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[Wildmagic_warrior]

Summon
Username:
Wildmagic_warrior


Name:
Lokikohaal. [Lo-KEY-ko-hall]
Nickname:
Lokik. [Lo-KEEK]
Age:
Just a bit over three hundred and thirty.
Gender:
Unspecified. Generally chooses to appear male.
Rank:
Sub-A.

Form:
Animal.
Description:
Lokik is a veiled chameleon. It is implied that he can change his shape to suit his needs, but he has never done so in the human world. It is more than likely that his shapeshifting abilities were lost when he was dragged from his realm to this one. He can do everything a regular chameleon can do; this includes changing colors to match his moods or surroundings, having stereoscopic eyes that can move separately of one another, and being able to easily grip and climb with his zygodactylous feet. He also has a prehensile tail and a tongue that can snap out and grab an insect faster than a human can blink.
Height:
23'' long by 6'' tall.
Weight:
9.5 lbs.
Abilities?
Unlike the chameleons of the human realm, whose shifting colors are an involuntary survival trait, Lokik can change his hues at will. This allows him to mimic a great variety of things when it is needful. There's a flaw in this power, though; when overcome by a strong enough emotion, Lokik changes color uncontrollably. He can also move faster than a regular chameleon, but not much faster. It is rumored that he can change shape, but it is more than likely that he lost that power in the transfer from his realm. He is incapable of human speech.
Personality:
Lokik is not much smarter than your average Summon in the way of general knowledge. He would never be described as, say, wise or profound. However, he doesn't need to be. You see, Lokik is clever. He knows a great deal of unconventional things, and all of them have helped him survive in the human realms. He does his best to stay in a calm, green mood, because when he was younger he would change colors at the drop of a hat and it always gave him away when he was trying to complete a task his Summoner had assigned him. He is physically unable to speak human languages, so he is forced to convey everything through color changes and frantic pantomiming. It gets a bit ridiculous, especially if his Summoner isn't very bright. Oh, that's another thing; he can't stand stupid people who think they're smart. This goes especially for Summoners who aren't very good, yet still try to call up class A and B Summons. They always get killed and it's awful.
History:
Lokik has only escaped his Summoner once before, and it was horrible. He didn't know how to get back to his own realm and ended up trapped by a malicious woman and her awful, grubby little son who kept him as a pet for nine years. The next time he was called from his realm, he decided that he would do everything in his power to remain with the person who had Summoned him until they deigned to let him go again. So far it has worked out just fine.
Any goals?
Stay with his (hopefully intelligent) Summoner.
Who is their summoner?
Unknown at this time.


Summon
Username:
Wildmagic_warrior


Name:
Tuxedo Thomas
Nickname:
Thomas, I suppose.
Age:
Eight hundred and forty-six.
Gender:
Male.
Rank:
Class A.

Form:
Animal.
Description:
Thomas is thickly built and muscular, with large paws and short, scruffy fur. He has a broad head and a thick neck, attached firmly to his powerful body. He has a long tail and long white whiskers, and he is extremely vain about both of these features. His right ear has two notches, his left has one. He has yellow eyes and a pink nose. His fur is white with a black coat, tail, and legs. His paws are white. His belly is white. His ears are black, as is his entire head. His face is white, but right below his mouth he has a black smudge. The underside of his neck and his chest are also white, except for a sort of bow-tie marking at the base of his throat.
Height:
About two and a half feet long (including his tail) and about 10 inches in height.
Weight:
About ten pounds. All muscle.
Abilities?
Just like a regular cat, Thomas has excellent night vision as well as being able to scale heights and balance easily. He always lands on his feet, and seems to be able to determine emotions. Oftentimes it's hard to tell which of these are natural cat things, and which are his Summon powers. The only really supernatural thing about him is his ability to walk through solid objects.

Personality:
Tuxedo Thomas is cocky like you wouldn't even believe. It's a wonder he's stayed alive as long as he has. It's mostly due to the fact that he's charming, exceedingly charismatic, and also a revered fighter. He would be the perfect companion for a powerful Summoner, except for the fact that he has severe commitment issues. He can't even sleep in the same place for more than a few nights in a row without feeling claustrophobic. He is always trying to escape the people who Summon him, but he can't stand the idea of accidentally killing them, so oftentimes he is trapped between the prospect of freedom and the horror of blood on his white paws.
History:
Thomas has been around. He's seen a lot, but he hasn't let the world make him wise or weary. When he was a lot younger, only two hundred or so, he was Summoned by a teenager who had basically no idea what he was doing. Thomas fought to get away as he was called into the human realm, and the Summon backfired on the boy, tearing him to pieces. It was a gruesome sight, fit for nightmares, and it's haunted Thomas for a long, long time. He never wants something like that to happen ever again.
Any goals?
Get free. Get food. Get home.
Who is their summoner?
Unknown.

