Name: William Deathgrip

Age: 26 (Well he looks that age)

Gender: Male

Looks: Standing at 6ft 4 inches, his build is thick and can take a hit. His eyes are of the darkest blue while his hair is of the deepest auburn. Soft white streaks through it from a mishap with a horrid bottle of dye that he cant seem to get rid of. His clothing consist of dark denim jeans, and t-shirts varying from grey to blue in color. His face is shades other than a faint mustache and goatee. His boots are the classical lace up steel toed boots of a working man. But if he is not on the job, he wears classical brown cowboy boots.

Occupation: Will works out in a logging yard, his large frame helping him to his job with not many problems. He is capable of doing the job with his part being the sawing of the logs and then the truck driving if needed.

Problems: Voices. People. Inner Demons.

Species: He is a shifter of the dark, his form has never been reviled, but it is said that the devil himself holds the young mans soul in his hands and controls when and how the young many shifts into the beastly form.

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Name: Scare Crow

Age: 140-150

Gender: Stallion (Male)

Personality: Calm and easy going. His main problem is that his anger gets the best of him at the worst of times.

Looks: Standing at 7 1/2 feet tall (at the shoulders.) He weighs a good 2259 pounds and his right eye is a soft golden collar. His left eye is stitched shut. His color has changed into a metal chain.

History: His family died over a hundred years ago. They had all aged normally, that was other than his dad who vanished the same time his mother had died.

Other: He is hard to kill. There is no known way. Have at it.

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Name: Bitter Wind

Age: 9

Gender: Male

Personality: Dark and destructive. This beast does not like to be pushed around and he tends to get worse and worse with his temper. His anger is quick to ignite.

History: His history is hidden in shadow. You have to be lucky enough to find it.

Other: Bitter Wind is easy to kill once you have his heart in your hand. He does not trust easy, but once he does, that person or thing is his kryptonite.

Name: Heavy Soil

Age: 10

Gender: Mare

Personality: Calm, easy going. She only loves a slight few though. Closed off, does not speak of her past.

History: Heavy soil was not born like normal animals. She was born from a seed, like that of a tree or plant. Her body was a tiny little seed, planted into the ground on accident by a human farmer who thought the simple apple tree just had not bloomed that year except for one apple. What he did not know was that the year he planted the seed was the year of odd creatures. The animals were coming in the form of plants and dirt. Most of them were planted in the ground as seeds. It was when they started to grow that things got odd.

Other: Heavy Soil stays with her farmer working as a plow horse for the man had lost his other horse. She has signs of not being natural, but the farmer loves her just the same.

Theme Song~Pyromania. Nightcore, not original.

Name: Ryan Knightride

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Attire: All black. Lace up boots to mid calf. Dark jeans, t-shirts, and then a duster that pretty much is around his upper and lower half. It is only held by two clear buttons.

History: Family died in a horrid fire.

Other: A dark tattoo of a stags head on his left shoulder.

How he is who he is: A scream crashes through the darkness as the bashing of lightning lashes at the ground. The bright light flashes then vanishs just as the scream silences and a man is bent on all fours, pain escaping him in screams as bones snap and break, blood seeping from wounds, vomit emitted from his pale lips. Blue eyes bugging out of his head as another scream of agony leaves his lips and his body crashes to the ground as another crash of lightning sounds. The man was no longer bent, but he was not standing either. His body was arched towards the sky as a strike of the white lightning crashes into his body, sending white jolts of electricity through his already roaring blood.

The storm stays thundering, crashing, banging. The man screams and cries as the agony attacks his body. Nothing made sense other than the calling of the lightning to the man bent into a horrid position with white light shining from the streams of blood in his body called veins. His eyes, no longer a pale blue but now white, flash open as danger shoots from them into the heart of the dark forest where the lightning was taking place. This area of the world was locked into a storm, one that was rocking through this young mans blood and turning him into something new. A thing that would not be allowed to be set free unless you could learn to turn it down. This power, a light and electric power was able to blow you to pieces, or in this mans case, change your life for good.

One last scream sounds before suddenly time stops and the man rises form the ground, stark naked and his white skin glistening with beads of sweat rolling down his back and legs. His white hair was bright and his white eyes were dark for the iris the was only thing in his eyes left with any color other then white. His hands were still at his side, his muscles jumping as her holds in a scream before it rips free form his lips, but it did not sound human. The scream sounded like the snap and clap of thunder and lightning leaving his body.

Name: Charging Fire

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Personality: Hot headed, easy to anger, volatile, dangerous.

History: His history is unknown.

Other: Had lived with a human after being born from a fireplace.