We are all born in a Hearse (Fin; Davana) [2-5; 2-4 When FUll Powered]

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» Name: River Sage
» Titles: -
» Age: Five thousand, one hundred and fifteen years old(technically)) But she has only been alive for the last Four hundred and five years; appearing about Twenty- five years old.
» Gender: This life time female
» Affiliation/Rank: Rogue


» True Appearance Written:

In this life, River is a female with an hour glass shaped bodice. Her skin is a porcelain tone, without scars or any other mark on her. She stands at 5‘7 being rather tall for a woman. The most noticeable features on her is the fact she has horns gripping her head, the horns will creep across and form almost a halo around her skull, Her golden eyes shining with insatiable curiosity, and wings always in a relaxed position around her. Following through with her fallen angel-esque appearance, she is a rather beautiful woman. With long ebony locks that fall just above her buttocks. A form fitting dress adorned in gold grips her tightly, flowing down too cover her feet. She wears gloves that seem too match the outfit, they as well flow off of her arms. Around her neck is an interesting neck piece, white with gilded edges, it would have an emerald gem at the bottom of it, and at her shoulders there is a spider web like ornament over her. She has a rather approachable aura too her, that makes the weak want too come too her, however at the same time it warns the strong that she is not weak.

» True Appearance Picture:

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» Personality:

River is a rather adaptable being, one who retains all their memories over time has got too be. She can scan her surroundings and take a best guess at what it’s going too be like, and then she just immerses herself inside of it, without any fears of cultural shock. Which does happen from time too time. Despite her fragile appearance, she is a rather skilled demoness, her voice often soft spoken, yet it holds an expecting, demanding tone. As if she was a commander of a great army and demanded some form of respect. Going with her commander-esque attitude, she had an uncontrollable need too defend the weak, and challenge the strong. That being said, she is incredibly stubborn and brave almost too a fault. She isn’t a fool though, she has lived long enough too know a trap from a genuine situation, but even then she might ignore her better judgment. River is an incredibly patient being, often letting what others speak first, and then speaking only too reply too them, she simply likes too observe from the darkness and step in when she feels like she is needed too. A rather clever and intelligent creature she has adapted into, she finds it easy too understand most modern day technology, and even enjoys puzzle games and new age video system games(vidya games :3) there is a dark side too this demoness, that only get’s unleashed in the heat of battle, or if someone manages too rub her the wrong way. That being said, a person will be able too tell why she is a Demoness, and not a shinigami or human. Her views become warped and it takes alot of blood shed to calm them down. She still holds the same justice, and still wants too save people, except her way of saving them, might just be killing them so they don’t suffer. In these fits of insanity, River will attack anyone she deems evil and anyone who stands in her way she will not think twice about cutting down. A creature who truly doesn’t fear death, after all.. how could she? She’s died a thousand times.

» Likes:
*Times of peace.
*Most teas.
*Any food that is considered unique.
*Video games
*Adapting too new times
*Anything that is new or exciting
*Training
*Observing
*Puzzles and strategy games
*Watching humans live


» Dislikes:
*Those who destroy the defenseless
*Crimes against the weak
*Being called a monster
*Most modern music
*Mostly everything that isn't human
*Politics
*Dying
*Religion


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» History:

Darkness, it was what every day had been for the lost energy. Often racing, through the darkness, not knowing what life was, or how others lived. Just moving in that constant darkness. Completely out of sight, but she would move forward as she saw something else, something very new. What was this feeling.... was it birth? She’d call at it.. “What do you want from me?" “Just follow me..." “But I don't know who you are?" “Just follow me, i'll take you too a place where you'll never be, and show you things that you will never see." she could hear it fading, and she'd follow as it would sing. “I'm the shadows in the dark, flying through this world alone. But now that i have found you, won't you follow me home? I'll show you where I lay, right by this river... but don't be afraid... i'm yours too take. Just follow me." Following until she saw what the voice would bring. Golden eyes would open just at the dawn of twilight. This was birth. Sitting up next too the river bend, he would stare too the reflective streams. Golden orbs would stare back. “Now that i’ve found you...” he’d repeat too the river, as he’d see a darker color dancing in the waves, swirling around his own face, the crimson color would almost grip the reflection of his face, before the waters were tainted. Twitching his nose softly, he could smell a very pungent iron like smell. Following the wicked colors with his eyes, it’d lead too a city not far from him. The great hulking outline, still not moving from his spot he’d stand up slowly too get a better look at it. Dark clouds would dance from the city’s sky line, as flames licked at the buildings. The sight would be so beautifully destructive, it’d be embedded in his mind for lives too come.

