you know the drill
name:
species:
class:(elementalist (one or all), hunter, swordsman/woman)
weapons: anything, including guns (crude)
skills:
element: flame, earth, water, air, omni or none
alignment:
hometown:
appearance:
description:
for me:
name: Yokumi Ashura
species: Kyuubi stone
class: Elementalist
rank:third
weapons: Staff of Ausha, thread magik
skills: writing, reading, minor swordplay, magiks and trapping
element: omni
alignment: good
hometown: Vale
appearance: A tall, lithe, boy of 17. medium blue hair, black tips. Wears the robes of High Elementilist. His demon appearence helps with missions, but he can choose to be normal, half- and full-kyuubi
description: A lonely boy, he excelled at all elements, and was taken away for training at the age of four. Currently ranked third in the continent, next to his master Ausha, and the unknown leader.
Leaving the headquarters at 15, he spent two years traveling, looking for the fabled Tomb of Oshira, roumered to house the secrets of all magiks.
The world is decaying, the Magiks of old are being forgotten, and in their stead, technology. Twelve years ago, a maddened conqueror by the name of Zaithe, set out to destroy all magiks entirely. The maps of old gave way to a new order, it's oragin stain in blood and fire. The Order of Elements retaliated to Zaithe, and took their secrets to secret conclaves across the world. Sending out It's top fighter's, they started a covert war against Zaithe. Now, the war is escalating, and, unbeknown to them, five hero's would meet at a simple Hunt, and embark on an amazing journey, to save the world, and the universe.
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   Sitting on a flattened rock, Yokumi felt the threads of Magik in his palms. He grasped Soul and Water, intertwining them together to soothe his troubled mind. He thought back to earlier that week, when his old master and friend Ausha contacted him. He had been told to go to the forest town of Esmella, and that there, he would be cantacted with further instructions. He opened his eyes slowly, looking out across the clearing to the only road into the town. He had a sneaking suspicion that his next "assignment" would involve the Hunt, a monthly occasion on which great fighters would gather to hunt monsters and demons for prizes and gold. He got up slowly and stretched, groaning loudly, he had been meditating for  hours. A slight rustle behind him, and he sent a hardened jet of water towards them, stopping and inch away from between the newcomers eyes.
"And who might you be, stranger?" he kept the water there, slightly quivering in the air.
