• Height: 5'3"
  
• Weight: 130lbs
  
• Skin: Caucasian
  
• Eye color: Blue
  
• Hair: Black, mid-length
  
• Body: Slender
  
• Scars: Long, thin one on left side of jaw

• Shikai: Proditorious
  [a seven foot scythe, can increase her strength and speed in attacks, can produce an impenetrable barrier around Shauna which stores energy from the attacks that hit it, then fires a blast equal to those attacks]
  
• Bankai: Unknown

• Height: 5'10"
  
• Weight: 165lbs
  
• Skin: Caucasian
  
• Eye color: Brown
  
• Hair: Blonde
  
• Body: Muscular
  
• Scars:

• Shikai: Vega Tarmos
  [An energy and kidou based sword]
  
• Bankai: Unknown

• Height: 5'5"
  
• Weight: 112 lbs
  
• Skin: Tanned, visible tan lines
  
• Eye color: Blue
  
• Hair: Blonde, short
  
• Body: Thin and athletic
  
• Scars: One on her right knee

• Shikai: Tetsu-ko
  [a scimitar that absorbs the energy of an opponent]
  
• Bankai: Unknown

• Height: 5'6"
  
• Weight: 140 lbs
  
• Skin: Pale, never seems to tan but also never burns
  
• Eye color: Green
  
• Hair: Light Brown
  
• Body: Naturally slim, lightly muscled
  
• Scars: None

• Shikai: Aestuo Flamma
  
• Bankai:
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  Aestuo Flamma Coniecto

• Height: 6'3"
  
• Weight: 185 lbs
  
• Skin: Lightly tanned
  
• Eye color: Hazel (changes to red because of inheritence from Grandmother)
  
• Hair: Reddish-brown, army-cut
  
• Body: Lightly muscled
  
• Scars: One from his left eye down to his right leg

• Shikai: Felinara
  [A sword that uses fire and feline energy simutlaneously - burns and can sometimes poison when transferred into the claws of any feline]
  
• Bankai: Unknown

• Height: 6'5"
  
• Weight: 150 lbs
  
• Skin: Light tan, not quite white
  
• Eye color: Emerald green or sapphire blue (often times his eyes are a blue green color). When he is not himself they are a dazzling blue (sort of like when he is doing things he knows he should not, looking forwards to something happening, or hunting)
  
• Hair: Blonde, short cropped just below the ears, almost like a shaggy dog sort of cut
  
• Body: Muscular, tight abs, but not bulky, almost like a clash between a basketball player and a wrestler
  
• Scars: Back of his neck there is a line going from just below his neck on the left to behind his right ear. There is another across his torso from his left hip to his right shoulder

• Shikai: Ingannevole Malizioso Bugiardo
  [Average staff sort of sword that blends to be a metal rod slightly taller than himself]
  The main power of this sword is its ability to bewitch the opponent increasing the level of paranoia (though the true effects vary from person to person). This power also allows him to place upon the person his own fears, though this he has learned to control and give in small doses. Most people that are afraid of as much as he is go mad. However this is the controlled piece of his sword that he has a grip on.
  Often when his sword is called it takes a few extra moments to realize it has been released as when it does so Alex’s fear that it isn’t really there projects about it, giving that image and feeling to those nearby. Though it is very brief and if the sword is called for more than a few moments that ‘illusion’ falls apart, though it seems that when that image goes away is when his sword is called.
  The power of the sword and its effects are based upon the opponent or target rather than Alex’s own ability to push it. This is the idea that the effects are as extreme as the fear that the opponent has, not at the moment but in general.
  However, the effectiveness of the attack is on how comfortable the opponent is when attacked, if they feel they have the upper hand it does much more damage than if they are less certain.
  
• Bankai: Unknown

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• Shikai: Unknown (Do not list unless your character is already trained in the Dragon Knight arts)
  
• Bankai: Unknown (Do not list unless your character is already trained in the Dragon Knight arts and has mastered them)

Felina

 

Vuukkie watched Anatolius, who seemed to have disappeared into his own world for a few seconds before returning to reality. He sighed as he thought. There was nothing for him to do - absolutely nothing until Kyle returned with Shauna and May; whenever that was. But, he was certain that this period of nothingness could not last very long. After all, the rescuer must have angered the Arrancar quite a bit by now -especially if he had been successful.

