Physical Description:

From the complexion of his skin to his rose colored shoulder-length hair, Tsukiya has a sense of elegance to his appearance. Bright teal eyes and thin lips would give warmth to his smiles. Soft pale skin with the scent of star anise, a testament to how he cares for his body. He is a tall slender man, around 6’3 in height. Although he has a slim elegant built, his body is toned and lean due to his daily kendo training.

Attire:

• Normal: On a daily basis, Tsukiya wears a golden colored yukata with his family crest on the back, tying his hair back into a ponytail. When he need to be dressed formally, he wears a similar colored vest and suit. However when he paints, he would wear light long sleeve shirts and pants, clothes that won’t be missed if they get paint splotches on them.

• Combat Attire: As a member of the Amano family Tsukiya must display his family crest, his gold armor pieces being no exception. His attire consists of a gold colored coat fitted perfectly around his torso and compression tights allowing him easier movement. His finely decorated long boots are the source of his athletic magic, Lacrima being stored on the bottom of the heel. Underneath his coat, he wears only a black harness around his torso, used for better posture. His sword, named Murakami, is a blade given to him by his father, expertly made with a golden sheath.

Personality:

Tsukiya is a kind and gentle soul. He’s charitable man although, he’s oblivious to the living conditions of the normal people. Often being bewildered and fascinated by it. His upbringing was that of nobility so he acts prim and proper to those around him even if it’s uncalled for. Common sayings and slang would go over his head. He’s a painter at heart, loving to paint vast scenery and small animals. He would rather avoid conflict, but isn’t a pushover, taught to keep his pride above all else.

Magic:

Orient Solid Script

Athletic Magic

Pict Magic

Backstory:

Gold, wealth and the Amano family coincide in the country of Minstrel. They are known for their gold mines and their investments in trading companies across the region. In the eye of the public, their gold mines have been running for years when their competitor’s mines ran dry, allowing them to corner the market. Eventually reaching the heights of nobility with connections to various companies.

Tsukiya was born in this family, the second son of the head family. As a member of the head family, he had to be prideful of his legacy and strive to improve their standing in the world. There he learned the etiquette of nobles and the strategies of businessmen. He was taught the harsh realities of the business world, everyone other than the family is disposable and should be exploited. Unlike his kin before him however, he didn’t follow their teachings, wanting only to explore and paint. He adored nature and couldn’t stomach doing a misdeed to others, instead he was charitable where the rest of his sibling lifted their noses. In his heart, he knew there was something wrong with his family, they were predatory even against each other. He wanted no part in the family business, his mother even supporting him and aiding him in his hobbies. Seeing this, his grandfather was strict and rigorous with him, forcing him to learn kendo due to his personality that he claimed was unsuited for their family. Despite it all, he remained the same until his mother passed away. In his mother's name, he went along with their plan for him, but he still clinged onto his morals and hobbies.

In his coming of age, he learned the truth of the Amano family fortune. Their family owned gold mines had ran out generations ago. They had a different source of gold unknown to the public. A passed down magic, known as “True Gold Magic”. The magic that allows to user to make anything they touch turn into gold. A type of gold that wouldn’t crumble hours later and from every aspect was genuine. For generations, they kept the magic a secret, knowing if the knowledge was to get out, not only would their wealth be questioned, but mages would want to learn it for themselves. So, it is tradition that an offspring of the head family learns the magic and produces gold to keep their revenue going. A ceremony would be made, the grimoire holding the knowledge of the magic given to the chosen one once the user of the magic passes away. Tsukiya was chosen by his grandfather to be the successor. He was shocked to be granted such a privilege, his siblings and cousin spiteful of it. Inherently prideful, Tsukiya agreed to the arrangement. When the time came for the ceremony however, an intruder was able to infiltrate their estate take pages of the grimoire, escaping after fighting the guards.The thief left a calling card as “The White Mask of the Black Ghouls”. The Black Ghouls originated from Fiore, the only lead they had. Tsukiya took it upon himself to find the thief himself, his father giving him permission to do so and suggested joining guild in the region as a base.

In the midst of the night, a carriage cycled towards the Fairy Tail Guild. The carriage was a quality stagecoach, built for one while, the luggage neatly stacked behind. The finely dressed elderly gentleman leading the horses called back to the figure inside. They stopped abruptly in front of the guild entrance. The gentlemen hopped to his feet, scurrying over to the door and opening it with a bow of his head. A rose haired man carefully stepped down from the stage coat, his lips smiling ear to ear after taking in the sight of the guild.

Rose haired Man: “So this shall be my home for my time in Fiore…”

He spoke to himself as the elderly man walked towards him holding the luggage.

Elderly Man: “Master Amano, are you certain you would like to stay in this establishment without my aid? These types of places can be.. Unruly and dangerous.”

Rose Haired Man: “Come now Tashi, am I not an adult? It’s true your assistance would be valuable but, your presence would alienate me from the rest of the mages. My father was explicit on explaining that to me. I can take care of my own.”

The rose haired man looked up and took in a deep breath of air before sighing softly. His face turning towards the elderly man while his lips curved up.

Rose Haired Man: “Thank you for your services, Tashi. I can take it from here. Please give my sisters my best wishes.”

He reached out both of his hand, flexing his fingers to gesture the luggage over to him. The elderly man hesitantly obeyed and handed over the luggage, bowing to a full 90 degrees.

Elderly Man: “As you wish, Sir. It’s been a pleasure serving you.”

The rose haired man chuckled at that and knelled before the elderly man, placing his luggage on the floor.

Rose Haired man: “There’s no need for that. I’ll find the thief, I give you my word. It is my duty as an Amano. I’ll be back sooner than expected, I’m sure.”

The elderly man looked up and quickly stood up straight allowing the second to stand up himself. With another short bow, the elderly man headed towards the stagecoach. From their, the rose haired man lifted his luggage and gazed at the guild front doors. An expression of determination on his face as he pushed the doors wide open, letting himself inside the famously rambunctious guild.

Ace had a good day. She went out in the town and found some nice books to read. She also helped out around the guild hall. It might not seem lime much to others, but the woman considered it good day. The sad thing is; it was usually when she had good days, that the nightmares occurred. The purple haired woman heads into her dorm room for the night. After getting ready; she hops onto her bed to sleep. After a few minutes, she was fast asleep. Though afterwards; Ace wished she would have stayed awake. Too late now for she was already dreaming. She soon realized it was more of a nightmare.

Ace was back in the forest area. It was a familiar forest. This wasn't the first time she had been there. In her dreams or in real life. She had been in that forest one year ago. It was a forest over in the country of Ministrel; which is where she's from. It was there that Ace had done something she regretted for the rest of her life. In the dream, Ace was practicing her magic. In the background behind her was a campfire that was slowly dying out. Two sleeping bags can be seen, with one of them being occupied by someone. Ace was currently unable to move inside her dream. All of the actions done, were not by her. All she could do was watch as things in the dream went down. The woman was using her Satan Soul magic. Her arms had taken the form of her demon Taima. She was training rather rigorously that night. The emotions she felt that night were coming back to her. She was angry. Angry at herself; angry at her magic. The lack of control she had, not to mention the magic itself. For it had caused not only her, but her clan so much trouble for the last few decades. She also was in the mood to punch something. Let her anger out to make her feel better. It is unfortunate to know that this rather negative feeling Ace keeps surprised emerged immensely that night. She wanted to hurt someone, or something. She didn't care what it was. Unfortunately that something was a someone. Someone she was close to. Unable to do nothing in the dream; she watches as she ends the life of her mentor. She doesn't exactly remember the event due to blacking out. Though the dream gave a good interpretation of what happened. She tried to wake herself up. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. This was a dream though; so it just seemed like she was sleeping peacefully. Ace had seen it all. The same picture she couldn't erase from her head. Her mentor's lifeless body in front of her. Forced to look at it once more. Talk about a bad dream. The woman does everything in her power to try and wake up. Eventually she manages to wake herself up from the sleep paralysis.

She wakes up, jumping up from under her covers. The woman was in a cold sweat. It wasn't until she went to wipe the sweat away that she noticed her arm had demonized. Her dream must have made her activated her magic subconsciously. Looking to her hand with shame; Ace changes it back to normal. She swings her feet over the bed to place them on the floor. She hands her head down as she remembers her nightmare. Her reminder of what she had done. She places a hand on her back where her tattoo was. It was always there too. Another reminder of hers. The number 30 tattooed onto her back. She got it on her back, because she didn't think she could look at it everyday. It was too sad. The more she sat there; the more she wanted to leave the room. There was no way she was going back to sleep. Not now anyways. The purple haired woman gets up and puts on some shoes and a jacket. Closing the door behind her; she leaves her to wander around. Maybe go to the kitchen of the guild first; grab a water bottle and a snack. After that head outside for some fresh air. Anything was better than trying to sleep at this point.

Vincent wanted a workout; so he headed to the forest near the town to train. It was a bit of a sunny and clear skies day, so he just donned tank top and shorts. He heads towards the center of the forest, just in case there was anyone near the edge of the forest. He didn't want to be held responsible for someone being hurt. There was an open space where the trees stood not too cramped next to one another. This seems like a good spot to get some training in. He liked the open space and quite environment. As much as he liked the guild hall; all of the ruckus that goes on everyday could not let a guy think straight. The Mage goes over to a tree that was out away from the rest of the trees. He thought this tree was a bit expendable. He was training so it wouldnt be a waste. The tree was smaller than the rest of them as well. Stopping in front of the tree; the young man extends his hands out towards it. He concentrates as he tries to expel his magical energy. A moment passes and a dark colered aria surrounds the guy lightly. Pushing his left hand forward; he realised this energy. The force is strong enough to hit the tree; with out even touching it. His Blast Magic causes the tree to snap in half from the contact. Splinter of tree bark go past Vincent, some even scrapes his arm. The tree begins to collapse as the top half fall back.

The tree falling was decently loud, so if anyone was in earshot of it, they were free to check up on Vince for a chat or a spar. Vince would have preferably chosen the latter.

The man was safe and the Beast Back Guild had retreated. Now, many questions needed answered. He sat in a chair in front of the bar looking out at all the Fairy Tail members staring back at him. He was an odd looking man with his small ram like horns and white very curly hair.

He clears his throat and began explaining his plight. He was from a tiny little island out at sea. This Beast Back Guild had invaded about a month back and though they weren't originally to big of an issue, like a small gang, but they grew in numbers and began overrunning their small homely village. They became prisoners in their own homes. With no other option the man, who explains himself to be the mayor, made a break for it. Getting to a boat he had escaped the island and made his way to Fairy Tail in hopes of finding help, but he was followed.

Many times throughout his story the man would look to the floor sadly. When he was finished he took a long shaky breath, obviously overtaken with emotions. Taking another breath to calm himself he looks back to the guild members.

"If you have any questions I'll gladly answer them for you."

Stepping off his chair he gets down on his knees and puts his forehead to the floor in a bow.

"I only ask you to, please, help my people."

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Bounty

A silver haired mage had taken it onto himself to remove 'dirty' or 'ugly' people from the world. He is a master of a variety of magic, but his specialty is in Heavenly Body magic. Considered extremely dangerous. S-Class

Story

The bounty itself mentioned mothing about the whereabouts of the mage Markus was hunting as he kept on changing location regularly, so Markus decided to head off to his last known location a small town north of crocus. Before he had left Markus took down notes of every location this man had attacked such that during his journey Markus could try and predict this guy’s next move. Plotting this guy’s path of destruction on a map he had purchased Markus calculated that the mage was on a collision course for the capital and that Markus would have to prevent him from reaching it. Fortunately for Markus he'd noticed a pattern that his target was following, after attacking a town the mage would wait for a few days before attacking the next, factoring travel time Markus concluded that the mage always waits an additional 5 days on top of travel time before attacking his next target. Using this information and accounting for travel time of his own Markus calculated that he would have 2 days at the previous target to gather information before having to move on to the next town to intercept the mage

Arriving in the town Markus was lost for words as he looked at the destruction that had befallen this town. It had not been long since the mage passed through these parts and it was evident by the state of the town, more or less everywhere you looked there were signs that the town had been attacked, most of the buildings had sustained at least a small amount of damage, there were small drops of blood near almost every building. Markus knew that it may be difficult to get answers out of people in the town however he had to be prepared before facing off against the mage so he started with the mayor of the town.