Walking towards the beautiful scene, the cries of anguish and pain would be an annoyance to his ears, almost as if when one drags their nails across a chalkboard; it’s make his nails twitch and his teeth clench. Is this what the voice wanted him too see? No, River wasn’t that much of a fool, he wasn’t in denial either. This was the next step too his life.. he was no longer a larvae crawling blindly in the darkness. His fingers would run across his own head, following the curvature of the the bones that sat upon his head like a crown. Moving too walk inside the village, he’d see two groups of people fighting eachother. Now, at the time River didn’t know names of places, or what had been happening, but the Davana that had been created by purely nothing, would experience the first war that was ever recorded.

Mesopotamie, 2700 BC Between Sumer and Elam.

Walking through the crowded streets, those who had been still alive or dying would mutter the phrases, of words she didn’t quiet understand. Roughly translated too “Taker of souls” the dying had saw him as an angel of death, yet he would simply watch them. A scream would be heard and River would turn too see a woman running towards him, her stomach was swollen (at this point he wouldn’t understand the concept, but the woman had been pregnant) As she ran to him speaking to her inaudibly under her cries of terror, he’d see a group of four men following her. Long spears and rather under developed armor would walk towards the two. “Pl-please, save me..” the woman would utter out, tears streaking down her face, tilting his head; he would place one hand on her shoulder and push her behind him.

Why he had done it? Perhaps it was the crying, perhaps it was something else... perhaps he wanted too see what this new world was like...Taking a step towards the armed group, the woman still behind him, a silence would fall. It seemed the four had been confused about the man, and his appearance... River was certain that the woman hadn’t even noticed his odd appendages, until his wings would spread open- showing it’s true length. The first wave would happen, as two of the men would bring their spears into both of his wings. Watching it, so this was what pain was.. what.. an exciting enthralling feeling.... what a day too be alive. Embracing the burning pain that would resound in both of his wings, he’d feel each nerve react and send a message to his brain. “You should be in pain.”

Walking towards the two, and digging the spears deeper and deeper into his wings, until they’d be impaled, the tips of his wings would arch up at the pain but that wouldn’t stop him. His golden eyes seemed too ingite from the dancing flames around the war zone. His hands would move at speeds the humans wouldn’t be able too comprehend, as he gripped their throats, his nails would dig in and with one powerful yank, their thyroid’s being ripped out from their neck, as blood would paint over his pale skin. These creatures, were so fragile... like snow flakes hitting the ground, and like every snow flake... they become loss in the masses of others. The two would drop too the floor with a hard thud as the other two would scream, however... their blood line wouldn’t allow them too flee from this newly created monstrosity.

“I will save you...” He glanced back too the frightened woman who seemed too take a few steps back, but nod rather quickly, turning his head too face them, the two had already been attacking, a spear too the stomach. There that feeling was, a smile growing on his face. He had never felt such a sensation in all of his existence. He would continue too move closer towards the men, allowing the spears to impale him as if from before. He would pause and look down too his stomach, one spear deep in his hip as another had made its way through his stomach. A powerful kick and the two would both be on their knee’s and a powerful twitch of his wings and the spears would hit the men, going through one’s neck, he’d begin too choke on the item as he tilted his head too the man on the ground. The golden orbs would lazily focus on the other man, who was screaming at the top of his lungs, alerting the rest of his men, no doubt.

He’d be able too see the Spear had gone deep in the man’s eye, not deep enough too impale the brain and kill him. He’d continue too scream as he writhed on the floor, watching as the entire area burned around him. The life of a larvae had been easy... his wings would twitch open, as blood would splatter on the ground with wings. He would smile as he turned too the woman, his eyes wide as he realized she’d been silent. Laying on the dirty ground the woman would be laying their, an arrow through her throat. His eyes widened as he looked too the archer.

He felt the pain again, this time in the center of his head. So... the life with wings would be short. Falling next too the deceased pregnant woman, his golden eyes would stare too her hollow, tears had been streaming down her once living face, the golden orbs would slowly move too her stomach, her cold hands slowly falling off her round belly. His hand would reach out too the woman, as darkness would consume the sides of his vision.

