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What should be the name of our Round Table Group?

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Name (Possible Title too): Aalis Pecivl
Nickname: N/A
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Personality: It is hard to tell why Aalis took a contract with Aylssa at first glance. She seems to act like a caregiver to the dragon, who constatnly clings to her. She also tries to act as a parental figure to anyone younger than her that she is in the same Round Table with. She is just the mom you see in friend groups. She gets extremely upset if anyone mentions children around her, and she usually heads off on her own for a while, and not even Aylssa can talk to her.

Aalis likes things to be orderly and keep things tidy. She also tries to be a stone for others to be able to give their worries. She also attempts to be a role model to others.
Appearance: Aalis has pale skin and a mother's body. She is short. Her hair is a straight light blonde that falls down half-way down her back, however, she keeps her hair tied up in a bun. Her eyes are a light blue and are very expressive. She typically wears a white and green dress in the pesent typical medeival style that falls down to her knees. She also has brown knee-high books. However, when she is going to battle, she wears a green shirt, a belt around her stomache, that goes halfway down her thighes. Under that are brown cloth pants that are tucked into her brown boots.
Anima Element: Wind
Weapon (Optional): She uses a bow, when she isn't being a medic
Contract (Optional): Aylssa the dragon
Backstory (Optional): Aalis was a normal kid growing up. She didn't do much, she hardly got into trouble, and she was simply a law abiding person. When she got older though, she fell in love with a man and the two got married. That was when Aalis found out she was not normal. When she tried to have her first child one year after she got married, at age 24, her child was stilborn. Aalis and her husband were heartbroken. They kept trying every few year until they had a daughter they named Avina. They adored Avina. Aalis didn't care if she never had another child, as long as she could care for Avina until she was an adult. Avina was raised to be very caring, and she always tried to please everyone. However, she was very sickly. The child got sick very often, but she always lived, until she was six. Avina died at six years. During that time, Aalis' husband was out fighting in a war. Aalis got a letter a few months later letting her know that her husband died. Aalis broke into tears. A year later, Aylssa the dragon appeared to Aalis. The dragon gave her a contract, saying that she felt like Aalis needing some lifting up and maybe she could help others. Aalis accepted, not wanting to sit around her home with grief anymore.
Others: Others might dislike her because she is trying too hard to be the "mom."

And!

Spirit name: Aylssa
Anima Element: Wind
Species: Angelic dragon
Appearance: Aylssa is covered with soft white feathers instead of scales. She has pale blue eyes and no horns, though she has a feathery mane. She also has delicate white talons. Her feathers have a yellow tint. The end of her tail is scattered with longer feathers, the longer feathers being tipped with blue. Her wingtips fade into a soft blue. Around her right foreleg, the is an ornamentive golden bracelet that curls up from her ankle to her knee. She has a similar accessory around her tail and neck. The jewelry are thin strands of gold that interconnect with large spaces where her elegant feathers can be seen. She can appear as small as a ferret or as large as a meduium dog, depending on her mood. The happier she is, the larger she is. Fear also makes her shrink.
Personality: Aylssa is a child-like creature who is awfully naive. She is easily frightened and is basically what you think about when you think "a sweet child." She often sees the best in people and is very trusting of others, despite someone not exactly being trustful. She constantly wants to make others happy and she puts other people's happiness above her own. She doesn't show this though, as she always has a smile on her face, even if it is fake.

I know the bio is bad, but, eh, I'm flipping tired of this thing...
 

Schrift

Previously Schrift007
Name (Possible Title too): Tomiko Atrimenty. The Gluttony Eques

Nickname:

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: Tomiko is a person who doesn't seem to show much, of if any, emotion. Well it doesn't mean he doesn't experience it, he just does his best to keep it under wraps. This has often led to him being seen as cold, his monotone expression and his lack of tone in his speech. Though he may come off as this, that doesn't make him any less kind. He is highly empathetic and has a caring heart to almost all living creatures, which is surprising when you see his abilities. Level headed and calm at almost any given moment, he may sometimes crack a smile or two but that's about as much emotion as you may even see from him. In battle he is instead focused, fighting logically and using his abilities to help him in the fullest.