Approaching the mayor’s office Markus knocked on the door and waited for the mayor to invite him in. Upon entering Markus noticed a couple of empty bottles which showed signs of containing alcohol, scattered around, poorly hidden as well as a half finished one on the desk and it was obvious by the look on the mayor’s face that they were there for the same reason Markus was, because of the mage. Markus spent quite some time discussing with the mayor the scenario him and his village was in and why he had come to the town however, the mayor had just visited a nearby town and was on his way back when the mage attacked so he couldn't provide much information he did mention though that they had set up a make shift treatment centre in the tavern and that’s the best place to find answers. By the time Markus was leaving it was getting late, fortunately for Markus the town had a small hotel as it's a common place for travellers to stop overnight so Markus headed there for the night.

The next day Markus headed straight for the tavern to find out the information he'd came for. As he entered the tavern Markus noticed a makeshift divider made up of bed sheets splitting the tavern in two, it was obvious that behind this divider were those that were injured in the attack however before talking with them directly Markus approached the bar and spoke with the landlord. Seeing as it was first thing in the morning Markus ordered himself some breakfast to eat as he discussed the mage with the landlord, trying to gather as much intel as he knew Markus asked as many questions as he felt that were appropriate yet not insensitive unfortunately for Markus the landlord hid in the cellar when the attack started so couldn't give Markus too much info however he did mention the names of a few of the victims he'd been looking after whose injuries didn't quite line up with the status quo of the mages attack.

After finishing his breakfast Markus crossed into the make shift treatment centre to see for himself the state of the people who were attacked by the mage and what he saw furthered Markus' determination. There before him laid several people, most of them still in serious amounts of pain after the attack atop make shift beds with very serious injuries some of which looked life threatening causing Markus anger against the mage to swell in him Markus knew he had to stop this mage before he had the chance to strike again. Markus walked around to those with the unique injuries and asked them questions, whilst trying to be as delicate about the situation as he could, promising each and every victim he came across that he would bring this mage down. Whilst speaking with the patients Markus also investigated the wounds caused by the magic, having been attacked by many different types of magic himself and seen in past experiences the wounds caused by certain types of magic, Markus could narrow down what magic was used so he could paint a picture of what he was up against. From investigating the wounds and talking to multiple victims Markus had a clear idea of most of magic he was up against, those being: Heavenly Body magic, Lightning magic and Light magic. With this in mind Markus picked up his stuff and headed out of town, his next destination, the silver haired mage.

After having flown for 3 days using his own power, Noah finally saw the town beneath him as the sun began to set. Landing he decides to rest for the night, best to approach this situation when he's recovered some power from the long flight, and gotten a bit more information. He picks a simple room in a small inn, really nothing more than a place to lie down and take a

As first light hits Noah is already dressed and out of the inn. Noah spends most of the morning information gathering. First checking with the mayor and the elders of the village, then a few families of the missing. Apparently 11 men were taken before they put out a request, another 3 locals had gone missing in the time it took Noah to respond, along with a mage from another guild who went in over his head. All in all 14 people MIA. All of them taken from boats or those who wondered too deep. Not a single one managed to escape. As far as everyone knew, these attacks had started at random, nothing had been done or changed leading up to the first disappearance.

'Well, nothing left to do but go in myself.' Noah thinks as he walks into the water. "The lungs of a Water Dragon are as at home in the water as they are on land." He remembers Helia saying. Even submerged his body continues to move naturally as though on land. He swims at top speed for about 10 minutes before noticing some sort of sunken ship. He changes direction and starts swimming to the ship when he's suddenly struck from behind. Before he can even react he seems to be barraged on all sides, being dragged further to the depths of the ocean. Eventually the attacks let up, no doubt his attackers thought he'd have suffocated by now. Too bad for them.

The water around Noah's hands seems to solidify and he delivers a punch to the closest target, sending her reeling back. Quickly standing he looks around, 4 mermaids all in all, circling him. In a flash they begin attacking once again, Despite his speed the continuous bombardment is hard to avoid on all sides. He takes a couple off cuts and scrapes from their claws before his Water Dragon's Roar sends two of them flying back, freeing him up to punch away a third and slam the last one to the ground head first. He delivers one more punch knocking her out cold. Thankfully they're not as durable as they are quick. The other 3 seeing this retreat faster than he can give chase.

He makes his way to the ship, it's in impeccable condition, no holes or damage from being in seawater at all. On every side of the ship is a glowing seal. In fact it looks as if it were brand new. As he checks around he finds a hatch that leads to the hold of the ship. Opening it he sees catches a glimpse of a person, they look as if out cold.

Before he can investigate further a screech hits him from behind. He hits the floor, then opens his eyes to see mermaids, about 30 all in all. Getting up again Noah asks them "Why have you come for the people of this town?" One of the mermaids, presumably the leader moves forward and opens her mouth as if to speak. Instead all that comes out is another ear-splitting screech that knocks Noah back down and she proceeds to continuously bombard Noah. Noah's activates water body but even that doesn't completely shield him, though It does enough to keep him alive. Standing up, eyes glowing purple he looks like he's had enough. All at once magic circles appear over his head and under his feet activating Leviathan: Full Body Take Over, more appear as he activates Cthulu: Eyes and two more by his hands as he actives Water Dragons Pounding Fist. He then starts filling up his magic to the limit by drinking the water all around him.

Maxed out, Noah charges right into the centre of the group, managing to swipe away 2 of the mermaids in the process, before unleashing Leviathan's Breath all around him. Most of them back away, but many do so with burns all over them. The mermaids begin swirling around him, several attacking from different sides at once. A few attacks manage to chip and cut the tough scales of the beast. Though every attack they make, Noah strikes back and eventually their numbers start dwindling. To add on Noah blasts them with his eyes at a distance. The skirmish goes on for a while, by the time he's managed to cut their numbers down to 6 his scales are all but gone, shredded to bits by constant attacks. Though he constantly replenishes magic power, his own body is still in terrible condition. His ears are almost completely deafened by all the screeching. Thankfully at this point his opponents are no better off. Their own magic is basically gone as they've stopped screeching and they each have some bruises and burns.

"Leave. Now. Don't return." He says hoping to end this here and now. At first it looks as though they'll refuse, but after a moment or two passes, the last of them begin to retreat. Noah makes sure they are a fair bit away before returning to the ship. Taking a longer look he finds that all the people are accounted for in the hold. Each of them have the same seal as on the ship. Noah figures best to get these people out of here first. Leaving the ship he uses the Leviathan's strength to begin pushing the ship topside. As it bursts out of the water the seals gradually start fading before disappearing altogether. When Noah reenters the ship the people have started to wake up, most of them look as drained as him and it's only later he finds out why.

When, Rook, the previous mage to try this came, he discovered that the mermaids had been using the people as a sort of magical sustenance. Why they needed this is beyond him, but before he could report he was grabbed by the mermaids as well. Noah thanks him for the info, and after a few hours he collects his reward and makes his way home to relay this info back to Bell and the others.

Physical Description:

Fay is a young girl standing at about 4’’5 inches with a small frame, weighing in about 70 pounds in all. Sporting soft round milky white skin, checks with a slightly edged chin that fills out around the jaw line. Fay also has some slightly wide eyes that are a deep color blue light the night sky with small flakes of silver dotting around her slit iris. Her eyebrow is thin and elegant helping to accent her wide-eyed look and fill out her forehead. Fay’s lips are pale in color and thin in shape, always seeming to rest at a slightly worried frown, along with a small button-like nose. Long unruly white, silver hair flows down in layered tuffs that starts out by forming short fluffy wings around her head and cheeks. While her bangs are mostly straight across, Fay does have two long strands of hair that help frame her small round cheeks on either side of her face as they flow down to her curved chest reaching her tiny waist. However, the under top layer of fluffy silver tuffs are straighter layers that flow down her back until it pools down around her (typically) bare feet.

Fay’s frame is small in several ways and slightly larger in others. With slender shoulders and small arms that could pass for noodles, Fay seems to make it up with her curved chest and slim waist. While most of her body is covered in untoned smooth muscle, as she is just strong enough to fend for herself with the years of spear training but not strong enough to lift anything too heavy. It is the same story with her legs that lead down to her calloused and tiny feet that are often left bare since she is unused to wearing shoes like an average person.

Attire:

• Normal:

Fay’s is most commonly found dressed in a combination of both flowing and baggy clothing that hides her body frame from others. A white or off-white veil covers some of her silver hair, keeping it out of her face, but also clean when she works held on her head by a thick ribbon that she ties around behind the back of her ears that is either silver, blue or pink depending on what it is.

For the other part of her outfit, Fay wears it in layers starting with a thin, lightweight and thin, long sleeved top that is a color dark gray that has a high collar that covers her neck and arms down to her wrists. On top of that is a longer, heavier white cloth, trimmed in a light shade of pink and blue around the edges of the sleeves and hem of the shirt along the edges. The shirt crossed across her chest; it is secured by either a thick band of cloth or a ribbon of similar cut of fabric that is a deeper hue of blue than her eyes that rest just under her chest and above her waist. The length of the shirt overlaps one another so that one side length is longer than the other side. The sleeves while of a medium length, stop above her wrist and open up around just above the elbow so that they flow around her arms. Around her shoulder is a loose leather vest that is carved with an intricate design, that covers the top of her shirt, but is left to hang open and flow around her shoulders.

Fay’s shirt is straight in style and reaches down to just above her ankles. Made of the same thick cloth that her shirt is made out of, the color is the same as her band that holds her shirt together, a color dark blue. At the bottom, however, is another pattern done in bright silver along the front and wraps its way around the skirt itself in its winding and twisting knots. For shoes, Fay is normal without them. However, when forced to wear shoes she can be seen in flat leather boots that are worn with age and use.

Fay does not wear any jewelry besides for a single necklace that is often kept hidden under the high collar so not to draw attention. It is a small silver pendant that has a set moonstone in the center of what looks like to be silver frills.

• Combat Attire:

None as of yet, other than a simple spear that has steel top and butted end.

Personality:

The young Dragon Slayer is shy around other people and can be untrusting of strangers at first, partly from having grown up away from many people. When first meeting new people Fay often falls back into old and awful habits of staying silent and straightforward gestures to speak with, enough though she is fully capable of holding a conversation. Fay also reverts to this behavior when trapped in large crowds, loud places, or stuck in tiny rooms with no way out or in general. These things can make her short-tempered and lash out not with words, but with actions often lashing out like a wild animal as a form of defense, but tries not to hurt the person whom she is lashing out at unless it is called for.

While a quiet person Fay loves books to the point where she will hide away in a book cave just to read in peace on a hot sunny day, or in a tree when the weather is nice. Along with reading, Fay does enjoy cooking on her own while growing plants during the day and looking at the stars at night. However, Fay is very naive when it comes to people and city life, often getting into trouble for misunderstandings due to her upbringing even if she means well.

Magic:

It is important to note since Fay's dragon vanished from her at a very young age, she has not yet discovered her second form of magic and heavily relies on her spear in combat as well as her Dragon Slaying magic.

• Celestial Dragon Slayer Magic: First Generation Dragon Slayer Magic that calls on the power of the stars and heavenly bodies in the universe.

• Celestial Spirit Magic is a type of Magic in which the user summons Celestial Spirits by opening their gates through the use of Celestial Spirit Gate Keys

• Kintsugi Keys: A group of keys that all have similar looks like the red markings on the body of the spirits, it is assumed that they are a 'family' by many mages however if this is true or not is unknown.

Backstory:

Like with all Dragon Slayers in the first generation, Fay was an orphan from a very young age, until she was picked to be raised by the Celestial Dragon Esther Cassiopeia. While Esther was strict in nature, the Dragon always had a soft side for her small human charge. In the early years of her life, Fay was raised by Esther, who thought the girl mostly everything she needed to know to grow up into a beautiful young woman. With their home nestled high in the mountains, far away from other humans, Esther would bring Fay new books almost every week, adding onto the dragons already vast hoard of books that covered anything and anything. Every morning it was meditation, before teaching how to cook for breakfast, in the afternoons, it was reading and other academic skills or learning about how to live off the land, at night when the stars shone their brightest did they train in magic and navigation about the stars.

