The RPT Secret Santa! [Reveal your characters!]

Name: Maximillion ?Max?

Species: Cat (most of the time)? Human (sometimes)

Age: 1.5 years old/17 years old.

Gender: Male

Personality:

Max fancies himself as distant and graceful; a proud predator of the night. He puts on an air of standoffishness, judging people from afar with his nose in the air. When people talk to him, he acts prickly and will most likely detach himself from the conversation with nary a goodbye, walking away with his tail swishing somehow insultingly behind him (when he has a tail).

Agile and fleet of foot, Max genuinely is a pretty good hunter. What betrays him is his propensity to being distracted by shiny baubles and, indeed, anything that moves. When anything catches his sight he has an irresistible urge to pounce on or bat at the object. Not only does he get sidetracked from anything that he might be doing, but he ceases to register his environment almost completely. He might climb a doorframe and leap at something high up, only to misjudge the distance and crash land somewhere else in a comical mess. After such incidences Max always springs back up with a cool look on his face, pretending that it had all been a part of the plan.

Max also has a tendency to clumsily leap into the air if surprised?and he's almost humorously easy to sneak up on sometimes. He might suddenly fall off a kitchen bench or trip over, and immediately scrabble to retain his dignity and poise. Nose in the air and light-footedness aside, Max is really just an awkward and clumsy teenager. Not to mention he's even clumsier in his human form, still unused to the way that the body moves or the difference in size that occurs.

Even though he likes to act unapproachable, Max has a soft spot for children. He would never harm a child and would probably sit through almost anything a child might try to do to him with a grumpy look on his face.

Appearance:

As a cat, Max is sleek and black. His eyes are slanted and amber, with the steely focus common in all cats. His feet and tail are tipped with white fur, and he has a large patch of it around his neck as well as in a diamond on his forehead. He's still quite small as a cat, not having grown to his full size just yet.

When Max transforms to a human, the most noticeable thing about him is that he is completely naked. As a cat he usually doesn't worry about his nudity, but the moment of his transformation he feels vulnerable and exposed until he can find the nearest available thing to cover up with.

Human Max is gangly and in the middle of a growth spurt. His voice cracks at the most inopportune moments and he can never move the way that he wants to?so he is like most teenage boys his age. He has coffee-coloured skin and his short, jet black hair always looks somewhat ruffled. His eyes are still somewhat slanted and feline, their colour slightly darker than usual. That, and his small, almost unnoticeable fangs, are the only things that mark him as not being entirely human.

History:

As a kitten, Max was summoned by a witch to be her familiar. Cats were a popular choice as a familiar for witches since most cats had some innate magical ability. Young Max might have flourished in the lifestyle if only his first witch weren't the evil, crazy kind of witch. She was unstable, with sudden bursts of outrage over any little thing. Max, separated from his litter, was miserable.

It was a year later, just when Max had gotten fairly used to his new life, that something happened which caused everything to fall apart. The witch had spent several months renovating her hut until it was almost entirely made of gingerbread, and had even performed a spell that would temporarily make Max human for a week to help with some of the physical labour required.

Eventually, a couple of human children stumbled upon the house, enchanted by the sweets. Max was horrified to find that the witch had been planning on trapping and eating children. In his distress he somehow managed to transform into a human once more, despite the fact that the spell should have worn off several weeks ago, and free the children from their chains. The children then managed to trick the witch and push her into her own oven; an act which freed Max from her service.

Max had been wandering around without direction ever since.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:

Werecat: When Max is in a tight spot or feeling emotional, he can transform into a human?sometimes outside of his own control. In his human form, Max understands concepts that he doesn't as a cat, such as the concepts of currency, clothing, the past/future, and lying. He is also fully capable of speech, though he sounds barely intelligible sometimes due to both his inexperience at moving a human mouth and tongue, and the awkwardness of having fangs. Clumsiness aside, his human form is also more flexible and swift than he naturally would be, and retains Max's cat abilities of being able to land on his feet.

Latent Magic: After being a witch's familiar, Max still has some random sparks of magic that he can utilise; most of them, unconsciously. For example, he can sometimes blend into the shadows or move through tight spots in ways that even a cat normally shouldn't be able to; even as a human. The trick is that he has to believe without even a thought that he can do the things that he does, and the magic smoothes the way for him.

Name: Wren

Species: Floatzel

Age: 43 (level 43 maybe?)

Gender: Male

Personality: He is bipolar (unless you're uncomfortable with playing a bipolar character). Generally he is kind, but he can be quick to judge. If he dislikes someone for any reason, no amount of apologising will cause him to like them again. He also does not trust people easily.