Appearance: Standing at a respectable 5'10, he isn't a giant by any means. His appearance seems not too out of ordinary. He normally wears a black waist coat over a white shirt. With the bottom having simple black trousers. To top off his entire look Tomiko wears a large black overcoat ,with red highlights, that go past his knees. On himself he wears a few personal accessories, a simple belt, gloves but above all else that stand out is that massive broadsword on his back. A towering behemoth of a blade. When Yami is activated, it appears as a black inky substance around his body. With crimson red eyes and maniacal smiles filled with sharp fangs. The spread can be anything from just his hand to an entire limb or even up to the majority of his body. It doesn't have a fixed shape and can mould itself into objects.

Anima Element: Air

Weapon (Optional): A large sword he likes to call the butcher's bane, a broad sword that is around 20cm wide and 1 meter long at the blade. Yes this is a big anime sword. When the blade activates gear shift mode, the blade unfolds. The right half of the blade flips upwards, connecting at the top to double the blade's length. This gives no real buff to the sword apart from doubling its length to give it greater reach.

Contract (Optional): The Archdevil Beelzebub

Backstory (Optional): Tomiko is the child of a lord, already giving him high status to begin with. But probably be the only good part to his back story. The province he lived in was not the wealthiest, nor was it the safest. To make it worse they were even under the threat of war from other provinces. Food was starting to run low due to the amount of demons attacking farmers. People were finding it harder to fight them off. The lord was having a hard time deciding what to do until it hit him. Tomiko was the answer! Tomiko wasn't so aware of the problems of the province of the time. For a child well, he was just a child. NOthing bothered him, he didn't know what was going on. He thought that the world was perfect, he thought everything was going properly. It was only when he was 5 did he learn what was going on.

Tomiko's father had invited him into a room, an empty room with only his father, the priest and a devil. That devil being the archdevil Beelzebub. Tomiko didn't understand, he didn't know what was going on. He couldn't understand anything that was being spoken. Tomiko just sat there as his normally stoic father, was seen shivering in fear infront of the archdevil. Tomiko didn't know what to do, he couldn't understand. All he could hear was the words "contract" and "Yami?". But soon Beelzebub approached Tomiko. A sly smile on his face as he asked Tomiko a simple question. "Will you protect these people?". Tomiko didn't think, he didn't question it, he just replied with a quick "yes". And from there his contract was formed. But Tomiko didn't know this. Tomiko didn't know it was a contract. After he had blurted out his answer, the room fell silent. The series of events that unfolded were unpleasant to say the least. The second the contract was formed, Beelzebub looked down at Tomiko. How naive he was the little boy. Beelzebub held his finger out, as a couple drops of blood fell from it. The blood was black and inky as it fell on the floor infront of Tomiko. That's when something happened, the blood began to grow as eyes formed on it, tens maybe hundreds of eyes all staring at Tomiko. It stared up at Tomiko, before it lunged at him. Grabbing him and latching onto him, the creature embedded itself into Tomiko. He felt it run in his veins. In his stomach, his brain and heart. It was everywhere. He couldn't escape it. It's rampant run, it wouldn't stop. Then everything went back to silent. As Tomiko pulled himself up from the floor, all he could feel was hunger. He was scared, hungry and confused. His appearance was also different. Tomiko's body had a substance on it, a weird black inky substance. Eyes protruded from all over the black substance, while teeth and mouths dotted around his body.

And that's how Tomiko's contract came to be. The substance in him soon became known as Yami. The contract was something Tomiko didn't know about, though as he grew up he quickly found out a few things from it. First of all, his hunger will never be satisfied. No matter how much he eats, nothing seems to fill his void. Second, although Yami can be suppressed it can still appear from Tomiko in times of emotional outburst or extreme hunger. The only thing that seems to suppress Yami enough was to eat, but the only thing he could eat that could hold down Yami was flesh. Not necessarily human or animal, but demons too.

