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Name:Tempest
Alias: None
Age: 27 years
Gender: Female
Persona: Once quiet, but thoughtful, Tempest had gained the ttle of Na'hani's best friend, and Clow's lover. After he dissapearance and abduction by El Thorn, he personality's taken on a change. Now, loud and sometimes irritating, she ha a sadistic n ature, and most of the time won't hesitate to get rid of anything in her way. Tempest enjoys bugging Dimitri, and cannot understand why he dosen't lighten up. She is still distrustfull of the motives behind her 'pack'.

::Appearance::

Species/Breed: Canadae
Weight: 135 lbs
Height: 5' 9"
Build: Thin
Eye Colour: Yellow
Base Coat: All black
Markings: Scar above left temple
Clothing: Black shorts, with a black and red vest covered in pockets.
Accessory: A locket symbolizing her friendship with Na'hani and a silver fang necklace.
Weapons: Anything she can find. Trained in the arts of a stealthy super solider, she as a vast aray of weapons, incuding senbon, kunai, sai's and the occasionlly teacup.


Personality/History - Shy sometimes,but speaks her mind most of the time. Born to a lone wolf, her mother was killed by poachers, and she now seeks sancutary in this pack. She seems have have a strong attraction to Clow, and a bond with Na'hani.

Ariake now followers her around, but she doesn't really mind.

Name: Artemis Katai (Not used in the Roleplay, this is her real name. Only Na'hani, Phoebas, Saijin, Forsworn, and possibly Yasha know this. It isn't included in her army file.)
Alias: Shadowess, Shade, or "Defier of Destiny"
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Persona: She's particualrly suttle, you don't ever really notice her unless she talks to you or you know her. But most don't just walk up to her. In a way... there's something dark-natured about her, even though she isn't evil in any way. She always has either a glare or no expression on her face.

Name: Saijin
Alias: "Life & Death"
Age: 15
Gender: female
Persona: She's generally a good person, except that she thinks things out a little too much at times; you could say her brain has overidden her heart. She rather soft as well, she knows her powers can hurt people, and she's afraid she'll do just that, even though she knows she'll have to one day, because of the upcoming wat and all. Her softness is likely why she took in the stray kitten she found in the city, unable to turn away its big golden eyes. She named it Imelza after a character in a book she read. An old human novel, titled The Alchemist's Cat

She is close with her mom, who's there to support her even though she's constantly busy with one thing or another. Saijin understands this well, and doesn't want to disturb Na'hani. I guess you could say she has trouble speaking up for herself.

She's making amends with Quetico, her dad. She didn't trust him at first because he betrayed the pack when she was a cub, and because he tried and failed many a time to kill Na'hani. But when he finally became sane again, she cold feel that he had changed, that he was ready to be a father, and was the first to forgive him for his past wrongs.

::Appearance::

Species/Breed: Canadae
Weight: 138 pounds
Height: 5'8''
Build: average. She's slightly thin, but very attractrive.
Eye Colour: Amber, much like Na'hani's
Base Coat: Tawny to a cream baige, again, much like her mother's. In her childhood it was jet black, like Quetcio's, but changed later on to match Na'hani's for unknown reasons.
Markings: A dark brown close to black. In a bird-like style that goes from her forehead to her tail.
Clothing: She wears a black tank top covered by a sheer silver blouse, which has dragon embroideries on it. Her pants are dark blue with the same dragon pattern, the legs flare up at the ends.
Accessory: She wears a Phoenix pendant
Weapons: She doesn't have any weapons on her, but she'll use her power of telekinesis to defend herself if nesessary.

Weaknesses - Just like her mother, she possesses the curse of the Indonesian Black Phoenix, or, Rampage. She is cursed at night to never gain the rest that her body clamors for. Though the effects of the curse are yet to reach out to her with open arms, she shall one day discover the truth of his mother, and only then, will the curse place her mighty grip around her throat.


Personality/History - As a pup, she was more or less rebellious, but she has matured nicely, despite the emotional trauma of her father's betrayel of the pack. While she was accepted the Quetico has returned, she still doesn't trust him, and doesn't even think of him as her father anymore. She has taken a certain liking to Phoebas, who has unnoficially adopted her. She also has a soft spot for Mikoto, seeimg a bit of her in him.