Appearance: The only difference between him and a normal Floatzel is that he has an extra 'whisker' on each side of his mouth.

History: Wren grew up alone as a Buizel. His home in a river in the thick of the forest was almost abandoned, and the few Pok?mon there disliked him. His parents were swept away when he was a pup, and he never had any relatives. His time was spent building dams in the river (which were quickly destroyed by humans) and trying to cut down trees. Wren was seen as extremely strange due to this, but he had nothing else to do.

As he had no help from a trainer and no one to train against, he never learned any directly physical moves until late in his life. None of the moves he knew how to do would hurt anyone ? not that he wanted to. When he evolved into a Floatzel, he matured quickly and realised how horrible everyone was being. He also realised that his parents might be out there somewhere.

Early on in his search for his parents, he was found by a young man named Tyler. Tyler looked after him in the Pok?mon Daycare he helped run, so Wren was able to learn a physical move during that time.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Moveset;; Ice Fang // Agility // Swagger // Roar

Name: Mahogany Jo'Ennis

Species: Martian

Age: 26 1/2

Gender: Female

Personality: Mahogany strives to be the center of attention. Not because she wants anyone's approval, but because she's so much better than everyone else and they deserve to know that. She's such a nice person, showing how awesome she is as an example for others. Maybe, if they tried really hard, they could be half as cool as her. But that's on them, because she's too busy to stick around for long.

History: A Martian family was on vacation, going to see the celebration of winter holidays on Earth, and young Mahogany wandered off to explore the frozen North Pole. Somehow, she stumbled upon the mystic Gate that led to Santa's workshop, and proceeded to fo whatever she wanted. She was apprehended, and her enterprising father worked out a deal with the head elf. Mahogany would work as Santa's helper to pay off her debt, and the rest of the family would continue their vacation.

Twenty years later, they still haven't come back for her. So she continues her job as his helper, doing jobs that the old man can't, and generally being an awesome person. Santa even pays her, since she worked off the debt long ago, so sticking around is actually beneficial.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Flight, ability to change physical appearance at will, power to turn self (and worn clothing, but not anything carried) intangible.

Name: Cors Pazinsky

Species: Would-Be-Dragon

Age: 587 years old

Gender: Male

Personality: Corsk is really goofy and kind, always trying to be well liked and listen to others. Some see this as a weakness, especially among the otherwise very proud members of his dragon clan. He is also something of a crybaby, which he blames on his mutant genes since nearly no other dragon ever cries. However, when he is really motivated or believe in something, he will be relentless and brave.

Appearance: <image link> His height is about twice that of an average human male.

History: Corsk is a mutant. His wings are too small to keep him airborne without the use of magic, and his bulky body shape is definitely a genetic defect, not at all because of him eating too many puddings. Or meatballs. Or buns. Or... Yeah. For this reason, he has been called a would-be-dragon by his family and eventually ran away from home because he couldn't stand it anymore. He told them that it was because he would find some way to be a really menacing dragon and prove to them that he's truly a dragon worthy of his species name... but in reality he just felt useless. However, there was one thing he was quite good at...

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Cors has always been incredibly speedy. Not relying on wings to stay airborne most of the time, he instead has learned to run really fast to keep up with other dragons on the ground. He could beat any other dragon in a race on foot. His legs and arms are also incredibly strong - he could take many dragons bigger than himself in wrestling. As long as they stayed on ground.

Once he had run away from home, he met a kind fairy who felt sad for him and gave him a pouch of fairy dust to hang around his (thick) neck. Eating a little bit of fairy dust is enough to give Cors wings flying power for several minutes. Eating too much at once, however, doesn't only prolong the flying time... It also makes him violent and could eventually turn him unconscious with rage. So he's very careful with that.

Name: Yaden
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Species: Human
Appearance: Messy black hair, the bangs of which are slicked down to his forehead. His favorite outfit consists of expensive, almost immortal jeans and a sports jacket, both of which have been through quite a lot; he also wears heavy hiking boots and sweat bands on his wrists.
Personality: He enjoys being outdoors, and with the fortunate situation of being from a wealthy family, tends to invest in the more stable, expensive outdoor gear. Due to his background he gets pompous and slightly very haughty in formal settings, but is perfectly capable of getting dirty.
History: Nothing very exciting, he grew up in a wealthy family and still retains his wealth today. The real question is the future...
Powers: Ability to communicate with and occasionally harness the power of spirits, nature, etc. Perhaps more that nobody knows about...
Other: He carries an old pendant in his boot; nobody really knows where he got it. Some say they have seen him conversing with the trees. (Take that how you like ^^)

Name: Sugarrine Asare (Saltina Sukar)
Species: Flavor Fairy
Age: 150 (physically), 16 (mentally)
Gender: Female

Personality:
Ahh, Sugarrine Asare. An easily excitable person. She just loves to float around, fly loop de loops, and make everyone's wishes come true. As her namesake, she's quite hyper, rarely running out of energy and can stay awake for weeks, sleep for around three hours, and then stay awake for weeks and repeating the process. She always believes that there's always some good in everyone, and will always try to understand everyone, no matter how evil they are. She's cheerful, nice, and quite a great person--er, magical being, to hang around with.

