HFCP charries

Name: Vieo Stitching

Age: Looks about 19-21

Race:He can either be called human as he was at one point in time or the undead as he is no longer living.

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Though he is dead he looks relatively normal. He has brown hair that often falls in front of his face. Something that would make him look boyish if it wasn't for the fact that he always has a serious expression on his face. His eyes are a hard green but not as devoid of emotion as the rest of his face. He can be charming if he wants to but rarely ever is as he finds in pointless to try and swoon women.

Vieo is dead so he also has some down sides. He is ice cold as he is always room temperature and some find it unpleasant to touch him. Though rarely any one does any way. He has stitching across both his shoulders and his wrists. Usually wearing a muscle shirt it covers the stitching on his shoulders and he wears bracelets to cover his wrists. Mostly clad in all black including his black pants it covers the stitching on his upper legs knees and ankles. The worst stitching is the huge 'X' on his chest though. His breathing isn't normal because he can't stop it. The clockwork making the rising and falling of his chest for him. If listening to his heart you would find a soft ticking in it's place. His boyish charm can't cover the fact that he is like a bad horror film.

Personality: Vieo has a bit of a dead humor. Often joking around about him being dead. He doesn't mind talking about being dead but he hates the feeling of being dead. As a result he has aphephobia, the fear of being touched. He can be a caring kind guy if a bit detached. Though he does enjoy helping others. Most of the time though he wants to learn more then talk to someone. Often abandoning people for books instead. this sometimes make him seem like a cold character thinking of no one else. Vieo is not completely dead though and has a heart, at least metaphorically, and can be a good friend.

History: Clock-work sat looking out at his domain. He was powerful so powerful. Though he wasn't happy. His creation born of clockwork as incomplete. Trailing his hand over the railing as he walked down the stairs. What he needed was a body. Fresh to begin his idea once more. Exiting his home he walked quietly down the road. Absorbed in his thoughts. Would he have to go grave digging? It seemed a bit medieocre to him so his thoughts turned darker. Killing someone. Taking the life to create his purpose. It was so perfect a small chuckle escaped him. He wanted to do it now while he could and it was fresh in his mind. With a wave of his hand his other minions gathered. All failed and how he hated his failures. They were monstrosities. Not worthy to look upon his face.
"Kill, get me the body. Do it now," Clock-work barked out his orders and they scurried away to do his bidding. Scurried like an insect how he hated that scuttling noise. Grating on his perfect ears and setting his teeth on edge.
He didn't have a long wait. They may hate them but they were efficient. He was badly broken something he could deal with of course. A young man he had seen around. A perfect specimen as he was handsome already. The man was breathing still. Pain evident in every gasping breath.
"Carry him up," He never said please he never said thank you he just ordered them. They did as he bid, carring him in to his home. Clock-work let out a snarl as the grating scuttling assaulted his ears again before following after them. They had set him on the table. He wasn't going to have blood every where.
Even with his determination for a fresh body he wasn't going to kill the lad. Instead he sat in a chair that didn't seem fit to be watching a death as it was coushioned and he had a foot stool. Pulling out a book he sunk in to the chair. He listened to the ragged breathing and the gasps of pain as so so slowly the man began to die. Perhaps a horrible thing to listen to and at some points hear the drip of his blood as it dripped on to the floor. It took a few days for the man to die. He must have really wanted to live. For what Clock-work didn't care to know.
After he was dead and his breath came out no more Clock-work began his work. Creating the perfect clockwork man. When he was finished his skin was imperfect so he had a healer come. Paying her to be quiet and threatening death if she wasn't to heal his imperfections. Though he left a few places stitched so he could repair him if the need aroused.
Setting the man to life once more he stitched the large 'X' shut and let him sit up, "Do you know who you are?" He understood as he shook his head, "Your name is now Vieo. Vieo stitching." Clock-work didn't care for fancy names, "I created you."
"Created me?" He asked looking around in wonder. He functioned like a human and it made him glad he had killed the man or at least done the waiting time.
"Yes, I will teach you to be human and I want you to go in to the world and become as human as you can. Your dead made of clockwork by me. Your master Clock-work," He was smiling and clapped his hands together as Vieo got up off the table.
Things went well and soon Vieo was turned out. Though it didn't seem to work. Being human was something he tried hard at to do. Though after some personal tragedy he grew in to a depression. A fit of despair so dark he couldn't find any light. A Queen found him as it seemed his old master had built more trying to create an army but only creating abominations of nature. She took him in and built him back up. Vieo became Vieo again and disappeared behind his books.

