[laces]

Finally, Neara! ^^ I wanna win harrrrrr! I have to go upstairs to get her form; it's still a WIP.
Art is a WiP, adding more tonight and tomorrow.
Whew! Got it done.. good luck, everyone! May the beat form win!

Username:

Yelloweh

Name

Plimmyra, or just Myra.

It means flood in Greek.

Age

130 years.

Personality

Myra is your average teen loner Saber, with a love of fun and peace. She thought there was too much war in her life and ran away at a very young age. She enjoys different things in her life, and others, not so much, and she isn't a social butterfly.

x-Likes-x
~Water, of course

~Playing with misecllaneous objects, as in rocks, grass, etc.

~Being free to do what she wants whenever she wants

~Her markings and coloring

~The sky, stars, sun, and moon

~Cloudwatching and bending clouds

~Polishing her amor

~Shiny objects



x-Dislikes-x

~War

~Fire

~New sabers she doesn't know

~Gryphons

~Spiders


Attacks

Cloudscuplting

Myra uses water she draws from the earth and sculpts it into a figure. The water becomes wispy; cloudlike, many say; and she wraps it around the target. This can also be used as a cover, obscuring Myra from the foe's view.

River Rush

This attack is used to blast an opponent with water that can drag pieces of armor off and almost drown the opponent. It is more effective when Myra is near a body of water that she can take water freely from because it drains her energy to draw it up from the ground.

Withdraw

Myra calls upon all of the water near her, using all of her strength to draw it around or in front of herself as a shield against attacks. This is used rarely and only a last resort.

Flood

Myra sends water rushing as fast as lightning at her opponent, flooding the whole area. This attack is also very draining, unless she is by a lake or river. She can also use her ability to create water for this, but she can't generate enough to flood the battlefield.



Special Ability

Myra's special ability is she is able to draw water from anywhere around her a mile away. She is not very good at it yet, and often loses conciousness using it, but she still tries as hard as she can. She often can only draw water from the ground, and not the air.


Armor Type

Gold

Story

Mrya was just a little cub when she left her home in saber pack for a new life alone, without war. Her parents were dead, so who was there to take care of her anyway? Myra had been trotting along, her dark brown fur not causing any attention to herself, after she left. She didn't realize it, but a huge black shadow of a saber was following her.

When little Myra stopped to get a drink in a large lake, the shadow attacked her. She struggled, but blacked out. When she woke up, she found herself in the lake, the water rising to half of her stubby legs. Myra stood up and realized the shadow was still looming before her. She panicked and splashed farther into the water. She found herself belly deep in the freezing water, but she went back farther.

The shadow's eyes gleamed with a manaical glare as it advanced to the quivering cub. Myra squeaked and began to step back farther when her paw slipped and her head plunged under.

A voice called to her, "Swim! Swim to me, little cub." A blue glowing light appeared not far off from where Myra was. She paddled her paws weakly, still feeling the phantom's strange pull. She began to feel stronger as she neared the blue light.

The young cub's fur began to glow with the same blue light and the light streaking the water around Myra began to seep into her body, her fur. Yellow stripes began to form onto her fur, and all the brown except on her stomach and chest dissapated. Myra felt strength winding into her limbs. She was no longer the weak cub. She was Plimmyra! A warrior against the shade which was waiting for her to reappear.

Surely, the phantom thought, the cub is dead and I can feast upon her soul. She is doomed forever!
But the shadowy form was wrong.

Myra burst from under the surface, sparkling water all around her. Her fangs glistened in the sunlight and she sent water streaming at the phantom.
But right after she used this attack, she blacked out again, swirling in a black mass of nothing.

Myra opened her teal eyes to find that the lake was completely drained and she was laying in a thick puddle of mud. Did I defeat that shadow? She wondered. She knew that this was only the start of her life as a loner.


Art

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[starlord.]

Username:
~Kung Fu Warrior~
Name:
Thalassa ('From the Sea' in Greek)
Age (at most 400):
312, a senior I would think.
Personality:
Thalassa is sometimes the one to tell other Sabers to "suck up", but most of the time she is a kind and wise queen who will always treat others as if they were her own cubs. When someone attempts to get her to tell them her story, she will gladly tell, for she did have a bad history, but she believes it will influence others to act kinder to others. She may be a senior, but she acts as if she were a young Saber again. She just loves to have fun, and joke around. Though she is blind, she seems to be able to see in her Mind's eye perfectly.