Others: others
 
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Name (Possible Title too): Tomiko Atrimenty. The Gluttony Eques

Nickname:

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Personality: Tomiko is a person who doesn't seem to show much, of if any, emotion. Well it doesn't mean he doesn't experience it, he just does his best to keep it under wraps. This has often led to him being seen as cold, his monotone expression and his lack of tone in his speech. Though he may come off as this, that doesn't make him any less kind. He is highly empathetic and has a caring heart to almost all living creatures, which is surprising when you see his abilities. Level headed and calm at almost any given moment, he may sometimes crack a smile or two but that's about as much emotion as you may even see from him. In battle he is instead focused, fighting logically and using his abilities to help him in the fullest.

Appearance: Standing at a respectable 5'10, he isn't a giant by any means. His appearance seems not too out of ordinary. He normally wears a black waist coat over a white shirt. With the bottom having simple black trousers. To top off his entire look Tomiko wears a large black overcoat ,with red highlights, that go past his knees. On himself he wears a few personal accessories, a simple belt, gloves but above all else that stand out is that massive broadsword on his back. A towering behemoth of a blade. When Yami is activated, it appears as a black inky substance around his body. With crimson red eyes and maniacal smiles filled with sharp fangs. The spread can be anything from just his hand to an entire limb or even up to the majority of his body. It doesn't have a fixed shape and can mould itself into objects.

Anima Element: Air

Weapon (Optional): A large sword he likes to call the butcher's bane, a broad sword that is around 20cm wide and 1 meter long at the blade. Yes this is a big anime sword. When the blade activates gear shift mode, the blade unfolds. The right half of the blade flips upwards, connecting at the top to double the blade's length. This gives no real buff to the sword apart from doubling its length to give it greater reach.

Contract (Optional): The Archdevil Beelzebub

Backstory (Optional): Tomiko is the child of a lord, already giving him high status to begin with. But probably be the only good part to his back story. The province he lived in was not the wealthiest, nor was it the safest. To make it worse they were even under the threat of war from other provinces. Food was starting to run low due to the amount of demons attacking farmers. People were finding it harder to fight them off. The lord was having a hard time deciding what to do until it hit him. Tomiko was the answer! Tomiko wasn't so aware of the problems of the province of the time. For a child well, he was just a child. NOthing bothered him, he didn't know what was going on. He thought that the world was perfect, he thought everything was going properly. It was only when he was 5 did he learn what was going on.

Tomiko's father had invited him into a room, an empty room with only his father, the priest and a devil. That devil being the archdevil Beelzebub. Tomiko didn't understand, he didn't know what was going on. He couldn't understand anything that was being spoken. Tomiko just sat there as his normally stoic father, was seen shivering in fear infront of the archdevil. Tomiko didn't know what to do, he couldn't understand. All he could hear was the words "contract" and "Yami?". But soon Beelzebub approached Tomiko. A sly smile on his face as he asked Tomiko a simple question. "Will you protect these people?". Tomiko didn't think, he didn't question it, he just replied with a quick "yes". And from there his contract was formed. But Tomiko didn't know this. Tomiko didn't know it was a contract. After he had blurted out his answer, the room fell silent. The series of events that unfolded were unpleasant to say the least. The second the contract was formed, Beelzebub looked down at Tomiko. How naive he was the little boy. Beelzebub held his finger out, as a couple drops of blood fell from it. The blood was black and inky as it fell on the floor infront of Tomiko. That's when something happened, the blood began to grow as eyes formed on it, tens maybe hundreds of eyes all staring at Tomiko. It stared up at Tomiko, before it lunged at him. Grabbing him and latching onto him, the creature embedded itself into Tomiko. He felt it run in his veins. In his stomach, his brain and heart. It was everywhere. He couldn't escape it. It's rampant run, it wouldn't stop. Then everything went back to silent. As Tomiko pulled himself up from the floor, all he could feel was hunger. He was scared, hungry and confused. His appearance was also different. Tomiko's body had a substance on it, a weird black inky substance. Eyes protruded from all over the black substance, while teeth and mouths dotted around his body.