[abandoned.]

((Ooooh...this seems interesting >:D I might join as one of each, if that's okay? ^_^ I dunno. I gotta finish reading everything xD))

[Noel]

((That's fine, I'd be happy to have you. (: ))

[abandoned.]

((Okay, more than likely to fill out forms this evening ;3))

[ElementalInsanity]

It's a WIP. Don't look at it. :U

Summon
Username: ~.:Cavie:.~

Name: I've had many names. Currently you can call me..... Marcus......Marcus Ryder
Nickname: Call him what you wish, it makes no difference.
Age: It doesn't matter to him nor does anyone else really need to know. But he has had a long run, let's say that.
Gender: Male
Rank: B

Form: Humanoid....Actually fairy-like, if not a fairy. Short, and he has very wonderful and brilliant wings that fold up neatly against his back.
Description: Marcus is fairly short, not that it matters much with what abilities he has. He is very petite and almost cute looking, which actually he is. He's a cute boy, and can be sweet at times to match his appearance. He is also very deadly however, something that doesn't match his small frame and beautiful soft wings at all. His eyes are a shocking bright neon blue, almost piercing and painful to look at at times. His skin is pale white and clear, and his hair is just a greenish, cut in such a way so that it is almost always in his face, but it's easy to deal with so that he doesn't have to do a whole lot to it or with it. His wings....they are about as long as he is tall, big and beautiful butterfly-like wings. See-thru in some areas, but overall the look of his wings is a sunset effect, with brilliant oranges and yellows and reds. Very pretty wings actually. But Marcus usually keeps his wings folded tightly against his back so that they don't show. They fold neatly and tightly so that with a shirt on you can barely notice anything or feel anything. Like said before he is petite, and his frame is small, but he's no weakling at all. In fact, he can kill very easily
Height: Not very tall at all, standing at four foot something.....or shorter.
Weight: Depends, around 11o pounds to 115.
Abilities? Mother Nature, in a way. As in, he can make a sudden hail storm with hail ranging from the size of dimes, to the size of a car. If he wanted he could make the sun bright enough in one area to burn someone alive. All this takes a good amount of concentration however, and that isn't something he is too good at. Too much work, in his eyes. Although he does have an odd fondness for flowers, and often likes making blue lily-like flowers sprout from the ground. He might be able to do a few other things, but once again it's too much work for him.

Personality: Mark is just an odd person. No doubts about that. Marcus is one prone to mood swings, nothing in comparison to what others could be like, but they never end. The littlest thing really sets him off. He has strong opinions, that may randomly change from one moment to the next. He isn't one to exactly socialize with other people, so he is mainly alone. Of course everyone is always bugging him, or so he thinks. Really everything anyone does annoys the hell out of him, so be wary of that. Mark can actually be very sweet at times, however, but that may just be from the random mood swings that this little boy has. He is short, quite short, but that doesn't mean he's weak, far from it. Mark is a rank B Summon after all. He has never liked Summoners, and he does believe they all should be killed. No one should have that kind of power to just control someone, and he frankly hates it. They will die. All of them. Slowly. One by one. Even if it means wiping out the normal and innocent humans.
History: He doesn't have much of one. The first summoner he ever had was a great one. Terribly sweet boy that was very kind to him. Mark would even go so far as to say that they had fallen in love. That was the happiest he had ever been. Of course it had to end, though, nothing ever stayed perfect for long, and the boy had died in a very sudden and gruesome way, one that has been banished from Mark's mind so he isn't too sure of what happened. But he does know that the only person he had ever loved died. Ever since he's jumped from Summoner to Summoner, always catching every single one on a contradiction and then killing them afterwards. He's actually killed a good number of them before, so he has quite a good number of their deaths on his hands. Something he is proud of.
Any goals?: To finally be free, perhaps help those runaways that he has been hearing vaguely about, and also to kill ever Summoner he can. Or more correctly, kill every single Summoner.
Who is their summoner?:Once my love gets her form up I'll know. ;D

[Aniki]

