Alignment: Neutral Evil (I'd say we use the normal alignments, such as this one.)

Name and codename: Felicia Faraday, also known as Ferris.

Power/ area of study: Extreme healing factor. Handy with pistols, heavy armory, everything that has bullets. And experienced with a pair of swords.

Age: Appears 19, could be older.

Race: "Kitsune. As if you can't see that!"

Personality: Ferris, as the name implies, is a joyful personality. Her job is not that playful, though. As mercenary, you've gotta be serious. Not that she can't kick ass though. In general, she can be described as playful, easily distracted and very sensual. She likes women. Rawr.
She values honesty a lot.

Appearence: A normal human, as it seems. Except from some... Fox-like parts. Dressed in a long coat, simple shirt, some shorts, and a pair of combat boots. Armed with two katana's, two rapid revolvers and a shotgun, prepare for a battle. She can, however, just go in fur. (see note @ Other things.)


Other notes: Uhm, she can control if she wears clothes or she's going with fur only. That's not really a power, I think...

theme: KLIK!

I'm both interested and a bit bored, so here's a sheet.

Alignment: True Neutral

Name and Codename: Oalei Ragorma, the Phoenix.

Power/area of study: Total control over the element of fire. Handy with blades and heavy armor, and is currently studying blacksmithing.

Age: True age unknown. Appears 19-ish.

Race: Ifrit. Usually depicted as a large winged creature of fire, either male or female. However, sizes and appearances vary widely. They (or at least the version I'm using) are usually humanoid in appearance, with large wings on their back. Anything other than that is fair game. They're known for their affinity with fire, and their usually incredibly strength. While their wings do allow flight, it does begin to tire them out after some time; Think of a half-hour casual flight as taking a jog for the same amount of time.

Personality: Calm and collected half the time. Speaks little, but is polite if a bit snarky when he does. Other traits currently unknown. He is best described as a comically serious blood-knight.

Appearance (Text): Oalei is an incredibly tall individual, roughly 9 feet tall, and that is no exaggeration. Apparent gigantism aside, he maintains a somewhat slim build with more than a fair amount of visible muscle. Great feathered wings colored red are visible on his back, more than capable of enabling flight. His short hair is red, and his eyes are a bright yellow. He is rarely seen without armor or blade.



Other: Oalei has a tendency of making swords, and only swords, so heavy and unwieldy that only someone of his size and strength could wield them properly without tiring out in minutes. Either he is really bad at making a proper blade, or the absurd weight is deliberate. Either way, you don't want to be hit by them; they still cut really well.
Considers katanas obsolete and overrated to the extreme. Well... Overrated, at least.

Theme: Click!

Name: Sayuri (No last name known.)

Alignment: Chaotic neutral

Power: Silver tongue. Anything she says becomes accepted as truth for anyone listening, no matter how absurd it is. For example, she could say the sky is green, and everyone who heard would see the sky as green. This ability does not extend to causing people pain or doing things blatantly against their character, such as enslaving them.

Age: She appears to be around 18

Race: "Silly~ I'm a kitsune~ Seven tails, going on eight~"

Personality: Incredibly bubbly and open, always happy, even in the darkest of times. She is a being of pleasure, however, taking to doing whatever she desires.

Appearance: She stands at barely five feet tall, with seven long, fluffy, snow white tails, capped with pink. She has this same coloration on her ears, as well. Her build is thin, and light. Most people could lift her up with one hand.

Other: She seems to have some catlike tendencies, such as a fixation on yarn, milk, or spots of light. She is also very easily distracted by small things like birds or butterflies.

OOC: Without friction, those wheels are useless. Need friction to start motion. Also, coincidental meeting.

OOC: I'd think join together, but for different reasons.

OOC: My character is Neutral. Meaning that she is a villain. And I think they should operate separately from each other, because evil minds don't think alike...

Sooooo, who's starting this? Dororo?

It was a calm, quiet walk for Oalei. Now, I know what you're thinking, calm and quiet is not what you'd describe a thunderstorm, and you'd be completely right. However, someone like him generally didn't mind such things; Hell, the rain didn't even have much effect on him, whatever drops made contact with him evaporated within seconds. Perhaps the sizzling sound may have made him seem suspicious, if the wearing of armor and sheathed bastard sword didn't already make him such, and the fact he was a giant to most people... A winged giant. Thankfully, hardly anyone was willing to go outside in this weather.

Only one problem, though; He could hardly see anything. There was no starlight nor moonlight for him to see by, so he was forced to rely on other means. That would be the reason for the bright fireball in his left hand. Even with that, he had no real clue as to where he was going. His home was most definitely not within walking distance, and taking to the air in this weather would hinder more than it would help.

Sighing deeply, Oalei finally admitted it. 'I am lost... I do not have a single clue where I am right now. Perhaps a stroll in this darkness was not the best idea...' He only now noticed a fairly bright light in the distance, probably the only building around with any power at the moment. Shrugging, he began making his way towards his new destination, hoping to have a place to stay, or at least a map.

"AAAARGH, I HATE RAIN!" Ferris muttered. Dressed in a long coat, she was walking in the showering rain. "This'll probably get my gunpowder wet or something... Why would anyone want me to deliver a goddamn package to a godforsaken lab? I'll ask for a bit more than my usual fee this time..." She kept on walking to the light in the distance. "Ah, my destination. I hope the company is better in there than here."

After a small walk, she stood before the door. *Knock knock*. "Delivery!... i feel like a mailwoman..." Ferris said the door. She sat down on the ground and wrings out her tails. "Urk, that's going to take ages to get the smell out." She concluded.

"Brr... Thanks." She shook her hair around a bit, and threw her wet coat at the man in the doorway. "Nice lab. Is this yours?" Then, she turned around. "Oh, by the way. Ferris." she said, as she puts out a hand.

Upon reaching the door of... wherever this building was; Oalei didn't know and didn't much care. Anyway, upon reaching the door, he happened upon a peculiar sight. One of the fox-folk delivering a package. She didn't seem to hear his approach, being too busy wringing out her tail and overall complaining.

He said nothing, right up until the door opened. It appeared the boy living here failed to notice him as well, a fact which was starting to annoy. Either these two failed a spot/listen check badly, or they were deliberately ignoring him. He slipped inside after the kitsune while the door was open. He hoped this nobody notices the big winged guy thing wouldn't be a running gag, this was beginning to be downright eerie.

"I would prefer a map, if you don't mind; That is all I need or want." He finally said as the boy headed off back, apparently to make sandwiches(?). He could already see the wide-eyed stares now... "...I've been here the whole time." He said preemptively.

"Oh, hello there. And, uh, who may you be?" Ferris stuttered. She obviously seemed to be impressed by the size of this man, and she is was looking adored at the big yellow wings. "You're a quiet one, I like that... I'm just here to do my job, doing whatever people want me to do..." Ferris said. She picked up a sandwich and she began to smile from the amazing taste. "Oh boy, these are some sweeeeet sandwiches. Props to the cook." Then, she pointed at the chair beside her. "Come on big boy, sit down. It's nasty weather, no need to get out that fast. Besides that..." *gniffle * "...I might smell a bit wet, but I ain't bad company. Maybe we could travel together?" She smiled.
"Oh,, and I'm Ferris. "