Angels charicters: Red Angel, Zed Arybai and Kiribati

[Angel]

Renewed profile time! I realize that my previous one is largely inaccurate now, since I had a meal with the vamprirical Seph so here is a revised version.

Name: Red Angel
Miden name: Asema (A legendary vampire that takes the form of fire and drinks the blood during peoples sleep.)

Age: unknown, closest estimate puts her at 1.5 billion years.
Physical/mental age: 18-21

Species: though her original species is unknown over the course of her existence she has acquired traits from various sources. The main one is a spiritual construct of fire, she is also somewhat Angelic in nature, this is explained in more detail in the history, and most recently she has been Changed, i.e. made into a vampire. This change was not complete though and she retains large amounts of her original physical properties.

Appearance: Quite tall, 5'7" ish, slimly built, elegant. Her hair is shoulder length and quite spiky looking, dark reddish black. One of her eyes is all white with a slight emphasis on gold where the iris would be and the other is black with some red.
Her wings are, at full extension, over six feet wide. The feathers are banded black and white vertically, but the leading edge is black along its whole length. The feathers at the tip of her wings are splayed, with small gaps in-between them, to allow quick turns and flips. (see photo, courtesy of Embri )


Abilities: she can create and control, very precisely, fire and heat in various forms. Most commonly she uses this to create Black Fire, a semi-intelligent construct combining physical heat, flames and spiritual energy, having been made using spirit power it is sensitive to emotion and thought and can be controlled telepathically. Though it is called Blackfire it can be made in many different forms and colors, the color is an effect of the mental alignment of the flame. Angel will often disguise the true alignment of the flame, if it is being used as a weapon, by coating it in inert orange fire.

She has the ability to use and control inorganic minerals, metals, rocks ECT. And imbue them with spirits. She often uses parts of her own emotions to fuel the creations. For example, in battle she may use javelins or shards of metal or rock, preferably metal but it depends on the terrain. She will use her will to inflict damage and pain on her target to fuel the motion of the weapon. This is not necessary but it increases the speed and agility of projectiles and ups the power of ground attacks. The importance of "will" to Angel’s methods means that an opponents weapon it almost always immune to her manipulation, she requires consent or intimate knowledge of the person wielding the weapon to be able to affect it. She is also able to draw foreign spirits into a "holding body" though this takes vast amounts of power if the spirit is unwilling, if it is willing then it takes virtually no power at all. A willing spirit will often form the "body" into something resembling itself, if it has a strong morphic resonance, if not the Angel will form it to best fit the situation.

She has quite powerful mental abilities, including near infinite communication with her HeartSister and thought "broadcasting". This can be one of three things. One, forcefully "shouting" a message to all sentient creatures in a specified radius, anything up to fifteen miles. two, private conversation with a sentient, this either takes place in the other participants head or if there is more than two people without mental powers in the conversation Angel will create a temporary "exchange" for all mental voices to go to and be heard by all participants without significant drain on Angel. She can also forcefully enter the thoughts of another person, causing huge amounts of damage. If the unfortunate person survives her entry she will reduce him/her to a gibbering mess by dragging memories about and generally running amok.

She can “see” energies, whether these are in the form of heat, magic or any other type of power. She can use the magical “aura” of a person or being to track them over long distances and can see these through physical objects. To use this ability she has to “shift” her eyesight from one form to another, during this process her eyes will often change color though she can hide this quite effectively.

She is able to shape shift, though as yet this is limited to forms she has developed and copied, her normal form, as described in Appearance, her vampirism form and a Chinese dragon, approximately two feet long with a golden and red fur mane and crest running down her back. She is also beginning to use a wolf form (European silver with a black line running from the back of her head to the tail and another across her shoulders)

Angel is the sole "heir" to the angels of the Godly War or Angel War. This means that she possesses the souls of the angels which would have been killed had it not been for the fact that they are now chilling out in her. This gives her a reservoir of power which she is able to access as a last resort or as a favor from the angels. It takes to form of black and white light, representing the two sides of the war. Over time these two distinct energies have become more willing to combine. In extreme circumstances the "council" of angels, which forms a barrier between Red Angels mind and the cacophony of thoughts that is generated by the mass of souls she carries, will take control of her body by using sheer power to move it. They will never do this unless Angel’s life is in danger and she is no longer able to function, due to damage or fatigue. It is possible for Angel to give a small number of the angels’ bodies but she has never attempted this as they are quite content to lounge about in her memories.

Clothes: under her armor she wears a tight, soft black leather shirt with sleeves which reach to her elbows and oiled leather trousers. If, on occasion, she does not wear her armor she will don an oiled leather jacket.