“I’ll...sav-” and darkness would envelope him.

“Do you see pieces of heaven each time you die?” [/i]
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The time, he came back... this time, he knew the ropes. River knew this world was cruel, and unfair. The group of people he had been with went by Vikingr (vikings) he had found a group, a family so too say, and they trained him too fight more like a human, and less like the Davana he had been beautiful so too say, and it was incredibly easy too hide her horns and wings- albeit uncomfortable. He had always been adorned in the metals of his armor. His golden eyes would glance back and forth. They had named him, which was a relief.. because in all honesty, at this point in Time... River didn’t have a name; they called him Vaetki Neffor, or roughly translated, The No one with yellow eyes. Sitting on the large boat, as he had earned the title of Vinr too the ship. He wasn’t the leader of the whole group, no even he took orders.

The ship had been finally near it’s travels. Lidisfarne, located just in the northeast coast of England. He had been accustomed too raids, and now it would be time. Standing up, his shield at his side, and axe in his hands, he’d glance back and forth. River was powerful now, he knew the basics of fighting. He would raise his axe, and the boat would dock against the sands. Typically, they’d attack villages, this was River’s first raid outside his own content.Moving forward, there was no beautiful destruction too see. A great tower would be infront of him and he’d look around. There was no village, too be seen, and not a single person would be armed.

His group would ran at unarmed humans, the weak ones. That’s all there was here... weak humans. He would watch as they’d be cut down without a single thought. He would slowly walk through the destruction. Watching as the Vikings would throw some of the monks off of the high cliffs, too drown and die in the ocean, the orbs would move too the ones who didn’t try too flee or fight, the slaves. He would frown, he didn’t want too do this anymore... and with his mighty Axe he would swing it at one of his brothers, it’d hit him in the chest and he’d fall too the ground.

In the end, he had taken out all but four of his Brothers, the ones he had cared about most. He could see the betrayal, pain and hatred in their eyes. Smiling under his helmet. He’d throw his shield too his side, he wanted this... the restart button. He’d charge the four and it was over sooner then it happened. A pool of blood would form around him as he laid on the ground, wounds across his shoulders and chest. It wasn’t long now, not even his armor had helped him through out the rage of his brothers.

He would only defend the weak. No longer use them as training dummies.

~ Golden orbs would open wide, as a young girl would gasp for air. Petite dark angel wings at either side of her back, her skin had been dark this time. Perhaps it as because she burned in her past life. Short dark hair would fall too her shoulders.. It was cold, ever so cold. When was it? Why was it snowing? A dirty dress had been wrapped around the young River, as she stared around. Walking through the empty fields. The dress looked as if it had been made out of some sort of animal hide. Continue too walk across the cold plains. She would see something, an image that would repeat in all her time lines; something so beautifully destructive. It was like an artist set, each were own beautiful in their own way. This painting had been smaller then the one she had seen before, the one with the pregnant woman she lost.

This one was smaller, incredibly smaller. The buildings weren’t round like before, or made of rock. The young River-child would walk through out the burning tents- it appeared... incredibly large tents. Staring too the burning parchment, she’d see people of similar skin tones as herself, bleeding on the ground. A boy, probably a year older then the young River’s body, would run from the flames, and move too grab her by her hand. She’d watch as he dragged her outside the village, and it seemed once he was outside, he’d fall back and let out a gasp, pointing too her.
“Are you one of my ancestors? Please help, the yellow-hided men have betrayed our village.” He’d grovel at her feet. She’d tilt her head too him. “What’s your name?” she’d ask with a smile too him, holding her hand out too his own.

“I’-I’m- Are you the River Sage, that protects our land?” he would question grabbing her own hand with two of his tightly. She’d see he had been bleeding, a small hole through his shoulder. She would tilt her head too this; River Sage? “Yes, I am River Sage.” she didn’t know why she’d say it, maybe she didn’t want too be alone. “Well you save my village?! It’s on your own lands! You have too!” “What’s your name?” she’d repeat at the over excited child. “I’m... Nihancan...” he’d speak. “An-and.. those men just killed my parents...” he’d whimper, the child was alone. River would move too hold the child, even though she was a mere child. “I’ll save you...” she spoke quietly, and moving too walk towards the flaming village. She had picked up much through death.

