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Posted 12/7/12 , edited 12/10/12
Name: derp
Age: 8+
Gender: derp
Race: Beastia or Human
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NA: (normal abilities, i guess talents and such)
FA: (Fera abilities, things your fera allows you to do)
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Posted 12/10/12 , edited 1/25/13
Name:Penelope S. Jerkins
Age: 14
Gender: female
Race: Beastia
Fera: Cat
NA: Gossip and rumors (intell), work, cooking,
FA: always lands on her feet after falling, can jump to high places, claws (her nails become class), sensitive ears
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Bio:
-Born to original parents
-Father died at war (before she was born)
- Mother was depressed for a couple years and even had suicidal attempts infront of her own daughter
- Mother finally remarried
-They had a second child, she adores her younger sister
-Mother died giving birth
-Father remarried only a few months later
-Cat developed a hatred for her father and other men
-Only got along well with women
- The stepparents died in an accident, (theres a rumor that the cat caused it)
-No one wanted to take them in for to long because the cat would cause problems
-She would rat on the men and always be rude and sometimes ruin marriages
-She gained her first gift ears for being socially inclined regarding the gossip mill
-Gained the tail for being well kept
-Gained the hind legs for not fearing heights
-Eventually the grandmother of the cat's original father took them in
-Recently she has died and the girls, not wanting to go to another false family
decided to live on their own in the city.
-Unfortunately, being country girls, they have no idea of the horrors that await them in the cities

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Name: Taiga C. Lem
Age: 19
Gender: female
Race: Beastia
Fera: Red Panda
NA: Manipulation, tactics/strategies,
FA: balance
Personality: (Pros): Wise (Cons): Sarcastic, Temperamental, Inconsiderate
Bio:
-Shes only gained the tail and ears of her red panda and has only listened to her fera those two times
-Grew up under the influence of a mafia lord
-Learned at an early age that people are only pawns for your own use
-Started drinking when she was fourteen and has been since then
-Left her father at the age of seventeen and likes to travel from place to place in search for her mother
-Is known over the country in many brothels and mafia branches.
-When she is drunk she cant control her "gifts" and thus her tail and ears will appear.
-Sometimes she'll pay the brothel's she visits with potential workers she picked up the street
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(ofcourse her tail isnt THAT big but you get the point lol)

Name: Madilynn B. Greyson
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Fera: Chickadee
NA:
FA: High Pheromone Levels
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Madilynn was always in the shadow of her older sister Karen, especially with their mother, but she never mined. She admired her older sister greatly, in fact a lot of people did. Madalynn on the other hand was very socially awkward and usually ignored. She only had two friends, her older sister and her childhood friend Cadmus. Cadmus and Madilynn usually spent their afternoon together. Madilynn would always pick what they would do, particularly because Cadmus really didn't give a shit what they did. One day they decided to simply lay in the grass and look at the clouds roll by. She realized how much she loved the sky that day. it would be nice to fly... she thought, and someone answered her. It wasn't Cadmus because he obviously couldn't read minds. Madilynn noticed a chickadee in a tree and asked if it was speaking to her and it answered yes. As a greeting gift it gave her what she wanted, the ability to fly. Wing began to sprout out of her back, bloody and wet. The pain was so intense that she actually fainted. She woke up the next day to find herself and her wings very clean. She found out meany things he next day. About the Fera's and the Beastia. How Cadmus got her help and her dad came and got her. She also found out that Cadmus was also a Beastia. This led to a horrible misunderstanding between them. She was hurt that he had been lying to her and keeping it a secret. They got into a heated argument and stopped talking to each other. Word soon got out of Maddie's incident and she got picked on relentlessly at school and was shunned by her mother. She still found a sound place within her kind older sister and loving father. Soon this changed. Her father got a promotion and often had to make business trips. With the father gone the mother would take any opportunity to attack Madilynn with only her sister to protect her. One day she and her sister decided to go get icecream after school and talk. Along the way though they were jumped by three boys from Madilynn's class. The even threw rocks. Cadmus was there to, he watched in unapparent horror as they attacked her. Madilynn had shut her eyes and prepared to get hit but she didn't get hit. Instead she heard a loud smack. It was like the rock hit something hard. she opened her eyes to find her sister on the sidewalk bleeding from the side of her head. The first person she saw was Cadmus and automatically blamed him for it as the children ran away. They told her that her sister died quickly. She was happy about that, but wanted to switch with her. It would have been better if she had died anyways, her mother agreed with her and made sure it was etched into her mind. Madilynn, lonely and with nothing to keep her there, packed what she could carry, and left her home town. Unaware that it was also the same day Cadmus did.