Weapons/armor:
She always carries with her;
A pair of Katanas, roughly three feet long and inch and a half wide at the hilt. They bear no guard and the tang is as wide as the blade. The hilts are light but hard wood bound in black leather. The trailing edge of the blades bear red etching of ancient symbols and all but the cutting edge is glassy black. She keeps these blades in sheathes on her back, strapped on by leather throngs and metal clips. They are arranged in an X with the crossover point between her wings. Her top draw speed is, from hands by her sides bladeless to hands by her sides with blades, a 24th of a second and is unreadable by an average eye.

Two pairs of daggers. one set is sheathed on her hips with the tips tied round her thighs, these are normal hand daggers with well worn hilts but no notches on the blades, which never grow dull thanks to Angels habit of unconsciously sharpening them every time she draws. The hilts are slightly scorched but a hard layer of lacquer covers this. This fireproofs them but before Angel developed this varnish the wood was marked and she is too attached to them to replace it.
Her second set are attached to the small of her back in a shallow X. they are attached by metal clips to her armor. The daggers them selves are fully forged out of a shadow metal, including the hilt, making them perfect assassination weapons. The blades are very fine and light and the hilt is short, making them fly better when thrown. They have the unique ability to disintegrate into slivers of darkened air once they leave Angels hand and only reconstitute at the point of hitting their target. If an obstacle crosses their flight path and their target is unreachable or the throw is dodged they will return to their sheath or Angels hand, depending on circumstance. She can only use each one once in a given time (four posts). They cannot be used in hand to hand combat.

In addition to the weapons she carries with her, when she turns into her vampiric form she acquires claws on her hands and feet made of an unknown metal (most likely condensed energy but this has not be researched) and her wings become coated in metal, making their edges very sharp. She always has long fangs though she sometimes chooses to hide them.

When in her "normal" or angelic form she wears a fitted breast plate and a very unusual back plate, having to accommodate wings. On her legs she wears thigh guards which protect the outside of her upper legs, extending from her hip to her knee. They are attached by black leather straps with red detailing. She has very similar guards on her upper arms except the strapping arraignment is different to allow freedom of movement. On her wrists she wears guards with long backwards curving blades, two on each, on the outside. These blades can be retracted with an odd twisting motion. There is a similar arraignment on her knee high boots except the blades are longer and only sharpened on the interior edge and two inches from the tip on the exterior. All her armor is enameled black with red detailing (see picture) including her arm and leg blades. She wears black chain mail to cover the gaps between her plated armor at her waist and shoulders, it also extends upwards on her neck into a small collar.
In her vampiric form her entire skin is coated in black metal in addition to her normal armor. This coat extends over her wings too. The metal will stop any cutting strikes and will stop the majority of blows. A visor of the same metal covers the top half of her face with two slits over her eyes. It leaves her mouth clear for biting and feeding.


History:
I don’t exactly know what I am. all I have is a fragmented memory from before I was given form, bits of this and that, none of it of great consequence. I was found or summoned or something by a council of Lords. they gave me a spirit, rudimentary at best, and a purpose. I became a bridge or conduit from the spirit realm to the physical. this did not last long though, one, Lord Chaos, went renegade, and he tore the Council apart. all killed, my creators, mentors and guides, they where never cruel or mean, and so old and wise.
He forced me to take him to the physical plane, but I was not having it. as soon as he dropped his guard I severed myself from the real world, trapping him there. the Lords cannot survive in Reality usually but he managed, by destroying and mutilating worlds, always jumping dimensions when he got sick.

I returned to the Council of Lords to find them all dead or dying, there was nothing I could do to help. the last Council member to die was a beautiful Elven woman, once a Queen and gifted, or cursed, with foresight. as I did what I could for her she placed a warning in the dank recesses of my mind, a prophecy that would reveal its self when the Chaos Lord was coming for me.
Just like the renegade Lord could not survive easily in Reality, I got sick when I stayed in the Council for too long. the Elven Queens last act was to send me to her dimension, in which I would be safe. when I arrived I was desperately sick, and weak. In this dimension a spirit of Earth found me and cared for me.
Using the axons of the planet I grew strong, but still I had no physical form. Earth granted me this, a body made of fire, liquid rock and metal. I ventured far and wide, meeting spirits of every race and creed, good and evil, strong and weak.

Eventually, over many lives of men, I regained the innocence of my original form. the burden of the Lords death's fell from me and I lived free for a long time.
but I ventured too far from the earth and became weak, vulnerable and I could not get back. I was found by an evil and cruel spirit, he put me in a cage, made of ice and magic.

