Monkandswordman

          Sweat. The entire training room, located at the subterranean entrance to the arena, reeked of it. A normal person might have been bothered by it. But to the warrior standing in the training room, the smell had little effect on the thoughts running through his head. The warrior, a blonde-haired, tan teen sighed as he planned the upcoming battle. The signal for the battle to begin had not yet come, leaving the warrior restless.          He was certainly a different warrior then most of the crowd expected, he knew. For starters, he wore as little armor as he could and he wielded no weaponry other then his fists. In an age where sword

Mask Darthart - Race - Incubus Gender - Male Age: Unknown. Due to his being an incubus, it's hard to tell his exact age but estimates place it somewhere around 250 years, very young for an incubus. Physically, he appears to be no older then 18-19 years old. Appearance: He can take the appearance of a person's lover, so his appearance can be hard to tell. However, he resembles himself most of the time, so we'll describe him anyway. He's slightly muscular, thin but not anorexic, and of average height. He has tan skin most of the time. Unusual for a succubus, he has brown hair, whereas most incubi have blonde, silver or black hair. The typic

 “Welcome to Kitsune Woods.” The human teen shifted uncomfortably as he watched the guard stand in front of him. “Ah…thanks…” He nodded, quietly changing position. “You must be the Phoenix Bearer. It’s surprising that such a majestic creature chose such a…weak host.” The guard smirked as he leaned on his lance. Skye had to grit his teeth to keep from responding. It was true that, to the kitsunes and most of the other species of Narviosa, humans were weaker in both physique and intelligence.  But, their attitudes were driving the traveler to his limit. He was lucky that the phoenix spirit ha