Scylothia's Cast: The Lineup

[Scylothia]

~PRIMARY CHARACTER~

Name: Scylothia n'Akara
Pronounced: SCY-lo-THEE-uh nk-ARA

Sex: Female
Hair Style/Color: She changes her style on a whim, but usually prefers it tied back into a ponytail. Her hair is tuscan red (a sort of reddish brown) and she keeps it at a moderate length that, when down, the ends brush across the bottoms of her shoulder blades.
Eye Color: Emerald green. When I post the information that goes under the 'Foxen Phase' entry below, these will be modified to include the difference.
A note on the picture: I know the hair and eye descriptions don't sync up with the picture, but it's hard to find an exact match.
Height/Weight: 5'9", average weight
Identifying Marks: A double trinity tattoo, in blue, on her righthand shoulder. This design features two Celtic trinities sharing one arm.
Appearance: see picture
Age: Does a lady ever divulge her real age? She does, however, appear to be in her mid-twenties.
Race: Demon, or as preferred to say, spirit.
Type: Shapeshifter, single element weilder
Variety: mixed breed, half wolf, half fox (sorry, I don't have a picture of her animal form)

Some important details: Scylothia, Scy to her friends, is a user of ice. This power works as follows:

• Water:
  Among the most versatile of elements, water is, as suggested, one’s ability to control most fluids. The water-wielder draws from the environment around them. This is likely one of the deadliest elements, capable of countering even the finest Earth techniques as used by reynards. Everything that bears moisture, be it lung or stem or cell, is a weapon for the water user.
  Ice:
  Despite popular speculation that sees ice as a separate element, it is, one and the same, the same element as water. However, it is notable enough to receive its own entry. Ice wielding is a more advanced form of water wielding. The sources of moisture that serves the water user are frozen by this advanced stage of the element. With much practice and discipline, ice users can manipulate their element into tangible weapons, such as spears, swords, and arrows. Water can also be frozen in ways that can change a field of battle. It is an extremely versatile and dangerous talent.

~~~Source: a Reference Text I've been writing

A point that should be made is that her freezing abilities drain her energy quickly. As such, she keeps her biggest ice-based attacks as last resort measures.

Weapons: Aside from her ice abilities, which she uses as sparingly as possible, she prefers hand-to hand combat, a combined form of martial arts and 'street-fighting'. Her favorite physical weapons are her claws. A point to be made on these is that normally her claws appear simply as elongated nails. But she can transform them into longer, more deadly canine claws, as are seen when she changes into her animal form.
She also favors the use of a double-ended retractable sphere, that looks to almost be Egyptian in make. One end is long and tapered, designed for stabbing, and the other has a broad, flat blade for slicing.

Origins: Scy is a half-breed fox spirit. Her story, summarized, is one of star-crossed lovers. Her mother, a wolf maiden promised to a wolven youth, was the daughter of an injured old alpha male who decided to throw in the towel and live among humans, as, of all things, a farmer.
One evening, while this plain wolf maiden was out fetching water, she found at the well a breathtaking reynard, a male fox. He was washing off his hands from a kill he'd made earlier that afternoon.
This devonarre fox was a thief lord, and of course just passing through. His name is that which he shares with his daughter, Scylothire n'Akara.
Long and the short of it, Scy's mother and Scylothire found a forbidden love with each other, resulting in an unexpected pregnancy.
When Scy's mother discovered this fact, she went to find her fox, and her fiancee, the wolven youth, followed her. Of course an untested youth was no match against an experienced thief and soldier, and the lad's blood stained the ground before nightfall.

Ultimately, Scy's wolf grandfather went out to search for his daughter, found stumbled onto the scene, and before Scylothire and his expectant love could get too far away, the grizzled old wolf had rallied the entire human villiage and given chase.

Scylothire was slain, brutally beaten and then hung by his 'father in law' and the villiage, and Scy's mother was forced to watch the whole thing, and keep her secret to herself.

One winter's night, a month or two afterward, Scy's mother found that she could no longer keep the secret, and fled, resulting in the raising of her daughter, all she had left of her truest love, being raised on the run.
These two were close, but in her rebellous adolescent years, Scy came to irrationally blame her mother for her father's absence and abandoned her, something she regrets to this day, and has become so out of touch with her mother that she doesn't even know if she's alive anymore.
