Name: James Scythe
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Supernatural Type: In terms of supernatural ability James got the short end of the stick. He only has a sword that is magically bound to only be in his possession, like, it's just a sword that has cool runes on it as far as he knows. At least he can pull it back if he throws it. So that's nice. Oh, and to top things off, he's pretty much the black sheep of the family because he doesn't have the family's symbol, a scythe of course, as his weapon. It's not all bad though, his father fully supported him learning to use his weapon being the liberal sort he is, and kept the rest of the family from being to bad to him since he's the head of the family.
Description: Sword: This long-sword has obviously not be well taken care of. (well, it's actually a projection of the wielder's pride in it and their happiness. But James doesn't know that.) It's covered in nicks and scratches, the blade looks dull, and to top it off, it could really use a good polishing. Under all that, the blade's metal is a dark golden color, with a guard that strongly resembles a crescent moon, bent back over the wielder's hand. Its grip is of a black wood.
James: This aloof gentleman has large blue eyes that are like two turquoises. His thick, curly, medium-length hair is the color of burnished iron, and is worn in an attractive style. He is very tall and has a broad-shouldered build.. His skin is cream-colored. He has prominent cheekbones. His wardrobe is artistic and tight, with a completely blue and black color scheme.
Agility: +1
Strength: +2
Intelligence: +1
Charisma: +0
Powers: +1
Name: David
Sex: Male.
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Supernatural Type: Necromancer, Not that he meant to become one. He was previously a cleric and his god was like, 'Hey Dave. This whole healing thing isn't the most useful thing you can do. Maybe you should try applying the healing skill to necromancy. Unless you don't get permission from the person's god or the person themselves. That'd be fucked up man.' And David was like, 'I don't know man, that seems kind of fucked up. I mean, doesn't it do freaky stuff to people's souls?' and his god was like, 'Nah man, that was something us deathy gods made up so people wouldn't dick around with it to try and beat us.' And David shrugged and went to go get a cloak with cowl.
Description: This gentleman puts you in mind of a regal ruler. He has slitted brown eyes that are like two patches of dried blood. His silky, straight, chocolate-colored hair is worn in a style that reminds you of an animal's ears. He is very tall and has a slender build. His skin is chocolate-brown. He has stubby-fingered hands. His wardrobe is utilitarian, with a lot of blue and white.
He's followed around by what seems to be a normal Irish Wolf Hound if it wasn't for the dead look in it's eyes and the silence when it breaths. It's still as smart as a normal dog since David brought it back within seconds of it dying. A miracle of healing and Necromancy according to everyone with experience in both. And a horrifying abomination to everyone else.
"Ow, why do you have to hit me!"
