[PurpleKakashi]

Rukami (Gulo Stantes) are a newly discovered species of bipedal mammals. Though they resemble wolves, they are actually more closely related to the mustelid family, which includes wolverines, otters, and badgers to name a few. Through natural selection, these rare animals evolved to incredible sizes and developed sentient brains along with opposable thumbs.

The Smith.
This Rukami can craft with any metal and can even do smithing with magic on rare occasion!

Owned by Sen-the-Psycho

[SchnaDin]

Helped WolfTheHuman a little bit and she will update it as early as she can (wakes up)
Please wait until then ^^ Thanks for your patience PK!

[koegami]

entering last minuet
may use an old form that works exceptionally well with this boy

Username: raegami
Name: Farin
Gender: Male
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Temperament: Melancholic
Enneagram: The Achiever / The Investigator
Ego/Superego/Id: Superego - is aims for perfection, society, and the idea of right and wrong

Persona/Mask: he presents to the world that he is tough and Inquisitive. that no one can bring him down and that he is not a weakling.

Reputation: they think he's a cunning guy with a dark past about him
First Impressions: that he is full of trouble and ready to cause it

Stranger Impressions: they would probably think he wasn't a good person, or maybe helpful in certain cases and came from a bad life. so they'd feel sympathy

Friendly Impressions: they think he is incredibly valued and smart. that he is a great person as well
Enemy Impressions: they think he's a goody two shoes and will do anything to make people see otherwise
Compliments: he is handy and witty, crafty and smart sly and cunning and well defined if not a little moody
Insults: he is an insecure idiot that got the run up in the family just to get their money
Self-Impression: a kid who really had it bad but was given a second chance and one worth taking
Strengths: smart, crafty, an observer
Flaws: short tempered, potty mouth, back talker, instigator
Perception: a pretty nice place once you get to know it better
Instincts: driven to do anything and everything to perfection,  little ocd
Lures: history, martial arts, books, New insights, stories, metal working, buildings, Roman and Greek arts
Soft Spot: he's vulnerable to any toy that is broken and has an urge to fix it
Cruel Streak: orders can get him going, and send him into a tizzy, sometimes being told what to do over and over again
Hobbies/Interests: craft toys and fix things, read books, and practice martial arts
Skills/Talents: great at blacksmithing and fixing things
Likes: fixing, reading, stories
Dislikes: broken things, untidy places, orders
Mood: your most likely to catch vincent in a zoned mood where he's focused on something
Attitude: a general good additive unless you catch him in a seizure
Stability: his emotions fly about everywhere due to his disorders
Expressiveness: he lets people know about his emotions freely and openly
When Happy: half-smiles
When Depressed: works, reads, locks self in room
When Angry: punches things, breaks things, screams, gets physical, beats the crap out of instructors.



Vincent’s reputation amongst strangers may be one of not so many positives, coming off as having a shady personality to him though would seem to be more helpful than not in situations that called for it. He’s the type of guy who has been assumed to originate from a bad life and thus elicits sympathy from those who do not know him. To the world that sees his outer-persona, he’s a tough and inquisitive man who can’t be brought down. Far from anything resembling a weakling, a cunning male with a dark aura. Some think of him as being a good person, valued and intelligent with his heart and mind in the right place. Those who have come across as being an enemy see him as being a goody-two shoes, convinced that they need to show the general public otherwise.

Swindell is a man that lives in a world which he thinks needs protecting, ever observing his surrounds and putting his talents to the case whenever he sees fit. A child who had a bad start, but was soon taken in and given a second chance at leading a better life for himself; a chance he wasn’t slow to accept. He’s a guardian who is both handy with a blacksmith’s hammer and a weapon used to disable those causing trouble. A sly being who is both well defined and if not a little moody, though it all balances out in the end.

Insults strewn about, calling him weak and accusing him of using his adoptive family for monetary gain are likely to make his temper flare. Vince can be quite well-known for his fiery temper, running on a short fuse and not one to shy away from using curses no matter how obscene. He talks back and instigates things to no end, a high end perfectionist who is driven by a need to do anything and everything just right. Having a case of Oppositional Defiance Disorder, orders can really get him going; especially when told to do something over and over again.

