Shadow Slayers

Odessa saw Nicolas' nose bleeding, and took it upon herself to make a good first impression. "Here," she said, focusing her mind on healing his nose. Her pink orb glowed rose, producing a creamy-like substance that traveled on to his nose, and dried the blood while patching up any injury done.

"I know my healing magic isn't exactly the best, but that's all I can do for now. Combat and defense spells are what I excel at."

Enoch nodded and glanced in the direction of the blunt middle-aged woman. "I wouldn't write them off too soon. After all, if the children have made it this far, they must have at least some raw potential. However,"


His eyes scanned the younger half of the group as he continued to speak. "It just comes down to learning how to use it well and efficiently," He finished his visual sweep of the room on the cocky one, "And being open to learning."

Daryn rolled her eyes. Talk, talk. Let's all make a show of who is better, why don't we? All these damned mages think they know everything.

"I'm Daryn by the way. I'm here to join, blah blah, I've come a long way to get here, and I must say I am slightly disappointed. Not that anyone asked." She turned to the elven mage to her right. "You certainly don't look to be of the same caliber as these... people. What makes you think a talented elf like yourself needs the rest of this lot? You look like you could take an entire army of fearen on without a care."

"And you," She turned toward the similarly clad armored figure, "You look like you've been through hell." She looked her up and down, smirking. "Kinda like me."

Gaynor closed her eyes and turned her head away from the group, "tch, potential and luck more like it. Wanting to join a group like this willy nilly without considering their lack of strength they have is just going to get them killed."  she crossed her arms and looked down at the weeds growing out from the once neatly placed tiles of the church, "I didn't consider joining this guild to continue picking up the slack of others."

The woman rested her head on her oversized scarf, "As long as we eliminate those god damned fearen."

(((((UH I'M SORRY I'M A LITTLE LATE BUT I DOODLED THE EXCHANGE OF THESE THREE SORT OF??? I REALLY WANTED TO I AM SORRY))))

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Daryn looked behind her to see a man with an array of what looked like dusts and liquids. Tch, of course.
"Looks like it's me and you, Lettuce-head." Daryn said. She then paused. 'Hmm. Lettuce-head. Like head of lettuce? Aha. I'm funny.' A new smirk appeared on her face.

Name: Celty Locke (24)
Personality: Before the fearen's appeared Celty was kind and quiet, but easily manipulated. She has since been hardened by her days living in enemy territory. She was forced to do many things that are unspeakable in order to remain alive, and because of this has trouble letting herself be open to others. She is not below begging for her life, however, if things aren't in favor.
Fighting Abilities: Celty is a shapeshifter from a long forgotten clan (her main form is a slightly foxish humanoid). She mostly fights with claws from animals like wolves or bears. Full shapeshifting take a lot out of her, and if she's in a form for too long it can cause her to forget her old self, which is why it was so easy for the fearen's to manipulate her while she lived with them.
Past (optional): When the fearen's appeared, Celty took on the form of a fearen in order to avoid fighting them, knowing she would lose. During this time, she did terrible things against her own allies, putting her life ahead of others. She forgot what she was and began to think she truly was a fearen. However, when she produced an offspring that was half-fearen and half shape-shifter, the stress of the birth caused her to change back into her main form. The fearen's attacked her and she barely managed to make it out alive with her child. She found a witch who gave her a cloak to hide her offspring's fearen qualities, but at the price of half her life span. Now she travels from place to place, trying to find somewhere for her son to live peacefully before her shortened life expires.
Physical appearance: (below)

Name: Oxy Locke (1)
Personality: Oxy is shy and quiet. Most of his emotions are muddled due to conflicting instincts.
Other: Although Oxy is so young, he resembles more of a 3 or 4 year old than a 1 year old. Shapeshifter's age slightly faster or slower than humans according to what their main form is. 
Physical appearance: (below)

Name: Alroth of Atralock

Personality: Not what you would expect.

Fighting Abilities: Arloth is a heavy fighter with inhuman strength and resilience. His gigantic mace can smash through brick walls, and shatters bones to pieces. The weapon can also be transformed (as depicted below) into a flail for more range and versatility. Arloth can move surprisingly quickly despite the heavy armor, but is still strictly limited in how quickly, and is also lacking in agility as one would expect. In defensive situations, Arloth can plant his shield into the ground, making him virtually invulnerable to frontal non-magical attacks.

Past (optional): Arloth reportedly comes from a land called Atralock, but any well-versed traveler will tell you that there is no such place.

Physical appearance: (and we'll say an even 6' height since I forgot that in the picture.)