Scy's been a bit of a rogue ever since.

That is, until she met up with a pack of wolf spirits, and through a tragic set of events, wound up commiting a cold murder to win the heart of its young alpha Tarrance, and becoming his mate--only to become overrun with regret and flee afterwords in the early morning, making him the only male she's slept with.

What she's doing now: Scy's gotten by as a hired killer from time to time, but her real specialty is tracking, what with her mixed blood. With the nose of a wolf and the ears and slyness of a fox, the side of her she's chosen to be, she's likely one of the most dangerous trackers alive today, able to, in the right conditions, single out a six day trail and follow it through most any sort of weather.

Odd Quirks: She tends to be foxy and witty, and a little moody at times. She holds her own in an argument, and is genrally impish in a sly way. Scy despises chocolate, being a canine. She also has an odd fear of heights, being that she loves to climb but only on stable footing. She enjoys swimming, and hunting sharks in bays with not but a dagger and her own cunning. This is her riskiest behavior. She also enjoys lounging and being lazy at times. She makes a loyal friend, and a loyal enemy. Make of that as you wish. Other personality traits will be revealed during her stay here.

The Foxen Phase: a delicious detail I plan to reveal later. But I will say it involves her father's dormant blood and her DNA as a shapeshifter. >=3

[Scylothia]

Name: Christopher Kade
Pronounced: (self explanatory)

Sex: male
Hair Style/Color: Beautiful jet black. He keeps it long, waistlength, and usually tied back, with the occasional masculine braid woven into his temples
Eye Color: red violet
Height/Weight: 6'4", average weight
Identifying Marks: still wears his army dogtags from the war. Also has two gunshot scars on his chest, one above his heart and the other between his ribs
Appearance: lithe and muscular, and tends to dress all covered up. He figures it's better to leave some things to the imagination.
Age: born in the 1920's, was drafted into the military to fight in WWII
Race: vampire
Type: n/a
Variety: n/a
Some important details: (none as of yet)
Weapons: prefers hand-to hand combat, from his military training. Spent some time as a sniper in the war.

Origins: Born to Frank and Meredeth Kade in the 1920's, Christopher Kade lived a normal life for a young boy in the 'Roaring Twenties'. His family, of course, was affected by the Great Depression, and spent most of it homeless.
Later, during the height of Hitler's reign of terror, Chris was drafted into the army to be sent to the fronts of Nazi Europe. After several battles, Chris was reassigned to a secret intelligence operation in Romania, where his superiors seemed to beleive Nazi forces were working in congnito. The last report sent from his field commander spoke of strange sounds in the underbrush at night, and that they suspected it was enemy soldiers.

And that was the last anyone ever heard from them.

Reported missing in action six months after, apologies and letters of condolances were sent to thier families, and the Kades attended the military 'burial' of thier son and his comrades.

But what the army and the victims' families did not know nor could anticipate was that the movements in the underbrush were that of a small vampire coven. All but Christopher fell victim to thier appetites. Christopher was spared for one reason alone--he looked death in the eye and did not flinch.
The leader of the coven, a female, offered the lad a chance at immortality, and he took it just to keep himself alive.

For a while, Chris wanted to simply go home to his family, but the vampiress whom had changed him wanted nothing of the sort. This eventually led to a parting of ways a few years later. But when Christopher came home at last, and saw that his family had moved on, he didn't approach. It wouldn't have been fair, in his mind, to make them grieve for thier son all over again.

What he's doing now: Since then, Christopher has taken up a nomadic life, following wherever the wind led, working here and there wherever night shifts were avaialble, and furthering his own education one night class at a time. Lately, he has found a nice position in a host club.

He attended his parents' funerals in disguise, and frequently visits thier graves.

Odd Quirks: Christopher is a laid back sort, travelling on a whim, once in a while enjoying a lady's company, due to his work in the host club.
He is terrified of deep water, and, of course, sunlight. He enjoys listening to other people talk, and serves as an excellent confidante.

