Masquerade's Character Chronicle

Disheveled, dusty brown hair goes down to about the middle of his neck and his unkempt bangs often obscure his emerald green eyes. Spectacles grace his face--thin frame and clear lenses. He wears the Royal Knights's standard armor, but it's bright white in color instead of plain silver. Along with his armor, he wears a black cloak about him with a white phoenix emblazoned on it. His trusty sword, Death and Rebirth, is always strapped to his side with no sheathe. Thus, the white blade is always glimmering like moonlight out in the open juxtaposed to a gothic style, jet black hilt.

An enigmatic smirk tends to make it's home upon his face as if he hides something within his soul. His skin is as pale as the ghostly moonlight causing his crimson eyes to stand out as a distinguishable feature. His straight, silver hair is short in the back, but his bangs are fairly long, often obscuring his vision. His slim figure, at about 106 lbs. and 5' 5", is shrouded by a tunic with a hue of gray that completed his color scheme quite well. In a single corner of the tunic, a single yellow crescent moon is emblazoned accompanied by a couple of yellow stars. His silver trousers were light and airy causing ripples in even the slightest breeze. With bare feet, he strides with grace wherever he goes.

Original State

Calm Xantu

Full Release Xantu

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.