However, when she comes across a battle field or someone being hurt, she is a totally different Saber. She begins anger, and furiously defends the one being attacked. She is usually underestimated as a senior, but is a force to be reckoned with. On the battle field she may not make the wisest dicisions, but they tend to work.
Attacks:
Blistering Rain-
This is a fairly easy attack for her to attempt. When she preforms this attack the water from nearby puddles will rise, and begin to swirl around her, speeding up quickly as it spins. During it's spinning, it works as a defense as well. When it reached a high speed, she sends it flying at her opponent, in piercing little water droplets. This often stuns her opponent, leaving them exposed for a few seconds.
Winding Water-
This is a moderate attack for her. It takes about half her energy, leaving her tired at the end, and is only possible by a water source, such as a river or lake, preferably ocean. When she preforms this attack she will take water from the nearby source of water and move it around the opponent, blinding them and adding weight to their fur as some of their fur soaks in the water. It also can make them slip on the slippery surface.
Special Ability:
Water Sculpting-
When she uses this ability, it can be used as a pastime or an attack. She can make a form from water and make it move, almost as if it were a real creature. This gift is quite easy to preform, and a great attack when she is badly injured.
Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze):
Liquid Silver. It adapted to her powers and began to flow in the shap of her armor, like rushing water. It is very unique and happened for an unknown reason.
Story:
Major WIP

"I should be gone. Why am I not?" Thalassa layed limply on the bottom of the pit, the deep, dark, torturous pit. She let out a small whine, echoing up the walls of the hole, as a wound on her forehead opened up again, causing blistering pain shoot all over her cranium. Her body ached viciously, blue and purple bruise extinguishing the skin showing. The cruel, hairless creatures stood above, and they made a loud sound, throwing stones at her with their paws. Thalassa scrambled up and to the side of the pit as a rumbling gave away a square with metal tree branches was lowered to the bottom of the pit, and the front opened.

A Saber strode out of the metal box, and she could feel his eyes look down on her dissaprovingly. The male unsheathed his claws and slashed them across her face, opening four deep wounds. She let out a pained yowl, and her blind eyes narrowed in fury. Thalassa jumped at where she though the Saber was slowly, but found herself slashing at empty air. It was no use, this Saber was fully healthy and rested. She, on the other paw, was sore, blind, and dying from her wounds.

Thalassa fell to the ground as the male jumped on her, and a pained scream bounced off the rounded walls as soon as the once blue fur touched the ground. Her mind's eye blacked, and she fell into unconsiousness. Another pained yelp escaped her muzzle as a extremely heavy weight fell on her.

Her blind eyes opened to a bright light shining through even her blindness, and she twitched. Her fur was exceptionally lighter than it had been in what had seemed like... eons perhaps. There were loose, yet restraining things wrapped around her body and paws, and she tugged at the ones over her front paws with no success. Something opened her mouth, making Thalassa snapped at the hairless hand, and she gave a small growl of satisfaction as it pulled away.

"Shh, shh," An unfamilier voice popped into her head, and she wimpered in fright. "Who are you?" She asked silently, and a figure of a tall girl with brown, almost black hair appeared in her head. The most intresting thing about the girl was her cat like eyes, and Thalassa's ears perked as she listened to the girl.

"My name is Sylnda, you were in a Saber fighting rink. Our organization saved you. Currently I'm looking for a home for you, one with kind, caring humans." She thought this over throughly before replying. "How come I can understand you?" "I will explain that later, but however, I have been looking for a saber in extreme need of a home. Would you like to come with me?"

Art of it:
Like most peoples, a WIP. I'm planning on ordering art.

[Bellamy]

Username: ஜSparkஜ
Name: Safeara (another way to spell Saphira, she likes it better this way. Meaning good hearted and free of heart)
~Nicknames: Feara (her friends call her this) and Saph (only her brother can call her this)
Age (at most 400): no one knows for sure, but it seems she is around 150
Personality:

Around the general Sabers:
She is very charming, an over acheiver if you will, but clever and sly. She loves being the center of attention and she is competitive at everthing. She is an attractive girl, but she is imtimidating because most veiw her as close to perfect. She tries hard to be perfect, and she can be snappy and very quick to fight if somone makes a rude comment when she is in a bad mood.