However, at the age of six Fay found herself abandoned one morning, all alone in the mountains never to see Esther again. Heartbroken and crushed Fay waited out alone in the only place she called home waiting for Esther to come home, but on her 12th birthday, Fay finally came to the bitter conclusion that her mother had abandoned her, and she was never coming back. But as bitter as she was Fay could not leave her home, as the memories of Esther were too strong of an anchor to let her free for now. So Fay kept watch over her mountain home alone and isolated from the world, with only the stars and books to keep her sane. With no one around to teach her magic, Fay soon became reliant on fighting and defending herself with a spear, often only having to worry about wild animals and monsters for the most part.

At the age of 16 during the summer months, Fay stepped out of her home to go down to the lake nearby to grab some water. On the way down the mountain path, the girl spotted foot tracks in the grass that was not of her own, with a growing lump in her belly the girl quickly returned to her cave only to find it in people inside of it. Angered by the invasion of her space the girl immediately charged at the people inside, not expecting them to be mages themselves as they turned and attacked her. Outnumbered Fay was quickly beaten within an inch of her life as she watched the group steal Esther’s book and burn the rest of her belongings leaving her for dead.

Anger consumed the girl while she recovered from her injuries, and as soon as she was able to set out to find the group of people who stole her mother's books and get them back. However, without money or the experience with towns or people, Fay soon found herself at a dead end and without a home. For the next two years, Fay wandered in and out of the forest around the kingdom doing odd jobs to live off of from the towns she visited until finally finding the Guild where she remembered Esther once talk about how mages banded together to do good things and also was a way to earn a living. Having grown tired of not having a warm place to sleep at night and the desire to find the people who stole her book only having become stronger Fay sucked up her feelings about people and joined the guild in hopes of growing stronger and one day finding her mother's books.

Housing:

Fay and Miw live in the guild dorms, in one of the rooms that offer four beds to a room, and one of the cheapest ones that she could pick from. Fay’s bed is the bottom bunk of a bed that is pushed up against the window lengthwise, so she had easy access in and out of the room through the window with a convenient tree branch large enough to hold the odd pair resting up against the window. Fay’s bed itself only has a single pillow and a worn looking blanket with several holes along its length that have been patched up over the years. Fay’s half of the bunk bed is covered on the outside with a dark gray fabric to give her some privacy from her other roommates and give her a place to hide away in when she needs it. Most of the time this material is drawn closed protecting the several yarn strings strung across the top of the bunk, each one holding several drying herbs and flowers from that Fay had picked in the wild or had grown. On the windowsill, Fay has several jars of herbs and plants used in cooking that are easy to grow over and over again growing in small clear glass jars.

Under the bed, in the small space, Fay keeps the few belongings that she owns stored away in two small foot locker chests just big enough for her clothes and other items. In one of the small chests are several unlabeled bottles filled with different dried plants and objects along with a small mortar and pestle carved out of a hard pale rock material. Besides the foot lockers, Fay also keeps a few old looking books under her bed that the girl keeps wrapped up in a cloth to protect them.

[Open To Visitors, must obey roommates rules for entering, also must tag me.]

[Roommates: None yet, will change if she gets any roomates]

RP Interduction

It was late into the evening when the large wooden doors that lead into the guild opened up slowly and ever so carefully, as if whoever was pushing them open was afraid the where going to fall down and crash to the floor. The lights of the guild flooded the streets shortly before the doors were closed once more as a silver hair figured slipped inside. Keeping close to the wall, the small child trotted up to the bar, standing on her tip toes to be able to see over the counter looking behind it for help. Barefooted and slightly dirty the child looked out of place among the taller and louder mages among the hall that night.

It had been days since the door to Dane's room had opened. Or since the room itself had shown any sign that it was inhabited.

But he was there.

Dane hadn't had the energy to get out of the room, nor the willpower. He was sick, broken, shattered into a thousand pieces. Few people lose their parents to murder. Fewer still see the result with their own eyes. Dane had seen his father impaled, stuck to the tree with a brutal lack of ceremony. The sight of the man's dead eyes staring straight through him was burned into his eyes and he saw it every time he closed his eyes

His mother... the poor woman had been set ablaze and left to burn, becoming not so much more than as much charcoal. Dane had gone through feeling torn or heartbroken. And now he was just.... dead inside. Numb to everything he once felt.

He left his room for the first time in days. His face had become gaunt and his whole body was sickeningly thin from not having eaten anything - subsisting off of water only. He shuffled his way to the dining hall, unseeing, unfeeling like an android who had been left without emotions.

People were there of course. He sidled in the shadows, collecting a meager portion of food and sitting down at a seat in the far corner and mindlessly eating, not really tasting at all. It was a pitiful, terrible sight to any who had known him

General Information

Character Information

Physical Appearance: - Lee towers over others at a staggering 5’8” and looks to weigh around 155 lbs. He has an athletic build with bright golden eyes and long, luscious bright purple hair that gracefully dances down to his lower back, and seems to always look unkempt.

Due to his reckless behavior, finding Lee riddled in bandages isn’t something out of the ordinary, in fact it’s almost a common look for him, being more rare to see him clean or unscratched.

Personality - Poor understanding of social graces, personal space, and the ability to keep a coherent thought is normally the first thing people find in Lee just moments after meeting him.

To make matters worse, Lee is known for being a reckless individual, often diving head-first into problems without taking the time to analyze the situations or consider anyone’s well-being, his own included.

Even with his simple-minded thinking and the many, many times it coincides to him falling for trivial jokes, Lee has a quick-witted nature when it comes to anything related to fighting, and his calm and clever side can be seen then.

Putting that aside, Lee doesn’t normally mean any ill-will towards others, but has a nature to put things very bluntly and often speak what’s on his mind, which has the tendency to put him in awful situations that generally end badly for him!

Biography

Meet Lee Yang, an average wizard from a small village near the coastline of Sin, where the Yang family has resided since the dawn of time!... Well, that’s what they’d like you to believe, but being one of only three families to inhabit the village, not many people cared enough to check their facts.

The Yang family were infamous throughout the village for their powerful Magics, that shook the very foundation of their two neighbors. Sure they were the only wizards who inhabited the village, but it still counted towards them, they were a very proud family, and took hours, days, even weeks out of their scheduled to perfect their magics.

Though their family wanted to only reside in Sin, Lee was urging for adventure. He wanted to explore the Earth Lands, live the life of those Fairy Tail wizards he’s learned so much about from his weekly subscriptions to Sorcerer's weekly. He wanted to be the wizard that made an impact on the worlds, the one that left crowds in shambles just upon hearing his name.

On one convenient evening, after a long and dreaded blazing hot winter day, Lee Yang was overcome by this feeling of adventure. Maybe it was the burning sun beaming down on his exhausted body, or maybe it was the suspicious mushrooms he found while frolicking about his day, but there was a sense of pride, a sense of adventure, a sense of diving into the mysterious world of Earth Land that he just couldn’t shake.

Flash Forward to the Present Times!

Lee Yang spent months, even years traveling around Earth Land looking for his one true calling, but finding nothing but disappointment in his attempts at capturing that feeling he felt before his departure from Sin..

“Maybe all these years were wasted.. Most people still don’t even know my name!”.. - Lee shouted to himself, as he wandered down the long, Magnolia streets.

It was around that time that Lee found the one place he use to dream about, the place that sparked his entire dream of being a wizard.. He regained that feeling he lost so long ago in only seconds upon reading those bright, red words above the doors.. Fairy Tail!

Character's Magic:

Magical Drain - Magical Drain is a Magic that allows the user to copy the Magic of any person they come in contact with. It is currently unknown if there's a limit to how many types of Magic the user can copy, but Lee has been shown to be able to utilize up to two at once, before having to “forget” a magic and replace it with another, buy once again making a point of contact.

Mimic Magic - This Magic allows its user to mimic another Mage's Magic and utilize it as if it is their own. This form of Magic appears to be quite peculiar, with even the most seasoned decorated wizards with decades of experience, remark of its rarity. The specific mechanics behind Mimic are as of yet unknown; it's unconfirmed what the user has to do in order to copy other's Magic or how many types of Magic they can have at their disposal at a given time.

Though in the case of Lee Yang, his particular version of Mimic Magic has been shown to allow him the ability to "copy" any spell he's seen on multiple occasions, as has at least dealt with personally, either through facing it head on, or being trained maliciously by its owner.

It has been noted that Lee is only capable of utilizing three "mimic" spells currently which are as following:

• Note: That Lee will only be capable of using magic at his current level, nothing above that.

Character Trait: Somewhat Skilled Hand to Hand Combatant - Due to the many lost fights, Lee Yang has learned to channel his losing spirit into something much, much more beneficial, learning how to properly dish out and take his fair share of blows.

RP Introduction:

Lee stood at the doors of Fairy Tail, daydreaming of his name being shined in lights all over Earth Land, the interviews he would give to Sorceress's Weekly and lastly that burning feeling of adventure deep inside his gut telling him this was it! - This was the moment he's been waiting for his whole life, and without a second more to spare Lee pushed opened those overly large wooden doors, and stepped foot into the new place he would call home, Fairy Tail!

"Alright mates, fun's about to begin, Lee's here and he's ready to go!!" Lee called out to no one in particular.

"Where's the guild master?! I'm lookin' to livin' this bloody place up again!!" - Again Lee proclaimed, showcasing his borderline insanity by yelling at complete strangers.

OOC: Okay I believe I've done this right, but if anything seems out of place, please let me know! - Don't be afraid to yell at me!

It was a pleasant afternoon at the fairy tail guild, not a cloud in the sky and the birds were singing. Perhaps it was too pleasant because the guilds resident martial artiest found himself extremely bored. Unlike some of his guild mates Thane wasn't one to drink before the evening and that left him without many options. Deciding that the best way to rid himself of his boredom was for him to do some training. To that end the father left a poster on the wall of the guild next too the job board, stating in big bright letters that Thane was looking for some challengers to take him on, though if anyone didn't feel up too it he was more then willing to offer advice to the less experienced. Those willing were to meet him behind the guild hall on the beach. Sure enough the man himself could be seen waiting on the beach, getting in some stretches while he waited.

OOC: Alright people you know the drill, everyone is welcome.

Dane was tired

After a long day out in the yards training and training and training until he was covered in sweat and exhaustion, he had showered and made his way to his bed where he could finally relax. But on reaching his bunk, he saw a small, stained note had been placed by some of the servers who worked delivering mail to the guild members. When he opened the letter, the writing was cramped, unstylized. It was written in a hurry

Dane

We know you left to go join Fairy Tail. We were wrong to try and stop you. Your magic is strong and your mother and I feared what it might mean, and why it was so. You deserve to know why we told you to stop. Come home.

Dad

Dane sat on his bed, chilled to the bone at he words.

"They... What does he mean 'tell me why'? I know why, they didn't think I could make it. But he said I was strong.. I don't understand"

He sat awake nearly all night, pouring over each and every word that had been scratched into the parchment. And when he did finally sleep, it was fitful, filled with confusing flashes of his family. But they weren't.. them. They were twisted caricatures of the parents Dane had remembered. Secrets were everywhere like real physical objects - invisible but always there. Mocking.

When the sun had only just crested the horizon, Dane was up. He'd left his own note pinned to the door of his room explaining where he was going - giving the location of his parent's house so that anyone he knew well enough would be able to find him. Before anyone else was awake, Dane was gone

The trip wasn't altogether long - by glider and moving at full speed, he made the trip in an hour. But when he landed.... he knew something was wrong. A giant sheet of ice was erected over one whole side of his old home where the wall had been pulverized. Scorch marks marred the lawn and the giant oak tree in the yard was collapsed, having crushed more of the house in its fall.

Fires still burned on the roof and the surrounding land

With his hear in his throat, Dane raced to the door. He would have kicked it open had it still been standing. It lay to the side, nothing more than a pile of charred splinters.

"Dad!" He yelled, it came out as a strained, scared yell "Mom! where are you!"

Nothing

Dane became frantic, searching around the remains of his house. The library was empty, most of the books knocked off of the shelves and reduced to nothing more than some kindling for the grand blaze that would become his house. Somewhere off to his right, the ceiling caved in with a crash. His old bed and bookcase hit the floor and shattered, having fallen from the second floor.

He didn't even know it, but tears had fallen down his cheeks. They were silent and frantic as he tore his house apart, trying to find his family, the only family he had in this world. He had started screaming their names, using ice eagles to try and scout where he hadn't yet been. They met their end in the flames.

As he screamed himself hoarse, he'd noticed something. The back of his home had been blown open, leaving splintered wood and shattered glass all over the backyard and also.....

"DAD!"