But everyone has their flaws.

Sugarrine, as perfect as she may be, can be quite a perfectionist. Everything she does has to be perfect. Loop de loops? It must be a perfect circle! Sugar trails? Has to be sweet, but not too sweet! Gift giving? Always have to give the next present within five minutes! This, plus many other factors can easily piss her off. Sugarrine is also quite an envious person, especially when she sees someone being better than her. The magic then happens here. Once Sugarrine experiences too much "negative" emotions inside herself... She turns into Saltina.

Saltina, in the easiest explanation possible, is the opposite of Sugarine. Born from envy and hate, Saltina would do anything to create mischief everywhere she goes, and have fun teaching naughty children a thing or two about being a good person. However, this will be the only thing she'll care about. The rest, well, they'll be very easy to ignore, do a fancy mean girl hair flip, and fly away laughing. She knows there's some evil in everyone, and would do anything to bring that to life, mostly by creating mischief and being quiet salty when talking to them. However, she does know how to have a good time, and will cool down eventually, turning back into Sugarrine.

Appearance: image link https://c2.staticflickr.com/8/7418/11601491755_539262129d_b.jpg



Sugarrine... is precious. Standing at 5'3", even with that kind of height she's grown to be such a beauty. Her pale skin is devoid of any blemishes (except for the ones that make her look like she sparkles... magic!) and accented with translucent straight white hair that reaches down to her hips. Her round face always prides itself on having those sparkly purple eyes and a mischievous smile like she's out for some fun in Christmas Town. She also always wears a fluffy dress, layered from baby blue at the top-most layer, carnation pink, to plain white on the bottom accented then with a pink ribbon tied neatly in a bow at the back, and simple white doll shoes. One logical explanation for this would be that she's technically the embodiment of sugar (and salt), but then that's too scientific.

Sugarrine can fly, but not with wings. She uses her "amazing sugar/salt magic" to help her. One proof of such magic is some sparkling sugar or salt trails (it depends on her mood) whenever she moves. It really helps in hide and seek, and she always loses-- and turns into Saltina while she's at it. Also, whenever she creates spells, an old, magical cookbook appears in her hands. This is her cookbook of spells, and she's not afraid to use it!

History:
Sugarrine was born from the stars, infused with children's sweetness and saltiness. How was she born? She was a falling star, of course! She landed in our dear town, and needed something to absorb as her energy. It was by chance that she landed in the kitchen (through an open window) of the house with lots of children, and gathered the main source of her power from there, along with some sugar and salt as her nearest food source. Thus, the combination of the flavors and the emotions as well as the unlimited power of the fallen star, they all combined to form Sugarrine... and Saltina!

How did she learn of her "other" self? Easy. Her negative emotions, and a mirror. It was easy to change into Saltina when she was young. Everytime she felt envious, she appears. It was like a certain classical story that she hasn't read yet. She knows everything the other does, and easily comments on "her" like the other personality was another person entirely, although they are very aware that they are sadly, one and the same. Now that she's one hundred and fifty years old, though, she's accepted this. Enjoys it even. It complements her nice girl attitude she's sporting for the next millennium.

Currently, Sugarrine is helping children make their dreams come true, although most (if not all) remain unfinished to this day. She tries too hard, it sometimes backfires on her as she multitasks dreams every time she hears a child ask for one. Saltina, however, has another job. She's the one that punishes the salty children, although she's quite salty herself. She's more of a prankster, like the ones who put coal on naughty kid's stockings. They're happy with this situation, and wouldn't trade it for the world.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
As said earlier, Sugarrine has a cookbook. A magical cookbook that automatically take notes of the various spells she learned. It happens every time Sugarrine does a new spell right, or finds a spell that she can translate into a recipe of some sort (meaning, it must be food related or at least, something to eat). Currently, the cookbook contains simple spells like cinnamon love potions, cream pie missiles, or even sugar pixie dust, as well as few complicated spells like skittles rainbow blast that would still take some time to do. Some of the spells are in need of ingredients, some needed methods, and some are just conjured via saying the right words. As long as Sugarrine got the spell right one time, it's always there in the cookbook, ready for action!