I don’t remember what he did to me, only the cold and the pain. sometimes, if I go very deep, I see a face. So kind and sad and hurt, shut behind black bars and always weeping from golden eyes.
After this the next thing there is fire. blessed fire and warmth and light, the Angels came to rescue their comrade, the one who had helped me through the dark. but all they found of him was his wings, torn and nailed to a board like a trophy. I remember seeing their faces as they carried me out, very noble and sad, and every one, every one wept for their friend.
they looked after me, they could not take me home because of the war, but they made me strong again.
some months after I gained freedom I went to the Elder, an angel of great wisdom, age and power. I went because I felt life, inside me. so tiny and small, but alive.
it worried me that it could be his, my captors, but he set me at rest. I was carrying Angel Child, the first of her kind since the beginning of the war. I returned to my place in the golden clouds where the angels made their camp. they all knew, even before I told them, they could feel the soul of their dead comrade in me and in the child.
I remember the day she was born, the heavens themselves blessed her with a glorious sunset, the whole camp was silent until she lay in my arms and laughed. the first thing she did was laugh, such a sweet sound you've never heard.

As I cared for my child and she grew I learnt many things from my angel friends. life was not as stable as it seemed. I started to notice large bands of angels leaving before the dawn and returning in the dark. I spoke to the Elder and he spoke of war and death and advances. he said they where losing, losing the war, losing their lives and losing ground. he received word while I sat with him, my dear Aeron on my lap, they where coming.
the whole camp leapt into action within minutes, magic’s where cast, armaments taken up and wings primed. I was taken to the ground as I couldn’t fly then, after I left the clouds, that had been home, began to boil and turn bruise purple. the ground beneath my feet began to burn, I was not harmed by this but my child, my beautiful Aeron, would burn. an angel dear to my heart, heeded my cries and bore us away from the fire and fighting. and thus was my first battle, watching from the sidelines as friend and foe battled and fell crashing to earth.
we where lucky that day, the Blackwings had over stretched them selves and where beaten into retreat. but I saw the bodies afterwards, I vowed to do everything I could to help.
I began to forge armor from diamond, obsidian and steel, heavy but hard enough to stop the most vicious blade. I labored hard and my efforts where rewarded, more friends came back and we began to push back the Dark angels. for 18 years I toiled in foundry by night and trained my daughter by day. she became a fine and noble Angel, she carried my armor into battle and returned home to me every time. she spoke long of valor and bravery and had qualms with killing her enemies, though she still fought and killed to protect the stability of the realms. In my eyes that she disliked killing was a virtue, killing for killings sake is what made the Dark angels Black in the first place.

but we where winning, only one force was left, its defeat would mean the end of a 27 year long war.
we did it, we prevailed, but at great cost to ourselves. the Elder was killed, the last vestige of the Old, of the times of peace. the angels where now a race built for war they could not go back without him. I did the only thing I could, I kept him there. I stopped him from disintegrating into the Ether, his soul was saved, it began there, I think. I began to feel and to see lost comrades crying and weeping because they couldn’t see that the war was over. I couldn’t leave them there and they flocked to the Eldersoul, it was small at first, a trickle, but eventually every soul flocked to me, white and black alike. I kept them and held them close.
Over time, in the months where the Elder guided the survivors, some souls left, having found a peace, but none of the Dark could. They had abandoned the Ether, the substance into which Angels fade, when they embraced killing. Many of my former comrades also remained, unable to atone to them selves through either guilt or some perceived sin. You can imagine the weight on my mentality that carrying all that caused. The Elders final act before fading, having set the survivors to rights, was to set a barrier between them and me, a council of Seven, a councilor for each sin. It is ironic that the space in my head drifted towards being organized like Hell, an ethereal space, out of the world and yet.. a mirror to a reality full of punishment. Over the years since the barrier between my own power wells and their space have weakened and there have been certain unforeseen consequences which I will go into in detail later.

It must not be forgotten that, though I was old and a mother, I was still naive. I left my daughter with the Angels,(now 19 and defiantly old enough to take care of herself, as she kept telling me) and roamed again, I visited the Earth spirit, and Gameware where I’d spent a time. A new organization piqued my interest, yet another council, named the Evil Council. I joined, my … eccentricities making it easy and I showed my skills in battle and forging. My blacker half had a literal field day and I must say that being dark is far more enjoyable and relaxing than being good.

I took the rank of the Dark Pshyco’s assistant for a time, aiding him in his lad and learned a lot about modern technologies and computing, I even tried my hand at programming. I discovered an aptitude for encryption that has come in very handy.