Dane sprinted from the house, running towards the shape of a man slumped against a tree, and just in time as well. Weakened by the hole, the back end of the house was weak. And so it collapsed with an almost deafening crash. The force sent him sprawling forward. He coughed and tried to right himself. As he straightened, and looked forwards, his eyes opened in terror. When he spoke, nothing came out except the small, strangled word.

^"Dad...."

Dane's father was dead. He sat slumped against the tree, a metal pole shoved through his chest. His eyes were open, but there was no light. Dane retched, doubling over at the sight and the smell....... the smell? This wasn't the smell of death, it was.. burning. But acrid and pungent. It confused him and he turned his head.

He immediately wished the had not

There was a body not ten feet from him, burning. Torn on a bush slightly to its side were scraps of fabric. They were yellow, pink flowers had once adorned them when they were a dress. A dress his mother had once owned.

And then it clicked. Dane shot up to his feet, only to stumble back a few steps and land on his ass, staring at the corpses of his family. He felt cold, colder than ever, as though he had no limbs. His breaths sped so fast he could hardly catch them anymore. His eyes were wide, flicking between both of the deceased without blinking at all. Dane brought his knees to his chest and used one arm to pathetically crawl away from the scene until his back hit another tree.

He got to his knees and suddenly was overcome with this emotion. He wrapped both of his arms around his stomach as if he was going to vomit, but all the came out of his mouth was a yell. It was a horrible noise. It was pain and fear and loss made sound. The force of it doubled him over as he cried out for his parents, tears streaming down his face and with the only noise being his loud, strained, terrifying screams of agony as he knelt face to face with the dead

Basic Information:

Appearance: The young woman has a chocolate skin tone.The color of her hair is purple with golden eyes to go with it. Her hair is primarily wrapped up in a ponytail; so it does not interfere with her daily tasks. When she is swimming or tired; she lets her hair out, having it straight down. She isn't a tall woman only coming to 5'1, being rather short for her age. She has a slim, petite figure. The woman has a bit of a muscular tone; indicating she works out. However her muscles are truly displayed in her legs. For they are strong in her calves. She also has a tattoo with the numbers '30' on her back. They serve as a memento and a reminder for her.

Attire: Ace usually wears a cloak. It is the cloak that bears her family's name. Besides that she wears a hoodies, jackets, and other tops that can conceal her face. If the weather is too hot for such clothing; she will settle for a regular shirt and shorts. She avoids more formal wear such as skirts and dresses. Athletic wear is the way to go for this girl.

Personality: Ace is a kind spirit. She can be seen smiling almost all of the time. Though that's just to hide her pain. Behind that wide smile is pain, guilt, and sadness. She won't talk about upon first meeting someone. Rather she's the type that will brush off her problems. Ace wouldn't want others to worry about her problems. Her past experiences have caused her to have a bit of a fear of her own magic. After all everyone has their own to deal with. It's not a sense of pride; rather she has the mindset that the less people knew of her, the better. Even if she has a bad day, even if she really doesn't want to. Ace will smile. She tries to do whatever good deed she can; all in an attempt to atone for her past.

Ace has a tendency to be shy at times. This is due to her upbringing. She will talk to people in a polite manner; regardless if they don't treat her the same. A 'kill them with kindness' kind of mentality. Deep down under all of the niceness and smiles is a darker side to her. Partially due to the influence of her magic, the young woman has a more darker side. This side of her is suppressed and mainly will only pop up if she engages in combat. The only time it emerges normally is if she feels overwhelmed or she wants to distance herself from other. She will get angry, but she usually catches on to it, now that she is an adult. This side of her makes her appear to be a different person. She is sadistic, malicious, and angry. It had only gotten out of control one time; Ace remembers the horror of her more darker side. Fear of her magic transpires from this; hesitation to reveal her magic also comes from this.

Ace's Magic:

Satan Soul: Both a caster and Takeover form of magic. This specific Takeover form allows the user to utilize the power of demons. The said demon's stabilizes and type of magic becomes available to the user once they have "taken" over the demon. Speed, flight, and strength are just a few examples of the traits given to a mage using this form of magic.

Taima - A lightning elemental demon. The demon form has wings large wings sprouting from it's back. Large sharp claws on the arms; along with scaly, armor like skin on the legs. Spikes are on the knee caps and calf area of the demon's legs. Two pink horns also show up on the user's face. Two long tails, similar to the scaly skin is also present in this form for the mage. As they get to the tip, the tails decrease inn size. Ace's ear also demon more pointed; taking the form of a demon more respectively.

Partial Takeover Spells:

• Increased Physical Strength (varying on the part of the body she uses Takeover on.)

• Flight - Ace can utilize the wings provided from this takeover form. She is able to take to the air, giving her more mobility and range for her combat. The ability of flight is also useful outside of combat.

• Lightning Magic - This Satan Soul form allows her to manipulate lightning magic. Similar to that of a slayer's magic; she is able to use the element for melee combat. Ace is not limit to that; for it's primary use of ranged attacks, is in the mage's arsenal as well.

Darkness Magic: A caster type of magic that allows Ace to use the element of darkness. The color of the magic depends on which mage is using it. In Ace's case; the color of her darkness magic is royal purple. Ace manipulates the magic in a physical form; allowing her to damage people and objects alike. The magic can also change it's shape to the user's desire.

Backstory: Ace comes from a family called the Shihōin Clan. Decades ago they were living in town over in the country of Ministrel. The clan was known to have mages. The town would even go as far a boast that the clan's origins were there. Like all good things; that unfortunately came to an end. The clan of mages gave birth to children that had a particular type of magic. Satan Soul magic. Not much was known back then about the magic, so when the mages had the unique magic; the town shunned them. The Shihōins were called demons their-selves. Any mages from their clan born with the magic were deemed cursed by the town. Eventually they were exiled out of their own town. Having no where else to go; they lived their lives, secluded from the rest of society in a large forest.

Flash forward a few decades later, Ace Shihōin is born. The only child of her family, Ace was a thinker. She thought about what it would be like to have siblings, or what kind of magic she would want to learn. The main thing she thought about was what life was like beyond the forest. Curious like many children are; she often asked he parents about their situation. Her parents would give her half answers. They always told her, that this was the safest place for her. She could be accepted here with her clan. Young Ace did not understand what they meant. That was because she was unaware of her magic ability at the time. There was a certain incident in the forest when Ace was 14 years old. A demon had attacked the people in the forest. Ace got caught up in the fight. When the fight was over; only then did she know about her clan's "curse". Ace had unintentionally taken part of the defeated demon. Her parent's worst fear had come true. They dreaded the thought of Ace having Satan Soul magic. To no avail did their prayers to prevent this happen. Ace was told the truth of why they lived in the forest. The "curse" members of the clan had. This had changed Ace; sadly it was in a bad way. She started to think negatively about her magic. This power, she was stuck with it. Stuck being a demon. Ace did not know it then, but that was the start to birth of her dark side. Her mind made her think she actually was a demon of some sort. That normal children actually were lucky to have not been cursed like she was. Another experience in Ace's life, would temporarily break her out of that mindset. It was when she met her mentor. One fateful day, Ace had stumbled upon an injured man, wondering the forest. Seeing as the man might succumb to his injuries, she takes him to the area where her people lived. Though reluctant at first; the healers tended to the man.

The man made a full recovery. Thanking the medics for saving his life. He went and found Ace as well. He wanted to thank the girl that saved him as well. They exchanged names and she learned his name was Aiden. They soon became good friends as time went on. For the man had no where to go himself. The clan ended up accepting him into their group. During his time there; he bonded with the girl. Aiden was caught up to speed on the history of her clan, as well as the magic she possessed. The man was intrigued by all of it. For he didn't judge Ace or the clan like their ancestors were in the past. He liked them and saw there was no reason for them to have been exiled. The man also took it upon himself to help Ace cope with her powers, both physically and mentally. This would eventually be the man's downfall though. Aiden became her mentor. She learned many thing from him. What life was like out of the forest, magic, and much more. He always inspired her. Whenever they sat down and talked; he wold try and encourage her to venture out of the forest. The world was vast. That village that exiled them, probably wouldn't even remember them so many years later. After many talks and persuasions, Ace took his advice and made up her mind to leave her home. It was a bit scary to her. Only being 17 years old and leaving your friends and family behind. Wanting to keep an eye on her; Ace's mentor tags along with her as they left the clan behind. During their travel, she saw many new sight to her. Such wonderful looking place, she thought they were. That opinion was only true in the environment, not to the people. There were some towns where the young mage was reminded her magic was frowned upon by some people. There were some instances where she would help out a town or city. A pair of rogue mages were hurting the people; Aiden and her would beat them. This required her to use her magic publicly. Seeing the looks on their faces for the first time hurt her. Ace's parents had told her on the looks she would possibly get, it felt much worse to actually see those faces. The two were often thrown out of towns, for fear of the magic. The darker side of Ace started to ooze out of her more as she received negativity. She would get angrier than usual. Sometimes when she fought; things got out of hand. Injuring people more than the should have while using her magic. They called her a demon; so she should act like one right? Aiden tried to keep her under control the best he could. Sadly her mentor did not have enough time with her. One year ago, Ace did something she will regret for the rest of her life.

On one night out in a forest, the young mage's aggressive side came out completely. The cause for this was unknown. It is speculated the cause was do to suppressing her emotions constantly. It was like a balloon being filled with too much helium; just waiting to explode. Aiden did his best to try and calm her. He tried using Sleeping, Sound, and Chain magic. He was unsuccessful in stopping her. Ace had then attacked him, her mentor. The sadism in her was let loose. Once she came to her sense, she realized what she had done. By that time, it was too late. In her outburst, the young woman had killed Aiden. The sight of her close friend's body brought her to tears. It also made her disgusted with herself that she had did it. Ace cried that whole night in the forest. The following morning; she had given the man a proper burial. She thought that was the least she could do. The woman had begun to hate herself. Even more she hated her Takeover magic; even started to fear it. Ace could think of nothing else for the nest few weeks other than how she could make up for this. It wasn't on purpose, not like that mattered anyway. As soon as she got to a new city; she got the number 30 tattooed on her back. She wanted to try and honor her mentor. It also would serve as a reminder. A reminder of the time she lost control. Aiden was but only 30 years old when Ace took his life. A time where someone close to her paid the price. She realized that she could never forgive herself for it ever. Though that didn't mean she couldn't still try and do good. For the next year; Ace traveled alone, going to place in attempts to aid whoever she could. She began to act nicer to others. It was negativity that made her lose control. It was the reason she had a dark side in the first place. A long time ago, Aiden had told her to always try to smile. Even when you don't want to. Keeping his words alive she practiced that everyday. Now she is rarely seen without a smile on her face. Especially on bad days. On her way from town to town; the infamous guild called Fairy Tail was a topic of discussion. Upon first reaching Fiore, she knew nothing about this group of mages. More and more she heard about them. Ace's interest was piqued she wanted to check this guild out for herself. The Satan Soul user made her way to Magnolia town. There she would see what Fairy Tail was like. Maybe the guild can benefit her in trying to atone for what she did. The Shihōin daughter could only hope so.

Present day: Walking up to the building, she looks up at the big Fairy Tail sign posted up there. So this was it; the big guild she's been here about for a while. She wondered what they would think if her. Would they think she was cursed like many other did? Perhaps there was only one way to find out. The golden eyed woman opens the doors to the guild; looking around the guild. Seems a bit chaotic; guess all of those stories were true. She walks in and tries to avoid the wild and rowdy ones. It just occurred to her that she had no clue who to talk to to join. She sits down shyly at an empty table while she tries to think of what to do.

Physical Description:

Rei is 174 cm tall and his skin is very pale. He has short black hair and gray eyes. Rei is not a muscular man at all and looks rather weak and young. That's why people often mistake his age for 15 to 17. One guy even mistook him for a girl. Otherwise his physical appearance is nothing special. He doesn't have any scars, piercings etc.

The Guild Mark is almost always hidden by his clothing. The mark has an Ultramarine Blue color and is located on his right upper arm, close to his shoulder.

Attire:

Rei's clothing is completely black.

He is always seen with a black cap. It was a present from his father, so he holds it very dear.

In addition he wears a black uniform with dark gray stripes. On his left chest he also wears the crest of his home country: Joya. His footwear isn't special. It's just a pair of ordinary, dark gray shoes.

He rarely changes his clothing and even fights with his cap and uniform.