NOTE: Sugarrine's spells are mostly leaning towards good, helpful, healing spells. Saltina, however, is more of the prank master, offensive variety. Therefore, some spells will not work when the wrong personality casts them. Neutral spells can be cast by anyone.

Another of Sugarrine and Saltina's ability is flying. She can fly without wings, and she always has a constant supply of sugar (or salt) pixie dust. She always flaunts it, but she does need to rest for a while every time she lands on solid ground.

Last skill, well, she's a mean flirt. Saltina is. She'd easily flirt well with hot guys no matter who or what they are. As long as they catch Saltina's eye, they better prepare themselves for a good, fun time. Beware of bitter love quotes though; Saltina is Saltina for a reason.

Name / Species:
Dormitis Funguis; unanimously referred to as Specimen #147 or Lumpy.

Age:
Scientists purposefully chose an adolescence bred two months prior to the experiment. An equivalent human age is impossible to determine based on the knowledge collected on the species thus far, though it should be noted that Dormitis Funguis mature rapidly. Specimen #147 in-particular is already of sexual maturity.

Gender:
Male--this can be determined via comparison with female Dormitis Funguis who are of greater size and display more aggressive behavior.

Personality:
The males of Lumpy's species exhibit more docile behavior in-comparison to the hostile and territorial females. They do not appear to mind the presence of other unfamiliar species and are actually quite compliant. Not timid, rather submissive towards anyone of larger size or stature, which can be connected to their habitual behavior. The alpha female of a Dormitis Funguis herd--determined by size--holds a firm command over their herd, controlling movement of herd members as well as behavior.
Of course this mostly applies to Specimen #147, though he does demonstrate unique qualities from time-to-time. His quietude and compliance remain, being major attributes in male Dormitis Funguis. However, Lumpy is more prone to aggression if aggravated, even by one larger than him, though he is more willing to defend himself rather than more willing to attack in-general, unlike the female members of his species. Lumpy also appears to revere rather than thoughtlessly obey. Lumpy's peers tolerated the presence of the researchers. He, however, grew quickly attached to those that came nearest him and made his affection clear through rubbing his furry temple against their legs and sliding circles around them as a toddler would their parental figure.

Appearance:
Dormitis Funguis are peculiar creatures, though they all mirror one another aside from height and weight. On average, males tend to be one and a half feet tall while females can range from a full two feet to three feet tall. Both are dense and it is not advised to try to cradle either. When immobile, it may take one by surprise to consider these beings animals at all. Their shaggy, violet coats hang over most of their physical features so that they resemble oddly-colored shrubs from afar. One paleontologist even mistook them for patches of fungus, hence their species name. But Dormitis Funguis are unmistakably a member of the animal kingdom which scientists are now confident on. They have distinct traits of a gastropod--their primary way of movement is a large "stomach foot" that expels a colorless, watery mucus that hardly leaves a visible trail, allowing the creature motion. They also appear to possess no bones. Even with this "stomach foot" however, the Dormitis Funguis curiously exhibits more mammalian behavior and intelligence uncharacteristic of gastropods. Their thick purple coat, set eyes, preference for wide open plains, omnivorous diet of vegetation, small bugs and miscellaneous food scraps... These creatures prove a conundrum never before seen in the world of animal research.