Quite soon after my admittance to the caves an angel from an unknown origin made himself known. He claimed that the caves belonged to him and he wanted us out. This lead to a battle of nerves, of which he had a seemingly infinite supply to play with, mostly other peoples that he had taken by force. He did not only kill he maimed and tortured, trying to make us fear him, no such luck. We fought back with everything we had and some things we didn’t have. During one confrontation I was taken prisoner, I understand that he sensed the angels. He changed me, gave me wings and powers I didn’t fully understand, and sent me mad, he literally split my mind in two. For a time I became Hera, queen of death and stealer of life, melodramatic I know but that’s just what the Evil Angel is like.
DP used his godly weapon, the Sanity blade, and returned me to a semblance of my former self, with the addition of wings and a few.. er.. other things. I could not stay with the Council after that and I roamed for a time.

Once the Council reorganized itself they launched an attack on Forumopolis (gameware). In my roamings I came across the battle, not entirely by chance I admit, and observed, After a time I made contact and joined the battle on the EC’s side. It wasn’t long before I settled into a long-haul battle with a pair of elementalists, a unisus named Embri and a griffon called Shadowveil. I have remarked in the past that few things, barring love and kinship can draw two people together more than a full out fight. In a battle where your lives are on the line your motives can become as important as your speed or strength and understanding your opponents motives can lead to victory as surely as overwhelming numbers can in a pitched fight.
The battle lasted nigh on a full day and I did not have the advantage of it by far. My largest weakness is cold, be it water or ice or air, and the opponents could use this. Not to mention the fact that they could surround me or tag team to allow them selves to recover. Their tactics where superb. I was by far out maneuvered and was injured early on, the battle escalated, as they do. Towards the latter end of the battle I was taking risky moves, powerful but risky. Embri struck me out of the sky with a well aimed attack and I think she killed me, I at least came very close. It was a very disturbing experience.
The next thing that I can recall is Embri, half dead her self and myself as weak as a kitten, with her head across my stomach. In short order she’d created a heartbond between us, she used a piece of her soul to sustain me and it had certain side effects. These began with increasing awareness of Embri, this was mutual, and the mental abilities described above.

This sudden alliance (it could be nothing else) caused some trouble in the battle so we retreated to a glade, I don't know where in terms of position and we reached it using a form of warping. It was there that other changes began to assert themselves, the ability to “see” power forms (leylines, power weaves, the energy that leaks from magical beings and people ect.) and physical changes (a lengthening and narrowing of her wings, change in colorings from red and black to white and black ect. ). I also remembered some of the things I spoke of earlier, the more painful parts of the War.

For a short time there was considerable confusion, we had trouble working out who’s memories where which, but once we where sorted out we found trust and comfort in each other without fail. For a time we just tried to know each other, it was then, I think, that Embri began to realize my desperate mental state. I was far from realizing it but she brought it to attention because I couldn’t help but notice her enquiries. Even then I didn’t think I was mad, just that the others where, the voices that shared my head. I didn’t realize that that was madness. She helped me through it, during and after the events I will relate next.

We returned to the battle field, at a bit of a loss as to what to do because I was from the attacking side and she was a defender. We waited and watched until a threat to both sides appeared, an old friend of mine. Known as Be’elzebub to some (incorrectly in my view, he is not all powerful) and as the Lord of Chaos to me, he tore through the barriers of the dimension and tried to lose himself on our world. He reminds me of a cancer, feeding and growing and destroying as he goes, but I stray off the point. Both sides in the battle turned and fought side by side to drive him off. It was only late in the battle that I, we realized that I was his target. For a time I considered killing myself to keep my world alive but Embri told me it would kill her too and I couldn’t do it. It was decided for me in the end any way, he was driven back. I was severely injured; a darkfriend poison, but Embri saved me again. It is a great debt that I owe her.

It was not long after that Embri’s past came to haunt her, her “master” was a puppet to the chaos Lord. The Great Phoenix, the Supreme Balancer had a core of black. Her old master, a Charazard of great age, was also infected by this new blight and had been for centauries. A giant conspiracy was revealed over the course of a day, a massive mental blow for Embri coming with it. Even the Phoenix couldn’t stand to Embri once she was in a full rage (one of the reasons she was not corrupted) and he was defeated. The cost of that defeat was huge though, the majority of Embri’s memories fled and she followed them, jumping into a wild portal. It took a lot to follow her but it was managed with little time lost.