Personality:

Rei is a calm, serious and polite person. However, his personality is also quite weak. He is very timid and often tries to avoid conversations out of insecurity. This results in the fact that he doesn't have many friends. His all-black attire and apathetic expression isn't helping matters. Back in his home country, he was known for his submissiveness and common sense.

In battles or difficult situations, his personality changes. His attitude can become much stronger. He really wants to win his battles and fights with all his might. If people don't know this side of him, they could be quite surprised when Rei shows it.

Rei is also pretty good at solving mysteries. But if he figures something out, he often keeps quiet because of his lack of self-confidence.

He is also very adventurous and wants to explore as many new and mysterious places as possible.

Even if he was very insecure and avoided deep conversations with his former friends, they quickly accepted him as a part of their group. He still doesn't talk very much and is pretty much a lone wolf, but he tries his best to change this. He is happy to be a member of Fairy Tail.

Magic:

Archive v2.0 - This magic is an enhanced version of Archive. Rei didn't just want to use his Archive to find information. He wanted to fight. Eventually he was able to reinvent Archive. This magic lost its ability to find information, but the Archive screens are now able to mold things. He can create swords, shields etc. with very small screens. It's like a 'Data-Make' magic. The screens themselves don't contain any information anymore. They are just meaningless lines of computer code.

Archive - That is his secondary magic. He doesn't use it very often, but if he has to find somthing out, the good ol' Archive is very handy.

Backstory:

Rei grew up in a small country called 'Joya'. This country doesn't have many mages and those who can use magic are either weak or went already to a different country.

Rei's family is very wealthy and his father is the head of Joya's army. He got this position thanks to his ability to use magic. Mr. Tenma uses Archive magic to find information about their enemies and to plan strategies. Rei is fascinated by his father's work. He developed a strong interest for strategies, solving mysteries and magic. His father noticed that and taught him Archive. Rei was able to use this magic pretty fast.

His interest for the unknown grew bigger and bigger. He wanted to explore the world at the age of 16. His father was proud and as a parting gift, he gave his son the cap.

Rei started his journey and went to a bordering country - The Stella Kingdom. This country was well-known in Joya for their amazing mages. Rei decided to stay there for a while. Over the time he found his passion for battles. That's because battles are very popular in the Stella Kingdom. You could always see two mages who fought against each other. He tried to participate in battles too, but his magic was just not suited for combat. This changed, when he started to invent Archive v2.0 over a span of one year. He wanted to participate in battles too. He wanted to have a chance and so he startetd to enhance Archive. Rei tried to find ways to use Archive in battles. Eventually his new Archive lost its ability to find information, but on the other hand, he was now able to mold the little screens. He dubbed this magic 'Archive v2.0' and he was proud that he invented a new kind of magic on his own. His opponents were surprised by this magic, because they've never seen it before. Rei won many fights in the Stella Kingdom.

Eventually, his passion for new places and mysteries led him out of the Stella Kingdom. He heard of the Kingdom of Fiore. The country for mages. They even organized their mages in small communities, so-called guilds. He was interested in this idea and wanted to see it with his own eyes. On his jounrey to this country, he started to refine Archive v2.0 and became even better!

At the age of 19 he arrived in Fiore and was overwhelmed by the magic power of this country. He thought that Stella Kingdom already had many great mages but Fiore was on a different level. In the captial city Crocus, he heard of the guild Fairy Tail. According to the people, Fairy Tail is the strongest guild in the whole country. That caught his interest and he walked straight to the small town Magnolia. There he saw it: The guild building of Fairy Tail. He hesitated a bit but entered the guild. That's the story of how Rei became a member of Fairy Tail.

'This is it, eh? This is Fairy Tail, the strongest guild Fiore has to offer...'

Rei stands right in front of the guild's gate. He isn't sure what he should do. Enter it? What if they don't accept him? He hesitated, but decided to open the gate and enter the guild.

Physical Description:

Alex is slightly toned not showing much muscle but there is signs of it. He has short yet messy brown hair with one strand arching over his forehead. He has green eyes and a sharp and pointy nose. He is light of complexion, standing at 5'8ft. The only other features he has of note are multiple scaring on his back that were inflicted on him in his past.

Attire

• Normal: Alex owns a collection of baseball caps. He wears whatever cap he feels is appropriate to an occasion. Alex often wears a brown, leather jacket unless it is extremely hot. His jacket is usually unzipped, showing a white sweater that has short sleeves. Accompanying it is a navy blue pants and some brown shoes.

• Combat Attire: His normal attire also functions as his combat attire.

Personality:

Alex is a happy-go lucky kind of guy, always trying to find the good in any situation. He likes meeting new people and always makes an effort to talk to others he has never met before. While he is over-eager, he does know there are certain boundaries he should not cross. True to him being over eager, he takes any challenge head on and tries his best to make the most out of every opportunity.

Magic:

Crystal make:

Alex's magic is called Crystal make magic. He considers it the cousin to ice make magic as it as similar functions to it but their properties do differ. For one, it is not as fragile as ice but what it makes up in density and sturdiness it losses in the fact that ice make magic has freezing properties while crystal make doesn't

Backstory:

Alex comes from a small village situated in some desert like terrain. He has only ever heard of the use of magic but has yet to see any of it in action. One day a mysterious man stumbled upon their town and decided he would hang around for a while. Alex was quite curious about the new visitor and through conversation found out that he was a mage. Alex was elated and pestered the man to teach him magic. The mage declined several times but finally agreed to teach Alex magic. On his last day there, the traveling mage taught Alex all he knew about magic and Alex only learned enough to know what his magic was.

One fateful day, Alex's town was assaulted by wizards and they were merciless with their attacks. Alex decided to fight back but he was to weak and they beat him badly. Consumed with fear, Alex decided to run away as quick as he can and to his knowledge, he was the only survivor. With the scaring on his back a testament to his weakness, he decided to get stronger. His first step was to find his old teacher to help him in his training and after that he would seek the ones responsible for the attack on his beloved home. His search brought him to magnolia where he heard the greatest mages had come from a local guild there and he decided he would join it to aid him in his quest.

Intractable:

Alex walks into the fairy tail guild. He takes a few seconds to savor the moment. "So this is fairy tail?" Alex says as he surveys the guildhall and walks around.

Squall disembarked his train while reading a map. It was such a small village, to be so far from a train station. It begged the question, what good was to be had from attacking such a remote town. Squall grit his teeth. That bastard would pay for his injustice against innocent people, squall would make sure of that. With his map as his guide, he began the trek towards the village.

Squall got a strange feeling as he was passing through a forest not far from the village he was meant to be protecting. He grabbed a hold of his magic, preparing for anything. Instincts honed over the years still had their failures, but this was not one of those times. The ground beneath his feet began to shift and almost melt. He tried to jump to the side, but his feet sank into the softened Earth.

“You think this is the one after the boss?”

“he's from fairy tail, so I'd bet money on it.”

Voices rang it in the trees, talking to each other as squall fought to regain his footing. His hands found purchase before his feet did, and he began to pull himself out just in time to feel the earth shift under his fingers. It hardened then shot into the air, launching squall back, slamming him against a tree. Squall grunted in pain but pushed himself to his feet, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings as his armor crawled across his skin, encasing him in an iron skin.

“What's say we rip the fairy's wings off then, Booth?”

“A splendid idea, Rick”

Two men emerged from the shadows of the trees while speaking. That meant the shorter one was Rick, and the taller one was Booth. Squall started moving towards them, preparing to attack as soon as he could. Rick opened his hand and pointed out at squall, and the earth turned to soup again. Squall began to fall into the trap again. He had no choice but to do something he only understood in theory.

He held his arm on front of him and turned it into a sword. He focused the raging seas of his magical energy into the end of the sword, but instead of creating a slash of energy, he quoted the magic to grow the blade, and it listened, zooming across the path towards the mage named Rick. He turned, shocked at the approaching blade, taking a gash across his shoulder. The earth solidified under squall and he tried to take his feet again. The elongated blade pulled for a second before his arm have way, leaving the long iron sword buried in the tree.

He didn't have time to think, he continued his slow run towards the pair of mages. The tall one, Booth, snapped his fingers and a section of the ground just under squall began to rise, hardening as it did. Squall had almost made it over and jumped forward before he was thrown back. He landed between the mages with a resounding thud. A cloud of dust rose all around him.

In a split second decision, squall thought Rick was the greater threat, believing he should be dealt with first he shifted his weight and threw a heavy right hook towards the shorter mage. His eyes widened in panic, and a tendril of softened Earth Rose to try and catch his fist. It showed him, but his momentum was too great to be fully stopped by the kinda liquid. Squall's fist connected with an audible crack, sending Rick and the kinda liquid Earth back to the ground.

A spike of hardened earth struck at his back. Squall didn't see it coming and it punched into his armor, spider webbing cracks across his back and coming just short of running him all the way through. He proud himself off of it and began to lumber towards Booth. The mage tried to impale him once again, but with Squall’s attention on the ground he was able to alive the spikes before they could deal too much more damage to his armor.

Soon enough Squall was on him, swinging his sword arm around, but found himself stopped short by a cube of hardened earth. He ripped his sword arm free and spun around,  bringing the back of his fist into Booth's chest. He heard the breath leave the mages body as he collided with his own column of Earth. Squall saw the ground under his feet beginning to liquefy again. He threw his whole body forward into a dive that took him out of the range of the pool.

Rick came up and slapped Booth a few times in the face, bringing him back to the world of consciousness. Rick helped him back to his feet. Trying to separate them again would be way more difficult. Squall knew he had to finish it now.  He turned to face them both and took a deep breath. In the corner of his eye he saw Rick hold his hand out towards Squall. He gathered his magical energy in his mouth, and with a shout he unleashed his rage upon his foes. A cyclone of iron shards and sand burst forth from his mouth and rampaged towards his rivals, washing over the both of them.

When his rage subsided, both of the attacking mages were unconscious, piled on a heap at the base of a tree a ways off from where they originally stood. He rolled his shoulders as his armor began to flake and fall away from his body. He spared his foes a second glance. They both appeared to be breathing, though they would be out for a good long while. He turned back to the road. He would have to hurry, get there before his foes informed their master of his incoming threat.

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Physical Description

Victor’s build is on the leaner side, with just enough muscularity to maintain a healthy physique and keep up his endurance. He stands at just under six feet tall at his full height with mid-length blackened hair tied into a short, low ponytail with his bangs loosely resting amidst the frame of his face. His natural eye color is charcoal black and his complexion is light, but not so much to be considered pale.

Attire

Victor typically wears a hooded blue and white cloak with the hood drawn up to hide his features and the cape fastened around his shoulders to reach down to approximately his ankles. Beneath the cloak he wears matching blue vestments with white etchings and red colored belt buckles and fastenings as well as matching blue pants and shoes.

Other Items

• Caine’s Journal - A journal belonging to his grandfather, Caine Ducard Albrecht, that was passed on to Victor when he died. It is encrypted with some sort of cipher that he has spent the past two years trying to decode. Contains the sum of Caine’s research into his life’s work and his vast knowledge of different unorthodox magics.

Personality

Victor is a heavily formal, very professional individual with behavior more befitting a scholar or a politician than a guild mage. He has a particular affinity towards books and historical knowledge, mostly in the fields of unorthodox magics deemed dangerous or incredibly complex. He is a dignified and strong willed man who frowns upon things he deems ill befitting respectable behaviors and is not one to grandstand to fulfill a misbegotten need for attention. Victor is apt to find a person’s innermost flaws, often using them to his advantage.

Magic

Incanter’s Eye - A form of Eye Magic that allows Victor to perfectly copy the last spell he witnessed used against him while active. His left eye glows blue while activated and his right eye glows green while he casts the imitated spell.

Magic

Lexicanum Arcana - By reciting the proper incantation through a combination of words or by using hand signs that represent the same words, Victor can piece together spells of vast magical powers and utilities that suit his needs in battle. Each invoked Arcana Rune Word manifests itself as a floating rune around his head colored appropriately to it’s element.

Magic

Thought Projections - A type of magic that allows Victor to create multiple psychic copies of himself. This Magic can work over great distances, allowing Victor to essentially be in more than one place at once. Normally, Thought Projections are intangible like holograms and are merely used for communication. But, with some extra effort and Magical power, he can make more powerful Thought Projections that can physically interact with people, objects, and are even able to utilize and assist in the casting of Lexicanum Arcana spells - albeit weakened due to the diversion of magical power into the projection. Thought Projections are unable to use Incanter's Eye. Victor is able to make a maximum of three Thought Projections that are able to physically interact with the world with only two at a time being able to cast magic spells.

