Characters (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Characters (open) Characters (close) Zechariah Ashkew (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Zechariah Ashkew (open) Zechariah Ashkew (close) Name: Zechariah Ashkew Age: 20 Magic: Magic of the Yakuma 18 War Gods - Contact (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Magic of the Yakuma 18 War Gods - Contact (open) Magic of the Yakuma 18 War Gods - Contact (close) (I tried to make this as non-OP, but also as logical and reasonable as possible) There are many factors, in war, that can make or break the outcome. One of these is the territory each force is able to take control of. Thus, Territory - the magic of Minerva Orlando that allows her to manipulate space. Another is reliable and safe communication between units, shortened to simply Contact - users of this magic can manipulate any sound within his or her hearing, which can be used to deafen others, confuse them, or cause things to spontaneously combust due to sound waves moving at incredibly high speeds. Much like Territory, it manifests itself in an amorphous, orb-like mass. The true magic of the Yakuma 18 War Gods is the summoning a god-like entity/statue that can manipulate said element on a massive scale, but an incantation and an incredible amount of magic is required to pull it off. Zechariah knows the incantation and has tried using it once, when he was very young, but it left him in a near-death state for weeks, and he's never tried it again. This magic is used at its best potential as a method to confuse the enemy, since you can simulate conversations, specific voices, and words, not just random sounds. However, Zechariah has used it as a sort of "echolocation" of sorts before. He can summon a Celestial Spirit, but does not consider himself a Celestial Spirit Mage, because he's only ever bothered even trying to open one key - the key of the minor minor minor constellation Coma Berenices, which has no attack or defense power, and takes almost nothing to summon. He uses her exclusively in order to read for him, since reading is one of those things he just can't do, no matter how good he gets at navigating the rest of the world. He calls her Mia. Mia (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Mia (open) Mia (close) She is about the height of the length of one's hand and does not have wings, like in this picture. She navigates by using her extremely long black hair, which can do things like turn pages, and act as her legs for distances difficult for her. Most of the time, however, she just sits on Zechariah's shoulder and doesn't need to exert much energy at all. History: All that's known of him is that his parents died in a fire when he was very young, which is when he lost his sight in both eyes. His left arm was rendered virtually useless and covered in horrible deep burn scars he covers up with a bandage. His sight is permanently gone, for some reason even magic remedies can do nothing for him, but he really doesn't mind as it has helped him nearly perfect certain aspects of his magic that rely heavily on an ear keener than most can boast of. He has also come to learn to read people even from subtle differences in voice. Personality: You can't exactly call Zechariah a sadist, because he doesn't actually take pleasure in other people's pain. Contrary to the belief of anyone he's ever done a job for or against, any and all work he takes on is strictly business, not a hobby. The reason why this rumor is perpetuated largely has to do with the fact that he'll always watch the consequence of his actions on anyone who gets in his way, and do it with a very pleasant smile and sometimes even a cheery little wave. No, the truth is that the boy just decided a long time ago, that 1. one should always take responsibility for your actions and 2. it's important to smile no matter what you're feeling. That probably sums him up. He doesn't trust people, but he is not prone to anger and is fairly cheerful a person. Color/Placement of FT mark: A pretty, purplish-toned blue with a sharp black outline, covering his left eye, though you can't always see it in its entirety, because he does like to keep his eyes open, just as a matter of habit, despite the fact that they're empty and useless. Appearance: Otelia Louren (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Otelia Louren (open) Otelia Louren (close) Name: Otelia Louren Age: 16 Magic: Diamond-Make and is learning a little illusion magic. Her stance for doing the Dia-Make is both hands out in front of her, palms out, but close to her body, with wrists crossed right hand on top of the left, and fingers splayed so that her pinkies touch. In desperate times, she can do it one-handed, but she does have some trouble with it sometimes. History: She has been able to make diamonds appear since she was a little girl. She is an orphan and according to her, someone she really respects, who made her use of magic what it is today, was once closely related to Fairy Tail. All she'll say when it comes to who it is, though, is that that person has already died. I hope to be able to