[Rainbowfox Ari]

"Congratulations! You're dead!" is the first thing someone hears whenever this Angel of Death swings her scythe. Once a normal angel, she was cast out for the sin of being too original. She wandered the vast cities and towns of Earth without a clue where she was going, until she ran into a handsome young man... and killed him. Well, she WAS an angel. The ultimate expression of love, to her, was being reunited with the Light. Once she figured out that death was permanent, however, she went a little nuts.

The god up above saw this, and sated his sadistic desire for torturing the species he had created, by making this Ex-Angel an Angel of Death. Nothing like the first face you see when dying blowing a party-maker in your face, and giving you a full-frontal. The wings? Yeah, they're just for decoration. She stole the halo off another angel, and kept it because 'It looked pretty'.

But hey! Now she gets to kill things! And send them to the Light, where it's all happy and pretty and sunshiny allllllll day!

[Serra Britt]

"Butterflies are so..." Arrikanez stopped himself. "No, no, I'm supposed to be taking care of them, not eating them..." He sighed. He knew it was for the best, because he did need the money, but he really did wish he could nibble on one of them. They were tasty and made good jewelry if one was careful.

[Star Seeker]

Once a rich, beautiful young girl, Serra started studying magic and sorcery, as many rich nobles did. However, she became intrigued by dark magic. She secretly started to study the art of black magic until it consumed her completely. She abandoned her old life of faking smiles to be polite and now runs rampant summoning shadows and voluntarily corrupting her very soul.

[Jurinjo]

The chillingly beautiful Ice Demon from the Northern Forest has left her violent past behind...mostly. Her home forest was destroyed as she fled, wounded, and completely powerless to save it. Her home is now in a secluded Valley once home to dwarves. There she tends to the young forest she has miraculously has created in a once barren land. She defends her forest viciously. The first shot of her arrow being the only sign of mercy before she kills the intruders should they not turn back immediately.

[Fluttershy]

It seemed to be a normal andriod. But they were wrong. Oh so wrong. It's one eye glowed red with a sly grin on it's face. The small stick it was at once holding turned into a large, black and red staff. A demonic halo slowly appeared over it's body.

[Red Calypso]

The young sorcerer wanders the land, seeking out the remnants of evil and battling them with his mystic spear and smoke. If disarmed, he resorts to his last defense, the claws he was granted by the goddess he serves. He is undefeated so far, though he bears the scars of his encounters. How long can his winning streak last?

[Kiddiss]

Thrust onto to sand dune planet, the warrior is charged with finding the lost Jewel of the Ancients.
This is her final rite of passage before she can begin her training to become the leader of her people.
She sets out against the harsh winds and endless days of the hot desert. She must find water and food on her own. Her only companions are the Souls of her Ancestors, on whom she relies to lead her to her destiny.
Her people will return to this Planet of the Forsaken in 5 solar days. However, time cannot be measured by Calypso as she walks the surface of the planet, for there is no night to divide the days.
Will she find the Jewel of the Ancients? Or will thirst and hunger destroy her before she even sees the precious heirloom?

[Espy]

The cat-that-dreamed-too-much soon dreamed its way into magic and sorcery, where its curiosity got the better of it. Her master's bubbling potions and amulets were too much of a temptation to pass up, and with its strange ability to read, it cast a transfiguration spell on itself and set off to explore the world outside the wizard's cottage.

Unfortunately in order to maintain her form, kept up by a steady flow of energy, she needed to form a pact with a benign lesser demon, whose darker side has sparked a fondness for blood magic in the young feline-turned-human.

[Spy]

The assassin roamed the darkened alleyways as he searched for his next job- a rogue spy. Espy crept along with stealth, his swords drawn as to avoid the clinking of metal.