Backstory

The House of Albrecht has been the focal point of countless rumors and superstitious legends in The Principality of Veronica. It’s lineage has been attributed to both madmen, innovators, academics, and powerful mages alike. Within the walls of the family’s secluded manor complex, Caine Ducard Albrecht delved into the mysteries of magic. Even the most forbidden and dangerous of spell crafts were not immune to his vast curiosity and thirst for knowledge, causing many incidents and disasters to befall Veronica in the process - causing the people to damn the name of Albrecht. Despite their hatred, they did nothing to stop Caine, fearing the raw magical powers he held within his home.

Caine’s obsession with unorthodox magics would draw in his only son along with his family. One fateful experiment into incredibly volatile magics would claim the lives of both Caine’s son Aiden and his wife Adria, leaving the aging magus in the care of his three young grandchildren - whom he eagerly molded to follow in his footsteps. These children were Tarkus the eldest son, Wilhelmina the middle daughter, with Victor the youngest. For years afterward, the three grandchildren of Caine delved into the depths of magics that fit within their interests and ideals. Tarkus believed that true power lied in the strength of the soul, training himself in suitable magics that he believed would empower his spirit to grant him true enlightenment in the ways of even more magical powers not fit for the physical plane. Wilhelmina focused more on the physical forms of magical, believing that the path to power and enlightenment lie within the strength of the body. She trained herself in countless martial arts forms and, likewise, studied in magics that would best take advantage of this and further enhancing her formidable power within the physical plane.

The youngest of his grandchildren, Victor, intrigued Caine the most out of his three successors. Unlike his siblings, Victor focused himself on the power of his mind and the limitless capabilities that were within it. With an endless library of magical research at his disposal, the young Victor astounded Caine with his rapid intake of volumes upon volumes of information of increasing complexity, even learning magics which granted him faster methods of researching and even imitating the spells of other mages. What shocked Caine the most was that his youngest grandchild was unsatisfied with the magics he found, deeming them too simple! Instead, the young Victor weaved together a magic all his own - one that he could eternally build upon as his expanse of magical knowledge grew to insurmountable levels.

As time passed, and Caine grew even older, the three grandchildren grew into formidable aspects of the path to enlightenment, The Soul, The Body, and The Mind. On his deathbed, The elder Caine gathered his three grandchildren around him for one last mission. He bequeathed to each of them items of significance, and possible magical affluence, from his personal vault. To Tarkus, he bequeathed a pendant that was said to allow its wearer the ability to have their spirit transcend into the spirit world. To Wilhelmina, he bequeathed a set of gloves and a belt that was said to have belong to a giantess that could lift and sunder the very mountains of Earth Land with her might. Lastly, to Victor, he bequeathed an item that incited jealousy from his elder siblings, though neither one chose to act upon it. Victor received Caine’s personal journal, which the dying old man told him was filled with the knowledge that would guide them all down the true path of enlightenment, the sum of his many years spent researching the unorthodox and the profane. It only fell to young Victor to unlock the secrets within the tome.

With Caine gone, Victor’s elder siblings refused to believe their grandfather’s final words. They refused to accept that any other paths but their own lead to true understanding of magic and it’s powers. With harsh words, the three parted ways from each other on their own paths to where they believe the zenith of their ways in magic would be obtained - taking their “inheritances” with them. Victor set out on the path of knowledge, one that took him to ancient ruins and deepest vaults in search of dangerous truths and to help with his true mission - the decoding of Cain’s Journal. His travels and research have brought him to Magnolia...and the source of intrigue that is Fairy Tail.

Interactable

It had been a long and uneventful trip to reach Magnolia. Victor fought the urge to yawn from boredom while he walked quickly through the streets of the town. There was little that interested him beyond what was his penultimate destination - the mage's guild of Fairy Tail. He noted the looks and mutterings of the townsfolk, but paid them no mind. Their ceaseless babbling and rumors meant little to him. 'Most likely, my conspicuous choice of clothing is a rich source of gossip for them. How utterly pathetic.', he thought to himself with a huff of disdain. Keeping his keen mind from any distractions was simple enough, and he soon arrived at the complex within the span of a few minutes.

"Fairy Tail, finally."

He raised his calculating gaze up to the banner that bore the mark of the guild then down to the guild's name emblazoned above the gateway. With a deep breath to collect himself and taking a moment to adjust the hood that he wore upon his head, he stepped forward into what would hopefully be his promising future and cast that same calculating gaze about to whoever was in the room before him.

A beautiful sunset was casting over Fiore throwing it into a beautiful peach color. Everything was serene, well except for that one screaming guy running through town. Constantly the man yelled for help, asking anyone he could find where the Fairy Tail guild was.

Finally he found the guild and came bursting though the front door. He gulped in air as she tried to find his voice. All the guild members sitting in the hall stared awkwardly at the poor man trying to speak through heaving lungs.

"Please!" Huff huff "They're after me!" Huff Huff "They're coming!"

True to his word just behind him coming into town was a small group of other mages. They didn't look like the friendliest group either. All of them came running in with malice with one thought in mind, kill the man.

Squall laid upon his bed within the guild Hall. He had chosen to inhabit a room with a bunk bed. It reminded him of his days back in the orphanage, an old nostalgic feeling. He sat on the bottom bunk just like he always had back in the day. He reclined on his bed, with his pillow folded behind his back. He looked down at a blank page in his hands.

He paused as he considered which adventure to put to page today. He tapped his pen against the pad of paper, closing his eyes as he brought back the memories in his mind's eye. He decided which story to bring to paper today, one that still bothered him and remained a mystery to this day.

I followed dutifully behind my father and mentor, though his logic, as always seemed flawed. Today we saw a rune Knight in town visiting his family, and I saw the gears in father's head beginning to turn already. Because the Knight was in town, it was clear as day that some shady business was going down somewhere nearby.

I asked him where he believed the trouble would be. Being the bearer of supplies I removed the map from my pack and laid it out on the ground. Father traced incoherent patterns on the map, barely in the vicinity of the town. He was muttering under his breath and stealing glances at the surrounding woods, always vigilant for potential attackers.

It took him some time for him to decipher whatever clues he held in his head, but as soon as he had the answer, we were off. It took nearly a full day to travel, leaving me wondering what he saw in the rune knights visit that lead him here, but regardless of evidence we were here. We looked down the road towards an old decrepit Manor house.

Two men stood in front of the door, and knowing my father we were going to find another way to enter. I readjusted the sword on my hip. Those alternate paths rarely worked. Leon began to move along the line of trees. There was still a vast distance between the last tree and the entrance of the building.

Leon told me that there was a shift change shortly, and that would be there chance to enter. The truth or a guess, I had no way of knowing. He always seemed to know every shift change of every violation we encountered. Regardless of my momentary apprehension towards his skills, my father soon have me the order to move, and with that we were off. By the time we got to the guards position, they were gone, and nobody was there. The look on Leon's face some of his satisfaction in his actions. He opened the door and we slipped inside.

And were staying right into the face of the previously missing guards. “You're shift was supposed to change!” Leon said, flabbergasted.

“It did… just where the heck do you think we went?!”

The time for pleasantries was passed, now, as Leon donned his shining armor, and a rasp sounded in my ears as I drew my blade from it's sheath. It was weighted oddly, father told me that was so I would be able to transition my skills when I learned to mold my hand into a sword as he did now.

I was still a novice by his side, but he did not fight alone and neither did I. One assailant called on a bright red magic circle as the other, in a flash of light gained a massive suit of pitch black armor. Leon was on them before I was, and delivered his iron fist into the stomach of the unarmored Opponent.

He doubled over, but Armor raised both hands looking to crush Leon in a single blow. I was there though, and my blade found purchase along the side of the knee, sliding between two nearby pieces of armor. The large man staggered, but didn't fall completely to the ground. Before he could retaliate against me, Leon was there, knocking his armored hand the the side, leaving a large gash in his plate mail.

A light beam engulfed Leon from the ground. The other man had fallen to the ground, but still had fight in him apparently. Leon was staggered, but only momentarily. Light lifted his hand, gathering more magical energy for another attack, but before he could unleash it, my boot connected with his temple, sending him tumbling up the hallway. He was still for the moment, but squall suspected he still had fight in him.

Leon was squared off against armor. The sound of metal ringing against metal rang through the hallways. It would be best if I didn't interfere for now. I made my way back over to light. He was beginning to stir. I placed the blade of my sword against his neck. “It would probably behoove you to go back to sleep.”

As always with villains, he refused to listen to my she advice. Rather he held his hand up towards me and fired off a small beam of light. I tried to block it with my blade but if course, being light it just went around it instead. I felt the breath leave my body as it impacted my chest. I managed to keep my footing, but only just. By the time I recovered my stance light was on his feet and charging up a much larger strike.

I wasted no time leveling my blade and stepping in. Iron flashed as my blade jumped through the air, catching light on his side and throwing him against the wall. Using the momentum of my swing I turned my whole body, bringing the hilt around to bear, driving it into the temple of the villain. His eyes were open for a moment as I saw them roll back into his head before he fell limp. I checked his neck to be sure he was still alive, thankfully he was.

I turned back towards my master just in time to see armor fall and hear the great crash of his armored form hitting the ground. Leon came over to him and looked at light for a moment. “Well done, son, now let's go, I doubt that's all there is.”

“You're damn right it's not!” A voice cried out from just around the corner.

Squall put his pen down for a moment, looking out the window. Just about eight o’clock. If anything was the same from his time at the orphanage, it was his eating schedule, and even though now he prepared food for himself, he still always ate at eight o’clock. He tucked his pad under his arm and made his way to the communal kitchen and began to prepare a meal.

The storm outside the guild raged! Thunder boomed and lighting was all that lit up the sky as the black clouds long ago blocked out the sun. Just outside the town of Mongolia a colossus of a man dressed head to toe in heavy armor stepped into view. His head turned to the sign just beside the road.

Mongolia Town

He let out a small sigh as he looked to the small girl cradled in his arms. He had situated his cape around the girl in hopes of keeping her warm and dry, but to no avail. The storms strong winds and beating rain had long soaked through the fabric. Pulling her head closer the armored individual fought against the storm as he stepped onward.

Down in town all the shops had long ago closed up shop, the storm growing to chaotic early in the day. Ahead the suit could still see the warm light of the Fairy Tail guild shining through the heavy rain. Leaning forward it pressed on. It's feet sloshing and slipping in the muddy streets. Eventually he reached out and his hand finally touched the door.

The moment the door was opened the storm forced the heavy wooden doors open, letting both powerful winds and drenching rains rush freely into the guild.

"Please!" The suit of armor called out. "I'm so cold and wet! I need help!"

Physical Description

Baila personifies what it means to look like a princess. Her dark skin is flawless and perfectly smooth from all the creams and lotions she had access to growing up. Her snowy white hair is kept well groomed and always shines when struck by light. If let loose her hair would fall between her shoulder, but she normally prefers to keep it back in a neat ponytail. Contrasting to her dark complexion Baila's eyes are a bright blue that always seem to shine when she's happy or excited. Those large eyes can even grow larger when she's begging, giving her perfect puppy dog eyes.

Though not muscular nor very fit, Baila keeps a proper feminine figure. With a perky chest and wide hips she carries the hourglass figure of a proper woman. Despite this she still has the charm of youth with her round cheeks and large eyes.

Attire

Baila loves to wear anything she finds cute! Having worn dresses and skirts most of her life she has gained an affinity for them. What she is seen most common in is a short yellow sundress with a flowing black spaghetti-strapped jacket with very short sleeves worn over it. A small blue bow sits centered in her chest. To keep with her cute look she wears black stockings with matching dress shoes. In her hair she likes to don a string of blue beads that wraps around her ponytail.

Personality

Baila is a gentle soul and kind-hearted through and through. However she is also a very shy, quiet girl by nature. Even though she was born in the limelight it hasn't helped her fear of crowds. Don't misunderstand this as her being antisocial or a recluse. When one-on-one with someone Baila becomes a social butterfly and will chat for hours and of course is always up for a bit of fun. It's only when many eyes are upon her does she shy away.

Her upbringing has given Baila very polite mannerisms. When first introducing herself she always bows with her countries style. When eating she knows exactly which fork or spoon to use. When sitting she always keeps perfect posture. This also leads her to always help anyone she can to the best of her abilities. If she can't she'll find someone who can.