She grew up with Na'hani's pack, unaware of the existance of her other siblings, Connan, Cloud, and Ukuma. She hated the fact that her remaining brother and sister developed their powers long before she did, and has only just recently come across them. Her innocense was utterly destroyed when she found out that her father, Quetico had turned to a spy for Raid, and it didn't help when she saw Silt shoot him, or when Na'hani hammered him with Silt's gun. She no longer looks to Quetico as her father, as stated above, and is yet to talke to him again after the event, and Phoebas has adopted her.

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Name: Otaki (Deceased)
Alias: Sometimes called 'Taki or even Kiki
Age: seven
Gender: female
Persona: A typical little girl, to put it in siple terms. She contrasts her brother greatly. She is sweet and innocent, often favored by Phoebas, which was his only wrong as a father; playing favorites. She feels a bit estranged from her older brother, but loves him none-the-less. She often looks up to him; he is her strong big brother, and idolized figure, even though he ignores her. She is oblivious to Misfortune, or the demon's potential sway over her.

::Appearance::

Species/Breed: Canadae
Weight: 70 lbs
Height: four feet exactly
Build: She has a thin, feminine build
Eye Colour: light blue, much like her mother's, though lacking the coldness of the fact that Shadowess was neglected as a child and forced to fend for herself.
Base Coat: She again shares a trait of her mother's; the sleek black fur.
Markings: She bears Misfortune's mark upon her breast, though it is deliberatly covered by her clothing; her mother doesn't want anyone to see it.
Clothing: She usually wears a simple sky-blue dress.
Accessory: She has a doll her father bought for her. she never goes anywhere without it.
Weapons: No weapons; her mother would't let her have one anyway.

Peronality/History - Not much of a history, but she is sweet as can be. She never strays far from her parents, still under the illusion that she's forver safe with them. She is quite obediant to them, although not really realizing it. She loves her brother Mikoto, almost always following him.

She recently died in the bombing of Conagra. 

Name: Apollo jr. Clematia
Alias: (Again we see how hard it is to nickname my characters. xD)
Age: 14
Gender: male
Persona: He holds an air of intelligence about him, despite being a Canine. He's very self-confident, and very knowledgeable, even if he can't write. Although this can lead to cockiness... and he has a tendency to be a little sarcastic. A skillfully sarcastic teenager!

Its rare that he ever really likes someone... but he looks up to Kyou, and to be quite frank, he's a little jealous of Kyou's new relationship with Saijin, who the kid has eyed more than once in the past. He's a bit of a pervert... but he usually keeps his comments to himself. If only to avoid getting swatted with something.

He tries to mind his mother Elli. But he's a kid with something to prove. He wants to prove that he's not inferior to Canadae, and that he can make it as far as any of them, despite the disadvantage in his hips that he inherited from his deceased father, Apollo. He is yet unaware of how his father died.

::Appearance::

Species/Breed: Canine
Weight: Aprox. 90 lbs
Height: 3 1/2 feet at the shoulder
Build: He's a little thinner, mainly because he reads so much, but he has developed some muscle.
Eye Colour: gold like his dad
Base Coat: Brownish-black w/ tan along the inside of legs & chest.
Markings: none
Clothing: He prefers to be newd, but he wears the basic vest and such, just to keep others quiet.
Accessory: none
Weapons: War blade designed for Canines. He's actually quite skilled with it

Name: Phoebas
Alias: "The Healer"
Age: 35
Gender: male
Persona: He has a very understanding nature, a great companion to have around. He is known for his kindness, he can't stand to see people sad or angry. He's great with kids too, having won the affections of both Saijin and Otaki. The only wrong he has commited as a father would be that he's too soft and not strict enough, he'll let Mikoto get away with just about anything. He often tries to see the brighter side of things, and you almost never see him sad or angry.

His sense of justice is strong, and he won't let anyone get away with hurting his family or his pack. he seldom holds grudges, the only exception would be Yasha, who holds a truly irrational hatred of Phoebas' wife, Shadowess.