History:
As alien as they are, the Dormitis Funguis have existed for quite some time. It has been until only recently that they were discovered on a well-hidden island off the coast of South America. On this minuscule island, a group of youthful paleontologists sought to examine the recently-discovered island as the location promised potential fossil evidence. The trip was exciting for them, though their discoveries were mostly insignificant, aside from one. One of the older members of the group found something completely new. It was no dinosaur, no pterasaur. "Just fungus," he proclaimed, "In large patches. Hit me with some kinda spore. Shocked the daylights outta me." It is theorized now that this researcher must have be drunk, if not simply incompetent. A group of mycologists were sent to study more on this curiosity some time later as the fungus could not later be attributed with the name of another existing sort. Shockingly, they called in for support, for these mycologists learned that the "fungus" were indeed living beings.
The science world lit up with excitement. A significant discovery had come out of the investigation after all. Similar to that of the coelacanth, the Dormitis Funguis were creatures of unknown origin that existed during prehistoric times, having not gone extinct after all. A common theory is that their shaggy coats helped them survive Earth's more recent Ice Age; originally they possessed the vulnerable flesh of average gastropods, but managed to adapt. Very few of them were left upon the small, isolated island--just a single herd of ninety. Continual research on the elusive species, if it even is a species and not a genus, is in the works. Recent conflict has arose, however, on the priorities of studies. Many researchers planned on studying the anatomy of the Dormitis Funguis in-depth while many others wanted to place more effort in observing behavior in a real-world environment. This latter group eventually beat the other researchers out when the gift-gifting event caught their attention. It was a peculiar way to study tendencies but, then again, these were peculiar creatures. As aggravated as the anatomy-valuing scientists were, they were able to reach a compromise of sorts. A select, eye-catching Dormitis Funguis would be "studied". This individual was Lumpy, dubbed this by the insightful, behavior-valuing research team; a friendly animal deserved a friendly name, after all. Though he was bred purposefully, so the other researchers call him still Specimen #147.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
The "spore" described by the original discoverer of the Dormitis Funguis is nothing largely dramatic. It has the consistency of pollen and puffs out from pores hidden deep under the animal's coat when it is scared, surprised or angered. Female Dormitis Funguis usually prefer headstrong attacks, tackling into an aggressor like a sumo wrestler, when their reach boiling point. The smarter ones do take advantage of their "spore" which, when inhaled by a victim, can have two different effects: disorientation or drowsiness. The lither and weaker the victim, the more likely they are to become fully lightheaded or unconscious. Extended exposure to the pollen can cause typical allergic reactions as well: puffy eyes, runny nose, perhaps hives or swelling in the face. Still, Dormitis Funguis is certainly not the most harmless of creatures overall.

Name: Erin ?Bidooficca? McGregor

Species: Human

Age: 32

Gender: Female

Personality: Erin is an energetic and passionate soul, and on almost any occasion she is bursting with enthusiasm and excitement. Along with her carefree nature comes the curse of absent-mindedness, she?s easily distracted and her focus can be snapped away rather easily. That isn?t to say she isn?t dedicated to a task, but she can have trouble completely focusing on one.

If you asked her, she would probably tell you that she can make friends with anyone: she?s very social and an absolute extrovert. However, some may find her zest to be a bit overbearing, and she?s not often the best at reading signals that may suggest a person wants to be alone. Erin is likely to clash with individuals who are sarcastic. As a person, she?s quite forthright and open and is unlikely to gel with someone that uses wit and dry remarks to deflect attention from themselves or belittle another.

Appearance: For most of her life, Erica has been taller than any of her peers ? towering over even her parents and her siblings at a height of six feet and seven inches. As a former pok?mon ranger, she has an athletic build. Her hair is thick and curly and fails down to her waist, when she?s busy it gets tied back but tendrils often escape and fall across her green eyes. Erin?s fair skin is pale, but her face and arms have a smattering of darker freckles from her time working in a hot climate.

Clothing wise, on a day-to-day basis, Erin favours functional clothes: denim shorts and plain t-shirts comprise a lot of her outfits, and she still has sturdy thigh-high ranger-issued boots.

History: Erin was born and raised in Sinnoh to two farmers, and often helped her mother and father in growing crops and raising livestock. At the age of thirteen, she did as many young people do and left to travel the region and face its gym leaders. However, she quickly grew tired of the league challenge and its endless battling ? within a year she had returned home. After spending a few months back at the farm, Erin determined she was going to enrol in the local ranger academy.

She impressed teachers with her quick grasp of practical skills, but they often criticised her lack of focus on the academic aspects of their teaching. Still, she managed to graduate and took and assignment in Hoenn, where she remained for many years. Erin was proficient as a ranger, and often jumped around from task to task. Her efforts in Hoenn largely revolved around conservation, but a particular high point involved shutting down a small offshoot of the villainous Team Magma.

Eventually, the life of a ranger lost its thrill, and at the age of twenty-six Erin left the profession and returned to her native Sinnoh. It was at this point she found her true calling. Upon witnessing a man abandoning a Bidoof by the side of a road, Erin was stirred with sympathy for the poor creature. On that day, she vowed to rescue unwanted Bidoof. The McGregor Bidoof Sanctuary was founded, and to this day Erin aids this neglected breed. She travels far and wide across Sinnoh, saving both domestic and wild Bidoof. Since the sanctuary?s opening it has grown and Erin now watches over the little treasures across an acre of land. Due to often being seen out with a gang of the pok?mon at her heels earned her the nickname, ?Bidooficca?.

It is this same kindness that saw Erin aiding Santa?s deliveries this Chirstmas.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
- Pok?mon Tracking.

- Survival skills. Erin brings with her the skills she honed from her time as a ranger. She knows plants that can be eaten in the wild, she can perform basic first aid, she?s excellent at knot-tying and has a large amount of stamina.