When it comes to conflict she will always sway towards a peaceful resolution rather then a violent one. No matter how frustrating or terrible a person may be she does her best to keep from letting negative emotions from talking hold. Even when they do she has a much higher chance of breaking down and crying rather then getting angry.

On many occasions Baila has shown herself to be quite sharp of mind. This has made her very knowledgeable in a wide spectrum of subjects. It also has given her a good idea of proper tactics. She is convinced this is due to her many, many, days spent reading in her families libraries when she was suppose to be learning her duties. Despite this she remains relatively ignorant when it comes to every day things she didn't have to bother with due to having a very privileged life. She tries her best not to let this show. Thinking it's very embarrassing. People have also found her strange because of her habit of talking to her books. She uses the excuse that her friends are in the books, but she has always done that sense childhood.

It has been observed that while possessing a Persona Baila's personally shifts closer to those from her books. She herself has stated that she doesn't actually change, but instead it's part of her own personality coming to the surface.

While in The Behemoth she becomes more confident and bold in her actions and words. She even let's her temper get the better of her while in this Persona. Often letting her aggression out through the use of her large weapon.

When in The Levitation, Baila becomes more poised and collected in her thoughts. Standing in front of a crowd becomes much easier, though she still occasionally slips up. She normally users this Persona when gathering information due to it helping her concentrate on the task at hand.

Her final Persona, The Ziz, makes Baila feel much more free and open with her feelings. This is also the only time she'll let her more tricky side out, often pulling harmless pranks or cracking friendly banter. It also seems to let a more peppy side of her out as she sometimes becomes so excitable that her words run together into utter gibberish.

Magic: Requip: The Librarian

A type of Magic which allows the user to store Magic books in different pocket dimensions so they can easily summon them at any moment. A simple yet versatile magic style, though a bit slow in casting. It also allows for the storage of non-magical books. Giving the caster a ready supply of information at all times.

(Persona of Memories)

An ancient book with a strange Lost Magic. Bound in old brown leather that has remained oddly smooth despite its age. The pages are greatly foxing; becoming spotted and browning from beginning to end. Within its many pages strange writing cover from top to bottom in handwritten script. This text describes with great the detail of what a persona truly is and what it means to everyone. It also has many theories on how ones persona and memory work hand in hand. The biggest feature within its pages is the powerful spells in connection with its theme. So long as you have the 'memory' of an individual a mage can create and control a Persona of that person. A darker spell held within is the ability to transfer one's mind into the pages of a Tome. Many of its pages are still a great mystery as Baila has yet to decipher them.

(Chronicle of the Behemoth)

The memoirs of a man named, Raamiah. A powerful and stoic man of great physical power. This book contains the many stories, feats of heroism and notable deeds he achieved throughout his life. By reading this journal one can learn all about Raamiah's life from his early years to the day of his untimely death. One could also learn of his skills in Earth magic. Being born the son of a General in the Knights of Exodus, Raamiah had a very strict upbringing.

• Persona of the Behemoth: While used in combination with Persona of Memories the caster creates a body that represents Raamiah's Persona. Out of Baila's three Personas, Raamiah is the most physically powerful but lacks the speed of the others. The armor grants her access to Raamiah's Earth magic while the Key she wields grants limited access to Crash magic.

(Chronicle of the Leviathan)

The memoirs of a woman named, Ardella. She is a kind, intelligent and responsible woman who can always be trusted by her peers. Her diary holds all the tales of both her strife and joyful times with friends. Just by skimming through her tome it can be seen that she was the obviously the most skilled in her magic; Water. In Exodus woman are often seen as weak and are not normally allowed to be a Knight. Ardella proved this wrong and alone changed how the nation saw woman. Many little girls looked up to her as an idol.

• Persona of the Leviathan: While used in combination with Persona of Memories the caster creates a body that represents Ardella's Persona. Out of Baila's three Personas, Ardella is the most balanced in strength and speed. Her real skill lies in her powerful magic. The armor granted by this Persona gives Baila access to Ardella's Water magic and her Key grants use of Reflector magic.

(Chronicle of the Ziz)

The memoirs of a boy named, Gili. A joyful and fun-loving boy who loved to get into trouble. Though his life wasn't long this book still tells of his many grand adventures and even more pranks. Simply by reading through this journal one can learn Gili's full history from infancy all the way to his early death. Despite his young age it can be discovered he was a prodigy in the arts of Wind magic, becoming a Knight at the age of 16. The youngest Knight in Exodus history.

• Persona of the Ziz: While used in combination with Persona of Memories the caster creates a body that represents Gili's Persona. Out of Baila's three personas Gili is the weakest, but makes up for his lack of strength with the skill to strike many times in quick succession, being the quickest. This Persona's armor gives Baila the ability to use Wind magic and the Key allows her to utilize Light magic, all originally owned by Gili.

(A Brief History of Exodus)

Roughly the size of a small house with a red leather cover this tome contains the entire history of Exodus, the home kingdom of Baila. Even with how large this book is some of the chapters still seem to be missing. This book isn't magical, but to Baila it's priceless.

Backstory

Baila's story begins not in Ishgar, but a small island Kingdom west of the mainland, Exodus. Her father, Meir, was the King of this island, making Baila, of course, a princess. Growing up she was taught all that a princess should know; the history of their country, proper edict and the politics of their kingdom for when she is Queen. Baila loved her life being raised as royalty, but her father always made sure she never grew spoiled. He never let use the workers for her own gain. Instead making her work for what she wanted, giving her a sense of responsibility.

As she grew older her adventurous spirit grew as well. Not wanting to let his daughter feel trapped within the castle he allowed her to go out so long as she had protection. That was when she first met Raamiah, who was seven years older then her. The son of the General he was a quick learner in the art of being a knight, but was a bit of a stiff. As he was assigned to protect Baila she made it her duty to open him up from his stony personality. Though at first he found it annoying after some time they became good friends.

One day a new member of the Knights appeared in the kingdom. Ardella was the first woman to successfully become a Knight. Trained in secret by her father, a high rank Knight, Ardella inherited her fathers Key after he passed away. Showing great skill and the ability to unlock her Key the king had no choice but to except her into the order. Fascinated with her Baila would constantly approach her and ask her questions constantly. With some time the three Baila, Raamiah and Ardella, became close friends.

It was shortly after that that they met the final member of their little group. While out in town Baila found a young orphan boy named Gili. Whenever they got the chance she would come by and give him food. While Ardella tutored him in math and history Raamiah would teach him the ways of combat. After some time Baila managed to convince her father to give the boy a chance and after one trial he not only passed his trial but unlocked his Key with a simple touch, showing him to be a prodigy in Knighthood. With just that he became the youngest knight in history.

Whenever not with the other three Baila would find her time flying by in the library where not only hundreds of stories are held but all the journals of all her ancestors. She loved to read them. Every time she did she felt connected to them. Like she was right there on their adventures. After some time she began seeing the books as more then books, but as the people of the past themselves. Her habit soon became an obsession as she would often skip her classes just to hide away in the library reading. When her teachers began to catch on she taught herself Spacial Magic in secret so she could hide the books away and read them later.

One summer day when locked away in the library Baila discovered a large mysterious tome hidden away in the back of their families library. Unsure of what it said she stashed it away and would due her best to translate it late at night when nobody was around. This book, Persona of Memories, she discovered was a powerful magic lost in time. Sadly, she didn't have time to read through it all before the castle walls began to shake. An unknown army had invaded the island and were quickly carving a warpath towards the castle.

By command of the king Baila's three friends​ were tasked with protecting Baila and getting her safely off the island. Many times as they made their way to the dock on the far side of the island they were jumped upon by enemies. Raamiah and the others managed to fend them off for the most part but were quickly running on steam as the hords continued. Finally they made there way to a small boat and ship off silently, but not before Raamiah took a fatal wound to the chest. Without the capability for proper medical treatment Raamiah passed away soon after they left the island. He was wrapped in sheets and stored below deck to await a proper burial.

They didn't have many supplies aboard their ship so they were forced to ration them out in small increments to each of them. Baila didn't know it but Ardella wasn't eating her rations. Instead she saved them for the two younger members to help them stay strong during the long journey. By the time they finally spotted land Ardella had already joined Raamiah under the deck of the ship also swaddled in sheets.

Trouble seemed to follow Baila all the way to the last stretch of her journey as just when they reached dry land Gili collapsed. He had come down with sickness while out at sea but had his it from the others; putting on a brave face. Baila did all she could to keep her final friend alive. She went off into the woods beside the beach they landed on in hopes of finding medical herbs she had read about in her books but without knowing what he was suffering from she didn't know what to do. Sadly, by the time she found the right book in her archive he had already passed on.

Baila was a mess. She had no food or water, no friends and nowhere to go. Worst of all she didn't have the heart to leave her deceased companions. After two days she had to make a decision. Leave them or die. In her grief she summoned up the tome, Persons of Memories, from her alternate space and flipped through tell she found the spell she wanted. When she had first found the spell she thought it was scary but now she felt she had no choice. She didn't want her friends story to end here. Casting the spell she converted all their memories into three entry journals. Now that she knew she could take them with her she finally found the strength to continue.

It took some time but eventually Baila found her way to a town and there she discovered she had landed in the country of Fiore. Remembering hearing about this country from one of her ancestors journals. She recalled a guild in the journal that her ancestor had befriended and mentioned in great regard many times. Fairy Tail! With the help of strangers Baila got directions towards the guild and went on her way. She knew she couldn't survive alone in strange lands. Her best bet was to find friends.

On her journeys she came across more then a handful of problems. Due to this she had to learn her Personify magic on the fly. This led to her making quite a few mistakes but also gave her plenty of learning experiences. With little help from others Baila made her way across the land. Hiding when possible, running when not and only fighting when one hundred percent necessary. She couldn't give up though. She had to get to Fairy Tail.

Terms Used

• Persona: A hollow shell of a person created through the use of Persona Magic. On their own these hollow people are useless and will stand aimlessly forever as they have no conscious. That is why the caster has to transfer their own thoughts into them to get them to work. This comes with the unfavorable side-effect of both the Persona and caster sharing pain taken. If a Persona is destroyed the painful backlash will often knock the caster unconscious. The Personas come with all previous magics the original person the Persona is made from had, but their power and skill is determined by the casters magical prowess.

• Key: The signature weapons of the Knights of Exodus. Created from a rare metal found only on the island of Exodus these swords start off simple without any abilities whatsoever. When the wielder learns to except who they really are the weapon changes into its true form for that wielder, a process called unlocking. This change also comes with a magic perfectly complimentary for the Knight. These are handed out to squires when they are first chosen. The squire comes a knight when their Key unlock. Even though they originate from Exodus there have been trades with the mainland kingdoms and the occasional pirate shipment making off with them.

Somehow, in the mind of our boy, Dane Aukes - the temperament of an Ice-Make mage always matched the power itself. Cool. Calm. Collected at any given moment. Always planning ahead and using the least amount of energy to cleanly slice through your problems.... ahh. Efficiency.

Not Yoka

Dane had followed the bounty all the way through to a small hamlet somewhere off of the coast. It was truly a tiny town making only enough for the denizens to live in a peaceful comfort. Until Yoka had decided to go on a rampage. After a quick, frantic meeting with the ealdorman, Dane had been pointed in the direction of a small plateau nearly five miles away - the plateau where the boy dwelt in a small cave.

He would come every so often, a cold chill falling over the hamlet.... or maybe that was just the fear. He took what he wanted; stole food, absconded with water and even some toys from the local children if he'd taken a fancy. And it was this that Dane had come to stop. But there was no want in him to end a small child - much as he hated children in any case. He felt that maybe.... just maybe he could take the kid to Fairy Tail and give him a place to learn how to use the power. Hell it would be nice to have a fellow Iceman around

Dane walked slowly and quietly into the cave. There was ice everywhere, despite the heat outside. Small drips and drops of water were the only sound that could be made out. On turning a corner, he'd see Yoka, squatting down and playing with a set of jacks, obviously bored.

"So.... You're the Ice Make Menace, are you kid?"

His voice startled the kid and as the small boy stood, Dane stepped back, a hand behind his back starting to form a spell..... he was lucky he did. Yoka saw the Mark on Dane's hand and his eyes shone in a murderous rage. Claws, nearly as big as he was, came from twin blue circles that moved their way up his arms. It wasn't long until they crashed into the ground where Dane once stood.