RP out anything further concerning her history. Personality: She's shy in most circumstances, and Fairy Tail being as rambunctious and "EVERYBODY ALL IN" as it is, she's bound to be a little uncomfortable at first, but when she gets to perform magic, no matter what the circumstances are, she becomes confident and obsessed with the elegance of her craft. Color/Placement of FT mark: Pale purple and on the left side of her neck, which is almost always exposed because she likes to wear dresses with one-shouldered necklines. Appearance: Azrael Shadowsong (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Azrael Shadowsong (open) Azrael Shadowsong (close) Name: Azrael Shadowsong Age: 19 Magic: Dark devil slayer History: he hails from a village hidden to much of the world, his magic once used to protect that village. Now he's the sol surviver of that village, he made a home in the guild hall of fairy tail and keeps his distance from the others, the only one who knows what he's gone through is the guild master. Personality: he's a distant but friendly soul. He likes to keep his distance but will speak if invited by the other members. Color/Placement of FT mark: on his back just below his neck, black Appearance: Spyritus Kane (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Spyritus Kane (open) Spyritus Kane (close) Name: Spyritus Kane Age: 21 Magic: Requip Magic: the Death knight: this particular requip magic is focuses on Dark magic armor and weapons. History: Spyritus live in an orphanage as long as he could remember. All alone in the world, he hated the orphanage that raised him and ran. He ran and ran not wanting to be found. He ran and survived for years till he got to Magnolia, where he learned of the fairytail wizards, and Titania Erza Scarlet, the knight requip wizard. Out of an act of ego, he challange the wizard. But she turned him away, for he did not have the strength to face her. That was when his rage finally got the best of him activating his power. The twenty one year old was suddenly clad in black armor and in his hand he held a dark and foreboding sword, he charged at Erza ready to strike but she blocked his attack and forces him into the ground after beating him to a pulp. He started to get up and growled vowing to beat her, but she told him that he would need to learn how to use his powers and abilities. He only huffed and walked away, only to return and join the guild with the goal of beating Erza and learning about his magic. Personality: Spyritus always love a battle and is known for his bad boy attitude. He hates being beat and likes to be left alone. Especially when he's training. He doesn't acknowledge anyone but the master, Erza and Mirajaine. Color/Placement of FT mark: on his upper left arm, dark green Appearance: Interaction up till now can be found by searching for firejay1 and Azrael from this link. A week had passed since he'd left the guild on the job, and Zechariah was coming back rather content with himself, if a little bit tired. This one had been particularly tricky, since their magic had a "copy" attribute. They could copy other people's appearances, voices and even magic. Even so, perhaps it was exactly for that reason that he was perfect for the job. His highly sensitive ears had still had a hard time, but they could hear a note in the voice that indicated it was the same person. His magic was also difficult to recognize and even more difficult to use properly if you didn't have the right kind of ears. It wasn't flashy, obvious magic, after all. It took careful observation to recognize, and finesse to use. This person had been arbitrarily attacking guards at a wealthy mansion every night, not only as a joke, but also as a way to flaunt his abilities. In the end, it had turned out to be the owner's teenage son. He'd been paid a good sum, though it was nothing impressive. He was grinning with his blank blue eyes open, as he strolled through the once-again fixed double doors. He went up to the bar and greeted Mira and the master cheerfully. "So you've come back, have you?" The master asked him gruffly. "Indeed. The job this time was easy, as usual." Zechariah kept his power relatively hidden, but he didn't feel he had to hide it in front of the master, and Mira rarely paid attention to him when he talked to the master. This time, though, Mira had something to say to him, "Zechariah! Finally the last member of the team came!" She sounded very... cheerful. Why? Wait, team? What did she just say? He thought his ears were good, but maybe he'd misheard her. He stared at her, forgetting to blink. "Hah?" Otelia, at that moment, had been talking to Wendy, but she looked up as she heard Mira call her over. Oh, he was here! Their unofficial last member of the team. Much more confident than she'd been the first day, she sidled over to Azrael and poked him twice. "Look, he's here. Should we talk to him?" She still was a little shy, since they hadn't talked much. Zechariah, still a little stunned, called Mia, so that he would have a pair of eyes for whatever happened next, as he rather believed he wouldn't be able to believe his ears alone.