Her gilded eyes would glance around until she saw a group of man. “We missed a savage...” a voice would call, she’d move out so they could see us. “She’s a devil!” She’d tilt her head too the new weapons, as she would suddenly run at the men. She’d watch as they’d load it up slowly, with their metallic smelling powder. She would jump up, her wings would smack two in the face, causing them too fall back, the sound of thunder would errupt from their weapons, and she would feel that sensation, she’d hear a hard thud and look down. One of her wings had been shot off, she’d begin too laugh. The sensation, was burning through her entire form, her fingers would twitch as she stared too the wings.

This was the closest thing too human she‘d ever get right now. Staring towards the wings with blank eyes. Almost on instinct she‘d grab one of the wings, looking too it as it slowly would form a staff of some sorts. Staring too the staff, words seem too linger in the back of the girls head. The sound of thunder could be heard as she felt more of that sensation flow through her, ”Pain.” She‘d laugh softly as she held the staff too her chest, before falling at the sound of more thunder(gunfire), the words would continue too dance about her head, so she would remember for her future lives.

“Camaka paṅkhōṁ para”


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“Upon Shining Wings.”



The wild west, was a beautiful time. One of her most favorite lives had been lived during this time. She truly related too it, the fierceness of it, everyone could be the law if they worked hard enough at it. It was harsh, even the environment, the landscape had been filled with sand in the desert town, despite that fact it had been quiet populated. It didn’t quiet have a sheriff in the town for a simple reason, it didn’t need one. River had grew up in this town, awakened, as an orphan and alone.. she had been taken in by the owners of the town’s tavern. Growing up there, she saw many atrocities that weren’t beautiful, they were disgusting and even soo more then burned deep into her thoughts, and stained her memories.

Many people had been the sheriff and most of them were corrupt, those who weren’t.. they didn’t last long. She’d watch her human “parents” get bullied, and damn near killed. Granted, she knew that human life had been fleeting, compared too her own many lives. She especially lasted longer with the knowledge of her Atma Vatou at her hands. The minute she had grown what the humans considered old enough, is when she’d move too disappear. It was better if no one knew of her abilities, she was better off alone.

At first, most of the bandit gangs thought it was a myth, and most of the humans.. well they thought it was a curse, an angered spirit out for some sort of vengeance. The more and more it would happen; the more and more she would defend the small town.. the more that seemed too come. Bandits were notoriously stubborn, if it was being protected it was a challenge, even if it meant their own lives, she’d hope too think that half that came.. just didn’t believe it. She had used her favorite technique, Anta Lana. The technique often would kick up a sandstorm in it’s movements, keeping her abilities hidden.. that had been the only ability she had needed too keep her alive.

All was going well, until it got the military involved, excited and cautious at the same time at the thought of wielding such powers, no doubt. Her main goal too protect such a town, would go too waste as the town became a primary target. Despite her best efforts, and even the fifteen too twenty. Vidvansakas she’d send, she wold fall with the town, and in her death she would be gifted with one last thing from the beautiful wild west; the same beautiful destruction she was born too. Perhaps it had been because of all the energy she used in that battle, but she wouldn’t be reborn until the early 21st century.

It’d be 2010 and the world seemed too be incredibly spiritually aware. As she always did she would find a murderer, or anyone with blood on their hands. Follow them home, kill them and adapt. This was no difference, except she realized something more dangerous had occurred during her death like slumber, demons and spirits no longer needed too hide in the dark. Humans were well aware of what they were. Then it happened, another war.. she had missed the first war, but this one, she had watched from afar. It was called the war with the soul king, she didn’t care much for affairs of groups like that, and just like that it was over.

Time tends too fly in a blink of an eye when one is technically an immortal, when one can’t forget it’s past lives, history repeats itself, and with this era of peace that had arrived she knew it’d be short lived, she knew it’d be best too stay in the shadows. That’s when it happened, the populations of all things dark seem too skyrocket, putting the world back in it’s imbalance. She would watch as the humans and all that seemed too stand for good take each and every painful lost, but she would not interfere.. watching as humanity adapted like it always did. That’s what made her like humans so much, despite how different they think they are, in the end they always adapted over wars. She never cared much for the politics of the after life, but she heard rumors of cybernetic advancements, and wars between all kind. She would continue too stay in the shadows, until 2415 would cross, it was now she realized that staying the shadows would only prolong her life and make no impact on this world. So what if she died, she could come back.. alot of humans didn’t have that going for them.