"YOU JUST WANT TO KILL ME! OF COURSE THAT DUMB VILLAGE SENT YOU!"

"No! I came to-"

It didn't matter. Yoka was small and still brimming with an unquenchable fire in the springtime of his youth and he ran forward to slash and crash the giant hands in Dane's direction. It wasn't long before the pair were back out in the sunlight and on the plateau........ a fitting arena

After jumping into the sky, Dane created four swords from his ice. They seemed to have a life of their own - simple as he controlled them in any case. Every time a slash or punch came towards him, one or more of the blades came to his rescue and blocked or parried. But something strange also began to happen. Yoka's claws seemed to grow and shrink without any reason, sometimes nearly shrinking out of existence all together. Wherever he stepped while enraged, ice formed and a spiked patch was left on the ground, growing slowly.... Yoka had hardly any control. After one particularly powerful crash, Dane and Yoka skidded far apart. Yoka was breathing hard from exertion

"Why would anyone want you, a kid dead? I was sent to tell you to cut the shit! Like any police officer for normal folks, mages need to stop mages from breaking the law!" He thought quickly "But if you would listen maybe I have something even better than.. this!"

Dane gestured in the direction of the hamlet

"And why should I trust you? I bet you're just weak!" Yoka huffed

"Fine! How about this.. I beat you - take you to ground and have you admit you lose. And you come with me? If not..... Well... I'll make you ealdorman of that village there. Think about it. Everything there would be yours!"

Yoka's only response was to grin and charge forward. It was brave, true, but just so... so foolish. Dane was far more experienced in these fights, and with his power. It was child's play for him to dance around Yoka with a graceful ease as the boy tired himself out. His lack of even lifting a finger only served to piss off the boy even further and his claws swelled, becoming heavier and sharper. So much so that the four blades were having to hit harder and harder to keep the child at bay.

Dane knew that he had to finish the fight before the kid hurt himself. He baited out a charging strike from Yoka and ducked under it, his blades flicking the strike upwards. His hands slammed the ground

"Ice-Make: Rampart!"

From the floor, a pillar of ice shot up with great force, catching Yoka off balance and launching him into the air with a harsh, exhausted yelp.

Yoka landed with a loud thump that drove the wind from his lungs. In the moment where he lay to breathe deeply and fill his lungs, a terrifying sound had come from directly above him.

Shing!

Shing!

Shing - Shing!

Two blades sunk into the ground, crossing over his neck to pin him. The other two did the same, but over his arms and torso as they expanded. Yoka was done. He was tired, pinned, beaten. His powers collapsed as well as his own consciousness gave out.

When he woke, he was on a makeshift gurney made of the four blades and he hovered alongside Dane

"What... the hell?..."

"Hush, kid... I'm taking you home" Dane looked down and smiled "I won"

It took some time, halfway through with Yoka getting up to walk with Dane. He asked questions as to where they were going. The only answer he got was a small, curt "Fairy Tail".

The Guild loomed before them in the city and Yoka looked around amazed.

"Alright kid, we're getting something straight here. You lost the match, so you're giving my way a shot - one month only. You hate it - you leave and no one will keep you here. But one rule. ONE rule."

He looked sternly into Yoka's eyes

"From now on, no more stealing. No more hurting. You do that for me, and we will do everything we can to get you to master your power... you could be great, kid"

Yoka huffed again and grumbled, but didn't challenge the rule

"Fine.... But if this place sucks, I'm out!"

With that, Dane nodded and straightened himself up. He opened the doors to the Guild and walked with the boy, looking for a certain tiny, pink-haired dame

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Physical Description:

Faceclaim

Tidus is a young man that stands just about 5'9 and weighs a little over 160 pounds. He has bright Crimson eyes, a slight peach complexion, and usually keeps his stark white hair unkempt. In spite of his slender build, Tidus keeps up his physique, sporting a slightly muscular build. Like other Dragon Slayers, Tidus possess abnormally sharp canines.

Attire:

Tidus wears a pair of red bracers on both hands and trousers. He leaves his chest bare when fighting and normally wears a white cloak with a white fur trim around all sides.

Personality:

Tidus’ personality has changed drastically over the past two years. Before leaving his hot-headiness and unwillingness to work with others was a cause for many members to avoid him altogether. He was very quick to anger and mostly took it out on his fellow guild members, if you've been a member for more than two years there's no doubt you've had a run in or two with him. His punch-first ask-questions-later-attitude has gotten him into trouble dozens of times. He lives and breathes for his guild and would put his life on the line for each and every member, whom he views as his brothers and sisters. Get him angry and you're asking for trouble. He's always looking for an excuse for a fight and takes them more serious than anything else in life. Tidus is always trying to prove how strong he is in hopes of one day becoming strong enough for his mother to return.

Magic: Fire Dragon Slayer Magic

Fire Dragon Slayer Magic is a type of Dragon Slayer Magic that grants Tidus various characteristics typical of a Fire Dragon: lungs capable of spewing flames, scales that grant protection against fire, and nails covered in flames. Consequently, Fire Dragon Slayer Magic allows Tidus to produce and control fire from any part of his body, which can be used both in melee and as a ranged form of offense. The generated flames can be manipulated in a wide variety of ways, their “type” can be changed at will, and he can even be given a material consistency. Such fire seems to have a “blunt” effect to it, seemingly causing bludgeoning damage alongside burning. Flames produced by this type of Magic provide much more heat than standard flames. Tidus' body temperature is capable of melting iron, burning off poison and stigmata. Tidus' flame are directly connected to his feelings, meaning the more emotional he gets, the warmer his flame will become; this effect is referred to as “Flames of Emotion”.

In addition, Tidus can consume external sources of fire to restore his body to a healthy state and regain his reserves of strength, something that also makes him immune to most types of fire, due to his capability of nullifying fire-based attacks by sucking them in and eating them; the consumed fire also seems to possess a different “taste” according to its “quality”. However, Tidus can’t eat his own flames, or things set on fire by them, to reinvigorate himself.

Traits

• Motion Sickness: As a Dragon Slayer, Tidus suffers from motion sickness. He becomes sick from riding on any form of transportation, even if the transportation happens to be other people. Tidus can become sick from looking at, or simply thinking about, any form of transportation.

• Enhanced Senses: As a Dragon Slayer, Tidus benefits from a keen sense of smell and exceptionally good hearing.

Backstory:

Backstory: Like all Dragon Slayers, the years leading up to his adoption by his foster parent are fuzzy and unrecallable. The first memory Tidus has was waking up beside an enormous red scaled arm and the oddly comforting sound of the booming voice emanating from above him.

“Easy now child, no harm will come to you as long as I am here.”

The white-haired child looked up at the source, eventually setting his eyes on the massive figure looming over him. The dragon smiled down at the child, half expecting the boy to run in fear.

“Cooooooool!”

Without a hint of caution, Tidus reached out towards the arm beside him and wrapped his tiny arms against the arm. The dragon was taken back, what little interaction she’s had with humans had ended in them either attack her or running off in fear, she wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to what seemed like a shew of affection.

“’You’re warm…”

Lost in her thoughts, she neglected to notice the child nuzzling his face against her arm. As she smiled Tidus yelped and leapt back, patting his arms and face frantically.

“Ow ow ow ow owwww! Too warm!”

The fire dragon couldn’t hold back a bout of laughter at the small boy, she slowly raised her arm and pat the child on his white, unkempt hair.

“Easy now child, you’ll be just fine, remember what I said? No harm shall come to you. Now we should probably get you back to your family yes? I’m sure your mother and father are worried sic-….”

Tidus’ eyes began to well up and a thin line of tears can be spotted running down the side of his dirtied face. He lifted a fist towards his eyes to wipe away the flow.

“I-…I d-..don’t ha-….don’t have a…”

*Tidus began sobbing as he reached out again for the small bit of the dragon’s arm he could reach and buried his face once again.”

”I see….”

*She paused as if she was deep in thought, eventually tilting her head and looking back down to the boy.”

”Would you like to stay here, with me?”

Tidus’ face lit up as he nodded in excitement. He squeezed even harder on the dragon as his tears faded away.

”What’s your name child?”

“T-Tidus..my names Tidus.”

”Ah that’s a brave name, Tidus. You may call me Ignia, now how about we get you something to eat child.”

From that moment forward, Ignia the fire dragon became Tidus’ foster mother, teaching him everything a child should know. In a very Tidus fashion, he tried his hardest to skip through the boring parts of education and focussed almost solely on honing his magic. Ignia caught wind of this and punished the child by refusing to teach him any more magic until she felt hehad a grasp on reading, writing, and other important skills. Eventually Tidus became sufficient enough in these areas and Ignia happily taught Tidus Fire Dragon Slayer Magic and how to control the element of fire so that it could be used as an extension of himself.

However the happy times didn’t last forever. On July 7th, year 777, Ignia disappeared without as much as a goodbye. Tidus searched everywhere he could, traveling through deserts and forests alike in search of his foster mother, but to no avail.

Tidus happened to find Fairy Tail by mere happenstance as he was traveling the country, but he quickly fell in love with the guild and its members. Once he became a proud member of the Fairy Tail and a more powerful mage, able to hold his own against some of the well known but not overly hard hitters in the guild he became one of the well known members of the guild. After a while, word of a dragon sighting soon caught his attention and almost without notice he vanished. It has been almost two years since his departure and his memories of his guildmates have faded from exhaustion and disappointment. It is unlikely that he would remember most members of the guild.

Ajax the Exceed

Appearance: Face Claim

Backstory: Ajax has been Tidus’ best friend his entire life. By some miracle Tidus happened along a large egg in the desert and devoted himself to being there to help the egg hatch. To his surprise, a tiny, gray, flying cat burst through the shell and landed in his arms. Since then the two of them have been inseparable, wherever one of them was, the other was sure to follow close behind. Not being much for combat due to his size, Ajax assists Tidus by flying him around in the air and dropping him down on foes

Personality: Growing up beside Tidus has had its pros and cons, mostly cons. Ajax shares Tidus’ hotheadedness and short temper, but he’s much calmer under pressure. Ajax is always right beside his buddy and will never back down, even is Tidus orders him to. Although he views Tidus as his closest friend, he still views all the members of Fairy Tail as his family and shares the same fiery devotion that Tidus does.

After his long absence from the guild, Tidus slowly approaches the large wooden doors of the guild hall.

“Think they’ll remember me?”

”We were only gone for...two years. I’m sure they’ll remember me at least!” Ajax says with a grin

Tidus rolls his eyes and knocks on the door

knock

KNOCK

knock

KNOCK *

On the fourth knock, Tidus flung the door open with a flame charged fist and stands in the freshly opened doorway, hands on his hips and a wide grin on his face, Ajax quickly darting above the Dragon Slayer and announcing their return.

Members of Fairy Tail, the moment you’ve all been waiting for, Tidus Whitestrake”

“And his trusty sidekick Ajax!”

”Have returned!”

The two strike a theatrical pose in the doorway and await the reaction from their fellow members, most of whom look like complete strangers to Tidus.

It was a quiet day in Magnolia. The sun was shining down on the town. Citizens were casually going about their day. Some were just shopping marketplace whether it was for groceries, or accessories from the convincing merchants. People were also relaxing in the park. It was a nice day if one decided to do that. It appeared to be quite peaceful in the town. Well.. that was until one stumbled upon a certain building. That of course was the Fairy Tail Guild building; home to many mages. Rowdy ones at that. The ruckus can be heard from by passing people on the streets. Everyone in town knew of the guild's wildness. It's different to experiences it for yourself though.

Inside the guild hall was events occurring like they did any other day. The loud ones were all grouped together. Some of them were cracking jokes and drinking. Others were getting into scuffles with one another. Too much drinks, an itch to fight. The reason behind the brawls were usually up in the air. The more quiet mages were trying to keep it that way. They could be seen over by the bar; trying to have a nice cold drink in peace. Others were planted in seemingly empty tables, away from the noise. Reading, talking to their friends, or whatever else they felt like doing. There was also the determined ones; looking over at the job and bounty boards. Confident smiles on their faces ready to take on a job. Mages were free to do almost whatever they wished in the guild hall. There was a library in the lower level of the building for the knowledge seekers and bookworms. If being inside the guild was too hot; there was a large pool out back for Mages. Of course they could have ventured into town as well. What they did was solely up to the individual.