And that's how Tomiko's contract came to be. The substance in him soon became known as Yami. The contract was something Tomiko didn't know about, though as he grew up he quickly found out a few things from it. First of all, his hunger will never be satisfied. No matter how much he eats, nothing seems to fill his void. Second, although Yami can be suppressed it can still appear from Tomiko in times of emotional outburst or extreme hunger. The only thing that seems to suppress Yami enough was to eat, but the only thing he could eat that could hold down Yami was flesh. Not necessarily human or animal, but demons too.

Others:
Ooooo
Ngl, thats a heavy Weapon he got.
Looking good, Looking good, your bio lacks Just one thing mentioned in rules.
 
4 Archdevils and 4 Archangels are the very top in spirits society, even a beings considered a deities from our world mythology are not greater than this 8 beings.

As world was created, the five Archangels were born from the beggining of creation. But one of them rebbeled and tried to destroy this world, other four stood against that Archangel and killed it, from its body underworld was created and four Archdevils were born.
I wanted to add that earlier but gosh making 7 whole bios is tiring...
Also Shrift made his character connected to Beelzebub with my blessing if someone would want something from one of those beings feel free to tell me and discuss it. ^^


Spirit name: Uriel
Anima Element(same as contracted): Fire
Species: Archangel
Appearance: He appears as a handsome, tall angel with short red-ginger hair and side-swept bangs with orange eyes. He dons a red noble-style, high collar golden line shirt with high collar overcoat with golden line at the wrist that is lapsed with golden belt, white pants and white shoes.

When in flight, his wings appear as a light aura on his back.
Personality:he is calm, collective, and seems to get along with other archangels.
He is known among them as one that can make a really cold but reasonable most of the time decisions.
Others: look look, its there
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Spirit name: Gabriel
Anima Element(same as contracted): Air
Species: Archangel
Appearance: She appears as a beautiful, slim angel with long pink braid hair with the golden cult at the end, green eyes and bright pale skin. She wears an off-shoulder mermaid trend white dress with a slit, gloden line at the rim wrist, the rim shoulder and the rim waist. She also wears a pair of knee-length Golden boots.
Personality: She gets along with other archangels and seems to be like Sister figure to the three others. She seems serious at times and can calmly deal with any danger.
Others: Look look part two
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Spirit name: Raphael, Flightless Archangel of Earth
Anima Element(same as contracted): Earth
Species: Archangel
Appearance: Handsome Archangel with long blue hair and eyes, his clothing is similar to Uriel but with Silver lines and not Golden ones.
Personality: Raphael loves art and humans so it gives both of those equal amount of attencion, he is rather inpatient in a fight but it often is to his advandage and doesnt make it really a weakness. He tends to get along well with other Archangels, especially Gabriel that usually compliments on his art.
Others: Part Three of Look
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Spirit name: Michael, Archangel of Ultimate Defense, Head of the Angels.
Anima Element(same as contracted): Water
Species: Archangel
Appearance: He wears white clothes, and high-cut white leather boots. He sports long, flowing blonde hair that nearly touches the floor, and when in flight, possesses shining white wings of light on his back. He is mostly seen donning a long white overcoat that is clasped at the waist, while wearing high collared shirt overlain with a light blue vest, finishing off with a simple blue crystal pendant on his neck.
Personality: Being the head of angels, Michael is extremely kind and gentle, and cares for all the beings in both the underworld and the human world.He is also shown to have a mischievous side to him as he takes to poking fun at Archdevil Mephistopheles from time to time.
Others: Others
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Spirit name: Mastema, Archdevil of Strategy
Anima Element: Thunder
Species: Archdevil
Appearance: Mastema is seen m/with smaller black horns protruding from his temples, he has light green hair with very light black narrow eyes with black T-shaped lines below each of them. He is seen wearing a green long-sleeved shirt with a black line running down the middle of it and four thinner lines coming out from the line 2 from each side. He wears semi-tight black pants with black boots. He also sports a pair of Black Angel Wings with a slight faded green tint in the center.
Personality: Mastema enjoys puzzles and Games rather than fighting like Mephistopheles and Beelzelbub. He acts extremely high and mighty and thinks of himself as the smartest in the world which may or may not be the case. Mastema also often interveres in fights between Mephisto and Beelzebub by thinking he has been trying to keep these fights even because if one were to lose he would be the winners next target, meaning all this was for self preservation.
Others: Others

