Name: Bella Ukraine
Species: Hedgehog-Succubus
Age and Birthday: Mid-Twenties, December 3rd
Gender: Female
Powers/weapons: Powers of seduction and mind control, no official weapons.
Origin: Somewhere~ out there~
Personality: Actually a very smart person, dispute her powers, stubborn, semi-caring, always willing to help.

Bella:*reading on a park bench*

Name: Tarrant (real name: Riley)
Species: Coyote
Age and birthday: Late-teens, November 19th
Gender: Male
Powers/weapons: A beginner in mind-control techniques, apart from that, nothing special.
Origin: Youngest son of his family, his older siblings are Moodline and Oberon. He rarely saw Oberon since he often ran away from home saying that he couldn't stand being around 'nutcases'. Because of this Tarrant doesn't like his older brother and often supports Moodline in her arguments against him. He is currently training to be a computer engineer, but he is very interested in mind-control. He also has a crush on Oberon's friend (and maybe girlfriend) Alicia.
Personality: Usually very child-like and often daydreams, unable to tell much difference between fantasy and reality. Despite this and his meekness, he is very friendly and likes to play with others and make friends. However he can get jealous of some people quite easily and if someone does wrong against him (or his sister or mother) he tends to hold grudges and finds it difficult to let them go. If he cares a lot about someone he will get very overprotective over them, especially if they're very prone to being attacked or hurt. But his meekness means he isn't very good at protecting his mother and sister and standing up for himself as he'd like.

Name: Rasmodeus Toximania
Species: Greek Erinaceinae
Age and birthday: 27: July 14th, 1984
Gender: Male
Powers/weapons: Scimitar (Pictured), has portal creation powers, which are amplified by using the scimitar. He has congenital analgesia, meaning he cannot feel pain, but he is not immortal.
Origin: Greece
Personality: Usually kind and noble, but easily agitated and stubborn. Has pride of bias.

Bella: *closes her book as a large gust of wind blows by*

Tarrant: *sits beside Bella on park bench and starts reading his own book*

Rasmodeus: *sharpening his scimitar with a stone wheel in some sort of dungeon-like cellar, somewhat shielding his eyes from the sparks*

Bella: *looks over to Tarrant* Oh, hello.

Tarrant: *shuts book quickly and looks up at Bella*.....*stares blankly for a few moments* Oh sorry, hi.

Ramodeus: I think I've done for now. *stops the wheel and then polishes the blade itself with a wet rag* Such beauty in the form of a weapon.

Bella: *soft chuckling* You weren't aware I was here, when you sat right next to me?

Name: Takris Trisell Chronos mark 2 or just Tak
Species: Time fox
Age: No age. Appears to be 18. Birth-date unknown
Gender: Male
Powers: Dark Chaos abilites: Absorption/speed Light Chaos abilities: Strength flight density Time abilities
Weapons: Time Sword (rarely used)
Origin: The first of the seven servers to be awakened. TakChronos, was not only brought into Mobius, but also fused with chaos force attachments on his inhibitor rings, along with his time abilites. His supposed creator was Dr. Finitevus.
Personallity: Tak is very moral, but doesn't act very social. He's very whitty, and understanding. He will open up a friendship to whoever, but if you betray him you better run

(Picture is old and was done on MS paint so sorry about that)

(That's actually a very good pic! :D)

Tarrant: I was thinking about... t-things... like that r-random screeching noise? *is flustered * In the air? *tries to avoid making exaggerated arm movements and smiling*

Rasmodeus: *sheaths the sword and comes out of the cellar, being hit by the sunshine and happiness of the outer world* Nothing better to start the day like the warm rays of the sun.

Bella: Oh, something wrong? You seem... Nervous.

Tarrant: Uhhh... Umm... I-I'm alright... just overreacting...

Bella: Hm. I'll bet that sound in the air is nothing. No need to panic. *opens her book again and crosses her legs*

Rasmodeus: *strolls along over pavement, with the scabbard strapped to his back*

Bella: *glasses fall off, and as she picks them up, she sees Rasmodeus*

Rasmodeus: *Stops for a second to pick his nose*

Tarrant: *points at Rasmodeus* Picking your nose isn't a very polite thing to do in public.

Bella: *puts them on and snickers at Rasmodeus*

Rasmodeus: And I am expected to care about a normal function of a mortal? *snarls*

Bella: Woah, buddy. Calm down.

Tarrant:....I apologise I shouldn't had pointed that out... And can you please not get angry?

Bella: He just has a broomstick up his ass.

Rasmodeus: Now excuse me? First you insult my humanity and now the sanctity of my anal region?! *grabs the hilt of his sword*

Tarrant: What??? *is taking what Bella said seriously*

Bella: *laughs, but disguises it as a cough*

Tarrant: *gives Bella a tissue* You'll spread germs...

Bella: Thank you. *takes the tissue*

Rasmodeus: I am certainly no fool! *pulls the scimitar out*

Bella: *uses her mind control to put it down*

Rasmodeus: What is this...black trickery?!

Bella: You've never heard of Mind Control?

Tarrant: You're telekinetic!?

Bella: *smiles over at him* Of course I am.

Name: Darkhorn Genesis
Birthday: January 29Th
Powers: Biological manipulation. Basically being able to arrange the DNA or any sort of make-up on something that lives and rearrange it to how one pleases, making diseases and healing others is not limited to. However, he suffers from chronic headaches to the point where he cannot concentrate on his power. He can also alter his own body to fit the surroundings he is in.
Age: Somewhere around 17 Earth years.
Species: Vampiric Chiroptera
Weapons: He believes weapons are cowardly, but is a total hypocrite.
Personality: Dramatic and doesn't know when to stop, treats everything like a mere game. Aggressive when agitated.
Origin: Made from collections of particles in space that formed into a living being, with part of those particles being of human flesh and medical remedies.

Darkhorn: So, I see you have made a new friend, Succubus. Who is this brute with the knife?

Bella: I do not know his name, disease...

Tarrant: I don't know the names of anybody who's here.

Bella: Oh! Right. I'm Bella.

Darkhorn: *bows* I am Darkhorn, pleased to make your acquaintance.
Rasmodeus: Stop this black magic at once!
Darkhorn: ...What a terrible fate.

Bella: And if I wish to continue...?

Tarrant: Yes, sorry. By the way I'm Tarrant but I guess we should be focusing on right now. *looks over at Rasmodeus' sword*

Rasmodeus: ...Daemon*! You with the wineglass! Stop her witchcraft!
Darkhorn: *sips from his red wine* And my reward for such?
Rasmodeus: Anything you want that is mine, you can have.
Darkhorn: *makes a sinister smirk* I accept the terms. Bella, my dear. Please put the poor man out of your lock.

*Darkhorn is not a daemon. o3o

Bella: *smirks* ... Nah. Nice to meet you, Tarrant.

Darkhorn: But the poor man promises not to hurt anyone. Please, my darling, have some sort of heart.
Rasmodeus: ...I don't hurt the innocent.

Tarrant: *is listening to the conversation but isn't understanding the problem, apart from the fact that Bella, Rasmodeus and Darkhorn seem to know each other*

Bella: Call me that again, I dare you.... Oh, fine. *releases Rasmodeus*

Rasmodeus: I thank you...
Darkhorn: Hand your blade to me.
Rasmodeus: Are you insane!? I would never--
Darkhorn: Our agreement, swordsman. I can have anything in your possession, and last time I checked, the sword is yours...and now, mine.