[Scylothia]

Name: Kai DarkRose
Human Nickname: Braden Sheridan
Pronounced: (hopefully, self-explanatory)

Sex: Male
Hair Style/Color: Long, flowing silver
Human Form Hair: Shoulder length red
Eye Color: molten gold
Height/Weight: 5’ 11”, healthy weight, about 180 lbs or so
Identifying Marks: in his spirit form, silvery fox ears and tail. In both humanoid forms, the Wiccan triple goddess symbol tattooed on his shoulder (haven’t decided which one) For those unfamiliar with this symbol, I’ve included it below.

Appearance: As stated above, Kai bears three forms. One is the form of a human, so he may blend in with the humans around him. Another is that of a silver and red fox hybrid—this is his true form. The third is his spirit form, which as described above has animal-like qualities in his fox-like ears and tail.
Age: Appears about twenty-five or twenty-seven. He is actually twenty-six, but as he has reached physical maturity his body has now severely slowed its aging process, and will keep him frozen in the appearance of his mid twenties for a few hundred years.
Race: FaeFox (more information is found in the important facts section)
Type: Spirit-born, meaning he is second generation or later FaeFox. (Again more info is below)
Variety: Silver, with red fox mixed in
Some important details:
As a male FaeFox, Kai has the ability to manipulate the element of earth, meaning plants. This is an element exclusive to the male of the species.
THE FaeFox:
The basic definition comes in the form of two varieties. The first is the Original-Born, normal foxes that learn the magic available to them through their Wiccan faith. These foxes eventually become learned enough in these earth-based magics that they gain the ability to shape shift, into what is known as the “Spirit Form”, a humanoid with the ears, tail, fangs and claws of a fox (the claws are elongated and sharpened fingernails. Not actual claws). From this point, their DNA reworks itself over time, giving them extended longevity—thousands’ of years worth. At this point, they are classified as Fae (Fairy) folk. This change in their DNA allows them to produce other fox spirits, FaeFoxes, when they mate. From here on the more common Spirit-Born variety is in effect, a gen2 and so on FaeFox who was never a normal fox but always a spirit. This species has thrived for tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of years.
Male FaeFoxes, since they are the sexual opposite to the Earth Goddess from whom the species draws its power, have the exclusive ability to control earth-based elements, specifically plants. They use what is around them, but older, more mature FaeFox reynards have been known to produce seeds with their own energy and then manipulate them into weapons, healing herbs, or anything else that is needed. They can also use these seeds to grow less practical things, such as hair ties and whatnot. The most common transformations are from seeds into weapons. FaeFox vixens have a wider variety of elements they can inherit, but aren’t as powerful as reynards—though many are quite competent against male opponents. But because the species has such a primal and elegant social structure, full out in-species conflicts are rare. Mostly one sees sparring, or territorial skirmishes among males, governed usually by the laws of first blood. More details will be added as more research is completed. (aka, more details later)
Weapons: Among his other plant-based techniques and weapons, Kai uses black roses. He transforms a single rose into a thorned whip. These roses are, obviously, black, with blue-green stems more blue than green. Other weapons come and go as the situation calls, but they include daggers, swords, shurikans (a bladed boomerang, for lack of a better description), and throwing stars.

Origins: Kai was born 27 years ago to a silver FaeFox father and a silver and red hybrid FaeFox mother. Childhood friends with Nadezhda, the tigress and jackal hybrid who is hunted to prevent her procreation, he has grown up as a ruffian and thief. In fact, some refer to him and his growing reputation as the Prince of Thieves. Lately, he’s somehow managed to pilfer the legendary Bow of Artemis—and the goddess wants it back. After she set out a very bloody hit on him, he has been even more recluse, hiding more and more often behind his human moniker, and becoming extremely hard to find—unless he wants you to.
Because of this recent shadiness and his lifetime of elusive evasion, little is known about him. As more information is revealed, it will be added to the archives.
What he’s doing now: Hiding beneath Artemis’s radar until he figures out a way to return the bow to its place—after stealing it just to make a point. But unknown to him, things are about to take an intriguing turn in his life.
Pets: None that are really pets. But he does communicate with other animals to gather intel. His favorite is a clever owl named Erdrey.

Odd Quirks: He usually spends one or two nights a week in the beds of various women. He’s never been known for his ability to settle down. But he is a suave and extremely seductive lover who can give it rough or gentle or somewhere in between. He treats his lovers well—and definitely has left a trail of broken hearts in his wake.