Skills: Super strength and agility. He can also fix just about anything.

Name: Sora Azzurro

Age: Unknown

Race: Anthro

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Personality: She is very kind and fair. Walking on all of her paws she shows respect to her people instead. Though she is powerfully magical she rarely ever uses it unless it is to help some one.

History: There were many before Sora the first being was a male who thought highly of him self. He was the first to plant the idea that they could rule over the rest because of there powerful connection with nature. Ber was his name and he was part bear. Though many believe he was the great leader he was much more bear then man and could not rule the land well. He died under mysterious consequences and a Kitsune began it's rule. Not the kindest of rulers but she took the land and made it organized. Better the Ber had ever done. The kitsune stepped down and Sora's great grandmother rose to lead. She was a decisive woman and began to set rules.

Perhaps with a little edging by the Kitsune she established a royal blood line of a sort. Passing on leadership when the time came and who was chosen lead. Her father ruled next and he was a good king but not a good father. Though the death of his wife when giving Sora birth shook him, he wanted her to be the next great ruler. He raised her to know everything and even as a child was often dressed up and placed in the middle of courts though she never had a right to make decisions.

She grew up learning to be a leader but she had a kind heart and took pity on many things her father didn't agree with. There was no choice when her father died suddenly and she took her place. She rules with a good heart and is loved instead of feared by her people. Though some would question her about her decisions she stands by them and will do nothing different.

Skills: Dark magic, multiple languages, and casting.

Name: Rowan Asperion

Age: 0 Born full grown.

Race: Human (sort of)

Gender: Male

Appearance: Once an apple tree he has strong limbs and tan skin. His hair is an earthy red with brown in it and his eyes are the color of rich soil. In other words a very dark rich brown. He has long limbs so most clothes don't fit him so he usualy wears a mismatch of different clothes.

Personality: He's a care free character. More concerned with nature then human beings. Rowan hates fire. He may not be very afraid of it but he hates it. (I'll be messing with him a bit hehe.)

History: He used to be a great big apple tree at the height of his growth. When a magic user came and changed him in to a man. Giving him 'magical' knowledge of the new world he was forced in to. For a few days he has been fending for himself. Meeting the man in his dreams so that he has some kind of guidance.

Skills: He's quite stronge and a bit more in tune with nature but other then that he doesn't have much else as skills.

Name: Detalin Requalica

Age: 20

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Appearance:
She always has a backpack that she carries with her with an assortment of different stuffed animals though the most noted of these is the teddy bear she carries in her hands.

Personality: She acts almost like a five year old as she often talks to her stuffed animals. Though she can be very cocky at times she is very kind and sweet. Though she does do everything she can to protect her self and survive the harsh conditions that she lives in.

History: When she was young only five years old her family was attacked. She had grown up in a small village as a naturally skinny child. Always slight but loved by her two parents. They were not rich nor did they live comfortably but they tried hard to take care of her any way. A series of murders rose up in there village. They were looked at as the people had been torn apart. The mother had the power of voodooism and they believed that Detalin had killed them as her powers had gotten out of control.

The crimes escalated until the mayor was killed and in there terrified panic they burnt the house to the ground. Killing both her parents though Detalin did get away. She had been hidden in a cupboard with none other then Boo-boo. After the fire had raged she fled searching for her parents.

The people found her first and chased her out of the village calling her a 'demon' as it seemed another murder had happened that night and now they were convinced that she was truly a demon in disguise. So she ran away and her powers awoke protectively cause Boo to be alive.

Ever sense she has lived in and on the edges of Alasantres. Creating more stuffed animals and living off of what she could find for 15 years with the help of her voodoo skills.

Skills: Dark Power