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» Natural Demon Traits:
Acute Sight Most of her moves are in the mist, or around the mist. That being said, River doesn’t see as a normal creature sees in this state. She see’s the pulse of energy around the beings. Trees have different pulses then grass, and humans have different ones then shinigamis. Making it easier for her too find one in her mist, then her too be found.

Flight - Having two wings at her sides, she is able too almost glide across the air with only three powerful flicks of her wings.

Heightened Senses- River is a powerful davana in general, but aided too her powers is the fact her senses are better then most. She can typically smell an attack before it happens, she has the eyes of a hawk not too be literal. Her speed is her ability that lacks most, however what she lacks in speed, she makes up for endurance and strength, despite her fragile appearance.

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» Origin Name: Dysphoria (a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.)

» Origin Power: A constant struggle between Justice & Death

» Origin Abilities:

Sanyama Barisa (Temperance Rain ) River will hold her wings up as she would announce this ability, her dark feathers will seemingly float up too the sky, enough too almost cloud the area in a darkness. The feathers would explode into almost rain droplets, but as the rain hits the ground it will dissolve and become a different sort of mist, a healing mist. The mist heals most wounds, but does not set bone or heal bones. Strictly a flesh related healing ability. If your character happens too be bleeding out, you're lucky.. if a character happens to have two broken legs and a dislocated shoulder, well.. that really sucks.

Satya kī hēlō ( Halo of truth ) This is an ability that resonates from her horns, it makes it so it is harder too kill her via decapitation or any sort of head attack. The horns also keep certain psychic or dark energies from filtering through her mind, keeping her thoughts and secrets safe.

Śaitāna kā nirṇaya(The Devil's Judgement)
River literally can smell evil and death on a creature, be it human, too arrancar. She know’s evil when she sees it. She is however, constantly mocked by the scent; causing herself too question if she herself is an evil thing. It is a sense too her that she holds dearly, that most might even see as a weak thing. She uses this often for black mail, if she needs too or if she just can’t handle the stench she may full out attack them.


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» Conceptual World:

The world is similar too earth in a way, except through out the entire world there is a mist in it; the mist makes it incredibly hard too see anyone or anything only showing most as darkened figures. In the part of the world, River is normally at; it appears too be a great court room, made of grey marble. Torches seem too hang off an invisible wall, appearing too float in the mist that even seems too creep in at the edges of the room. The court room is typically empty, unless her Eternal Partner is lurking within the mist of the area.

» Rilīja Attributes: Her attribute is that a mist cloaks the air, similar too the mist in her conceptual world. The mists hold figures of monsters, and shadowy beings that resemble her own figure. They are simply figment of the mist, mind games too psych her enemy out, the only way the mist can be raised is if River so demands it, however, with enough force little “pockets” of clear air can be created. It lasts a short amount of time (two posts )

» Eternal Partner Name: Chrrybdis/ Scyllia

» Eternal Partner Appearance: Chrrybdis, and Scyllia are actually one being, only being cursed. The creature’s voice can only be used by one of them, so it’s tone and voice changes between the two. Only one of them will speak at a time: The feminine voice, often holds a lull too it, it brings peace too it’s area and has a tone too it that’s just too adorable too ignore; this is Scyllia, that leaves the only other one, a masculine sounding voice; Chrrybdis. A booming voice, that any lower beings have no choice but too listen too; almost like a lion roaring, it demands respect. He never yells and often speaks in a tone as soft as his female counter part. A sort of gentleness lingers at the end of either of his words. Now for the monstrosity that is their true form, a great hulking male figure. They stand at Eight feet , It had two heads, and they are triangular shaped in appearance, with one crack down the center of it, just thin enough for them too see. Runic writing dances on the side of their heads, that they both will admit.. that they know nothing about it. Another odd thing is their skin appears almost mummified too their bone, holes through out their hollow bodies that just seem too lead too an eternal darkness; nothing. Oh, one should mention that the first thing anyone would notice is that this creature had two pairs of arms, and two pairs of legs. The forearms of their arms seemed too have rotted off entirely forever ago, replacing their forearms with some sort of ancient, runic automail, that had only covered the forearms, revealing large skeletal hands, the tip of their finger bones seemed too be as sharp as most daggers. Only down too their chest would hold human flesh, at the bottom of it another runic type automail would be supporting their spine, and keeping the creature together, dark silk would flow through from the ends of their automail body part, forming a sort of skirt falling down too it’s knees, where the same automail technology is worked into it’s shin before turning into some sort of beast’s feet. It’s bones revealing wiring through out its sharpened bones. This form will only be shown in her Conceptual world, and only too River.