- Erin is still physically quite fit and strong. On occasion forgets that she is no longer the ranger she used to be, and occasionally overexerts herself.

- She has five Bidoof with her from the rescue centre (Bumie, Flopsy, Button, Fluffy and Karl) and Tropius caught in Hoenn that acted as her companion in her ranger days.

Name: Rayenne Phillips

Species: Sexy brazilian-russian man

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Personality: Prefers to sleep in the nude. Very outgoing and not one to hide from anything. Faces his problems and danger head on without the bat of an eye. he's not much for words, but what he does speak is meaningful and to the point. He doesn't like to go in loops to get things done and will always take the most straightforward path regardless.

Appearance: extremely toned body, wears leotards 99% of the time. shoulder length straightened raven black hair.

History: Rayenne was in gymnastics from the time he could walk. He belonged to a foster home that excelled in raising children for the Russian Olympics team as well as the Russian Secret Service. But due to his petite frame and high metabolism, as well as a pledge to pacifism and veganism cut him from the SS roster. He lived his childhood and teenage years training every day in a rigorous routine of mixed martial arts, extreme cardio, body building and gymnastics. By the time he was 19 he was bred and raised to be the frontman of the Russian's gymnastics team. He participates every year and in the time between each event he practices the drums and dancing.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Very flexible. He won gold in the olympics for tumbling, the pommel horse and the horizontal bar. He's also a master at Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and acts a street performer in his free time by playing and doing tricks with drums, drumsticks and freestyle dancing. He's also fluent in English, Russian and Spanish.

Name: Alice

Species: Human

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Personality: Alice is a sweet girl, and considers herself innocent and caring. She sees the best in people, and always tries to tackle negativity with a big dose of the good old being positive.
Alice is incredibly curious, and likes to ask questions and discover how things works. Especially things that do not make sense to her. She?s quick to accept things as real, but she does crave explanation.
The girl tends to be very present in a room. Her curiosity makes her quick to interact with everybody, and she moves even quicker from place to place to just see and take in everything that is not normal in even the slightest.
She?s also quite clever, being able to piece together solutions to problems quickly with the information she has and the objects nearby.

Appearance: Alice has blond hair that reaches to halfway down her back, usually with a black headband accessorized with a black bow. She wears a blue dress, with a white cover that is strapped into a bow at the back. Her look is finished with white leggings and black slippers.

History: Alice is a girl of mystery. Having grown up with her family for years without anything seeming out of the ordinary, she obtained a set of powers one day without anyone knowing how.

She hails from a rich family that lives in a big mansion, together with her parents and her dog, where she spent most of her times frolicking around the gardens, exploring the big piece of land.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
Air-Walking: Alice can walk on air like it?s a solid floor. While walking up is really difficult, she can walk straight or downwards perfectly fine. While she is walking through the air, everything moves through her as if she isn?t there. It?s not possible for her to walk through walls, though.
Invisibility: Alice can turn mostly invisible for short amounts of time, leaving only her smile visible.
Summon Helper Rabbit: Alice can summon a white rabbit that can help her out with varying tasks. The rabbit is bi-pedal, meaning it only walks on its hind legs, and uses its front legs like arms. Sometimes the rabbit wears a top hat.

Name: Clive Roberts

Species: Human / ESPer

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Personality: Clive seems well-mannered and kindly towards other people. However, his motive in is that behaving this way benefits himself. He is subtly manipulative as he tries to lead others to fulfill his desires. When in conflict, he displays an aura of pomposity and arrogance. As a result of his telepathic powers, he seems to be slightly delusional. This can be seen when he thinks to himself in private, and when he tries to telepathically implant false information into others. However, despite his manipulation and delusions, he genuinely respects Santa and his work and therefore tries his best when doing his job.

Appearance: A side-effect of his powers is that Clive does not appear to grow older; he appears to be a young Caucasian adult male, around 20 years of age. His hair is black but combed back, his eyes are dark brown, and he generally wears formal attire such as a suit and tie.