Around her close friends:
It is impossible not to laugh when she is around, she only shows this side to her friends, but she make everything into a joke and can't even keep a straight face herself. She helps with all her friends problems, and won't be happy unless her friends are happy. Even if she is a little mean with some of her joking, no one takes it the wrong way.

Alone:
Elegant and free, likes to chase birds and always fools around with her powers, always finding knew ways to use them. She likes to lay in the sunshine, and then jump in icy water with a splash. Big cuddly kitten when she's by herself, she values other Saber's opinions a lot, she likes her statues as

During Battle:
She basically unleashes during battle, and somtimes has some trouble controling herself. However, she is precise and extremely quick with her movement, she likes fighting, she doesn't get hurt too often, but when she does she tries to not show it. She hates being helped, she likes handling things on her own. She won't ever back down, and she is very brave and dangerous, especially for being the small Saber that she is.

Around her boyfriend/mate:
Not that she has one yet, but if she did find someone she really loved she would show her soft, loving inside. She would be a little flirt all the time and laugh at everything remotely funny and she would REALLY enjoy cuddling <3

Attacks:

SearingStream:

Shoots jets of water from her claws that become like razors and can do minor damage.

WaterSpheres:
Gathers spheres of water in her paws or in her throat and lanches them at high speed towards her enimy. Since she has precision aim this is very effective, causing considerably more damage to fire Sabers. She has to be near a body of wayer for this.

HealingDrops:
Gathers water onto her paws and then lets the water drip off of her claws onto a friend or comrad's wound. No effect on herself, and doesn't fully heal large injuries, but always reduces and most always stops pain completely. Causes a releiving bolt of coldness on the wound. Takes a lot of consontration, but she doesn't HAVE to be near water.

Special Ability:

RainCurrent:
Causes and invisible force that moves rain drops in the dirrection of her choice. You wouldn't think rain drops could do much damage, but a whole storm of rain drops can. Especially effective on Fire Sabers.

Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): Silver

Story: WIP

Art of it: WIP we can do more than one right?

[banooky]

Username: unikels
Name: Aqua
Age (at most 400): 10
Personality: Since she is still a "cub" she is playful, silly, and happy.
Attacks: Waterquake a whirl of water that could reach at least 1,000 feet in the air Water waper all the fish in the sea become airborne and can't rewaterborne themselves. She drowns them all in air when she brings them to land and away from their home-the sea Water air She secretly meets up with an air cub her age, and they make quakes. This makes water air. The two whirling elements meet, and it is used for defense like water quakes. All water wapers do is provide food.
Special Ability: To stand on water without getting wet
Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): Silver
Story:
(past) Aqua leaped into the air. "Pond?" She asked when she landed. Where was her mother? "Mother? Pond? Where are you?" The song her mother sung her wooshed in her mind. She wandered around, every few steps calling to her mother. Aqua gasped to see a familiar body laying on the ground. "Mother!" She went to the body. She sniffed the blood. Fresh. She listened to the heartbeat. Slowing every few minutes. "M-mother...Please don't leave me and go to The Plains Of The Stars...please, mother..." Pond looked up to her daughter. "I must leave, Aqua...no worries, dear, I will help you survive without your father...I will, I promise..." Pond's head went to the ground. "NO!!!"

(then) Aqua suffered five years without her mother and father. She was an ORPHAN!!! She knew a Gryphon could kill. She saw one of those giant, pesky birds. "Did you kill my mother? I knew it! Stupid bird!" The parentless cub bit the wing of the lone, unelemental Gryphon and it shrieked, but all that did was call more Sabers. The older Sabers watched the cub fight the Gryphon. Aqua bit the pure black Gryphon's neck and it lay there, dead. "I did that for you, mother..."

(now) After five years of defeating the killer of her mother Pond, life was normal. Now, water would become a flag on Aqua's tail, and even her paws. She meets up with a cub her age of ten years and makes a new product called water air.
Art of it:
I know I missed her brown underbelly.