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However, once the Rilija is activated and the mist creeps into the background of the real world, Scyllia and Chrrybdis will show itself in a more.. presentable and friendly form. The creature taking the appearance of two twins, one girl which is Scyllia, and one boy which is Chrrybdis- he will appear as a girl, having longer hair then his sister,and even dressing in a nice dress too match with his sister. Chrrybdis often is the one with a crown on his head. They both have a dark violet hair, and even a duller violet set of wings on each of their back, almost appearing as younger siblings too River. Scyllia has shorter hair of the two, but the bangs in her

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» Eternal Partner Personality:

Chrrybdis/ Scyllia has a conflicting personality, essentially, it is just one creature, but trapped with two minds. At times the creature can be harsh and demanding without a care for anyone but itself, or it would be willing to throw it’s life down if it meant too save another. Either way, it is hard too tell if the male or female voice is the ill willed one, due too the fact that one minute it could bee Chrrybdis, the male voice being kind, the next it could even kill you for looking at it wrong, and the same would go for Scyllia. Over all, the creature is a confusing enigma that only River seems too understand, it seems too only like River in this form. However, when apart Scyllia and Chrrybdis often take up their own personalities, which alot of the time doesn’t make sense for it’s actual personality.

River often refers this time as “Down time.” Where she had too suffer through the two’s arguing. Chrrybdis, despite having the body of at the oldest a fourteen year old boy, he will take interest in a woman, only if he finds her more attractive then he finds himself. He is quiet friendly compared too his shy sister, and doesn’t seem too care that about what people or other creatures say about his odd fashion sense. He adores crowns, and any sort of shiny thing, or cute shiny thing he could turn in an accessories for his sister or himself. In this form he comments freely on other’s fashion sense, and doesn’t understand what a personal bubble is or what the word awkward means.

Scyllia has a more modest manner too herself, she only speaks when she is spoken too. Which is why Chrrybdis often introduces her, or even starts a conversation with her. She is either at River’s side or her other half’s, her voice is still the soft, lull as from her true form. Int his form, she is shy, but not mean.. she will smile if the time calls for it, and laugh at jokes if it’s funny. But she is well reserved, often doing anything in her power too avoid a fight.

» Eternal Partner Powers:


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» Atma Vatou Name:Kālā kau'ā

» Atma Vatou Appearance:

Kala appears too be a wand like instrument, with a blade at the end of it. It appears very old wood is made out of the wand, and it is three feet long, the wood work curling into itself. At the top of the wand, sits a blue orb on it’s wooden thrown. The orb will change colors when it’s abilities are activated. Kala would never be found on River, almost half the time appearing out of thin air. The fact is, too summon Kala she had too pluck one of her dark feathers, once that happens the feather will appear as the wand, and her Atma Vatou.

» Atma Vatou Abilities:
Anta Lana Bring The End

The move can be activated by River announcing it out loud, upon those words creatures will start too raise from the shadows and from the light. The warriors that form from the shadows and light will look entirely the same, except for one thing. The warriors compromised of the shadows, will appear as dark energy specters, adorned in lighter shades of armor, the horses they would be adorned on would also be dark energy specters, with their own armor. The warriors compromised of light would also have armor, their armor being golden, their horses white with golden armor as well. Both light and dark warriors, along with their horses have wings (( Basically you’re fighting energy angels on energy pegasus’, welcome too my mind. )) The only way too destroy the creatures is too cut off the wings of the creatures, and then deal a fatal blow- either too the head, chest or cutting off two of their limbs. Upon a soldier’s destruction, it’s Stead will continue too attack, and vice versa for if a Stead is destroyed. These creatures call their selves Vidvansakas( Destroyers ) and their soul purpose is too follow their names and destroy anything it passes through, or be destroyed.