History: Clive went through a rough past, having lost both of his parents as a child. Because of this, he hadn't really known his name, and so he created one for himself. A simple one, similar to those of people he'd met before. His powers hadn't awakened until he was a young teenager, around 13 years old. Around this time, he started a life of petty crime, influencing people to come into dark alleyways where they would then give him their belongings. But not long after, he saw a sleigh flying through the air, pulled by reindeers. He attempted to control the reindeers but to no avail, and due to curiousity he followed them to their landing point. This is where he met Santa, who he was for some reason unable to read. Santa showed Clive nothing but kindness, and offered Clive a home if he would stop his life of crime. Clive hesitantly agreed, and has been under the guidance of Santa for years. During this time, he developed his powers; for example, during early adulthood, he was able to stop the aging of his own cells, maintaining a youthful appearance.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Clive specialises in his telepathic powers. He is particularly skilled in reading the minds of others and finding out their thoughts and pasts. He can also influence others to follow his whims, but only to a certain extent; not if it would place their life in danger, and not if they are inhuman. Clive also has some slight telekinetic powers. His main power is slowing down his own aging process, however he can not affect the aging of others. Telekinesis of objects which have small mass is also possible for him, but doing so puts strain upon his mind.

Name: Ryan Tinkles McKrinkle the Angel of Death Christmas

Species: Dark North-pole Elf

Age: Five-hundred and fifty six years, four months and thirteen days old.

Gender: Male

Personality: Tinkles is far from your average elf. He's got plenty of holiday spirit flowing through him like the rest of his kind...he just expresses it differently. Tinkles' festive fervor makes itself known in the form of his fanatic loyalty to Santa and his obsession with always completing his mission. Instead of subsisting on eggnog and Christmas cheer like his brethren, Tinkles prefers the blood of the Guilty naughty, though he'd never hurt a human if he didn't have to. The one thing Tinkles does seem to delight in as much as his fellows is the pure, happy laughter of children. In fact a lot of the other elves think the main reason he can be such a grump is because his job doesn't often entail bringing joy to children like all the others.

Appearance: Tinkles doesn't look that different from most other elves except for a change in colors and stature. He's taller than most of Santa's other elves at a still-impish 3'6, with a gray pallor to his skin that retains only a bit of it's original peachy complexion as well as red eyes pointed ears. He is usually dressed in a re-colored version of the typical elf-outfit: a black tunic with dark red horizontal stripes, a black pointed hat with a fuzzy blue pompom on the tip, white tights, and dark purple shoes with curled toe-tips. Tinkles also wears a pair of darkened-steel elf-sized greaves on his legs so his tights don't ruin his motif.

History: It was a dark and stormy night only a week before the big day a very long time ago when Santa was in a panic. There were so many people nowadays just didn't understand the christmas spirit! To most of them Christmas had just become a day to get free stuff! It seemed that so few people even gave gifts for the holiday anymore, just rationalizing that "Saint Nick will take care of it." It wasn't exactly naughty if people were otherwise good the rest of the year, but what was the point in his work if the spirit of the holiday died? It was at that moment that a distraught elf burst into Santa's office declaring that they'd found a bundled up baby left at the front door of the workshop...but something was wrong with it. The baby was an elf, but all wrong! It's skin was a lifeless shade of gray, it's eyes were red and it wasn't crying, in fact it made so little noise at all that when they first found it they were afraid it was dead!

Everyone decided to name the new elf Tinkles in an attempt to attach SOME amount of elfish charm to it, but the bright fanciful name did nothing to improve his mood. As he grew up it became clear he wasn't like the other elves, getting in fights and threatening anyone who looked at him funny. Santa was at a loss to think of a job for him, until the day Krampus came to visit. Krampus saw the potential in the elf and thought he'd make a great Christmas avenger, so he took him under his wing and taught him the ways of punishing the naughty. Ever since Tinkles has been the dark enforcer of christmas, protecting Santa at all costs and punishing those with coal for hearts when Krampus was busy.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Like any of Santa's other elves who have to occasionally leave the shop Tinkles has been taught the spell to travel through any chimney without getting any soot on himself, regardless of how big, small, or dirty it is. He can also grow a pair of raven-like wings on his back when necessary for pursuing someone truly naughty. Tinkles always keeps his trusty unbreakable candy cane "Billy" at his side for when someone needs a yule-tide beating.

Name: Atnas the Delibird

Species: Pok?mon (Delibird)

Age: 7 (based on the average lifespan of a penguin, that's about adult age)

Gender: Male

Personality:
Bitter
Hotheaded
Ungrateful
Enjoys seeing people sad
Violent
Appearance:

Atnas looks just like your Average Delibird, with red skin and a dense coat of white feathers around his head and back. His standard bag-tail is slightly dirty, due to him carrying coal around inside it. In addition to this, he has distinguishable black circles around his eyes, once again caused by him handling coal a lot.