Name: Astaroth, Mother of Devils
Anima Element: Earth
Species: Archdevil
Appearance: She appears as a tall, beautiful devil with long black hair and blunt bangs, purple eyes along with head-down silver horns grown from the temple. She wears a high-collar sleeveless plunging V-neck short black dress with a long black trench behind and a pair of black stripy wedge high-heels. In addition, she polishes the black color to her fingernails and toenails.
Personality: she seems to have a neutral relationship with her brothers and when new devil is born, she seems cheerful. She is calm, confident and calculous being who will do everything to ensure the devil race stand on top. Much like her brothers, Astaroth has a central desire to prolong and strength the devil race given her motherly nature to those she has created.
Others: Others

Name: Beelzebub, Archdevil of Slaughter
Anima Element: Air
Species: Archdevil
Appearance:Like his brother Mephisto Beelzebub also has a restrained form. In this form he looks like Mephisto but with blue-black hair and cobolt eyes.
In Beelzebub's true form he sports dark grey leather pants as well as a sleeveless dark grey shirt with a high, pointed collar. His hair drops down to below his waist and he has dark silver horns.
Personality: As the Archdevil of Slaughter, Beelzebub has both tremendous power and a love for killing, which separates him from Mephisto who only enjoys a good fight. He sports a lifetime rivalry with his oldest sibling Mephisto, wanting nothing more than to kill his elder brother and take his place at the top of the Devil's hierarchy. Beelzebub is exceptionally brutal, violent, and bloodthirsty, even more so than Mephistopheles. He loves the sight of murder and death, and even seeing something breathing right in front of him angers him to no end.
Others: Others
 
@Clunpsy @Cmeriwether @Crystal1302 @Schrift @ThePlayfulFox @Killerbunny the god @Nightshade @Spoiled Bread

Sorry for Such huge ping and sorry if I forgot about someone.. Thing is..
Who is still interested in rp, as I know it doesnt have the fastest pace or people can be busy. I want to keep it alive and wait for all of you, but if someone feels that they may not manage or simply see it as boring and dont want to continue this anymore then please tell me now. :'|
And for those that will want to continue this rp and story I will be glad to continue it with you! :)
 
@Clite of Dragonbow

I'm so glad this roleplay might be getting a revival, I missed it the first Time around and it looks so cool! Always love a heavy fantasy with a chance to put my mythical beast obsession to use.

Just question, can I still jump in, perhaps as a reserve for someone? If not then no problem, I understand. :3
Nah, its not a problem, there is always Space for one more person :)

Idk if a Reserve for someone is needed, Just come and join us!
As of now there was an official meeting and short morning training So you would Say your charakter got late or that they were there from the very beggining.
So I dont mind you joining, but let me see your bio when you make it too!
 
Bio template (Eques):
Name:
Branko Northstar
Nickname: "Wildbeast", loudly nicknamed as such by a gaggle of tipsy men who attempted to shoot down a fat goose from its midnight perch. Instead of a hearty meal, they ended up with a concussion and such a scare that it indefinitely made them stop poisoning their minds. Somnus is fond of this one.
Age: 20
Gender: Non-Binary (They/Them)

Personality: Branko is... difficult to pinpoint. Partially because they mostly aren't around, preferring to keep to themselves or watch from their cover in the trees. Other than that, they are all adjectives you could use to describe a lone wolf stalking through a wald- Wild, ruthless when the need arises, and maybe a little more lonely than a wolf should be. A front of proud indifference, with close-held fury simmering just underneath.
There are time times when it seems like they wish to form a connection, especially due to their overwhelming empathy, but those are sporadic at best, and since they fell out of the etiquette of proper human-to-human communication... You get the picture.
They are more in touch with the natural world, both due to their contract and their upbringing. There, they seem most at home, and finding rock formations they can climb is one of the times you can catch a glimpse of their rare true smiles. In their lonely moments, most of all, they simply seem exhausted.