She retreated to an old home of hers, a sanctuary of sorts where magical energy can’t be used. She had a number of good friends and allies there who helped me and her to regain those lost memories. It was very disconcerting to feel her but not all of her on the other end of the bond. Even after she regained the whole of herself she was different, more animal, childish in a way, and in heat. Very in heat. One thing leads to another and she got pregnant. Now THAT was strange, mood swings without hormones and I felt the baby kicking. It made for some sleepless nights but none too bad.

Roughly a month after she conceived there was an incident involving a good friend and fellow councilor, Sephirothsicase, also know by the name Zamiel. We were training in a forest and came under attack from a group of bandits, origin unknown. They where defeated easily but during the battle a wave of energy coming from a very large and very dark source creature knocked me down. It did a fair job of striping me of my energies and laying me out. Seph carried me to the source, completely helpless as much as I loath to admit it. Embri followed a way behind. During the course of what followed I was badly injured and Seph.. well he vampire’ed me. Changed me. Vampiric and Angelic blood mixed in very strange ways, I didn’t become entirely a vampire and I wasn’t what I was before, whatever that was. Not long after Embri formed a bond with him and we became a triangle of minds, considered in some circles to be an admirably powerful combination.

The next event of significance to this history happened after Ajaxons birth, Embri’s child. Seph took Angel out to a club, vampire pretenders anger him, to punish the members of the band “Black Death”. They died but it wasn’t black it was pale and somewhat bloody. One band member, the bassist, drew my attention, probably because he didn’t smell like fear. Seph urged me to leave no witnesses but I couldn’t kill him so I Changed him. There was something about him, not just his looks but a compulsion. I think now that he knew exactly what was going to happen and what I was but I wasn’t conscious of it at the time.

Moving on, I had my first fledgling I began his training a few days later, starting with the Little Drink, feeding of someone with out killing or changing them. Moving on to using senses after a few weeks. We got to know each other very well and I began to teach him less because of my responsibility to him and more because of him.
The peace was broken all to early for my liking, Embri left us, left me.. she turned herself to stone and left me alone with the others in my head. And now I fear I’m going mad, I do things I cant remember, I lose time and wake up in strange places. There are marks, bruises and cuts that I don't remember happening and I am scared.

[Angel]

Name: Zed Arybai
Miden name: Gaidin (GAE-a-din, Old Tongue meaning “Brother to the Battle” or “Battle Brother”.)

Age: 18

Species: Vampire (…?)

Appearance: he is quite short for a man, very slim and quite delicate, and handsome to verge of effeminate. He has bright blue eyes and spiky black hair with a hint of dark blue when the light catches it. He keeps it short, around ear length, but lets it grow over his eyes to hide there unusual colour. His skin is pale, possibly Germanic, and smooth. His features also have a hint of Eastern Europe about them but apart from being strikingly handsome he could fit in easily on a London street.

Personality: He is quite fierce over some things, such as loyalty, but he is emotionally very weak. He cannot hide them or change his behaviour if he is angry or scared (mainly due to the conditioning he underwent). His emotions often manifest themselves physically, as pain or in the amount of energy he produces depending. It is only under rare conditions that he can lie to someone he knows but he can do it without hesitation to a stranger (another effect of the conditioning). Due to this he can survive in the world but he has to keep moving. Physical contact spooks him and he cannot hold his drink.

Cloathes: He usually wears a white shirt with button cuffs which he keeps done up to hide his arms but he lets the high collar flap. He wears black trousers with a low waistband and soft leather shoes. He keeps an enamelled steel belt on his hips at a rakish angle. Occasionally he will wear wrist guards of a blue fabric, specially made for him, and threaded with superconductor wire. He has a heavy coat, leather of course, (given to him by Angel) with blue detailing and an eagle diving with a lightening bolt in its talons on the shoulder.

Abilities: he can create large electrical charges within his cells and discharge them in one of two forms. The first is a high voltage blast which can be used to electrocute, heat things (e.g. water and metals, the item has to conduct electricity), and to cause small explosions (enough to blast a steel door at most). The second is much more precise but less powerful, he uses his blue wrist guards to channel minute charges to a specific place on the surface of the guard. There are numerous applications for this, in battle it can be used to scramble nerve signals within the CNS (central nervous system) by touching the opponent with a part of the guard. The scrambling signal can be used through layers of clothes but any thing metal will disrupt it and make it into a harmless spark. The charge only extends four inches into the skin before becoming dispersed so only the touched area and below will be affected (e.g. a touch at the back of the neck will paralyse the whole body but one on the spine in the middle of the back will only affect the legs and stomach muscles). This form can also be used to produce light and manipulate electronic technologies at the programming level or more crudely by blowing out specific components.

