[zoketi.]

***Still a major WIP!!! :3

Name:
Aeráki [Meaning "breeze" in Greek]
Age (at most 400):
193
Gender:
Female
Element:
Air
Personality:
Aeráki is a calm and silent Saber. She is a bit shy really, and doesn't enjoy the company of others. Her distant demeanor isn't inviting either, so she usually gets her wish. Aeráki can be a bit friendly if you strike her interest, but that is rare. She is also quite loyal and trusting, so if you do become her companion it will be a lasting relationship.

She does have a rather short temper, and can change instantly from her shy side to a furious one. When angered, she is hard to reason with. She would give her life for those she knows and trusts.
Insults also hit her hard, she is quite sensitive to teasing. Being a little on the small size, she may be subject to this. When really winded up, her claws come out.

Aeráki often is seen sitting alone, eyes shut. She is usually brooding and dreaming, for sometimes she is a bit spiritual. She has all the time in the world to think, and likes to ponder many of the world's features. While doing this, she is usually still and attentive to her mind. Occasionally she will speak quietly to herself.
Attacks:
Gust- Able to course the wind as she wishes, either blowing through her mouth or gathered and shot somewhere with her paws.
Shifter-Using the air she can trap the light at the right angle and form sort of a projection of another animal or object. Rather like conjuring up something, though this is made of air and is fragile. Used mostly as a distraction, but more powerful ones can do damage.
Unfocused-Lasting only a minute, she can temporarily blind others by creating a sort of "lens" of air.
Breeze Shred-With powerful slices of air from her teeth or claws she can wound others.
Armor type (silver, gold or bronze):
Bronze
Special Ability:
She can somehow sense the deepest aura, if you call it that, of others. For instance, the driving emotion, whether they are "good" or "evil", and occasionally minor emotions. When she does this, her eyes normally glow white and shine.
Story:

Continuance. Force. What really drove us? Kept us living?

The question she pondered was deep, but that was normal....for her at least. Aeráki sat on a large stone, her paws tucked beneath her and her eyes closed. Her steady breathing was the only thing that showed she was still alive, even her ears stilled.

The saber was small, barely old enough to live alone. Yet there was no other creature around. It seemed deserted but for Aeráki herself.

"But really. The elk flee yet the cold chases." Aeráki murmured softly. She blinked her eyes and leapt off the rock. Her powerful muscles propelled her body across the ground, though even for a Saber she was rather weak.

"Look, the crow flies." She whispered, watching the black bird sweep across the sky. Her paws pounded softly across the grass, and her tufty tail flicked.

Ahead of her, the sunrise glowed. A gust of wind rushed along, blowing Aeráki's fur. The gale whipped louder and louder, creating wailing noises. The saber braced herself, but the wind never pushed her harder than a slight breeze.

"What is this?" Aeráki whispered, wondering if there were any communicating spirits. She had stopped by now, and was scanning the windy meadow.

Looks like I have another thing to ponder...

Aeráki closed her eyes, deciding not to go anywhere in the strange phenomenon. She sat down and let a her features relax.

Take them.

Aeráki's eyes shot open. "Who's there?" She called into the winds. The voice had been soft and faint, but easily heard by the saber.

Aeráki spotted something in the sky, falling closer. She squinted, and realized they were two black and white feathers, streaked with purple.

Her paw swiped out and snatched them from in front of her face. She sniffed them, but nothing but the airy smell of feathers penetrated her nose. Aeráki gazed around, searching for the creature that had presented them to her.

Let the winds guide you.

Aeráki stood, peering about. Who was talking? She shivered slightly, but placed the two feathers behind her ear. It instinctively felt right. With a sigh, the small saber stood and gazed around again. The winds seemed to be dying, so Aeráki stepped slowly away from the area. She felt rather lighter than usual, and sped up.

The saber reached a stream, where she bent down to gaze at her reflection. She stifled a gasp. Her eyes.....they were pure white and glowing.

Aeráki stood frozen, feeling shocked. Around her paws the wind still swirled, rising along her legs. She let out a small hiss, and a large gush of air flew from her jaws.

You are the air.

[KaiKenNatsuki]

Awesome!!!

Though to me it Looks a bit more psychic thand air :3 But still, i love it ^^

[zoketi.]

Thank you! ouo Yes, I was thinking of making her that, but she's just more air to me. x3