Despite it all, they haven't been part of a group in a long time, and that got to them. Manage to sidestep their avoidance and bear the brunt of their less than stellar temper, and they will soon be a better protector than an actual wolf could ever be. For the few who reach out, Branko will do anything just to help, anything at all...

Appearance: You would not be blamed for thinking that Branko is a vengeful spirit instead of a person, or human at all. Their skin is pale and papery, stretched over their burly, stocky body that still somehow manages to seem bony- not in the sense that they would crumble into ashes upon contact, but that their bones could scrape you if you were to touch them.
Their eyes are the most lively part of them all, the unnatural scarlet animalistic in its vigilant gaze. Branko's wispy hair is mane-like, its ends settle upon their shoulders and it has the shade of grey that would make Branko seem much older than they are, if they weren't adorned in the warning feeling of being able to spring into deadly movement upon the slightest provocation. This feeling might lessen if someone would take notice of the almost-loose twin lace braids at the sides, gathered together in the back of their head with a glimmering wedding band, but one doesn't stare at their back for long without feeling that Branko can tell.

They wear standard chainmail armor, but that isn't what catches eyes the most. Upon it, they wear an unorthodox cloak- the wooly white skin of a mountain goat, its head as a hood with horns still intact and faint demonic runes over its body. Its lapels are connected by a short black chain with a round ornament, the deep gashes on it almost completely covering the symbol of a two-headed heron. Branko's whip is most usually coiled across their shoulders, while their picks hang by their hips.

Anima Element: Earth

Weapon: Despite what most expect of them, they prefer to avoid unnecessary deaths when a show of power will do just fine. As such, their preferred weapon is a long bullwhip, made from leather core and wrapped in live barberry, it's wood ashen and sparse leafs pale red.
With even the weakest jolt of intention and earth anima, the barberry branches sprout unnatural serrated fang-like thorns- while a hit from "non-active" whip is in no way pleasant, especially with the force Branko puts in their hits, the thorns are capable of piercing through the skin and several layers beneath, not doing so gently.

For close combat, they switch to a pair of ice-climbing picks. They can be connected by the whip, but Branko is not yet experienced with fighting with this form instead of against it.

Contract: Somnus, an ancient unicorn born when humans started forming the very first kingdoms.

Backstory:
It's sometimes difficult to imagine that Branko wasn't always like this, but there indeed was a time, as short as it has been.

Branko was born to a small farming community settled under the mountainside. The community was a peculiar one, made mostly from orphans and barely-pardoned criminals with nowhere else to go. Hidden under the protection of the local governor, this was a safe haven for them- but they never got to be truly self-reliant, being forced to export well over half of what they made, and in the constant danger of governor letting them wither back into the system were the quotas not met.

As such, the people there prioritized work over anything else, and so Branko's parents led them towards becoming a cattle herder the moment they could reliably walk. Over the years, they spent most of their time accompanying the grazing animals and learned more from them than their own parents. And this is the prime reason why when the cows led them further and further up the mountains, they trusted their instincts.

There, they discovered something they have never seen before- mountain sheep, jumping over the slopes cows could never reach. Now, Branko has never seen a sheep before, but they were a smart child. They saw a high number of animals no one accounted for, and they figured out that the wool was the same they saw on the governor's cloak. That was the only time that Branko ever rushed the animals back into their stables.

Branko's parents weren't ever cruel, but they had a spotty track record of being truly good fellows and Branko didn't expect them to be any other way. This is why they were surprised when they allowed Branko to attempt herding the mountain sheep- all the while sidestepping the governor completely, planning to sell the sheep's wool on their own and splitting it among the communities most needed.