Aside from his elemental abilities he has all the Vampiric qualities that Angel has;
Limited shape shifting, he can change his height, weight and appearance and he has a second “demonic” form, a metal skin, claws and visor. He is only able to change his body structure in parts, i.e the addition of a tail or wings ect. (and for a limited time, longer if he has just fed).
Blood magic, he has the capacity for spells of a relatively high power rating but as yet he doesn’t have the control for anything more than a minor summoning or pocket dimension spell, he is competent in these and spells below this level (levitation, imparting light and colour ect) but they don't have much use out of Caitir’s nursery.

Weapons/tools:
He uses the belt on his hips like a whip or chain-flail (the links come apart and are joined by thin mithril chains to a full length of ten feet) and channels a large voltage down it through his gloves (don't worry; his trousers DON'T fall down without it, dirty minded bunch that you are). He carries a set of electronics screwdrivers and miscellaneous tools for making and taking apart computers and locks, a small spool of wire and a number of computer chips.

History: Zed was born in Queens hospital, London, 1990 and registered with an adoption agency before the ink on his birth certificate was even dry, he has been unable to trace his real parents. He lived with a foster family until 1995 when an electrical fire crippled his foster mother and he was sent to a care home. He remained there for the next two years and spoke little during that time and made no friends. At age seven he was put up for adoption and within a week he was taken in by two men from Kings Heath. For the first few months or so under their care he did well, beginning to talk more, but after the “settling” period and the social worker stopped coming life got increasingly more unpleasant. The youngest of the couple began to find more reasons to punish him until he was being beaten brutally at least once a week. He was put in hospital from “falling down stairs” three times in a year. He now believes that this was a deliberate attempt to condition him to obey orders but this is not certain.

When eleven he was sent to a boarding school, an expensive one, by the less brutal man, Fieth Academy. The schooling received there was as unorthodox as the location, in the bleak hills of northern Scotland. The national syllabus was taught completely according to government guidelines but students where expected to spend all other hours (waking and sleeping) in training for a quite different occupation. Training centred on computing hacking (constructively and destructively) but also incorporated European, Asian and gang fighting styles. Pupils where expected to be able to defend and attack in gang warfare scenarios (also they where tested on their ability to interrogate and threaten in true Mafia style) Here he discovered an aptitude for music and took up the guitar, his teachers did not object as his grades where highest in all areas (except interrogation and “attitude”) and he seemed best suited to espionage style work.

By age fifteen Zed was a fully trained criminal and exactly as the couple who adopted him had intended. He had become physically skilled and dexterous boy but easy to manipulate and as innocent looking as the morning star.

At the end of his final term, having realized as most of the older pupils did that the name was a crude acronym of “Thief”, he lost himself in Camden market and kept as far away from his adoptive parents as possible. He used his guitar (one of few possessions that was truly his own) to pay his way, beginning with busking then joining the band “Black Death” two months after his escape.
During the two years between his escape and Angel finding him he began to uncover the reasons behind his talent in computing, his electrical abilities. When the band went on tour he decided to search for places rumoured to have people such as him self, myths and legends mostly. Piece by piece he began to uncover the underworld of human society where the people aren’t all human. He added one place to the bands tour schedule, a place we know well. The exit of the Dojo.

[Angel]

Name: Kiribati Aikan
Known as: Kirib

Age: 18

Species: Half wolf

Height: 5'9"

Appearance:
He is young, but looks well travelled. His hair is bright silver and falls about his shoulders like a mane, his two silver ears poke out and are covered in fine fur. His feet are elongated, as in canines, and covered in soft silver fur, like his ears. A tail hangs to his calves when he stands up but he usually holds it up out of the way of his legs. It is also silver, with a longer fur that swishes in the air. A couple of old scars attest to a rough childhood but these are not the most striking things about him. His eyes are pure white and gleam in dim light, as if gathering moonlight from some unknown source. They are sharp and intelligent but innocent too.
He is slender, with flat, hard muscles attesting to stamina rather than strength. A narrow waist and shoulders give him a dangerous grace, made wild by his mane-like hair and the confidant way he holds himself. Rather like his lupine ancestors, he has a tendency to lounge, somehow managing to always look on the point of movement, except while sleeping.


Personality:
He is naively quick to trust and his pack instinct means he makes friends quickly, relating easily with others. He is rough and always ready for any physical challenge that might come his way. He values friendship very highly and will rather kill than allow a friend to be shamed. However, once a friendship is broken that is the end of it, they must re-earn it.
Innocence is one of his prime features, and he often underestimates people's capacity for cruelty, despite his quick wit.
Despite this, his second favourite pastime is socialising, coming a close second to playing tricks on people.

