Maraha's Characters

[Maraha]

Name: Maraha
Gender: Female
Real Age: Around 5000 years (Ahem ahem, long story, that)
Apparent Age: 16 in Human form, and, gah, her dragon form looks rather young, for dragons, that is. About 132 earth years? *Is brick'd*
Specie: Hand/Shapeshifter (Usually in some humanoid form, though)

Looks/Forms: Human Form: About 5' 2-3" in height, healthy weight, albeit a bit on the thin side. She's clothed in a rather unusual fashion. An unbuttoned red trench coat made from a soft, light material hardly covered her white T-shirt and black jeans, and because the fabric is so light, it tends to go flying in a strong breeze. She also wears black leather sandals along with puffy white socks. To top it all off (if you'll pardon the pun) she occasionally wears a black bucket hat atop her brown-haired head. When annoyed, one should expect to recieve a rather serious glare from her dark brown eyes. Small, vestigial white feathered wings sprout from her upper back. Oh, I almost forgot to mention the adorable little mole about half an inch below the left corner of her left eye. Huzzah for beauty mole things. So beautiful.

Dragon Form: A slender white-scaled wyvern with a thin stripe of gold plumage running from her forehead to the tip of her whiplike tail. Her wings are rather oddly shaped, looking much like large, thin-fingered webbed hands to the usual draconic wings. She has four-toed feet, three in the front, and one in the back. Her eyes are gold, but with a thin line of silver just around the pupil. Standing on her hind legs, she is a little over 10 feet tall.

Personality: Although she is usually a spazz, but can have a nasty, violent temper when angered. Although she tries, she can't help but take even the smallest things personally. Due to her tendancy to be incredibly irritating, she tends to have a bit of trouble making new friends. Although, every once in a while, she can suddenly become very serious and secretive, like a very irritable hermit.

Past: Past? Hrm, gotta think that through.

Offense: Human Form: She tries to avoid fighting, being rather unexperienced in combat, but if push comes to shove, however, she'll pull something out of her hat and pelt her enemies with whatever she gets, be it a pile of bass or a bunch of coconuts.

Dragon Form: Like many dragons, she can breathe fire, but what she prefers to do is expel clouds of chlorine gas to harm her foes. Other than that there are, of course, the sharp talons on her feet.

Defense: Human Form: Nothing much, really, she usually shapeshifts into something stronger when in a battle she can't easily escape from.

Dragon Form: Her hard scales can deflect the average, unenchanted arrow, without leaving a scratch. She has a good resistance to heat, but being cold-blooded, she becomes sluggish and weak in very cold temperatures.

Special Abilities: Oi, doesn't the Offense and Defense stuff explain enough? Well, of course, she can shapeshift, her Dragon form can breathe fire and chlorine, and she can fly... bah, I'll have to think a bit more.

Home: Planet Roia, created by Maraha after a supernatural being called Reality appeared and destroyed the Realm of Insanity. What that is... well, I'm too lazy to type it all out at the moment.

Random Notes: All of this is under development. Serious development.

EDIT: Changed stuffs AGAIN...

[Maraha]

Name: Triste Verloren (Treest Ver-Lore-En)
Gender: Male
Age: 426
Specie: Human (Vampire)
Origin: From a planet called Dianocte, which was destroyed in some alien-induced explosion. (How very original.)

Looks: Looks rather normal, for a vampire. He has blue hair that just barely goes past his ears, and it is combed straight down so it almost covers his eyes. His irises are a mix of several shades of blue; from light to dark blue. The colors almost sparkle and swirl around his pupils. He has large raven-black feathered wings sprouting from his back.

Triste wears a silver tanktop underneath his long brown overcoat, and tight-ish black jeans held up with a brown leather belt. Although he is around 426 years old, he looks young, like he's in his mid 30s.

Personality: Spiteful and resentful at times, he dislikes any kind of company, dead or alive. For quite some time he hated feasting on blood, and turned to drinking Falseblood* instead. But after a rather bloody fight, he realised how tasty real blood could be. He prefers to feast on criminals and people who really won't be missed, but he may make the occasional exception.

Past: Deleted for omega stupidityness. Lets just say he was a sad littly angstpuppy.

Offense: He has a silver pistol hidden inside his overcoat, fully equiped with silver bullets an' all. And if he somehow manages to lose his magic powers and weapons he can always use his fangs and claws, of course.

Defense: Sometimes the best Offense is a good Defense, or something along those lines. *Is brick'd for being lazy*

Weaknesses: If he hasn't fed for four days he suffers from sunlight and becomes very vulnerable to fire, and he cannot get within a ten-foot radius of a white rose without feeling extreme nausea and muscle cramps. Just before he starts to suffer from sunlight, he slowly becomes more and more beastlike, his face becomes pale and his eyes turn black (or pure white, or even gold, it's unpredictable), and his nails turn to long sharp claws, and his wings become messy and more ruffled.

Special Abilities: He can fly, and can transform into an albino flying fox, a large fruit bat with facial-features similar to those of a fox.

Random Note(s): He's going through a lot of changes, he's not fully 'developed', I guess.
*Er... falseblood... Basically a special brew that staves off vampiric bloodlust. Tends to leave vampires a tad bit weak until they feast on real blood.