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Here Ilsa will post her characters!

Name: Arisha -usually ccalled Arrie (Ah-ree)- Sable
Age: 13
Residence: The Slums
Position: Beggar/Thief/For-hire
Level: XX -Arisha has no shapeshifting ability, as of yet.
Ability: Arrie can manipulate light and shadow, obscuring people and items from searchers, or creating brief illusions, usually basic shiftings of shadow and light to divert or distract.

Appearance: Arrie was born with thin, dark mouse-brown hair smattered all over her pale scalp. He sharp, thin features accentuate sharp, blue-gray eyes, eyes that seem to simultaneously judge and accuse. Standing small for her age at 4 feet, ten inches, she seems a lifetime older than she already is, the oddity of her constantly stern features only forged stronger when place in contrast with her youth.

Face Claim: Maisie Williams

Personality:
Arisha is a stern, snarky little brat. She would size you up in an instant, condemn you for your faults, and then make the most rude retorts back at you upon your insistence on defending your character. There's no one to smack her head and tell her to be polite, not anymore. She's not particularly genius, but she's got some wild instinct that seems to keep her safe, and a solid head on her shoulders. She can fight with a light rapier, specializing in thrusts and slashes, evasion and speed. Against a knight or a fully armored person, she likely wouldn't survive. As she is now, she can handle herself when pressed to do so.

History:
Arrie was born to a large family, a family that she does not remember. For bread, or warmth, or shelter, or whatever reason, the child was trade off into the arms of a sword-for-hire, a man with big, bushy hair, and swarthy, lively features. She might have known him as "father," but he was only ever Vamis to her, or sometimes "Master Vamis." He never mistreated her beyond the occasional beating; in fact, he was very kind, often jovial, and excessively indulgent. He taught her his form of fighting, as well as treated her as his own.

However, he was excessive in more than just personality; he took the wrong sorts of opportunities, putting the both of them in danger multiple times. They often moved from place to place and adopted aliases. Her ability kicked in early, so she more than anything else kept the both of them breathing and hidden. No matter how she scolded, in patient or vulgar terms, Vamis couldn't help but court death, until it finally took him.

He'd taken a dangerous job, and he'd angered powerful people. They'd angered powerful people; he'd taken her to make sure the job was done as safely as possible. Arrie doesn't remember the people who came for them, only knowing them as faceless fighters. They came one night, while he was drinking and feasting and she was practicing a stupid little flute, so she could play him songs when he liked.
The men wanted to kill them both, but Vamis was quick as sight, dancing between strokes and slicing back and forth. He urged Arisha to flee. She hasn't seen him since, nor heard of his exploits or of the anger or satisfaction of the people he'd angered. She knows Vamis is most likely dead, and, fearing retribution for her part in helping him, spends her time trying to be as innocuous a street urchin as possible. She kills pigeons and rats to sell to meat and pie shops in exchange for a bed, or steals when she must. It isn't like she has anything else to do.


Family: Unknown. Adopted caretaker: Vamis, most likely deceased.
Relationship Status: Single

Likes: Swordplay, dancing. Lemon pastries -but she will eat practically anything. Trousers, leather. Working alone.
Dislikes: The flute. Girl's clothing. Company, or being reliant or trusting on the benevolence of others.

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Name: Melise Grenaldi
Age: 24
Residence: A secret underground realm below the sewer system of the city.
Position: Leader of the Star Children
Level: She can shapeshift into a rather large black dragon, about the size of a two-story house. This dragon breathes flames, which usually have a range of about 30 feet, but may be extended in rage to as much as 50 feet.
Ability:
She can manipulate and create flames, even outside of her dragon form, heating them to as hot as white-hot (5,260 K (4,990 °C; 9,010 °F)). As you can guess, this flame is exceptionally deadly, even to those it does not touch.

Appearance:

Melise has light brown skin, a toned form, an impassive face, and wild deep-brown curls forming a large halo about her head, down to her shoulders.

Face Claim: Nathalie Emmanuel

Personality: Melise seems almost dead inside: cold and analytical. She doesn't often smile, and usually has a go-to stance for looking prim and proper, hands clasped politely in front of her. She looks very noble and powerful, even when in the form of a young woman. On the inside, though, Melise is constantly laughing at the world around her. She makes jokes at every misstep, and at every foolish word, she heckles incessantly. She only ever shares these jokes in private with her sister, the only person she is ever 'real' around. She does her best to hide the dark side of this world from her sister, all while manipulating the darkness to better this cruel world. She is no naive idealist. She has the power to change this world, and the darkness to do anything to achieve that change. Maybe that's why she hides her true nature, even from those closest to her.




History: Not much is known of Melise's past. She manifested her form directly after her family was killed by passing nobles for refusing to give up their land -which had been bought and sold from under their feet without their knowledge- to the new landlord, who wished to build a magnificent palace in place their beautiful home. Melise still remembers the view from her bedroom window. In nightmares, it turns to her parents being slaughtered before her, for poaching on land that wasn't theirs and refusing to leave. The screams tormented her. Her older brother, too, tried to protect his mother. A knight carelessly impaled him, then dropped his spear in astonishment about what he'd just done.

Melise and her sister had been forced to tear apart their home as force labor with the rest of the hires. They helped build the palace. In this time, their baby sister, whom Melise had insisted on attempting to raise, died due to malnutrition. Once the labor on the palace was created, the two girls were consigned to the kitchen, to help bake. Melise had grown hard and strong, and was often reported for acting above her station or talking back, all of which earned her beatings. The lord had long since forgotten her, and saw her lordly bearing when she was about 12. He took her for his cupbearer. That night, she took his kitchen knife and rammed it through his throat while he drank his own cup of blood. People were horrified, and she might have been killed, had she not manifested her ability then. She transformed into the raging black beast of death, massacring all who got in her way. She burnt and capsized the stone and masonry, allowing all who would to flee before her. She transformed in the chaos and fled herself, grasping her sister, to the capitol.

There, she saw the discrimination was just as bad. The weakest were trod upon. The lords were allowed to run rampant. The poor were expected to surrender all they had and more, simply because they could not resist. This was monstrous. For a moment, she was tempted to slay here, but then she saw her sister's eyes. Her sister was terrified of that ever happening again. So, Melise decided to try a different way. A way of cold, creeping revenge, not of hot, blasting anger. She has formed her own clan, discovering and creating a gigantic black-market realm in the river-made cavern beneath the city. Here, all are free. Above ground, many of the downtrodden have the mark of a black fire tattooed on their skin, and if you walk quietly through the lowest of alleys, you may hear her name echoed quietly, in fear and adoration.

Family: Only a single living sister.
Relationship Status: Single.

Likes: Her sister. Revenge. Cuddles(she gets few enough as is). Jokes.
Dislikes: Politics, even though she is good at them. Hierarchies. Mistreatment. The King, Queen, and their brood of mindless, whining whelps.

Other: Her people would have her twin sister branded so they could tell their leader apart. Instead, Melise branded her own flesh with her own fire, a white flame burnt into the skin of her left hand and left shoulder. She would not harm her only remaining sister for her own convenience.

Well done! Now I need to get working with my twin! D Great job IlsaApproved!

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