::Appearance::

Species/Breed: Canadae
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5'3''
Build: Average
Eye Colour: deep brown
Base Coat: reddish brown with blonde highlights
Markings: none, but he has a noticable tuft of fur that falls over right eye
Clothing: He wears black cargo pants and his black vest.
Accessory: wedding ring
Weapons: he carries a pistol, but he seldom uses it unless he has to or is ordered to.


Personality/History - Pheobas is very kind, always striving to help those of his family and pack. He is deeply loyal to both Nahani and his mate, Shadowess. Sometimes he can say things he doesn't mean, or say something he shouldn't have, like how he still sometimes calls Shadowess by her ture name, which I shan't reveal. But don't get me wrongs, he can keep secrets. He knows some extent of Shadowess' past, but he won't tell anyone without her permission.
Not much is known about this guy, except that he gave up an alpha position in a pack to chase after Shadowess. he saved her once from human, though he didn't know it was her, he just likes to help people. During his "quest" to find his love, he rescued a raven from being eaten by a nasty falcon. Deeply gratified, the raven, now called Krieg, became Pheobas' constant companion, though this short-tempered bird isn't too fond of Shadowess.

Name: Emily
Alias: Emma, Em, occasionally 'Memory', although the later is never/rarely mentioned.
Age: Physically fifteen, has exhisted for a few thousand years.
Gender: Female
Persona: Emily is characterised by some conflict of character. When she died at the age of seven, she retained alot of childish naivety and innocence as an ingrain part of her persona as a ghost. It was hard for her not to trust others; although, as her ghost developed, she did gain alot of wisdom about the world.. Because of this conflict; innocence verus intellegence, she can seem a little bipolar at times; though this is narrowly the case. As she lives now, these swings are starting to level off as she reacts more to the world around her, instead of merely watching. She's a sweet, good person, and she would do just about anything for someone in need, especially Silt, whom she shares some kind of bond with, albeit onesided.
As her metality grow more stable, she tends to think things through a little more; secrets becoming just a little better kept.
As much as she is prejudged on the street for her appearance and species, she does not attempt to hide who she is; expecting that with a little time, people might get used to her--besides, if she acted like some kind of menace, who would think otherwise? She thinks of it as a personal goal to make a friend out of the people who expect the worst out of her.

Species/Breed: Human
Weight: 115
Height: 5'4"
Build: Skinny; not very muscular, but enough to be effective. It's a little hard for her to keep up with the more wolfish builds of her team; but probablyly not imposibble.
Eye Colour: Blue, ranging from a light sky color, to midnight.
Base Coat Skin Color: Light, Caucasian
Markings: Light, almost whiteish blonde hair that falls just beneath the shoulders.
Clothing: Cobras uniform tailored to a human's specifications; the bulletproof vest; causual wear generally includes jeans and a plain tee.
Accessory: She doesn't really carry all that much with her; perhaps a tie for her hair, or a few extra credits for the market.. Nothing substantial.
Weapons: her abilites(only in effect when in spirit form), whatever she has been supplied with that day; and a personal pistol she keeps on a holster on her jeans.

Ghost Appearance: As a ghost, she bears the body and appearance of a seven year old girl. Her eyes seem justthe same in either form; although they retain an eerie appearance on her ghost one; being the only real color on her. Her hair is--or, seems long, whipping and curling at the ends, dissipating. It's a white-bluish color, slightly accenting her eyes.
Her skin is almost black, and strangely cragged in places; she's lived thousands of years; her form is based on memory.. As her memory faded, her ghost became distorted.
Her limbs fade into invisibility at the hands and feet, escpecially after she'd been in the form for awhile.
She describes the other realm as 'indefinately cold'; the warmth of life all but absent.

Abilites:

• Phase: The ability to pass through solid/physicla objects. As a natural attribute to ghosts, it does not drain any energy from her.
  
• Carry: While in spirit form, she can moved things lighter than five pound. This strains her a bit, and isn't all that helpful, sincenot many helpful things weigh less than five pounds. If she is holding something as she chages forms, or has enough pent up energy, she can bring said item into the realm of the ghost; although, once there, it becomes sluggish and hard to move.(this can be performed with items heavier than 5 pounds, though.) Most of the time it's easier to just drag it around from the other side.
  