[Scylothia]

Name: Ekida, Archangel of the Ninth Echelon
Pronounced: ee-KEE-duh

Sex: female
Hair Style/Color: (does not match pic) Reddish burgundy color, usually tied back.
Eye Color: reddish brown
Height/Weight: about 5’ 9”, approx. 362-427 lbs w/ wing weight, 23’ wingspan
Identifying Marks: red/gold tint to wings, with dark red/brown markings (see pic)
Appearance: athletic, and strong, but intellectual. A female Archangel from Echelon Nine of Twelve, she is a soldier and a leader
Age:…honestly? Appears to be lower to mid thirties
Race: Angel
Type: Ambyrwyng
Variety: Red eagle owl, bred
Class: Archangel/Soldier
Some important details: Shape shifts into a giant red eagle owl. Has a younger sister, Avani, who is a healer
Weapons: wide variety, but prefers melee weapons. These are generated from her energy reserves, not from material objects. So she is always armed.

Origins: Ekida’s origins are similar to most of the more common angelic groups. Born of two biological parents, she is of the red eagle owl tribe of angel. She began her life the way most all angels do, starting first with the basic education received by human students, then combat, tactic, leadership, and magical training to the first degree. In her adolescence she began to receive magical training to the second and third degrees, continuing combat, and field tactics training. Also she was subjected to amorpheal training, which for angels means the ability to phase in and out of material form to become an ethereal spirit. She also learned the first levels of Uzik, the language of all things—the angels’ language of no words, only sound and melody. Post adolescence she began to learn in the ways of magic, to the fourth and fifth degrees. Her education continues now as an archangel, studying magic to the fifth, sixth, and seventh degrees.
This accounts to two or three thousand years of education (humans are lucky).
On the personal front, Ekida’s love life has been on and off with casual courtship.
In terms of leadership, Ekida has expressed an excelling ability to retain, categorize, and keep information. This potential turned her to the eyes of the Twelve Echelons of archangels. He performances in some supernatural disputes garnered her admittance and promotion through the twelfth, eleventh, and tenth echelons. Her ascension into the ninth was brought about by outstanding character, and cool-headedness and efficiency in correcting a massive problem bridging the gap between two galaxies, as dimensions of existence.

What she's doing now: At this time in her impressive career, Ekida is less concerned with the betterment of her own status and is more engaged in the well being of her younger, now grown sister, who was born near the time of her ascension into the ninth echelon. She also is taking a break from furthering her career to look for a suitor for Avani, and maybe herself as well. She loves her sister with everything she has, and is protective. Sometimes she worries if she comes off as overprotective, now with their parents returning to the Angel’s Cradle nebula, this time as legendary Seraphim, to guardian, raise and educate young angels who evolve forth from the matter, before they may join the bred angels.

Odd Quirks: Ekida’s passion for flying is only rivaled by her passion for her sister. She often spends every spare moment she can gliding and soaring through the mountains, freefalling from incredible heights, improving her adaptabilities to the unexpected air currants, and simply enjoying the world for all of its beauty. She also enjoys eating caramel with cheese.

[Scylothia]

Name: Cale Aveitius Xynon
Pronounced: last name: ZY-nawn

Sex: male

Hair Style/Color: long, upper shoulder-length black hair, somewhere between coppery black and raven‘s wing. Usually wears it tied back to keep it from getting in his way while he works.

Eye Color: used to be blue, but due to a fire they turned a beautiful storm-like blue-grey

Height/Weight: 6’4”, average weight, though a bit on the heavier side from muscle.

Identifying Marks: a natural, stark, bluish-white streak in his bangs (inherit in all blood members of his family), and a tattoo on his naval, designed as a wolf’s paw print with a pentacle inside, with two crescent moons joining it back to back, and two barb wire knots, one centered above the paw print, just below his belly button, and one centered just below, before the hairline begins.
Appearance: depends on what you catch him doing. But always, rugged and extremely handsome. Muscular build, calloused hands, and tanned

Age: 26
Race: human, part elf
Type: werewolf
Variety: the slightly larger than normal elven breed

Some important details: Cale is a cowboy in modern-day Montana, with a major supernatural secret. He owns Cedar Crescent, a large and somewhat legendary livestock supply ranch outside of (fictitious) Beartooth in the southwestern part of the state, up against the Rockies. But more importantly, he is a werewolf. He is the alpha of a pack of werewolves, one of three that prowl the city, like supernatural policeman.

