no qualms with talking to lesser creatures provided they are intelligent enough for conversation. She finds humans entertaining with their incessant need to own and conquer everything in their paths during the duration of their tiny little lives. She prefers to talk to elves, but even they can be a nuisance after too long. She was the youngest, male or female, to earn a position of power within the dragonkin at age 3,000 and conducts herself as one who is in full knowledge of that fact.
Past: Born to parents who were highly thought of in the dragonkin community, she grew up knowing that dragons with power can change the world. She saw it with her own eyes as she watched her own father turn the tide of human development. Her mother was the soul responsible fro uniting the centaurian races under one banner, ending millenia of fueding. When her time came to grasp a throne of power, Dorniath fought hard and killed the main rival, a great male, proving that it wasn't age or gender, but determination and will that won out in the end.
Role: Main Elf
Name: Vanadium Galilei
Age: 275 (This is assuming Elves live to 1000-ish)
Allegiance: To himself, to anyone intelligent or affluent enough to amuse him.
Appearance: Blond hair, bright green eyes, purple cape and top hat. Very flamboyant. Uses a cane for looks and a weapon. Black tux with a red carnation always present on the lapel.
Fighting Skills: Elegant and proficient fencer, fast on his feet. He uses the sword hidden in his cane (what? Cliche? Where?) to surprise enemies. He is a proficient illusionist, and although these magics cannot be used offensively, he can confuse his enemies sufficiently.
Personality: As said above, flamboyant. He is arrogant and selfish, and has few real friends: most appear to like him for his money and social power. He is a Duke, albeit a minor one. Loves toying with people--if he finds someone to be of inferior intellect, he will exploit them to tears (usually literally.) Needless to say, Vanadium is extremely unlikeable. He knows this, and doesn't care: in fact, he enjoys it.
Past: Raised in an extremely well-off Elven family of nobles, Vanadium received a large inheritance after the death of his father. It is widely speculated that Vanadium, in fact, killed him, and the elf has not denied this. After being shunned by his family (they all subsequently died, leaving him more massive amounts of coin) he left his homeland of Nis'rael and traveled about the country, becoming a confidence man and illusionist. He still travels widely, but has settled down (at least as much as he ever has settled down) in Insert setting of story here and struck up a friendship with Dorniath the dragon.
Role: Angel 2
Name: Gabriel Mana
Appearance: Large armour which covers his entire body. It is golden coloured. This includes: gauntlets, shin guards, leg guards (can't remember the proper name for either of them), Body guard and helm. Most of his features are concealed in this armour, however long white hair flows out from the helm. Also, a beautifully carved face is behind the helm.
Fighting Skills: One of the greatest that ever lived (when he was alive) he fought for virtue and other things like this. When he ascended to heaven, he was submitted into the angel's which protected the world when they could. He ascended the ranks and is the greatest angel of all.
Personality: Seeing the harsh terrors of the world, he has stopped being a generally happy person and has sunk into his shell. He doesn't open up to anyone though he hates injustice. He fights with passion, not anger, and this is what gives him strength over hateful enemies.
Past: Read fighting skills.
Role: Bounty Hunter 2
Name: Aaron Knight
Appearance: 5’11, clean cut black hair, lean but powerful muscles, and hazel eyes. His usually dresses in blacks and grays and walks with a cane, because he is blind.
Fighting Skills: Aaron is a blind sniper. As such, he has some abilities that others would consider unnatural. The man sees everything in a black haze with blue outlines, a product of his psychic awareness. He has the ability to mentally guide his bullets and make them extremely effective. In close combat, he wields a single, silver handgun with a laser sight, plus his hands and his feet. From time to time, he can garner the concentration to stop bullets.
Personality: Aaron is a quiet man, generally keeping to himself since others consider him to be handicapped. He rarely speaks, but will wordlessly offer his assistance wherever there is need. When in combat, he clams up completely and speaks to no one, often chewing on a wooden toothpick to help him concentrate.
Past: Aaron never speaks of his past.