• Overshadow: This is her most draining ability. She can take over the body of another creature. The victim's conscience is knocked out; they do not remember what happened. The length of time she can overshadow someone dpeends on two things: if they wake and fight her, and the different things the body experiences, such as extreme pain. While taking over a body, the only noticable difference is in personality: which can be covered up by some extent.
  

Personality/History - Past: As a child, Emily grew up in the industrial late 2800s. She grew up with her father, her mother having died in a car accident when she was two. Her father, Eric Cavallo, was a famous scientist, noted for his advancements in the science field, a revered and, inheirantly wealthy man. At the age of three, she developed a lethal strand of lung cancer. The strand showed no response to traditional treatments. Her father was devastated, having recently lost his wife; the women he'd intended to spend the rest of his life with.

When she was four, he was recruited to work on the Elusive Spectrum project, he fell out of the public's eye, taking her with him. She was too young to understand, but he knew that it was his only chance to beat the disease.

It was doomed from the start. She watched many creatures come and go in thebeta tests, but did not care until at age five, she came across a pup.

The next two years were the next phaze of the project. Her father allowed her to keep the animal, as long as it was in the program--his company's requirements.

At seven, her cancer finally overcame her, within the span of just a couple of weeks, she passed on.

But not before her father had the chance to do something only a mad, desperate, man would do. Something I can't put here, that I don't have the liberty to type. Something that changed the stream of fate, something that, had it not happened, the wolf and she would both be dead; and at the same time, had it not, these two forged souls of another time, would never have graced this one.

She couldn't blame him though. No matter what she did, she never blamed him.

She never found out what happened to her father, over all those years, when the project was shut down, it all happened too quickly for the newly dead girl to react. She was still dazed when he left, still dazed when thewind carried a sigh just a few days later that told her he was dead. thousands of years of meditation, of waiting... she replayed the grotesque scens over and over and over again in her mind. They are burned there, branded into her. Thousands of years, watching the fall of man, the rise of wolves, knowing that the Sleeper would eventually wake, that the battery couldn't last forever, that time would bring the automated machine's sequences revive the chronologically frozen pup, would wake Lupus, and that time would move forward for her again.

When it did, years passed on whims, she was there, but she wasn't. The wolf's mind was all but blocked off ot her, frozen from the beginning. But she still followed it. She dreamed of the day that she could tell her the things that she knew must betold. SHe watched Silt's torment before she even had a name. Watched it afterwards. Sometimes, she thought she knew this wolf better than she knew herself. Others, she felt alien, as things of the void sometimes do, and in these times she knew nothing.

She waited for a very long time. Her soul was hardened, her mind, still as light as the child she was when she died. When Na'hani utilized her phoenix on her, these thing evened out for her new body, affording her one of eight years older than the one she began in.

Name: Silt
Alias: Emma calls her 'Lupus', which is Wolf in italian.
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Persona: She tends to hold a cool perception under pressure, but can be slighly lighter of heart when there is nothing much going on. She is, in general, a good judge of character, and can read the faces of others easily. She might not talk unless adressed often, but when she does, you'd best listen--she means what she says, and she usually has the guns to back it up.
Silt's definatly not the mushy-goo-goo love type. Let the other fems have their affairs--in all the years she's been around, she's had more than one male chasing her tail, but has yet to yeild to any, and often times the relationship.. Whatever relationship there had been, was cut short when Silt decided it was time to move on. This is due mainly to her inacceptance of others, which routes from the ingrain belief that they do not accept her, as well as the way she has come to know that closeness can lead to questions.
Learning, to her, is not about being taught. You could put her infront of an book any day, but she learns much easier firsthand. Seeing someone man a computer will teach her more than sitting infront of a manual, and taking apart and reassembling a gun will teach her more about it's workings than sitting in a class about it.
For Silt, there is no resignation between good and evil, no black and no white. You have extremists, of course, but they have their reasons, as demented as they might be. You have crazy people, but they are victims of their own minds. In her perspective, there is always a reason canadae do things... Be it pride, ideals, or money. Everything is a shade of gray.
Most of all, she seems inwardly wise, carrying the information of many years. She learns quickly, and it sticks when she's got it. If she has no powers, she is the bearer of a brillant mind...and a past steadily forgotten.
In the end, she's just trying to get by, and not trip over herself in the process.