Attire:
He tends to wear indistinct greys and the odd piece of silver but never anything that could flash or make a sound to give him away. His favourite clothes consist of light grey breeches with an ample hole for his tail and stopping just below the knee. They are taught and slightly giving for both silent and fast movement. He often goes without shirt, but having recently lost his youth's fur, he prefers to wear a lose jacket, open down the front, to keep the breeze from his rather pale skin. He, oftimes, wears silver anklets when he is not hunting, liking the patterns of light they make to his sensitive eyes.

Abilities:
He has elongated claws on his hands and feet, and uses them to great effect in battle. It is apparent immediately that he has considerable hand to hand experience, though his group fighting out shines this by far. He pays near as much attention to the whole battle as he does to his singular opponent and makes quick decisions about where his speed is of best use.
His light gathering eyes allow him to see by starlight, and moonlight he considers too bright to hunt in, since prey can see too much and tend to me more alert. Despite, he is not easily dazzled and is careful not to be.
He possesses some of the famed Lunar abilities of his ancestors, but shape shifting is not one of them, and he remains quite happily, the young man of 18 at all times. He does posses some telepathic abilities, which manifest themselves most strongly at full moon, but are accessible at most times. He is an active 'listener' and gets a certain sense of emotion from people around him but clear thoughts are more difficult and take real concentration and effort to hear. A guarded person is beyond his abilities.
A sense of future assaults him on occasion, giving him intense insights into the nature of near events and a dim sense of what the consequences of significant events will be. It is a purely emotional sense, and actual details of what and when are hidden from him.

History:
Wouldn't you like to know?

EDIT: well now, I'm sure the suspense was unbearable *rolls eyes*

History:
He grew up in a fair sized pack, as one of a litter of five, two other males, a girl and one that died at birth. The girl was identical twin to the one that died, both with pitch black pelts and golden eyes. This being the sign of strong magic, it was lamented that the second twin failed to take a first breath. However this lamentation was rebuked in the survivor's (Hailey's) fourteenth year, when her sister's skills manifested right next to her own and an extremely powerful 'spell-wolf' was created. Kirib was pushed further in his own strengths to compete with his sister.
His brothers, one a grey-blue and the other dark mottled brown, also provided their own competition. The former, Kasey, proved himself very strong and loyal to the pack. His unusual strength and fierce loyalty had earned him the Alpha succession by the time Kirib left.
The other, Kieran, became a stealth hunter, using his exception colouring to blend into shadows and leaf litter.

His species grows quickly when young, and have the form of ever growing pups until around the time they begin to learn speech. At which point, over the course of one moon, they mature into the demi human shape of the adult form. However it takes them a further eleven years to grow to their full height and lose their fur and wolfish muzzle.
Kirib began talking very early on and was the first, of his litter, by almost six months, to gain opposable thumbs. This was heavily remarked upon in the pack, and a source of great pride for his parents. Early speech is the benchmark of intelligence amongst the wolves and if it hadn't been for... other circumstances Kirib would have been named successor at that moment.
The pair, Alpha of the Mountain Stream pack and her Second, governed a small, powerful pack, bread by harsh mountain life into a sinewy and hard people. However there was nothing hard about their parenting and three of the four cubs grew fast and strong. Kirib, on the other hand, remained small. His bright silver fur, unprecedented amongst the known packs, marked him out too. Amongst wolves, colouration is a reliable indicator of their strengths. Hence he was watched with interest by the all the local wolves, humans and half-wolves in the area. The humans with only passing interest, but the wolves with much more intense scrutiny. As the Human-wolf translators for a local town, the Mountain Stream pack came into contact with both species very often and Kirib was never one to hide.
The reasons for both his small stature and his fur became apparent when he was nine.
It wasn't even close to full moon when his abilities manifested themselves so it was completely unexpected.
During the middle of one of Kirib's first hunts he collapsed, as if in fever, sweating and mumbling deliriously. He yelled and shouted about smoke and fire until his throat was raw. The hunters didn't know what to make of this and as the noise had scared off any possible prey, they set up a light camp there and then, all concerned over the Alpha's son. Afraid to make him move, they sent his brother, Kieran, to fetch their herbsman. The young wolf came back too quickly, ashen faced and shaking.
He too began mumbling about flame and grief, a little more coherently than his brother. A raid by lowland bandits had hit the town, the pack was fighting and the walls burning.
He holds himself quite well despite his first view of town fighting and its brutality, having been on the edges of other battles with the barbarians from the lowlands before. He could not have grown to this age without seeing death, but the slaughter of the almost defenceless town angered him greatly.
Kirib, by now, had fallen into a deep sleep and couldn't be roused. However, he looked far from peaceful. His breathing was laboured and his face pale and clammy, as if no blood reached the skin at all. Two older half wolves remained with the brothers as the rest hurried to the pack's aid.