But Branko had to do so alone. Adults could not leave their work and other local children only ever been to the fields and outskirts of forests, afraid of the wilderness Branko experienced on daily.

And so Branko, aged barely 12, went out further into the mountains than any other local did, getting braver each passing day. Shivering in the cold air, they meticulously took notes of the herd's trails, numbers, and hierarchy, with the herd tolerating their distant presence but never acknowledging it. You see, while these mountain sheep of course had predators, they never had one of the human sorts. And Branko simply didn't seem like some creature important enough to raise a hassle.

So Branko was allowed to follow in their hoofsteps, learning how to move atop the rocky terrain. And they got confident in it fast, as their mind seemed to awaken to some old instinct, naturally knowing which paths were safe to take and when it was better to slow down and reconsider.

Until they didn't quite make the leap.

It wasn't as much of a tumble as it was a plunge that they were very lucky to survive. Suddenly, the earth collapsed underneath them with a crackle of old wood, and their badly bruised body fell into shallow waters of a concealed underground ravine.

Upon awakening, the only reason they could get back onto their legs was panicked adrenalin. They couldn't move their arm, their bloodied clothes were soaked and they could barely breathe, the chasm being exposed to fresh air for the first time in centuries.

Their tears clouded their eyes and all they could hear was the chattering of their teeth, and they only realized that they weren't alone due to the most comforting sound of them all, the loud breaths of a deeply sleeping animal. There, lying with half of its body in the water, was a giant black mule, wearing a painful-looking bridle of pale gold.

Maybe it was their connection for animals, maybe just the need of a scared child to not be so alone, but they ambled their way to the mule, removing the bridle with shaking hands and falling against the animal's side when it unexpectedly shattered.

The next time they awoke, their bruises were only inconvenient aches, and a wonderous creature with a softly glowing horn was curled around them, watching over them with a soft and incredibly sad gaze. No one could have told you for sure who needed the comfort more, the fallen child or the creature that awoke from a hundred years' worth of sleep it was forced into.

It was a new beginning for both of them. They got out of the ravine side-by-side, with Branko guiding the yet nameless unicorn down the mountain and the unicorn at some point lifting Branko onto his back when even their safest path proved too much for the shaken child.

Under the cloak of night, they both reached the village, and Branko's parents never raised any questions about the strange mule, feeling like it was right where it was supposed to be all along. A contract after that was only a formality, as both the child and unicorn knew they would never fully leave each other's side again.

Surprisingly, not much has changed then. Branko still ventured into the mountains, the only difference now was that with their companion gladly carrying supplies, they didn't have to come back down every night. The mountain sheep immediately recognized the unicorn - Now, Somnus- for who he was, and they greeted both him and Branko like loved royalty returning from a long journey.

With a unicorn by Branko's side, herding all the sheep into one collective was an easy task. Getting them familiar with the shearing process was a bit more troubling, but with a unicorn around, the mountain winds were kinder than they have ever been and the sheep soon enough didn't have a need for half of it. Their wool sold well- so well, actually, that it was decided that Branko's time away from the herd was time wasted. The village people decided to appoint people to walk up the mountain each month to collect it, instead of Branko having to walk down with small quantities every week.

And for 5 years, Branko lived their life out in the company of animals that soon became his own herd. They ate what they ate, walked their paths, and became them in all but a body, embracing their life with natural grace. Pulled in by the presence of a unicorn, many more animals settled in the mountains during the years, and Branko learned the way of every single one of them. The only reason why they haven't sworn off human language as a whole was that Somnus needed someone to talk to, having many and many words stored.

And Branko thought they had no need for humans anymore- until a boy crashed into their life. Literary crashed into them from the foliage, ill and on the run from a giant eagle summon. The summon dispersed at the sight of Somnus, but the boy stayed in Branko's arms, running a high fever and so much smaller than any boy their age should be.