Species/Breed: Appears to be Canadae.
Weight: 80
Height: 4'9"
Build: Thin, feminine, but well toned. Most of her life, she as been a rogue; traveling in ways that pushed the body, be it navigating canopies or trotting for a few days with no destination.
Eye Colour: Left eye is an entrancing blue, right, a golden yellow.
Base Coat Silt's pelt changes with the season; in winter, it is of a gray/white assortment, in summer, a goldishbrown/white one.
Markings: A darkish diamond central to her forehead, her is layered in a way that the color/tone of the season shows up only along her back and such, instead of all around her body. The remainder is white.
Clothing: Dislikes clothing. Only wears it if it is absolutely nessicary; although she may be partial to her bulletproof vest, this is because it keeps her from the danger of stray fire.
Accessory: none.
Weapons: Sniper Rifle 'obtained' from McBeth awhile back, a personal pistol.

Abilites:

• Heightened Awareness: In her brain and each of her sensory organs, she has a small chip or plate that monitors the cells.(this was first put in to make sure that these bits of matter were monitored on a cell-by-cell basis instead of mass replacement, for the reason that the replacement of such things would be too painful, and take up too much room for safety within the skull. Also, to replace brain matter on anything less than the cell-cell way causes a type of mind wipe, reducing the patient to the intellect of their infant years.)
  Thus, these chips came to be. Over time, and by the time that Silt came along, they had been modified to improve the senses as well, partially as a potential military patent, serving it's other purpose as well. The ears can tune to hear things miles away and pick up radio waves, the eyes can zoom both in and out, and switch to militia add ons, such as thermal and night vision.(this particular chip, in the eye, is shaped like the lense, and interprets images in a uniquely precise digital array. Unlike the OPSAT, it cannot be used for communication or GPS locations, however.) Her mind utilizes most of it's cells, instead of half or some other percent, making it easier for her to both learn and withold knowledge. The same use of this chip is what enables her to entirely block out most of her past.
  Noting, of course, that all extrenous abilities as far as senses go lie dormant in her. She does not know how to utilize them, and her subconscious mind weeds through most of the excess info. With training, she could possibly learn to use the ability to it's best; but right now, she seems all but normal. Note's note: The chips will set off metal detectors.]
  
• Perpetual Age: Because her tissue regenerates and ages very slowly, it, to some, may seem that she doesn't age at all. At some point, the chip in her mind might level off and stop the aging process entirely, but for now, in the body of an almost-yearling, she continues to grow at her slow rate.
  
• Heal Self: She regenerates her tissue at high rates due to her flesh-type. She also bleeds considerably less, and does not often feel severe pain, because her nerves are amoung the first things to fix themselves. This can be a curse; she could bleed to death and not feel anything except lightheadedness. Injuries take a little longer to heal, depending on what exactly the extent of the damage is. If a limb is torn off, for instance, that will take a few weeks to regenerate. Bullet wounds, depending on the situation, take from five, to thrity minutes.
  

Personality/History - Past: Silt's history begins with the fact that she has no history. Every step she takes is one that she might leave behind and forget in the future. Whatever bind holds her to this, is hidden deep in the multiple betrayals of time.
Her ears are so attuned to the word 'why,' the questions, no matter how nonchalant, uncaring; that there is a sense of paranoia behind it.
She doesn't remember it, she doesn't know why; but her past has many wounds that were borne unto her because of her abilities. The fact that she is not normal is burned into her mind, the inner knowledge of herself, the things remembered and forgotten; bizzare, strange things. Buried wounds fuel this paranoia of hers.
Even so. Even so, after awhile of wandering, she almost always begins to miss the company of others. With betrayal came friendship, side by side. She saw the worst and the best of people.
She learned how to act around them. If she didn't make an impression, she wouldn't stand out. If she didn't stand out, the questions wouldn't come. Or so her logic reasoned. The ease of packlife was temporary to her. She knew that in coming, she would leave, in leaving, she would forget, in forgetting, she was clean.
It was immeasurable to her how many years she passed this way. Not too many.. enough. On the inside, she has resigned to the fact that there is no where she fits. She's a peice to an already finished puzzle. And so, she drifts, leaving everything she can behind with each footfall.