Summoner

Username: Aniki

Name: Aasiyah (ah-see-yah) Sari Valeska
Nickname:Sari
Age: 17
Gender:Female

Description: Sari is a slender, small-framed/bodied, pale girl with an intelligent, mysterious, interesting, and attractive demeanour. If all you could see was her silhouette, you'd see a slender, curvy, 5'9" girl. A few freckles can be found, but not that many. She has a small, heart-shaped face, beautifully framed by thick, wavy, pitch-black hair that shines a little in the sunlight, but is brilliantly complimented by moonlight. She has scattered purple streaks around her head. Her eyes are a deep, green colour that it can be hard to see past if she wants to hide her feelings, rimmed with thick, jet-black eyelashes. Her eyebrows are rather thin, and, like her eyes, are set at medium length away from each other. Her cheekbones are set high, at about the height of her ears, which are small and delicate to match the rest of her features. Her hair can normally be found sitting behind them, but a few strands always manage to escape. Her nose is small-ish and curved up a little in a childish fashion. Her calves are especially small, too, giving her a powerful, athletic look although all of this is natural, as she doesn't take part in many sports and enjoys the free time she gets to herself to write and draw.
Height:5’9”
Weight:115

Personality: Sari is extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because she will work for what she wants and control will justified reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. Sari is able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary. This makes her very adaptable and versatile. She is a fierce competitor, combined with her powers of observation and her excellent memory; she can recall facts and when necessary, bring them to the table at the time of need. Saris is excellent at restoring order to a chaotic situation and is just as capable of manipulating for their own greed and benefit. Sari likes to be aware of a situation and always know what's going on, figuring this out with her probing mind; on the other hand, she is interested in the occult, the paranormal, conspiracy theories and other types of similar unknown mysteries. Sari is very intuitive, but not as in a psychic sense, more as intuitive into the human mind.

She has a fear of failure which she keeps hidden extremely well, should a confrontation not be successful, or her career fail, she will simply use her adaptive skill to quickly move and leave the bad experience behind.

Sari is a very deep, intense person; there is always more than meets the eye. She presents a cool, detached and unemotional air to the world yet lying underneath is tremendous power, extreme strength, intense passion and a strong will and a persistent drive. She has a very penetrative mind, do not be surprised if she asks questions, she is only trying to delve deeper and figure things out and survey the situation. She always want to know why, where and any other possible detail they can possibly know. The person that Sari respects and holds close to her is treated with amazing kindness, loyalty and generosity.
History (Just a few lines is good): Both of her parents are well known summoners, so it is in her blood; however, unlike her parents Sari’s goal is not to become the most powerful summoner. She wants to find out the truth of the world and humanity. ((Sorry I couldn’t come up with anything better))
Any goals?: To seek the truth
Crush?: Open/ Best of Luck!
Summons under their control?(Can be characters RPed by others or not)

[Noel]

((All accepted! Glad to have you here.
And Cavie: LOL he's so cuuuuteeee~ I'll get that character done soon, I swear! DX
Wildmagic warrior: Thomas has a few too many powers. Maybe make it so he doesn't hear thoughts, but the occasional base emotion(as most cats seem to be able to tell)?)
Everyone: Please make sure I put your character(s) on the list. ^_^)

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[I've fixed Thomas' form.]

[Noel]

"ση тнιѕ ∂αу, тнє 18тн σƒ мαу, ι ∂ємαη∂ тнαт тнє ∂ємση σƒ тнє σтнєя яєαℓм вє вяσυgнт ƒσятн, αη∂ вσυη∂ тσ му ωιℓℓ!" The words rang through the room loudly, however there was no one to hear them but a small boy standing in the center, who was focused solely on the book in his arms, straining to be sure that he translated every words precisely before speaking, on fear of his life. The child, Skye Briht, had been waiting for this day for months on end. At last, he could bring forth a worthy summon, a rank 'B', that he could use to at least get what he desired. Power. That strength, at such a young age? A very powerful thing.

Skye had stolen the book a month before, as he did not know that words for calling a Rank B, and memorized it almost word for word. Earlier that day he had escaped out of his class(which was far too easy he though) to sneak through the building to enter this room, which had the necessary symbols and materials required to do what he wanted. In no way had his teachers approved this, but Skye was sick of rank As, and having sent off his most recent one, he wanted something better. Flipping a page in the ancient text, he made his voice more confident. It was time for his summon to appear, and he would not let himself look weak.