A clock tower chimed in the distance, he hastened his pace. The sun would rise in a few hours, he couldn't finish his work in the light of day..He might get caught. Espy smirked from beneath his mask, Him? Getting caught? Not on his life. No- not on his job. His job always came first. If he died, that was one thing; but if he was thrown into prison..Now that would be hell.

[Fauxreal]

This confused demon didn't know what he was doing. Helping old people across the street. Walking his neighbors dog. Donating money to Give Kids the World and donating time to volunteer in the library. Soon ~ his head started glowing and he noticed small white bumps on his back. With every good deed his head glowed brighter and the bumps on his back grew bigger. Those bumps started sprouting feathers. The glow started taking a roundish shape.

His demon.ness was turning into angel.ness!

[Rinni]

In slumber she laid in the lab, the rust and decay around her leaving her untouched. It seemed time itself had no need to mar the sleeping android, letting her be as the building around her deteriorated over the years. Unaware of her surroundings, she slept peacefully, waiting for the time that mankind would return to the surface once more to awaken her.

[Rainbowfox Ari]

This wasn't the right party. She was supposed to be attending the Hallow's Eve party in the next room, and instead had walked in on a dark-magic gathering of no less than 30 people, all staring at her like she was completely off her rocker. Regardless, she still blew the noisemaker happily, and jumped about in the air, waving her arms wildly, and screaming "Happy Halloween!" - Unfortunately, the black-magic guys really didn't take well to that action, and started chasing her.

Although it wasn't exactly child's play to jump out the window and run down the fire-escape at full tilt, she managed, hitting the concrete with an audible thud as she jumped the last couple of feet to the ground. Seems as though the boots were coming in handy after all. She checked to make sure nothing indecent was showing, and looked up - finding the black-magic practitioners still hot on her tail. So said tail HIGHtailed it out of the alley, and toward a nearby seller's stall, where she snagged a pretty scarf [Ooo! Shiny!] while the owner wasn't looking, and wrapped it around her shoulders. The silk didn't seem to match the rest of her outfit, but at this point, she didn't care. She was running for her life. Those black-magic guys could get SO pushy!

[Rinni]

The haunting melody wafted through the air, the song the only thing left with him here except -them-. Butterflies. The spirits of the fallen. All that was left in this desolate wasteland of a world. The fires of war had razed both city and countryside alike, leaving nothing but the black, ash-like sand in its wake. He was the only one left, the only one who could salvage from the ruins of his world.

His eyes closed as his song grew louder and louder, filling the void of silence that encompassed him. The butterflies, red and ethereal, gathered, drawn by it's call. The black sea of sand was soon flooded with fluttering red, the song growing even louder still, the words of old weaving their power. He was nervous, but... this was the only way.

The last syllable fell from his lips, signalling the end. One, by one, by each single one, the butterflies flickered and faded, disappearing. A sad smile crossed his lips as the last one disappeared, eyes drifting shut as he felt himself begin to do the same. He felt warm and at ease....and then he was gone.

[Gallagher]

Party? What party? Why did everyone always ask that? It's like they'd never seen someone with an oral fixation before. Or. Uh. For the kids! Of course. After all, wasn't that her job, to entertain the kids? Tricks and magic, sparks and confetti, it was all part of the job. She loved it. She loved everything about it. The laughs, the colors, the games, the snacks. The money wasn't half bad, either. Best of all, for just a couple of hours every now and then, she could feel like she was still innocent, too. It was the best job she could ask for.

[Rinni]

The scene replayed itself over and over in his head, blood and viscera splatters painting a rather gruesome picture. They'd taken away the one person he loved, more than anything. They'd laughed at his pain, his horror, his anguish.... His emotions had run strong enough that they'd burnt themselves out. He was empty, save for one emotion: revenge.

And revenge he would have. He'd see them all pay, each and every one of them. With this in mind, he headed off, leaving his broken past behind him as he headed off to an unsure future.

[Echo-chan713]

A mothering caregiver from the heavens taking care of an abandoned phoenix that was left to live on their own.