Drawn in by few things, including from books to martial arts, learning history to receiving new incites; stories and metal working, buildings and artworks done by those of Roman and Greek origin. Having a particular soft spot for broken toys, taking them in and fixing them up as best he can. Studious in his ways, willing to learn anything that has been written on a piece of paper or parchment. Vince’s love for books and eagerness to learn has gotten him far in his new lease on life. More than likely are you to find him zoned out, his mind focused on something other than you.

He generally has a good, if not a tad moody, attitude; though if you catch him during or after a seizure you’d better be prepared for a less than friendly man. Unstable with his emotions due to his disorders, he can often seem all over the place when not in a state of which he has found peace of mind and can settle down. Swindell isn’t one to shy away from telling people how he feels, openly expressing himself to the best of his ability. Though he isn’t one to all out smile over something, one can at least hope for a half-smile when this emotionally-unstable male is happy. When upset and down on himself, he may not be seen by others; locking himself away with a book, or indulging himself in his work. But once that angered state of mind fires up again, things get broken and it’s usually not only cups or vases. Screaming, throwing fists, breaking things and beating those that get in his way. One would say it’s best to stay away for a little bit and wait for him to calm down.


Full Name: Lord Vincent Bastille Villhelm-O'Donnel
Pronunciation: lo-hord / vhin-cent / bah-steel / vhill-helm / oh-dohn - ell
Nickname: Swindell /
Pronounciation: swa-ihn-dell
Alais: the silent shadow of the north
Meaning: Villhelm, derived from William -- meaning Protector
Origin: He looks like a trickester so i decided to call him Swindell, and then everything just fell into place
Title: Lord Villhelm "Swindell" O'Donnell
Pet Name: he only has one pet name, Lord Donny
ID Number: 0aK-5487
Signature: inky signature, full of cursive hard to read letters, usually written as "Lord V-helm O'Donnel"
Gender Role: He tends to act more like a feminine with being proper but mainly masculine with the stereo-typical temper.
Gender: his gender is male
Orientation: he is a homoromantic asexual
Real Age: 5 years  as a kiamara, 32 as a human
Age Appearance: he looks, as a human to be about 19/20
Birthday: March 29, 1982
Birthplace: He was born in China -- Following the Buddhist and Samurai Ways

Species: Kiamara -- created by Pandora/Apple (CS) ; Snapple-bee (DA)
Ethnicity: chinese / japanese / koran
Blood Type: o-negative
Preferred Hand: Ambidextrous
Facial Type: as a human, his face is more rounded, and not so out of place; in his mind anyways
Eye Color: his eyes are a light sea green
Hair Color his hair color is a more coal black, with a basic blue color to it
Hairstyle: curly and all over the place, not overly curly, and not overly shaggy morso both together
Skin Tone: he has a palish skin tone, the lack of sun, lightened his skin tone alot

Body Type:  A combination between Ectomorph and Mesomorph. An Ectomorph is a typical skinny guy. he has a light build with small-ish joints and lean muscle. He contains a Lean muscle mass, Vincent finds it very hard to gain weight. he has a fast metabolism which burns up calories very quickly. he needs a huge amount of calories in order to gain weight. because of this, vincent has to take Supplements. his family makes him eat before bed to prevent muscle catabolism during the night. he can can lose fat very easily which makes cutting back to lean muscle easier for them. But he is also a mixutre of a Mesomorph. He contains a large bone structure, large muscles and a naturally athletic physique. he, in some scenarios when his body leans over to the mesomorph physique, finds it quite easy to gain and lose weight. He has a Generally hard body, Well defined muscles, Rectangular shaped body, he is Strong, Gains muscle easily, and in some cases, Gains fat more easily than ectomorphs.