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Name: Noah K. Hemming
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Fera: Cockroach
NA: Grunt Work
FA: Acid/nuclear/Poison protection, sight, high metabolism
Personality: (Pros): Cheerful, Kind, Devoted, Forgiving, (Cons): Shy, Bland/boring, Fearful, Useless
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His parents were scientists of the government and always did things in secrecy. This made him very unhappy, and fearful of them. He knew that since they worked for the government that the could do anything to him if he misbehaved or didnt meet their standards. When he learned of his Fera he dreaded every moment of his childhood keeping it a secret until his parents started asking him questions. They had found out that he was talking to his fera in his sleep and began simple tests on him saying that it would be for the greater good. So at first he was fine with it, besides he never got sick by anything they did. His parents found this strange, apparently his fera had already gave him a gift upon meeting. he was able to withstand anything, radiation,poisons, acids, even illnesses. Unfortunately some tests did leave some aftermath, this his bleached hair and a couple patches of discolored skin. He didnt care for it though because he though the hair made him look cooler. Eventually he grew older and learned that these tests where really only hurting his kind. Angry he packed what he could carry and left in the middle of the night when his parents weren't aware.

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Name: Liam A. Harrison
Age: 17
Gender: male
Race: Beastia
Fera: Raven
NA: Reading, Disguises/Acting, High stamina, Gunsmanship and Knives
FA: Keen eye, flight, alert or heightened senses, Speedy/fast reflexes
Personality: (Pros): (Cons): Distant, cold, grumpy,
Bio:
When he was a boy his family went into hiding when the genocide started. Unfortunately the neighbors gave into pressure and his family and the couple the housed them were arrested. His family wasn't shipped to the nearest camp and the couple soon became forgotten. On the train ride to the camp his spirit animal, a raven, first spoke to him "Observe your surroundings with a keen eye." and upon arrival he searched for every little detail that would provide useful to him and his family, it even saved his sister. Liam convinced one of the more "kinder" guards that his sister was old enough to do labor. He was awarded with what his spirit animal calls "A Raven's Eyes". He continued his studies this for many days while he worked so he wouldn't provoke any suspicions. He learned things that he shared with his sister, and the two were able to stay less hungry than the others. Unfortunately his parents died unable to keep any sorts of healthy. They didn't stop to grieve, the siblings kept working and devising plans for escape until one day they succeeded. On that day his spirit animal gave him new wisdom that changed him forever. Upon escaping his little sister was shot in the lower leg and she became unable to walk. She tumbled after him but couldn't keep up, and began pleading for help. He wasn't listening to her, he only heard "Do whatever necessary to survive." which only meant one thing....abandon her to live. So he did, he left her behind to die while escaped into the forest. He ran never looking back and continued to run till his legs collapsed under him and blacked out. He slept dreamless, hearing nothing but "Well done, this is my gift to you". He woke up the next day with wings sprouting from his back, it was one of the most painful things he has ever experienced. That day still haunts him in his dreams, but he has, up till the now, never gone against the words of his spirit animal. In doing so he has become one of the most successful rebels in the rebellion.
-He has a bar code on his cheek that reminds him of the days back at the camp. He only covers it up on missions.