Name: Mikoto
Alias: Mik(prounouced either 'my-k' or 'mi-k')
Age: A little over a year
Gender: Male
Persona: Mikoto believes that he can talk himself out of damn near everything--and what he can't talk his way out of, can't be too hard to handle. Punishment from his mom is rarely more than a swat on the paw and a lecture; sometimes less. Neither of his parents play big roles in his life; they're there, they feed him, and he heads his own way. Shadowess is generally too busy fighting her own problems; and Phoebas plays favorites with his sweet-and-perfect sister, Otaki.
Who could blame them? Mikoto was never the stagnant, cherry, innocent, adoreable little kid that she was. He constantly had--and has--his nose in some sort of trouble, be it annoying the neighbors, making friends in high and low places, or popping the tops off local salesmen; he never seems to pause from one stunt to the next, constantly feeling out new material for some kind of mischeif; something to put that daily adrenaline rush in his skull.
It is perhaps in this sense that he developed some kind of fortitude and intellegence. To pull off some of his more elaborate stunts, he'd spend time at the library, looking up schimatics and formulae and math theorums. Math was something that he simply understood; as soon as he had the concept in his mind. Science was his necxt favorite subject, although it was a much broader range. He enjoyed ranges from botany to chemisty--what to make the world's most killer stink bomb from; and how to do it. Of course; the problem with these interests is that although he can solve the more complex things with no problem; the more simplified problems give him headaches. If he has a calcutalor on that 15344-13452 problem, he'll be fine; but left to his own devices, he's prone to over complicating the more basic formulas, and messing himself up.
He's a genius in many ways for his age; self taught, self driven; if only for naive and chaotic reasoning. He studies only when he feels he needs to come up with something new, or figure something out; he's only doing it for the laughs and the inner triumph of it all--just for kicks.
He did, however, enjoy the company of others. Make no mistake; Mikoto is a very social being--those pranks just woulnd't be as fun if he wasn't the only one laughing at them.

Species/Breed: Canadae
Weight: 85 pounds
Height: 4'7"
Build: Lightly toned; only due to the fact that he enjoys getting out and doing things on a constant basis--torture is in staying still for a few seconds flat.
Eye Colour: Light yellow
Base Coat: Black
Markings: Faded red/brown tones in places, and a tuft of stubborn hair at the crown of his head, inherited from his father's side of the family.
Clothing: Linear black pants with an occasional vest. It all depends on his mood; sometimes he'll go around without clothes, but most of the time, he fels that appearance is half of everything; and is perhaps just a little obsessed with hygene. He was raised in a city, after all--the ruggedness of the outdoors has no suit for him.
Accessory: Mikoto almost always carries his comb, to tame that nat of hair he's got. The backhandle has a built in mirror--saving just a little space; and a simple calculator. He also carries around in a backpack of his, whatever's on the menu for mischief that day, be it a bottle rocket or a sub-credit and some glue.
Weapons: His mother refuses him the priveledge of carrying guns or pointed objects around. Expects somehow that he might stir some sort of trouble.

Name: Akame Aukouishawa
Alias: The Silver
Age: 6 Canine Years
Gender: Male
Persona: Very positive, but realistic at the same time. Akame comes from the north Japan, in the city of Nagasatki, the Land of Canine, where there is no Canadae. It is there, that the race of Canine runs wild. Due to his wild nature, he has a prowess of survival, and hunts his food for a living.

::Appearance::

Species/Breed: Canine/Kishu Inu
Weight: 87.2 lbs
Height: 4'3"
Build: Canine Medium
Eye Colour: Brown
Base Coat: White/silver
Markings: Scar on left eye brow
Clothing: Naked
Accessory: None
Weapons: War blade