[Transmute]

Spark... the personality you have for your saber... It freaking describes me to the last dot. LOL. Ironic.

[*Blackberry*]

Username: *Blackberry*
Name: Nero
Age (at most 400): WIP
Personality: WIP
Attacks: WIP
Special Ability: WIP
Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze): Silver
Story: WIP
Art of it:

Done by me

Another done by me.

[livingdeadhorror]

Username:

Roboo

Name:

Celestia, A calm,creative yet mystifying name ^^

Age (at most 400):

201((Teenager xD)) At most 200, but Celetia looks like a teen ^^

Personality:


{Laughter}; Celestia has a hard sence of humour. She loves to laugh and be all bouncy, bubbly and being funny. Shes amusing when it comes to having a laugh, shes known for her wicked sence of funny-ness.

{Loyalty}; Celestia is a true,loving caring friend. She has never being a 'Back stabber' or been 'Nagletive' towards her true friends. She can hand a shoulder to lean on when you cry. Nothing comes in Celestia's way when it cmes to making friends.

{Humble}
She doesn’t like to gloat or boast about anything. Not her achievements, not her strengths, not anything. She believes that it hurts others, and it makes people think down upon you, because you are seen as a self-indulged person, and that is one of the last things she wants to be seen as.

{Friendly}
She will never turn down a convesation, although she doesn't exactly go looking for them. Although she would never admit it fully, she enjoys the company of others, talking makes her feel good, like someone cares. Which is what she often needs to be reminded of, which is something that her friends have learned, whether the hard way or not.

Attacks:

{Surfacing Harmony} In this attack, Celestia will charm the victim with her beauty, before striking it with a harsh, hard bite.

{Loud Bounce} This attack, celestia will leap high, before thundering to the ground, gradually crushing the victim with her body-mass.

{Possesed} This atatck contains Biting, slashing, and remarkable standards. The victim will approach celestia,Then Celestia will Pounce on the victim before hulloucinating the victims deepest fears.

Special Ability:

{Magic}


Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze):

Red Silver, a rare silver only found in the Warrior world. This can defend on most poisonouse atatcks.

Story:

I felt the icy bridge of the lake greeting my paws, i giggled as it rushed into my feet. I smile cautiously, my blonde and blue hair glisterning inn the winter daze.I poke my tounge out, looking at my icy beautiful reflection in the calm mysteriouse pond. I venture out of the lake until its un notice-able. My eyes gflistern as i look up at the pounding lunar moon, All open minded and cold like a black-hearted villan. I shiver at the thought of even reaching Its grip.

I tremble as It's midnight. I shiver more about the fact on how mother would react for me to be venturing out in the deep woods. I scan my eyes at the green,tall forest. I wimper. Remembering how motehr told me about never venture in the woodland, as otehr carnivours might get me and pin me down with their dark magic. I shake my head, removing the thought of a beaust attacking me out oi my head.

I open my jaws to scream, but nothing comes out of my dry throat.It came out of more of a roaring sound. I scan my eyes again to
see paws before me."Whats happening?" I say to myself, ou in the open, but all that i hear is more roaring,grumbling sound coming out of my motehr tounge..

Art of it:

{{wip}}

[MalleusGrey]

Username:
Universal PhoneBooth



Name:
Vouvali

Nicknames:
Vou, Val, Vouvou.

Name Meaning:
Vouvali is the English to Greek translation of 'buffalo'. I have chosen this name for her since she seems to be a sturdy and strong saber, but at the same time timid and unthreatening. And, much like the buffalo, she spends a lot of time in and around water, treating it as if it were a real being or more a friend. Buffalos are also known to be dangerous but attacks are rare, placing her at a similar level in terms of personality, physical abilities and enjoyments. Almost like a caged lion cub. There is the potential for danger, but never is.