And so, Branko tended to him for a long while after that. His name was Dakhart and he could not be part of their herd, as he was quite clumsy and bound to fall off a slope the moment Branko left his side. But the young lambs liked his games and Somnus didn't ever consider hiding his nature from him, and so Branko soon grew to like his company.

Dakhart always joked around and patiently waited till Branko realized the meaning of his words so they both could laugh together. He was a singer and his joyous screech almost caused a stampede when he discovered that Branko could play the flute. They spent the longest nights of the year harmonizing, only drifting off when one of them leaned against the other.

One should not blame Branko for falling in love so easily. They were still very, very human. And so, when Dakhart's friends and colleagues, a band of mercenaries, came to rescue him, Dakhart only needed one day to convince Branko to join them.

The rest is not for me to say. All you need to know is that Branko found a new herd, side by side with the person they loved above all... Maybe except Somnus, but you better believe it was a close win. Soon enough, they discovered that Dakhart's illness comes and goes, and returns stronger each time. Someday, he would not be able to recover from it. But Branko would never let that come to pass.

It all happened in one, singular night. Dakhart died with nothing left to bury and Somnus carried half-dead Branko back to the camp, only to find that ambush of demonic forces savaged the other mercenaries while they were away, halving their number before they disappeared from the meaningless nowhere they came from.

Branko wasn't the same after that. The mercenaries picked themselves up, but Branko never joined them again when they weren't fighting. Instead, they followed in their footsteps, finishing the jobs they themselves couldn't due to the unnecessary dangers, all the while heedlessly throwing themselves into fights with demons who crossed their paths. More than once, they brought them back from the brink of death just barely, and Branko seemed less thankful for it each passing time.

And so, they made an appeal for Branko to join the new Round Table, hoping that a new cause will spark some life in them. Once again, Branko only has Somnus for company, and this time around they don't feel like they get the chance to escape the cold water again.

Others:
Among others of their specialties, they have a pan flute on them at all times.

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Spirit bio
Spirit name:
"Somnus". Most unicorns refuse a name but he is quite enthusiastic about having one.
Anima Element: Earth
Species: Unicorn following the old lore, when they were known more for slaying rampaging dragons than sleeping in laps of maidens.

Appearance: Somnus is of olden days, and thus it's given he won't follow the notions of unicorns we know today- but the differences are astounding. His body is not lithe by any means, possessing the build of a tall markhor than an Arabian horse, evoking nature's grandness instead of peaceful purity. His coat is steely gray, and it's constantly leaving behind a trail of smoke. His underside and legs are onyx black as if he swam through a lake of ink, but it still gives off a faint rainbow shimmer as he moves, glistening like a pearl. On his forehead is a white, star-shaped mark, from which protrudes a black and twisted horn, tall as a blade is long.
His flowing mane and the end of his long, lion-like tail are the purest white one could hope to found find, stretching all the way to the ground, knowing that no force natural or otherwise could ever dirty them.

To mask himself to those unaware of his true nature, he can appear as a fluffy, black draft mule- One with a strange, refined gait and more beauty than a mule should ever possess.

Personality: Somnus could be described as a storyteller, but it's more likely he just adores to hear himself talk and have others to listen. It's strange how he appears more human than Branko does, with his curiosity about every little thing and inability to ever stay truly still. He likes to talk about what he lived through and the world of old, but no one can ever truly be sure if the events he's describing are true or just a product of his imagination, least of all him. Despite all he went through which made him feel the opposite, he is still a unicorn- one that knows little of his own beauty and too much of fear and loneliness, but a unicorn still.

Others: He is especially receptive to undead and soulless, who feel unease around him in return, the lesser going as far as to avoid his path completely.
 
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Against my better judgment, I'm still in. Might take forever due to real life, but still!

Uh, recap?
Here it is
Since your past post the short training began, first there was practice of manipulating your Anima in form of aura surrounding user body called Aura Manifestation. After this there was a practice of menaging to protect itself from attacks of a Spirit. Felix was the one attacking and was trying not to harm you on first day ^^ (No worry, second training in future will probably be a personal one.. For every person different)
 
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