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Posted 12/10/12 , edited 1/26/13
Name: Jekaterina (Jek, Jeka, Jekat, Jeky) Mama Goryunov
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Beastia
Fera: Raccoon
NA: Cooking, Cleaning, Dancing, Sewing, Gardening, Fighting [Hand-to-Hand], Stealing [Pickpocketing, Robbing, the such]
FA: Stealth [Though she's not prone to use it]; Climbing; Tactile impulses; Agility, Mostly pick up Green Light [Vision is poor]
Personality: (Pros) Loyal; Mostly Calm; Tenacious; Fearless; Valiant; Noble;Generous (Cons) Low Self-Worth; Careless in own Safety; Overprotective; Unexpressive, Borderline Alcoholic, Low Intelligence
Bio:
_Jekaterina was left in the care of the homeless as an infant, denying her a normal childhood in Northern Russia. She grew up in a large, unknown underground community where those with nothing lived together in both a harmonious and chaotic agreement. As far as Jekaterina can remember, she had always been alone, and she doesn’t argue for or against this idea. It wasn’t until she was older that she discovered her Fera and sought its company. He taught her everything he knew, the right and the wrong and the shades of grey represented by his strips. She felt isolated from the others, and she naturally thought of only her own well-being, that is, until her Fera revealed his first lesson to her. She became extremely generous and a hero among the poor, stealing and sharing her bounty. Sadly, she was shunned once she received her Fera’s first gift, the arms of a Raccoon fit for a human her size.
_Carrying her Fera’s words to heart, she continued to help those in her same condition and slowly regained popularity though it didn’t matter to her. Soon her Fera taught her another lesson, to never fear becoming ugly and after embracing such ideals she gained the head, the teeth, muzzle, nose, ears, eyes, and mask of a Raccoon. Her Fera worried she’s not learning quickly enough or correctly, since he believes she takes the advice as if she were already unappealing. When confronted, she denies such, claiming that she no longer cares for her looks or for herself in general. Her Fera now knows he’s failed as her guide through life and hopes he can mend his mistakes through his next lessons.
_When she was first shunned from others, Jekat found comfort in locating her old home, abandoned and falling apart. She found bits and pieces of her past and of who her parents were, but the most important thing she found was a letter of three years sitting in a rusty and plant covered mailbox. It was in English, but she wrote back anyhow and was greeted with another letter several months later in her own language from a lonely child in a horrible land. She grew to care for him deeply, wanting him safe and happy, and she wrote to him for years. They each wrote letters sometimes several pages long about how they were, what they were thinking, and eventually more personal things such as their hopes and dreams. She called him her little baby bird and he in return used her middle name, Mama. After more than six years of this, she finally made the decision to visit him and to help him escape his prison of a home.
_Unfortunately, she hadn't known that there would be no leaving the strange country; she had entered it so easily. She and her baby bird have traveled around the country for about six months now, looking for a permanent, safe home or a way out. In that time she has begun to learn to speak English. Unlike her baby bird, she isn't gifted in learning multiple languages let alone a second one.
★_Her name was written on an object that is very dear to her... Her middle name is truly Mama, both familiar in English and Russian as a tender name for a mother... She is a dirty blonde standing at 5'6'' with purplish eyes and soft features...
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Name: Fyodor (Theodoros) Goryunov
Age: 16 (Recently turned so)
Gender: Male
Race: Beastia
Fera: Rosefinch
NA: Reading, Writing, Multilingual (English, Russian, German, French, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, and learning others...), Forging, Counting Cards
FA: Flight, [Eventually, Wide Visual Field...]