That simply meant that the fourth seat's original idea of calling a little meeting or a regrouping seemed to be the best way to go. Returning from his winded thoughts, he smiled as he replied to Anatolius, shrugging. "Well, as far as I can see, we better regroup, at least that way we can try find something to do together. So, I suppose we should meet up at the place where we introduced ourselves."

He had guessed that he wasn't the only one who would go insane through idleness. Not waiting for a reply from the other knight, he ran off - his new found motivation bypassing his pain. As he ran, his smile increased, it was simply because he had not actually run in some time now. Most of his running had been a chore and not something he enjoyed. Now, he had the wind slapping his face, something he oddly enjoyed. The few seconds of near-flight escalated his happiness. It was in this way that he reached Alex, someone who would normally damped Vuukkie's spirits; but not at this time. He spoke, his strange emotions clear in his voice. For the time being his loss of friend had been forgotten, letting him free himself from self-pity and pain. "We're having a sort of regrouping at the place where we usually meet. The place where we did introductions before you came. 'Cause everyone seems to be lost - there's nothing to do; yet, but we thought we may as well plan for the inevitable future."

SilentOwl08

 

Kyle took the offered hand, but did it more to keep up appearances than to bring himself to his feet. With the energy from Anatolius the last bits of his wounds had sealed up, and he was feeling quite a bit better. He picked himself up with his own strength, and said "Thanks kid."

Once he was on his feet, Kyle brought his left arm up to pull back the hood hiding his face. Since it had covered his face from sight before, this would be the first time anyone actually saw what he looked like. As the hood fell down it revealed Kyle's blond hair. It fell down to his ears, and looked a bit chaotic. His face was crisscrossed with scars, and a small black eye patch covered his right eye.

His skin was lightly tanned, and his left eye shown with a blue radiance. His mouth was turned downward in a frown, and his face seemed slightly regretful. Kyle turned away from Anatolius, and a few seconds later said "I couldn't get them back. Alois was too much for me to handle alone."

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Alois blinked when Ariene vanished from sight, and was about to turn around to search for her when a scent reached his nose. His eyes widened slightly as he recognized it as he also realized that something sharp was poking into the back of his neck. These two things processed through his head in an instant before he made his move. In a flash of sonido so fast that he doubted anyone would be able to follow, he moved from the spot he was standing to another spot about seven feet away.

However, he hadn't just moved away from his location. In those few brief seconds Alois had utilized one of his new experiments. He had taken a small black object out of his pocket, and channeled a small amount of spirit energy into it. He tossed it as he jumped away, and in an instant the small circular object had expanded into an exact replica of himself.

The replica was a simple copy of his physical structure, but would not remain that way for long. As it only had a small amount of spirit energy fueling it, the copy could only retain its' form for about ten seconds. This was fine though, as Alois only needed it to be there for a second.

Since the copy had the same physical structure as Alois it would react as Cecania wanted, but unlike the real thing it couldn't absorb the energy that was in the air, which would have given the real thing a defense against it. The replica stood there for a moment, seemingly listening to Ariene, when the effects of Cecania's attack took effect. The replica seemed to wheeze for a second, and then its's head literally burst apart.

the head burst apart, but instead of anything messy the only thing being scattered was bit of what appeared to be black paper. The destruction of the body had reverted the material back to its' original form. In an instant, the body collapsed in on its' self, leaving a small pile of black scraps in front of Ariene.

Alois sighed and said "Ariene, point taken. Cecania, I hate it when you make messes. Now, if we can all agree to play nice maybe we can put the introductions behind us and get along with what brought our darling D Knight here."

SEMJ

 

Cecania looked at Alopis innocently and then hopped over to where Alois stood."You enjoy my messes. Lying is bad for you." she said as she looked over at the new Dragon knight.

I doubt she will be lasting long. Cecania thought. The scent of lilacs filled the air and she inhaled through her nose and nodded her head in approval. "I see you learned the lesson after that last one." she giggled.

The time before she had used the attack he had used a different replica of himself, unfortunately he had spent much more time actually putting it together that in the two minutes it took her to destroy it beyond repair. She moved her head about on her shoulders before looking over at Ariene.

"Getting along iwth what?" she asked. "Her purpose seems much less dignified than why any of us are here." She stated moving to remain standing two feet away from Alois.