Once a Vidvansaka is destroyed (it doesn't matter if it's Stead or Soldier ) it's body will evaporate and become a thick mist in the air. Once two Vidvansaka is destroyed the mist is a thin fog, and it will only rising when River commands it so. “Anta khatma hō gayā hai" The end is over. Typically, River will only summon up from three too five, depending on the situation, if she feels incredibly threatened she will summon the most she can control at a time, and that is Thirty exactly. The more Vidvansaka she has out, the longer the rate of the cool down, if she summons five Vidvansaka she will have too wait a turn, if there is more then eight Vidvansaka out she will have too wait two turns. If she has more then thirteen Vidvansaka out then she will wait three turns, and so on


Aṅghā hōnā Be Blind
This ability will only activate if her Rilija is activated. The mists that creeps at the corners of the area will slowly envelope the area, it isn't hard too see through (( if the Vidavansaka weren't activated)) it's simply a thin veil that seems too cover the area and follow after River's every step. As long as the Rilija is activated, or the Vidvansaka have done their job after death, this ability will be activated. Once the mist takes the area, anyone else trapped in the mist will find it has become a maze, and River's scent and energy has taken the area as well with the mist. This being said, it'll become incredibly hard too find the woman, seeing as her scent and energy are all that a person would be able too sense and smell. If a person finds them self trapped in her mist for an entire thread(from start too finish) they will find the affects of the mist would have rubbed off of them, and will feel the affects in their next thread(it doesn’t matter if River is in it or not) for the first two posts of the thread.


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» Aliṅgana State Appearance:

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Mērē pīchē ā'ō ( Follow me )

Once River activated her Alingana state, her wings seem too shatter into a thousand wings around her, the wings will swirl around her and her Atma Vatou. The feathers will cling too her bodice and form dark armor around her entire form. The feathers will also grip at her wand, causing it too extend and become less wand like and more like a battle axe. The crystal of the wand will form into the blade of a massive axe as the weapon elongates.The long battle axe can be released upon her command, it’ll turn into a dark feather. Armor would cover every part of her body, except or the halo like horns atop of her head. One of her knuckles are adorned with spikes, encase of the slight chance she loses her weapon. Her speed is nearly tripled, and her endurance is incredible in this state. Nothing seems too tire her out or drain her. Her armor can be destroyed too reveal more feathers underneath it, but that doesn’t mean she’s invincible in fact, just the opposite; someone has successfully breached her armor, revealing mainly dark feathers over her porcelain skin. The feathers act as a weaker armor, but it simply there as a second layer of defense. The wings can turn into weapons if used with the right technique. The armor can regenerate three times per thread and the regenerative ability works at different speeds:
Helmet: Two posts
Gauntlet: Three posts
Body/ Breast plate: Five posts
Greaves: Three posts
Pauldrons: Two posts
Boots: Two posts



» Aliṅgana State Powers:

Levitation- River has the ability of flight usually, but since her wings are quiet busy with being her armor, River can seemingly “walk” on air. Almost as if the ground below her had been invisible. She often doesn’t even notice when she’s doing it in this form, because [s]fuck the laws of phsyics[/s] she just doesn’t notice the difference.

Acute Sight Most of her moves are in the mist, or around the mist. That being said, River doesn’t see as a normal creature sees in this state. She see’s the pulse of energy around the beings. Trees have different pulses then grass, and humans have different ones then shinigamis. Making it easier for her too find one in her mist, then her too be found.

» Aliṅgana State Abilities:
Isa andhakāra kō āśīrvāda dēnē Bless my darkness

A move that is used once Kala has shifted into an axe, the mist that is in the area will slowly begin too almost suck into the Axe, when she moves too swing, the same illusionary technique used in her mist would affect her blade. It will appear as six blades falling down onto the opponent, only River will know which is the blade and which isn’t, after the attack the axe will release the excess mist, adding it back too her territory. Once the excess mist enters it, the illusions in the mist will become more frequent, even though after each use the mist with lighten up.



Paṅkhōṁ mēṁ bhūtaGhost in the wings

The feathers showing through her armors, made by any attack work as both shield and sword. With this attack a layer of feathers will shoot through the air. The feathers will be as sharp as her own battle axe, and never seem too have a certain destination, the reason both being this is a new technique and she hasn’t even thought of the idea too try too control the feathers. If the feather’s peirce something, and they will only fall out by two ways, River has too pull it out; or eventually it falls out. But it will stay in the flesh for two threads and cause agonizing pain.