"тσ σвєу му σя∂єяѕ, тσ ηєνєя нαям мє, тσ ρяσтє¢т мє ƒяσм ∂αηgєя, υηтιℓ тнє ∂αу тнαт ι ¢нσσѕє тσ яєℓєαѕє тнє ∂ємση! υη∂єя тнєѕє ¢σммαη∂ѕ, ¢σмє тσ мє!" When the last word passed his lips, Skye's eyes widened and immediately he fell to his knees, breathing growing ragged. The book slipped from his hands, hitting the ground and spraying dust. His arms were like lead, Skye realized with horror, the rest of the summoning would have to be done from memory. Across from him, on a space of the flooring entranced with countless oaths and symbols, the air grew dark, and slowly the air solidified. The sheer power, so much more then Skye had ever tried to bring forth before, was taking more effort to subdue then ever before. It was playing with his mind, trying to make him trip up, a single mispronounced syllable would kill him without a doubt. Almost teasingly, the darkness grew more solid, gathering to forth a faint outline.

"ησω, ѕнσω уσυяѕєℓƒ тσ мє!" Skye half-yelled out, and through luck and great amount of practice he pronounced it all right, and said the right words. Forced to obey what it's summoner decreed, the dark shape dispersed, revealing his new-found summon's form.

"My my, you're quite the small one aren't you? This is a first, a toddler summoner!" The voice was distinctly childish, and more then a little high-pitched, fitting as it belonged to what looked to be a child. Skye almost winced when he looked up to view the girl, who ironically was at least four inches shorter him. Distinctly human, but her cat-like violet eyes were narrowed at him, sizing him up. She was twitchy, as if ready to pounce. Her summoning was not over yet, leaving her with more time to try to get free. The sheer force of the girl's mind was overwhelming, and Skye found his throat not wanting to give the final words he needed.

"ѕυммση, ι ¢σммαη∂ тнαт уσυ тєℓℓ мє уσυя ηαмє!" The difficult pronunciation of the ancient words nearly made him trip up. Thinking about them was harder then Skye remembered it to be, and he still couldn't find the strength to stand up. The girl -who it was hard to believe was actually a very formidable summon- smirked, but she had no choice but to declare her name.
"Maira. Care to tell me yours, little boy?" Names were useful things, however, only the summon's was. A summoner's name was pointless, it carried no power. However, once a summoner had his summon's name, it could call it at any point. For obvious reasons most summons were reluctant to give their names, so it had been incorporated into the actual summoning itself a great many years ago. Skye had no time to waste with giving his own name, and why should it matter to his new servant? He far preferred to finish the summoning, and be done with having the shocking force of Maira's mind attacking his.

"ωιтн тнєѕє ωσя∂ѕ, уσυ αяє вσυη∂ тσ му ωιℓℓ!" Instantly the force of Maira's mind was gone, and Skye gasped, ready to kneel over and sleep right there, on the floor. Of course, time would not allow for such things. The girl cautiously took a few steps, as if placing her foot in the wrong place would kill her, peering over his slumped form. And then she just laughed, a loud, childish sound. Skye snarled, forcing himself to his feet. "This is an order, say nothing!" The 'this is an order' was, obviously, how a summoner specified what was an order and what wasn't. Maira quieted within a second, and just crossed her arms to watch him with that piecing gaze of hers, smirk still on her face. Skye took a moment to catch his breath, before continuing speaking.
"Cancel the order of saying nothing." Obviously, 'Cancel the order of:..." Was how a summoner said that an order no longer applied. If Skye hadn't canceled it, what he said next would have contradicted himself, and Maira would already be free. "This is an order. If anyone asks, you are to say that you are a Rank A. You are not to speak otherwise." Maira sneered again, clearly wanted to reply but the order held, and she simply nodded. Skye wiped his brow of the sweat, and looked around. He had done it... now to make up an excuse for missing a class. Odd, how one's priorities could change so quickly. Without a work, he exited the room, and Maira followed him unwillingly. She was required to protect him from harm, so she couldn't stay behind.

((We can start now. (: People with summons who don't have summoners: you have a few options. First, you can find someone with a summoner who can summon them. Second, you can wait for one to join. Third, you can just make up a temporary one(you don't need to make a form) until there is one available.
My second summoner, Rose, can take another 'A' or 'Sub-A', and Skye can take a sub-A as well.

By the way, your posts don't need to be this long! There was a lot of explanation in mine for the sake of... explaining. Seven line paragraph is the absolute minimum, everything from there goes. (: ))

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Lokik is Sub-A and Tuxedo Thomas is A; both are available to be Summoned. Oh, and a question; are the Summons under the control of one person throughout the entire roleplay, or can they be released and Summoned by someone else?]