Height: 70" - or he's around 5'10" tall in simpler terms
Weight: he weighs a solid 150 pounds, and is steadily gainig and loosing weight

Birthmarks/scars: he only has one birthmark and one scar you can see all the time. he has a roundish, strawberry like birthmark on his neck, that's a little darker than his skin tone, and a scar on his forehead from a fall when he was working as a blacksmith. he's had more scars than that, but those are the ones that you can see on a daily basis and not every now and again.

Distinguishing Features: you'll know it's Vince when you see his hair curved one way and his bangs go another way. and the earrings in his ears, that are not made of sterling silver, but another silver that he isn't allergic too. you'll see the light tanned body and his hard muscles from his work in the blacksmithing buisness. mist likely you'll see him wearing a pair of glasses, that seemed to be crafted from some fine craftsman. but the think you'll find is the birthmark on his neck. and the scar on his forehead from a fall when he was having a seizure when he was working as a blacksmith.

Immediate Family: his immediate family was small. the fact being that in reality both his parents died before he even became 1 year old. Reason being that his father died in the hospital before he was ever born. and his mother in reality died when she was giving birth to him. Ever since then he has been in an oprhanage and self teaching himself. His parents teaching was strict and more rigerous than most would expect. there is no distant family known but more or less speaking, his family ties were small.

Upbringing: In the basics of his life, he was teaching himself in the ways of the buddhist, and Samurai. he raised himself in the ideals of Buddha Siddhartha Guatama, in other words the one who started buddhism. he was raised with the ideals that he would one day live a happy and fufilling life. he brought himself to know about honor and wisdom and payers and everything of the sort. the things his foster parents tought him brought him to this point in his life where he'll either make or break the world or himself.

Shortened History: learning to talk, walk, and explore his vast surroundings, he never knew his parents. or where he truly came from. up until he was in the children's home. where they, when he could understand what had happened, was when they told him everything about his past. at first he really didn't belive them, bring in and out of homes and loosing hope about everything. including love and families. to make a living for himself, he was an apprentice for a blacksmith, and worked until he was a year from finishing his apprentiship when his teacher died, and he then, taking the works he was making for his teacher to study and improve, taught himself in his teachers ways. and crafted many more things than swords, and armour and small parts for small things. he crafted things from the medieval and samurai times, taking a keen interest into it. he pariticipated in martial arts tournaments and won many of them. learned the arts of Tai-Kuando; Jujitzu; Kung-Fu. When he broke from his learnings from blacksmithing, he created a life forhimself by studying the dynastys. and being adopted by a royal aristocratic family that lived in england. he then began to read about the stories of the Oddesy, and Camelot, and robin hood and other kindgom stories and began to percieve that his life was destined to be in the kingdom. he stops crime and when he does, at the scene for detectives he leaves a feather or two. known as the black knight he stops crime. he beleives that his role in his new family was to play the family lord, and the knight, and the price all at the same time. all in which he has fun with. or his way of "fun" that is.

Coming of Age: (When and how did your character "grow up"?) the minuet Villhelm realised that the world wasn't full of candycanes and sparkles, was around the age of 15. young for most but enlightening for others. how he grew up was when his foster family sat down with him and had a talk with him about his behavior and that the world, soon, would be for him himself to explore alone. that they'd be there for him, and that he, if school proved helpful