[u] Ēka prakāra kā pakṣī Shrike
River moves her axe too her other hand, and even in this form she can hold the great weapon with one hand, and with her right hand; the one with spikes on the knuckles would be her secondary weapon. The axe and her fist seem too make a great pair. Throwing her Axe around with Ease, or swinging it. She has no worry about it disappearing because she stays near it at all time, usually already striking with her fist too defend her blade, even the energy of her fist hitting the ground would send a small shock wave too the area, knocking over weaker beings. She is a true soldier in this state.

Śikāra kē mum̐ha Mouth of Prey
The mist swirls around River, it is typically her escape technique. As the mist swirls at bone crushing forces around her it makes almost a howling sound, it will pick up any debris around, and has the force too pull trees from the ground, and as quick as it happens, it’d disappear causing everything too fall and for her too be gone. Being one of her newest techniques, she doesn’t have much control too where she appears; she even lost a few lives trying too get out of a dangerous situation, only too be put in a horrible situation.

*Not yet obtained*

» Unnata Release Appearance:

» Unnata Release Powers:

» Unnata Release Abilities:

Mērē prakāśa āśīrvāda dē Bless my light
Marasiyā Dirge
Aba saba kucha khatma hō gayā haiEverything is over now
Śikārī kī āṅkhēṁEyes of the predator
Pavitra pāpa Holy Sin
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Racial Skills

• Za Koa Skill: Advanced
  
• Demon Magic: Adept
  
• Shadow Movement: Adept
  
• Akuma Kyōdo: Beginner
  

General Skills

• Durability: Advanced
  
• General Speed: Beginner
  
• Strength: Adept
  
• Weapon Skill: Adept

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» Role Play Sample:



Soft footsteps where heard out side of the great city of Astoria, the sun seemed to be in the middle of the sky, and a small black dog, was running towards it. Kicking dirt behind it. It stopped ten feet from the city, and slowly a woman was were the dog was at, panting heavily. She had her black hair down as it always was. She stared, at the city, and pass it, she saw the floating castle.

She cringed in disgust, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. Her coal eyes shimmered into a light blue, before going back to their onyx. She stayed in that spot for she didn’t know, maybe five minutes. But really to her, it felt like hours. Just staring to her nightmare. What called her back. She didn’t know. Was her flower maiden up? She hoped so, she walked forward into the city.

It was crowded, every one was scurrying along, so pathetically happy with their lives. She didn’t mind humans to be honest, it was nobles she had a knack of revenge for. Well except one, she had fun with. He was one of the greatest hunters on the side of Darcia. Adam. She smirked, he was so fun to mess around with. A challenge, she hadn’t had one of those in a while, to be honest.

When she looked up, she heard a cry in pain, she stopped, and turned her head over the corner, a little girl had been curled up on the ground, with a group of older men around her, kicking her. She felt a lump of coal get stuck in her throat. A punch to the girl, she wanted to shout at them, make them stop. The little girl in tears. Her nostrils flared,and she went to shout at them, but a menacing growl broke through the coal.

The men stopped, and what stood there, was a small black dog, glaring at the men, body perched up, and fur bristled to their highest, giving the generally small wolf, a foot of height. She jumped forward, and in a flash she was human again, bringing her leg up and in an instant down on one of the older men’s head, causing him to go face first.

The other men seemed to blink back what they just saw, as Sythe stood in front of the little girl. She seemed too grab on to sythe’s leg. ”Doggy...thank you” she whispered hugging sythe’s leg, and burrowing her head into her pants. Sythe paused, children did see more things then adults. She smiled, and almost forgot about the up coming danger, coming towards her face. She ducked, avoiding the punch, and grabbing the man’s wrist. He let out a scream in pain.

As he pulled away, and he looked to his group, he screamed again, as he saw the wolf there, running away. His group blinking, and following. She turned to the small child, and crouched over to her. ”My daddy owned them money...” she sniffled softly. She looked down, and hugged the child.

”My Name is Tara and who are you doggy?” ”I am Sythe, and just call me Sythe, not doggy.” she spoke, with a nod of her head. The girl blinked her green eyes, then nodded her head. ”Okay! My mommy is going to be worried sick, can you stay with me until I find her? Sythe blinked... well this wasn’t her way of having fun and looking for her maiden, but you know. She had nothing better to do.

She nodded her head.