Personality: (Pros) Passionate, Intelligent, Mature, Confident (Cons) Soft-spoken, Sheltered, Naive, Child-Like, Clumsy
Bio:
_Fyodor was born Theodoros, after his Grandfather whom was Russian and long forgotten. He and his parents carry no obvious Russian traits, all three living most of their lives in PLACE. His parents, however, are wealthy and religious entrepreneurs, receiving nothing but respect and worship from those with the demonic voices of “Feras” clouding their minds. Sadly, they found that their only son was one possessed by an animal, making him unclean, a stain on their perfect reputation, so they kept him hidden away from the world. His mother still loved him, though afraid to touch, but his father was heartless in his attempts to rid Fyodor’s soul of the devil. He was isolated in his room, never seeing the light of day or the glow of night with only knowledge to keep him going completely mad. A kind servant, a Beastia like Fyodor with a strange chain around his neck would bring him books both new and old, from the outside world and from the family’s basement.
_In one of these boxes, Fyodor found an address book with fresh dust. With his loneliness peaking at the early age of eight, he wrote every address and awaited a little more than three years for a reply from a Beastia whom shared his surname. It was in Russian, so he studied the language, finding a love for it and soon learned others, and he wrote back a few months after explaining his life, why he wrote to her, and why he had taken him so long to write back. For years he wrote to her, finally finding someone to could communicate with. He grew to love her as a mother, using her middle name as an excuse to lovingly call her Mama, and in return she called him her little “ptenets”, or baby bird in Russian, as was his Fera in his dreams.
_Then, something awful took place, and he was unable to write letters to his cousin for a while. When he finally had the strength to, he wrote only a page back, describing how scared and alone he felt once again. After a few more letters, he was informed that the girl was coming to get him, coming to rescue him. He was delighted, of course, he only had one regret and then only one promise. When Mama came to free him, he didn’t know they would be unable to leave the country. Now he roams the land with her, looking for a safe and secure home or, even better, a way to leave.
★_Red hood was made by Jekat... His birth name was Theodoros after his Grandfather, whom has Russian Blood... Jekat renamed him Fyodor, which was his Grandfather's proper name... He is a redhead standing at 5 foot with reddish pink eyes...His glasses are only for reading, he's far-sighted
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(I just noticed this jacket has no zipper... perfect! =3)

Name: Essence
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Beastia
Fera: Horse (Unicorn! D=<)
NA: Swordsmanship, Hunting,
FA: Speed, Bucking (Kicking with back legs),
Personality: Free-Spirited; Imaginative; Energetic; Dim-Witted; Strong-willed; Unashamed; Proud; Adaptable
Bio:
_Essence belonged to a group of traveling hunters, Nomads, whom followed prey that was plentiful, leaving before they endangered the animals' population. They used every part of the animal, and they worshiped several Gods for their feast and their health and for other such things. She lived happily with her parents and older brother, walking across the land every other month, sharing stories by the fire, and staring at the stars at night. As a culture, they welcomed Beastias, and when Essence first met her Fera, her family couldn't be happier for her. Her brother would tease her, because she claimed her Fera wasn't a horse but a unicorn. She had always been obsessed with the creatures of fantasy, especially those in her grandmother's stories. They thought it was all in good fun, so they left her to her Fera's guidance. Her first lesson was to listen, and her Fera quickly awarded her with the ears of a horse.
_Her nomadic tribe wondered easily into the country, finding soon enough that their kind was not welcomed. They were mixed with Beastias, and they believed in not only a different God but several others. The tribe refused to give up their ways or their "possessed" ones, and they fought for their beliefs, their people. It was a bloodbath, and the tribe was the first to ever leave the country. Unfortunately, Essence was left behind, unable to keep up or to find her parents. They had been scattered, they had been beaten in body and in spirit, but she held on. Although she couldn't follow them, she escaped the military's grasp, learning that no one could contain her, no one could stop her fighting spirit. She gained the back legs of a horse, so that she may run... and run... and run...
★_Essence is 5'3'' with grey hair and blue eyes... She still wears her tribe's clothing even though it makes her stick out like a sore thumb... she's still convinced she's a unicorn... She only has one name as her tribe didn't use surnames...