By the end of the battle Kirib's condition had worsened and they where forced to move back towards civilisation or watch the nine-winters die. They didn't have to move far before the smell of smoke reached their sensitive noses. The aftermath, Kieran remarked later, was worse than the battle. The wolves had come to the half-wolves and humans aid and the bandits had been driven off, but half the town was burnt and the rest full of broken men and crying women. Luckily, the school had remained safe thanks to the Alpha's wise tactics and families where reuniting with much sobbing as the missing where counted.

A temporary hospital was already working in the Green in the centre of the town, with the battle-scared and burnt laid out on clean sheets and human and half-wolves treating them. Spell-wolves from the fully lupine pack moved about as well, helping as they could, despite the lack of moon. Kirib was carried in on an improvised stretcher and a strange quiet decended on the park.
Rumour had spread that the silver-haired youngling was the reason that the hunters had come back in time and the little bundled body was a heavy blow. The herbman of the pack broke the silence, calling them over to a large inn, where the worst victims where being treated.
After a brief account of what had happened in the forest, the doctor shooed the worried hunters out. He did let Kirib's concerned brother stay, making him sit in a corner out of the way. After looking over the boy and listening to his chest, he blanches and sends Kieran on an urgent errand, to fetch one of his most potent medicines. Digitalis.
It wasn't long before the Alpha and Second arrived, Kirib's parents. Their hard eyes where creased with worry and grief and they wasted no time in asking after their son. Neither did the doctor in answering;

"It's his heart, it beats out of time... It's rare in a cub but... It is bad, Alpha. He won't be able to run with the pack for long."

The euphemism for dying rocks the two half-wolves to the core and barely have time to put on a brave face as Kieran returns. The fox-glove derived medicine is potent and dangerous, the doctor measures it out with great precision. He dissolves it in a small amount of water and between him and the Alpha, they get the rapidly weakening Kirib to swallow it all. A very tens five minutes follows as Kirib struggles still to breath and his skin remains ashen pale.

The herbsman listens to the cubs heart carefully and finally leans with a relieved sigh. The medication has worked and Kirib begins to breath more easily. His eyes begin to flutter and he comes round, slowly at first then with alarming speed,

"The town! The barbarians! They're burni-" His mother hastily pushes the still weak cub back down to the mattress.
"Have hush, cubling! Kirib, have hush now," the little cub resists a little,
"But Alpha! The townsmen! every thing's burning and, and Miss Fleetwood! they'll get her and! let me go! I have to-"
"Kiribati!" She almost barks, "It's DONE! It's over!" She's worried by how serious he is, too call her Alpha, even in company. He begins to sob heavily into his mothers coat, shaking and scared.
"Its, *sniff* really over? *snuffle* every thing's ok?"
She doesn't dare reply truthfully, not knowing the extent of the destruction herself and not wanting to hurt the little one. He is shaking from fear and the exertion of holding himself up so she pushes him down again, covering him over with a heavy blanket that he can barely move under. He falls asleep quickly and she rises, giving his brother charge of him for now. Her husband squeezes her shoulder reassuringly, having been speaking with the doctor. She leans against him tiredly and he nuzzles her neck, murmuring soft reassurances too low for anyone else to hear.
They step outside just as the herbsman is drawn away to another grave case, he looks back at them worriedly but they wave him away to his vital business.

"I heard news of little Jenny Fleetwood..." His wife's ears perk up at the name, "She was the first killed in this..." He makes a general gesture at the lower half of the town. "mess. How could Kirib know?" The Alpha had no need to answer as the both thought of their son's brilliant silver fur and white eyes.

Over the next two months, Kirib made a slow and painful recovery, along with the town and its inhabitants. The herbsman gave him a dose of digitalis to keep with him at all times and the pack trod softly around him. His white gaze was now know to have predicted the tragedy and he was treated with the respect due an adult by wolf and human alike. The weakness the ability caused him almost killed him numerous times in the future, but he didn't regret it. each time lives where saved, tragedies averted. The Silver Wolf became revered.

When he turned 18, he was able to make a prediction that warmed many hearts and almost broke others.
The pack would survive. Without him.