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Alex shuttered as his eyes were closed. The space around him grew heavier and heavier as his spiritual energy began to slip out of his focus. His eyes reopened with a snap and the energy that had been slipping was locked back down.

He stretched his arms over his head and stood up onto the table and hopped off. His eyes scanned the library a moment before he tucked the book into between his hip and tied robes securing it there making it unnoticeable. Alex then shifted his focus to moving about the library and scanning the titles and covers as if looking for something important.

His movements were fast as his path was almost a flash, though he wasn't goign to go that fast for fear of ruining the material for a second time since he arrived, but he was in a flurry to find whatever it was he was looking for.

Potter5

 

Anatolius gave him a nod, letting his hand drop to his side once Kyle was up. Anatolius didn't give Kyle's face a second glance, as was probably expected. He knew that he was a fighter and you only learned by losing and by losing you got hurt. He had enough scars that he kept covered to know that. The difference between the two was that Anatolius covered his scars up, Kyle showed them.

He could tell that this wasn't a topic Kyle wanted to talk about and he couldn't blame him. We have to get them back. Anatolius said after a moment of silence. Once the team gets back together, whenever that would be, would you be willing to take a few of us to go back there? You seem to be the only one who can get us to and from where they are. He didn't comment about Alois. He knew how to fight him, just could not get what he needed to do it. He had to get rid of the mental block and fight him on even ground. He could beat him, but he mentally wasn't ready for it.

skysurfer13

 

Jaret stayed on the wall by the door, blue eyes glancing back and forth between the two speakers as they both seemed to have a good time pretending that they were stronger than they were. Oh, the posturing. Makes me sick, Oberon commented cheerfully, and there was the sound out a loud, annoyed breath - a sigh. Really, some people just can't recognize their limits. What good are you in a fight if you can barely stand up under your own power? You ought to knock them both out and just go; it'd be doing them a mercy. Jaret shook his head. He knew that the other personality had a good point, although more in the case of one than the other. But he also knew that interfering in these people's lives and fights, however stupid and brainless they might be, wasn't his place. At the moment, he was an oberver and, as such, was pretty much bound by a policy of non-interference.

It's not my job, Jaret replied, sounding almost regretful. He shifted his shoulders slightly, allowing his bag to drop to the floor with a dull thump. There was no fear of the things inside blowing someone's leg up - at least not yet - since all the parts that could do so were safely contained and seperated. Maybe not your [color]job, but your obligation? Morally?[/color] Again, he shook his head. I think you've a lot to learn about my morals. If they want to dash off and get themselves killed, that's their problem, not mine. There was a brief beat before Oberon spoke agaim, this time his voice sly. What if it was Ariene, dashing off to get herself killed? Would act then? Against her wishes and against your obligations and your job?

Jaret pressed his lips together until they formed a single thin, white line. If you're going to turn this into a fight, he returned pointedly, please keep your punches above the belt. Folding his arms, he moved his pack closer to the wall with a heel and let out a long, slow breath. If these two were done pretending to be stronger than they really were and comparing scars that really meant very little, perhaps they would get moving; if they continued to forget him, maybe he would have the chance to simply walk off and see if he could track down his sister himself, since it seemed that people around here weren't exactly forthcoming with information on innoculous points.

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Ariene rolled her eyes, arms folded. Oh look, more bantering. Didn't these Arrancar have anything better to do with themselves? If they spend their days alternating between swooping down on the D Knights and trading worthless words, she might as well just fall on her own sword and get it over with. Better than wasting her time around here, anyway. Although eating live snakes might also be better than standing pointlessly around this castle.

Ariene had a reply to Cecania's comment on thte tip of her tongue, but swallowed it after a moment's thought; she would rather seem like a brainless idiot and suprise them when the time was right than participate in this butchering of time. If the midget Arrancar thought that you had to be dignified to have a point, then she'd obviously never read anything about history. Battles weren't dignified. They were bloody and dirty and anything but dignified. You lost all your dignity when you died on a battlefield, covered in your own blood and the blood of others, crying and screaming for someone to save you. Dignity won you nothing.

Raising one eyebrow, Ariene glanced at Alois. Maybe he would do something to break this boredom. He certainly had the capacity. In any case, she'd originally seen someone who could break both your arms with his mind; now he was someone who had to use one hand to break your arm. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing or bad, but it was certainly a change in her estimation of him.