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(Replace "loincloth" with a skirt =3)

Name: May D. Jerkins
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Race: Beastia
Fera: Deer
NA: Well-rounded, Fast Learner
FA: Deadly headbutt =3
Personality: Incredibly Sweet, Helpful, Girly, Obedient, Optimistic... Explosive Temper
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Look at Penelope's Bio =3 Little Sister
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Posted 12/14/12 , edited 12/14/12
Name: Cadmus Evra Rawlins
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Bestia
Fera: Snake
NA: Dunno yet.
FA: Infrared Vision, fangs, maybe poison later on, flexible, shed skin, scales
Personality: Quiet. Mean. Only tolerates people.
Bio:Being born after the genocide started, Cadmus never knew a world without religious influence. His parents taught him the ways of their religious beliefs, and forced him into worshiping a being he didn't give a damn about. They made him resentful. Then he discovered he was different. Weird. Condemned by everyone who he had thought were crazy but relatively okay people. Realizing this, he grew to hate those in charge. After a month of hiding in silence, he told his parents what he was. His parents didn't know what to do.They loved their son but it was against everything they believed in. Doing the only thing they thought they could, the parents brought their son to the leader of their church(?). The leader immediately made him leave the building, and shunned his family. Tell the parents they could either keep their son or rejoin the church, the leader drove them to a choice. They made their only son leave. Kicked him out without so much as offering to help him. They cut off all connection with their son. Cadmus started wandering after this. Not knowing where to go, and not being able to find somewhere he belonged.
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Name:Safia Dierdre Varvara
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Fera: N/A
NA: Musician, resouceful,
FA: N/A
Personality: Dependable, loyal, caring, clingy, lonely,
Bio: She grew up as a gypsy. Constantly moving from place to place, she learned to accept everyone and everything she met. After coming to (Country Name), her family didn't plan on staying long, but once in, they couldn't leave. They were stuck in a place that would never be their home. The officials never told them why they couldn't leave, and they never actually told them they couldn't leave, but when part of their group tried to, military shot some of their caravan. The group never tried to leave again after that. Instead, they moved into a quiet spot in the forest. Not too long after, the officials came storming in arresting more than half of the group, including her parents. With no place to go, and no idea where her parents were being held, she went to the closest city were someone took her in.
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Name: Circe Irvette
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Beastia
Fera: Damselfish
NA: Traps, cook,
FA: Fast swimmer, fins, gills, scales?
Personality: Serious, silly if water is involved.Nervous. Forgetful. Peaceful. Shy.Ditsy
Bio: She always felt like she belonged in the water. That's why it was no surprise when she obtained her gills and fins. Her parents accepted her and hid her from the religious people around them. They made her hide what she was and only let her use her talents in a secret place when one of them was there with her. One day though, it all changed. Someone found out. They found her secret spot. As her parents fought of the men, she ran. She never looked back. She went to the nearest stream, and swam until she reached the ocean. Eventually, she ended up on the coast, and not knowing where to go, she stayed here till someone came.
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Name: Keme Keiran
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Beastia
Fera: Eagle
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Personality: Brave, Understands people, Unemotional, passive,
Bio: Abused as a child, he never felt an ounce of love. Both of his parents left him , at age 14, and he was alone. He didn't have any other family that he knew of, and soon enough, someone snatched him up off the streets. At first, he felt relieved. The person who took him in fed him, gave him a roof over his head, and gave him clean clothes. But then, that person stopped coming and was replaced by someone much crueler. This new person abused him, raped him, made him work as a sex slave to earn his keep. Eventually, he just stopped feeling. Became good at what he had to do. He went through every day only doing what was expected of him. Some of his (Uh, owners?) paid simply to talk to him. These people always asked why he never tried to escape. He always laughed and simply said, "Where would I go?". He never tried to escape. Always knowing he had it better there than out on the streets by himself.
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