History of Vincent:
before he could ever learn his first word, both his parents had died. he had never known his parents. they placed him up for adoption, 6 months went by before he got placed into a children's home because they couldn't find anyone who would foster or adopt him. he was placed into a children's home up until he was about  the age of 17 a year before he was let out. and out into the world. bacially 16 and a half years he was in the care of the children's home. he had been bullied for his looks and being different from everyone else. which changed his view of the world greatly. they told him when he was about 5 what happened to his parents. when he was able to fully understand, they told him again in more detail at the age of 12 and the true story when he was 16. he then found an open slot in apprenticeship with the local blacksmith. he loved to craft things and work with tools and help the janitors and carpenders on his free time, so blacksmithing came easily for him. he worked on small things when he was first starting out, making small parts and just learning how to forge, shape and cool molten metal into parts.
a year before his apprenticeship ended, his mentor died at the age of 63 from a heart attack. he had to take the works he made, without the aid or supervision of his mentor and do it himself. that's where he self taught himself in the true art of blacksmithing. his mentor left scrolls and books and his journal behind for him to read through, showing directions and experiments for unfinished crafts that he soon took into his own hands. it wasnt long before a freak accident, when vincent was crafting a steel rod to shape into a proper bearing to replace one of the wheels on the royal families' stage coach, when it broke when the coach went off the road and crashed into the nearby bakery. the metal split and smashed into another molten bar above him. the mess came down on his back, burning him, taking out his spine, and leaving an issue that triggers muscle spasms, and in some cases send him into a spiralling seizure. he was then, before his 18th birthday, adopted by the royal family, for the deed he did, and the pain he was caused.
his talents were greatly used. they didn't have a royal blacksmith that would be able to craft as much as he. to they, as the royal family was just visiting, brought him back to england with them. there he was endoused in studies, books upon books, and they uncovered his love for reading, as much maybe a little less so than crafting. they saw that he was endoused in learning martial arts, all kinds, and let him join in tournaments, and leagues. have a professsional come in and do one-on-one training with him. he loved the idea of royalty and the stories of the greeks, romans, camelot, and the former rulers of the "kingdom". he was a man in the new age, thinking like the greek, roman, samurai, and mideval ages. war was his passion, crafting things helped fuel the hunger for it. anywhere he could go, he would practice moves and battle cries, even crafting small plays and things to put on for his adoptive parents.
he began to like the idea of crime, still loving the old ways of the older age, their trials, their wars, their armour, everything. the lust for it never left him. and never would. which then started his love for crime fighters, and the peace-keepers of the world. he loved the ideas of intergalactic battles, battles of the new age, merging himself in a world that was diverse in wants, dreams, desires, and fantasies. what he now belives he is today.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         

