Masquerade's Character Chronicle

Fair skin, a bit darker than the hue of snow, but not by much, is often covered by stylish clothing: a button-up, white dress shirt with a thin, black vest over it worn in conjunction with a short black skirt that goes down to mid-thigh, all of which complement her slim figure and slightly underdeveloped breasts. Long dark hair flows down to the middle of her back while a few plaits end up cascading to the side a bit. Her warm, hazel eyes are calculating and always looking for the best solution towards a peaceful end. The black dress shoes on her feet must be constantly cleaned, for they often get covered in mud. It is a miracle that her white socks actually remain white. One could only help but wonder her secret.

The one with the scythe.

Basically, you take the skeleton of your basic wolf. Then, take some globs of flesh and cartilage and what have you and stick them on here and there. Boom. There ya go.

A lively and energetic boy, he stands at about 5' 5" and weighs very little at about 110 lbs. His figure is slim and he has undergone training to keep it that way, for a lighter body makes it easier for the wind to use. He wears tan clothing that is way too big for him: a long shirt that goes down to his knees and billowly pants that flutter in the breeze. Upon his feet, he wears plain sandals. His hair is nearly jet black and is often messed up due to his frequent interactions with wind, though when he has things under control, it is neatly combed to the front and to the right so that his hair often obscures his right eye which has less viewing capabilities than his left one. In contrast to his black hair, his eyes are of a more vibrant green that really stand out against such a dark backdrop. His skin has been quite tanned from training out in the sun day after day.

The solemn form of an unconscious Trinity Heart floats in midair in a fetal position surrounded by a translucent sphere of glass that is round at the top but narrows near the bottom. It resembles something like a torso. Two arms of the translucent glass hover off to the side of the main body, each wielding an overgrown keyblade. Floating just beneath the main body is what appears to be the bottom half of a coat. It curls around slightly where legs would be if it had any. The magnificent wings of an angel sprout out from behind, a glorious ribbon of gold wound round them, a secret phrase in an unknown language written upon it. The head is also a glass sphere with two glowing orbs of eyes and no other notable features.

A rather short girl for her age, Aronia typically garbs herself in gothic and lolita dresses, all black or purple. Her hair is a very light, almost faded brown, and her eyes are a light violet in color as she requested of Albere. Her pale skin is a result of staying cramped in the lab for her most recent years and staying at home for her years before that. A silver ring rests gently on her right ring finger with intricate designs on it, waves and curls and stars. She dearly loves her stockings and nice black dress shoes. She is never caught wearing dirty clothes or footwear.

Caring not for appearances, the young man's thick, dark brown hair is usually a mess, but somehow, it just works for him. Blue-green eyes rest under his long bangs, and dark circles from countless sleepless nights can be seen. His skin is actually lightly tanned from primarily performing field research and travelling instead of being pale like most would expect. He trundles around in a plain dark blue t-shirt and pajama pants of the same color. It's best not to ask. He knows how to accessorize like a mage with several necklaces and four rings upon his fingers. When it's cold, he wears a black coat to stay warm.

Long, flowing pink hair stands out against the aquamarine backdrop that is her finely tailored dress. With white stockings and nice polished aquamarine heels, she is the epitome of nobility. She carries a saber at her side and always her shield on hand to protect her as she travels along. Her green eyes seem to sparkle with a light that only a naive youth can possess, the constant smile upon her face furthering this assumption despite the dangers that await around every corner.

Standing out in a crowd with his green hair, in the forest, it makes him hard to be seen, though his orange cowboy-style hat usually gives him away. His outfit is a vibrant orange mostly: long orange pants, brown hunting boots, hard brown leather armor with an orange vest over top of it. His honey-colored eyes are as disarming as his brilliant smile, though his hunting knife at his side and his bow and quiver of arrows on his back should be more prominent if you're at the wrong end of them. He's fairly tall and agile and extremely hard to hit.

A burly man in heavy armor at all times, his long, lustrous black hair is usually hidden in his helm. His facial features are rough, a scar here and there, but his startling olive green eyes are edgy and seem full of vitality at all times. When not in his armor, he sticks to wearing a black tanktop over his muscular torso and brown pants, nothing special. Whether on duty or not, he always has his trusty anzor on him, a unique weapon that happens to be a cross between a greatsword and a lance, having a sharp edge for cutting, a blunt edge for bashing and a pointy tip for piercing.

A man who has seen many battles, his brutish body is covered in scars. His armor is hardly ever in 'pristine' condition, containing remaining blood and dents and nicks from previous battles. His eagle-like eyes are hazel in color and his dark hair stops at about the middle of his neck. His bangs are nice and trimmed, not obscuring those sharp eyes, and the rest of his hair is combed back. He usually wears a helmet when on patrol or when in a really heated battle anyway. His armor is golden in color, and elegant golden wings of a bird sprout from the back of his mail, constructed out of a rare cloth, it is a sign of honor, and also, in this case, is a present from the emperor himself. The sword he always uses is gold as well, with a silver blade with images of a dragons carved lightly into it. When drawing his sword, he always uses the sheathe as a weapon as well.

Surrounded by a red aura, his hair itself, once as black as a raven's feathers, now is tinged with the reddish taint of Malice which can also be seen in his once hazel eyes. His gaze is vacant, and an eternal grimace plagues his handsome visage. He bothers not with his appearance anymore, and leaves his messy hair in shambles. His expensive clothing is in tatters beneath black armor rumored to be made from earth upon which the God of Death had stepped upon. He wields two blades: one composed of a white metal used to slay angels while the other is made of bloodstained obsidian which possesses the ability to cut down demons with ease.

Completely overtaken by Malice, the once great king has now become somewhat of a monster, sprouting half the body of a horse from out of his lower back along with two membranous wings higher up, dark red in color. Two crimson horns now push through his messy hair to reveal themselves, the points sharp. His size has increased overall, and the Malice has altered his weapons making them larger and more powerful as well. Otherwise, he retained all of the rest of the characteristics of his human form.

A rather tall woman with amazing stature and a blazing aura of protectiveness. Her hair is silver and she likes to keep it tied back in a ponytail, leaving some silvery strands behind; a sloppy job, but one that many people have taken a liking to. It fits her. Her blue eyes are filled with energy and life; they are sharp and piercing when she becomes wary. She wears skin tight grey shorts that go down to about her mid-thigh and her top only covers her breasts and part of her torso, along with having long sleeves to cover her arms. It, too, is grey in color, but of a lighter hue than her shorts, closer to silver. She wears sandals, silver in color, along with matching earrings. A black tattoo is revealed on her completely exposed back of angellic wings with a crescent moon above them.

Violet eyes devoid of life and black hair that cascades down her back, this girl stands tall, her stature perfect. An eternal frown shows upon her face. Her nails are trimmed and painted with light violet nail polish, and she wears a long black dress that goes down to her ankles, one that is on the rather elegant side that could be related to an evening gown. Black heels rest upon her feet, and in her hand is her violin made of a lustrous wood, whilst in her other hand she wields her bow.

Hovering in the air, this man exudes great power. He wears a long, silver garment with ancient runes inscribed upon it. In his hands, between fingers, he has 6 blades, 3 for each hands. At either side of him are 5 blades leading upwards in an arc resembling wings in a way. He has long, flowing silver hair and dull, listless gray eyes that possess a sort of hatred hidden away. He tends to go barefoot since he hovers anyway, and his time upon the earth is fated to be short.

What? Did you expect to see a gruesome picture of a dead cat here? No, no, no. That's just sick. You're a sick, twisted phoque.