Age (at most 400):
213 (Birthday, 5/10/YEAR LOST)

Personality:
.Sub-dued.
Like a young child, she finds herself alone most of the time, so as a result she has to occupy herself. She does this by creating wonderful worlds from water around herself. Sometimes, depending on the concentration and focus she puts into her work, others cannot see the water, making her seem even schizophrenic. Others leave her alone for exactly this reason, but the be honest she rather enjoys it. More time to create an alternate world she thinks.
.Sweet-hearted.
Vou enjoys the feeling of belonging, and in turn enjoys being affectionate with her loved ones. Her thought process works out that if people have earned the right to be loved, they deserve to get it. He often empathizes with killers and prey alike, as she has been through a lot including having to deal with the constant confused or even disgusted looks she is shot. However, as she rather likes this 'stereotype' she tries to keep her true emotions towards other people to a minimal.
.Guilty.
When her 'moon' state takes over, she has no control. It is almost like the story of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde, but to much worse effect. Whilst she is wild in a murderous haze of hatred, she has no recollection of her real life. However, when she is back to normal, she does remember. And nearly always deeply regrets the consequences of her actions.

Attacks:

.Ice Mirrors.
With a flick of her wrists and a flex of her claws, whilst standing on her back legs she can form a complex and perplexing designed cavern which is used to incase an enemy. It is mainly used as a defense at first and, after created, she can either flee the battle site or continue to pursue the attacker, depending on energy levels. In a surprise attack she will usually run after producing the mirrors, but in an ambush or Blue Moon episode she will go after them. Looking her most fierce, she will creep into the maze of mirrors and once again intimidate her victim much like her 'oxygen drowning' attack described later. At this point, she could also bring into play her special ability, 'telepathic haze' which shows what the opponent most fears or, if she is feeling brave she her self will take it's place.
.Blue Moon.
Blue moons an lunar eclipses bring great joy to this saber; it is the one time she is really physically able to let loose. When these rare occasions take place, the particles in the moons reflected light reacts with Vou's brain cells through her optical nerve. When this happens her brain has a short seizure sending out scrambled messages to the rest of her body; She gets heightened senses, a sense of vengeance towards the barbaric behavior of the gryphons and last but not least, (in fact, it may be her most prominent feature) she grows a light sheet of lithium over her bones, lithium being the lightest metal but has strengthening characteristics. In short, when the blue moon comes, Vouvali gets nasty.
.Vinigarine Grip.
Unlike as the name suggests, this method of attack does not involve any formula of liquids similar to vinegar. It is simply given this name because of the smell of the bodily fluids emitted from this saber simulates that of vinegar. During an average hunting session, Vou will stalk and take down her prey, usually herbivores with a similar body mass as a water buck. When she is holding them down with her long canine teeth, naturally occurring hydrofluoric acid found in her saliva seeps down into the penetrating wound and into the blood stream. As the acid flows through the veins and arteries of the prey animal, it slowly begins to dissolve the bone and muscular tissue. This in turn then disables the prey from walking and inevitably escaping. Sometimes in smaller animals, the sheer viscosity of the saliva tainted acid clogs up the circulatory system, killing it instantly. This method of attack can be used against other sabers, although some have been known to be immune to it. Anything larger than a buffalo bull and the acid will simply have no effect. She herself is immune too, helping avoid any... mishaps.
.Oxygen Drowning.
This attack seems simple but in reality is quite complex. She circles round her opponent, drifting in and out of the shadows with varying speed. She intimidates them, gets into their head with the results of deadly effect. As they become more and more afraid, anticipating the inevitable attack just lingering in the air to happen, she springs at them, heightening their pulse ever-more. As the opponent breaths in more and more rapidly, Vou condenses the water droplets in the air as it flows in and out of their wind-pipe. Drowning on dry land.


Special Ability:
.Telepathic haze.
You know that theory of seeing your life flash before your eyes right before the moment you die? Well Vou is an 'illusionist' in that aspect. Just by looking at you, she can enter through your eyes and into your mind, searching through your memories, experiences and opinions just as if it were a simple file cabinet. She selects the thing she feels you are most afraid of and displays it in front of you, using the effect of water to make the illusions more realistic. However, there is a way to avoid this. Simply shutting your eyes will do the trick, well, temporarily anyway. A sheet of red tinted glass will deflect her penetrating gaze, but some form of glasses or goggles must be fashioned using this otherwise it will not defend the wearer. Usually, this reduces the victim to a quivering pulp. After all, the eyes are the gateways to the soul.