Weapons: A superb shot, also excels with an ancestral broadsword he owns.

Origins: Almost ten years ago now, in a quaint suburban house outside of Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, a dark series of events took place that ended the tyrannical reign of one man over his wife and two sons. Cale’s father, a brutish human man, Greg Henderson, had come home drunk, again.
Cale’s mother Claire Henderson, was washing dishes in the kitchen, her only surviving son on the sofa in the living room, doing his algebra homework. It was 9:33 pm.
At 9:34 pm, a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk, and left a roaring drunkard there. Claire and Cale waited with bated breath, as the door slammed and shook the photos of Levi, the haunting memory of Cale’s elder brother rattling within them.
Greg had wanted his supper piping hot and ready for him, at 9:36 pm. Dinner had been three hours earlier. He bellowed at the woman he was supposed to love and protect, demanding of her why it wasn’t. A bold remark on his tardiness was emitted from her.
Cale had been on edge as it was, but when the insinuating roar came from Gregory James Henderson, and the drunken fiend made to charge at Claire, brandishing a kitchen knife, Cale could stand by no longer.

A massive black wolf sailed with a roar of its own across the room at the drunkard, sinking his teeth into the beefy shoulder of his father. Blood was shed, a knife blade flashed, ribs cracked, flesh was ripped, punches were thrown. Both combatants sustained heavy injury, and the beautiful tan carpet in the living room was soaked with such red as to squeeze out when one stepped upon it.
Greg was dropped upon the corner of the demolished coffee table, and the hellishly snarling black wolf was tossed into the stone fireplace, where up above the photos of Levi, killed at the age of six by his father’s furious fists, rattled once more, and, above it, an even older memory, one from thousands of years ago, rattled behind the flagstone plate that hid it.
The wolf changed form then, into Cale, the handsome teenage boy with two broken ribs, a massive slice down his back from the knife, bruises and a bloody lip. As his father writhed on the destroyed coffee table, Cale reached up, ripped the flagstone plate away, and from the long cubby within produced his birthright, the three-and-a-half foot elven broadsword that was an heirloom of his ancient royal house.

Gregory James Henderson charged, and Cale Gregory Henderson retaliated.

At 10:17 pm, lights flashing outside the quaint home were all the community knew of the incident. Uniformed officers were surveying the area, and the body, where a body that still stunk of alcohol lay in the bloody living room. Meanwhile, trotting softly away down the street, was a large black… dog. It looked once at the place that he had once called shelter, but never home, then flicked his tail and slipped away into the night. It was never seen in Pennsylvania again.

What he’s doing now: Cale Aveitius Xynon is a man of two lives. On the one hand, in the public eye he is a modern day cowboy running the land in Montana, owner of several prize stallions and valuable mares. He runs a large livestock supply ranch called Cedar Crescent, known for its prime beef and its event-winning equines.
Cale himself is a champion roper and bronco buster, and wears the belt buckles to prove it. He is interested in maintaining the wild land of his ranch, keeping it wild for future generations.
But, away from public eyes, he leads a whole separate life, as the alpha of a pack of thirteen werewolves that are ghost hunters and, in a way, supernatural police.
He seized control of the pack from Kyle Artemis Acryous, a white pelted werewolf who is simply human in origin, and who now is in prison under a small list of felony convictions.

Odd Quirks: Cale is fluent in both the written and spoken forms of Avetitian elvish, and has his ancestral broadsword, Yaj-Niianne, mounted in his bedroom amidst the artifacts of both his cowboy profession and his gothic heritage. He learned swordplay under his abusive father’s nose from a vampire coven loyal to his mother’s and his royal line, and rides as his current mount of choice Mayhem, a spirited stallion who is the son of one of Cedar Crescent’s most legendary studs.
He enjoys Irish cuisine and dance, as well as gothic music and tribal songs. He is deeply respectful of the native Americans, who have a history with his elven past, and goes out riding several days at a trime sometimes on the trails, to get in touch with the lost part of his country, the untamed beauty of a land once called…. Aveitia.
The elven word for wild beauty.

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