a blacksmith's seizure:
an agonized cry passed through my lips as pain seized my back. wrenching my aching body to the ground, lying In a motionless ball on the cold grown. My dammed body froze on me, locking every godforsaken muscle, ever fiber of my being and rendered me useless. I had fallen, fallen forward, smashing my skull against the work table. one my mentor made for me a long time ago. another rammed seizure. stars floated in front of my view as my head swam in circles, My body locked up in pain. heat swam up my back, to the sight of all my seizures. even bending too far sends me into an episode. each one worse and longer than the last.
I muttered curses in more languages than one. how they managed to slip out was beyond my comprehension, out from my mind clouded with pain. No one could help me. I was rendered useless like a weak 1 month old kitten. My body shook and trembled from the exert of my body. My muscles screaming for me to breathe. My chest felt closed, lungs unable to expand, to take in the life saving air. another cry seized my body as my back lit up in flames, hot burning flames that seemed to never end. My eyes searched the floor, head unable to move. an episode longer than the others I've had this week. I felt something warm and wet drip down my face.
My tongue flicked out, tasting the sample. a copper taste lit focused my emotions, flooded my senses, clouded my mind from the seizure rendering my body helpless. blood. blacksmiths don't bleed. yet I, in the midst of a seizure, was bleeding. I felt it. the flames seemed to be licking my back, like the tongue of a cat forged from fire, died down. My body was cooling, like one does when a hot iron ring, forged from molten iron, is placed in water to quickly cool after shaping. vision darkening, I could only see dark figures around me. untold weather real or fantasy, breathing or not. I didn't know weather I had slept or not.
something cold passed by my lips. a liquid, water maybe. I eagerly took a drink, finding the cool liquid delightful to feel. the way the cold slipped down my throat, cooling my hot veins and trembling body. the chill felt like it froze my body in an ever glorious freeze. vulnerable, I felt helpless in my vulnerable weakened state. My eyes opened, head swimming with new emotions as I processed I wasn't giving myself a drink. My eyes met the blue eyes of mentor. or so I thought. I knew I wasn't in my workshop. But in my loft, where I slept. someone was giving me water. a soft voice rang in my ears as my eyes focused on their face.
''I saw you lying there on the ground, are you alright?'' they asked, my eyes narrowed to see another face. concerned, worried.
I tried to speak, my lips moving, but the only sound produced was the groan of me trying. My seizure had escaped my power. taken me, and rendered me useless. for I was weak and could not talk. I heard the figure talk again, my hearing and attention fading in and out. until I got tapped on the shoulder. My eyes focused on them again.
''hey, I asked if you were alright?'' they asked again. I couldn't speak English well, but I replied nonetheless.
''you do not belong here. who ask you, I am fine. go.'' I rumbled, nothing worse than a stranger helping me, believing I am a weakling, helpless and frail.
 I am Vincent. I am weak in no man's eyes. surprise lit their eyes, like it was the first time help had been rejected before. I snorted, getting out of my cot. I rolled too fast, and sat up too hastily. fire seized my back in a painful warning. move to quick and I'll be back. My mind told me, as a sucked in a breath, a large one for the first time in a long while. hands wrapped around my body, gently placing me back in my bed. I was starting to get annoyed.
''I no need your help. be gone.'' I snarled, my voice roughened with my broken English.
''please, you need to rest sir.'' they whispered, seeming to beg to the likes of me.
''I rest for no man. I need to work'' I argued, sitting up again.
pain spliced back, the fire crosshatching across my back, sending my body into another pain. my body seized up. the warning more prominent than the last. as if the demon causing my pain was slowly taking the life blood from my veins. arms wrapped around me, helping me lay down once again.
''please, your ill, you must rest. work will come once you are better.'' they begged.
I had no choice. I was weak. My body was sapped of its energy, even the smallest babé would sense my weakness. this dammed curse placed upon my back. one I cannot seem to fix. one I may never be able to fix. they must have seen my wound, for a gasp was heard throughout the shop.
"what happened to you?" they asked. their question was getting on my nerves.
"nothing. you need not to know." i grumbled, deciding on weather it was best to rest or not.
"sir, i hope you understand that your ill, and someone must help you." they pressed.
i rolled my eyes before looking at them, i got a good look at their face. their face was masked with worry their pale eyes glazed over with fear and concern for me. like i was weakling. this isn't the first time i've had a seizure, and wont be my last.
"i no need help. i am no weakling." i snapped as they looked at me with worry on their face.
"sir, you just had a seizure, you must rest, or you may trigger another" they pleaded.
"what is your name, kid." i grumbled, as they smiled just a little.
"cassian. and yours?" they asked.
"vincent." i muttered as they smiled.
it wasn't long before i was able to walk, and escort Cassian out of my shop. not before thanking him with a small silver ring that i gave to him as a small thank you. he may not have directly called me weak, but did more than most would, they stayed and helped me. me. a complete stanger. which is stranger then most.

[Yveltal]

The sunset, the evening, the darkness.
Erebos, master of fires and all metals

Username
DungeonsAndBasilisks- DAB or Basilisk if you will.

My Name
''Salutations. My name is Erebos, Ere if you wish.''
Erebos - Greek; sunset, evening, darkness

Sex
"Male."

Extra
WIP

[benjeep]

Username: The Master Doctor
Name:Thormund
Meaning: Thor's protection
Gender: Male
Extra: Wip

[[dys]functional]

________Sen-the-Psycho


________Seth


________Put, who puts, fixed


________Demon


________Male


________23


________Protective • Passionate • Ambitious • Solitary • Aggressive • Irritable • Impulsive


________The local healer predicted that a "Child like no other" would be born in the village. Once Seth was born, the healer demanded to see him at once. She was convinced he was a demon, and proceeded to tell the whole village. Many other Rukämi looked down upon him and his parents, and even feared the young pup. Many rumors were spread, and Seth's parents soon came to fear him as well.