Armor Type (gold, silver or bronze):
Her armor was originally gold, but as an inexperienced young saber she damaged it due to its soft, flexible characteristics. However, due to her clan's lack of experience and materials, she was only able to regain a second hand set of silver armor passed down from her father who died in action, fighting for his clan's rights. Although her father abandoned her as a kitten and her hatred for him since, she still uses it and although it a little big, it's the only set she's going to get. It is incrusted with 29 rounded amber encased gryphon feathers from his final battle explained below.

Story:
Vou flexed her claws, turning over her left paw over an over, studying every inch of it; each direction of fur, every anomaly in her coat, pattern and otherwise. Each indent in her slightly translucent claws marked a scar of battle, and there were a fair to many for her liking. Sighing, she dropped her paw back down onto the soft, wavy grass, flowing in the forever changing direction of the gentle breeze. Why was she here in this world? She never did any good, and all she ever felt was a slight numbness like she had to fulfill something. She figured it was because of her father; he was a hero, someone that people looked up to. He had been ambushed by a whole clan of gryphons, around 30 of them. Well, the amount has been twisted along with the rest of the story over the years to make it seem more impressive but it was around that. Apparently, he had killed every one, taking a feather from each one's wing as a trophy. He got to the last. The leader. According to 'legend' (because that was it had now become most similar to) he took it down with one swipe of his mighty paw. But before it could go down it injected her father with a lethal poison, killing him within minutes. The elder sabers say that he had enough energy to pluck a feather from the gryphon leader but was found with it still in his paw. Nothing Vouvali ever did ever seemed to compare to that. Others fought over his armor once he was gone, and having it given to her for doing simply nothing, for being just his daughter made the others in the clan look down on her. 'Why does she get to have it?' They would have thought. 'What has she ever done.' And that was just it. What had she done?

It was then a whistle pricked the waving strands of fur in Vou's ears. Where she had been laying on her back, she sat up, leaving an indent in the grass where her body's large surface area had covered. She stood still. Nothing moved. Looking around slightly, she flicked her eyes to the corner of the orchard like meadow. Still nothing. Relaxing slightly, Vou breathed out slowly, still able to concentrate and focus on any slight anomaly in the atmosphere when required. Must've been nothing, She thought. Readying herself for a quick doodling session in the overturned earth from many doodling sessions before it, she noticed a shadow move over her paw. Instinctively looking up, she saw it. A gryphon. The bird was huge, around 10 feet long with a wingspan of at least double that. Caught slightly off guard she breathed out harshly not realizing what she had done. She had blown her cover; well of what little cover she had to start with. The dark silhouette of the gryphon changed slightly, more fitting that of something looking down. Oh god. It was looking down. At her. As soon as she caught up with everything that was going on, she scraped at the dirt, trying to get up quickly and begin sprinting before she had done so in panic. She didn't realize it at the time, but she had actually let out a tear whilst running for there was nothing she could do. A gryphon above a saber meant an unfortunate saber and a gryphon with a full belly. Death was inevitable.

Or so she thought.

Swinging her body around once under the shelter of a nearby willow tree, she turned to see the gryphon grow closer and closer to the ground. It had seen her. Putting her paws over her eyes the last thing she saw was the lazy branches of the tree whisping in the wind.
She heard the gryphon touch down. She also heard a light squeal. It sounded rodent. Opening one eye slowly, she saw the great mass of the gryphon almost sitting down on what looked like a rabbit, talons clamped round it's feeble body. She watched it look around slowly, before taking off as swiftly and with as much power as a jet sweeping into the air. A small blood spatter was all the evidence of the gryphon ever being here; not even a shape in the grass had been made from its large body. Probably it's light footing. Vou's father had always said, 'Gryphon's are just like wimpy little ballerinas.' But she disagreed. She admired their grace and dexterity, and only wished she could fly. But at the moment, she was just feeling grateful. Grateful for life.
Art of it:

Wow my anatomy is off on this ;c

Story and art are a work in progress.

[starlord.]

I wish good luck to everyone that entered .

She/He is a beautiful saber Neara.

[Alley96]

Phew, I finished my form. Good luck to everyone ^^