________[Seth's P.O.V.]
________My family hated me. My village hated me. I was all alone.

________Growing up, I had no friends. Many others my age either ran in fear from me, or taunted and bullied me because of my horns. Even adults would join in with the taunting, when they weren't leading their children away from me in fear of bad luck. I never went to school. I wasn't allowed to. I wasn't allowed to play outside away from my home, and I wasn't allowed to go out with my parents. They were ashamed to be in public with me. Who would want to be the parents of the demon child?

________Even at a young age, I'd gotten into many fights. Fights I didn't cause, but nonetheless. Groups of older children would gang up on me and push me around. It went from throwing rocks, to pushing me into rivers. And one time, I'd been pushed into a gorge, and broke my right horn. I tumbled down and struck a boulder, and didn't wake up for a few days. No one even bothered to come and find me... It was dark by the time I awoke. Confused, I looked around. I felt my head, and memories came flowing back. I tried to speak, but couldn't. I was so scared, I couldn't even move. That night, I stayed in the gorge, and cried myself to sleep...

________I never stood up for myself in fear of getting in trouble. I had so much anger and sadness pent up, and no outlet for it... that is, until I started building things. I started out with wood and clay, and found I could lose myself in creating things. I tried to show my parents, tried to make them proud of me, but they only shunned me and told me to do something more useful. I was 10 at the time, so there wasn't much else I could do. I couldn't get a job. No one wanted me. So, I ran away into the forest. I created many things, and made shelter for myself. As I matured into a teenager, I would only go into the village to buy tools and other materials that I couldn't make myself. I started to craft with metal, and eventually began to travel into other villages to sell my works. No one outside of my hometown knew of me, or my bad reputation.

________When I was 17, I decided to pay my parents a visit, hoping to show them that I was useful, and not a monster. My father was furious that I was alive and threatened to have me killed if I didn't leave instantly. I was angry, but I guess I should've expected it. If they didn't love me then, why would they love me now? Regardless, since I was already in town, I decided to go to the market. There wasn't much going on, just the usual. I walked up to one of the stands that sold weapons and materials. I'd wanted to purchase some more materials, but the owner of the stand gave me a hard time about it. He refused to sell me the items, and pushed me to the ground. I fell backwards, and hit my head. "You worthless trash, I refuse to sell you any of my products." He spat. I got up, but the owner came at me again, so I pushed him away from me. Unfortunately, he fell into his stand and was injured by the fall. He must've hit his head, because he was unconscious. I tried to help him, but others gathered around me, yelling and screaming. "W-what have you done?!" I heard someone yell from the crowd. I looked around, panicking. "I-I didn't mean to, he-" I signed, but was cut off by someone else pushing me. I didn't even look back as I scrambled up and ran. I ran until I couldn't see my hometown any more...


________Seth was born January 13th. His favorite color is silver, and he enjoys long walks, music, the night, campfires, drawing, crafting swords, winter, and piercings. He is a traveler, and often never stays in the same location very long. His favorite food is grilled boar. Seth also sleeps with an old childhood toy that he crafted himself. It's a medium-sized plush raven with black button eyes. He calls the raven "Shadow", and he sleeps with it because he often has night terrors, and nightmares about his past. Because of this fear, Seth has anxiety, PTSD, insomnia, and always carries around a torch in the night, along with one of his own crafted swords.

________Seth is kind, but often hides from the general public unless he absolutely has to go out. He dislikes his horns, and often covered his head, neck and face in robes while in public. The metal beads in his hair were crafted with magic, and he made them himself. They are to keep your heart pure in times of darkness.

________Because of the childhood bullying, Seth is terrified of water, heights, and large groups of Rukami.. And, because of the accident in the gorge, he ended up damaging the frontal lobe of his brain, which caused him to be mute. Now, he uses sign language to communicate. Seth also had to repair his right horn, as it had been broken off from the fall. His right horn is made of metal that he crafted himself. The other is reinforced with metal, making it harder to break.

________When I think of Seth, I think of the song "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor.

________[Song Lyrics:]

________This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name

[WolfTheHuman]

[Froas]

mark

[PurpleKakashi]

Extended to march 5th!

[WolfTheHuman]

ok good, my friend is working on some gift art for me <3
Good luck Everyone!