History:

Ever since Atnas had hatched out of his egg, he had been raised to follow a certain set of rules. Being a Delibird, he was to be responsible for giving presents to people - both human and Pok?mon - during birthdays and festivities. Always happy, always smiling. Never to be late on a delivery; always hand gifts with a smile; spread the cheer. While all his brothers were amazing at their jobs, spreading the holiday cheer every winter like no other Pok?mon could, Atnas was always the underdog. The one with the least presents delivered, the least cheerful one, the one with the most resentment towards any sort of festivity. Despite his trainer's attempts, he would not change. The latter was a postman who worked shifts ranging from dressing up as Santa to regular mail delivery; and therefore didn't have much time to spend with his Pok?mon. As a result, Atnas became bitter, despising the lack of attention his trainer gave him and often disobeying his orders. On one particular Christmas, after a particularly long day of work, he did not receive a gift from his trainer, who couldn't afford one. This was the turning point in which he swore to never celebrate Christmas again; giving out coal to all children instead of gifts.

Moves:
Coal (this is Atnas' version of Present - instead of a chance of something good happeneing, this move always does damage!)
Fly
Aerial Ace
Ice Punch
Ice Beam
Seed Bomb

Name: Sn?boll

Species: Poro

Age: 23, but for a Poro, that is just past young-adulthood.

Gender: Male

Personality: Sn?boll is a very curious fellow, he loves to explore and find new things and places, but he prefers to be in cold environments. He is a very social Poro, and spends most of his time with family and friends. He loves to pull small pranks on friends and is always a happy character, many people that know him describe him as a benevolent bundle of joy! Sn?boll cannot get angry, and has no violent or malicious intent of any kind. He cannot recognize malicious intent either, so if someone attempts to injure or make fun of him, he will respond joyfully, completely unaware. He loves to play in the snow and fly through the air (even if someone throws him).

Appearance: 29cm long and 25cm tall
Picture: https://lolast.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/poro1_by_justduet-d63wx6c.png

History: Sn?boll was raised on a small cliff in Freljord, it was a peaceful place, but it wasn't exciting enough for young Sn?boll, so he left at the human age of 15, which is the beginning of adulthood for poros. He set off on a quest to explore the world, and to make tons of friends while he explored. On the eighth year of his journey, Sn?boll is happy with his life, and cannot wait to explore even more of the world around him!

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Extreme cuteness, able to resist cold because of his long fur, invulnerable to any type of injury - will just get back on his feet happily and peacefully

Name: Barry Nice
Species: Christmas Elf

Age: 123

Gender: Male

Personality: Barry is a crazy, fun guy who loves to prank his friends. He is outgoing, kind, and loves to eat candy. He is obsessed with having fun, and will immediately abandon all rational thoughts if presented with an opportunity to have a good time. He is goofy and tends to act a bit insane at times. Without the help of his friends, he might have even gone completely insane by now.

Appearance: He is short, standing at about two and half feet tall. He has small, pointed ears and a big round nose. His eyes are rather large compared to the size of his face and sparkle a bright green in the sunlight. He wears a red and green striped shirt, orange pants, and a bright yellow hat. His hat is tall, and pointed, covered with green sparkles and a couple stray pieces of candy that got stuck to it.

History: He has been a toy-making elf for about 50 years and has seen the toy trends come and go. He longed to leave the musty old workshop to travel the world. He loves adventure, and it's because of this that he was hired to deliver presents. Or, it could be the fact that he clogged multiple machines with glitter and candy, who knows?

Powers/Abilities/Skills: He is extremely good at eating, he can plow through a pile of food in seconds. He also has a pouch of "magic" glitter that he can use to stun his enemies. He is also short, being able to fit into small spaces. Finally, he has a bag of endless candy which he constantly pulls snacks out of.

Name: Chuckleberry "Chuck"

Species: Fairy Wren

Age: 12 Years

Gender: Male

Personality: Chuck tends to be rather loud and obnoxious, in stark contrast to his adorably tiny size. He always wears an angry little scowl and it doesn't take much to set him off on a tirade about how abhorrently stupid and annoying larger beings are. Particularly, comment on "oh, what a cute, cuddly little bird" or demean him in some way, and you just might get your eyes pecked out, so have some safety goggles handy. To his credit, Chuck is a rather intelligent, determined little bird with a knack for strategics. Unfortunately, he knows very well how smart he is and is quite a proud little bird with a stubbornness that doesn't allow him to admit when he's wrong, even if he knows he is. While he doesn't really believe in making "friends" with other species, he will extend his wing alliance with those he considers worthy of his partnership (often requiring them to listen to a few hours of his boasting beforehand).

Appearance: Chuck is a tiny little puffball of a blue bird, small enough to sit snuggly in the palm of a hand. Across his black, beady little eyes is a mask of black feathers, with an equally black beak to match. White and black edge his wing feathers, while his tail feathers are a deeper shade of blue. With his feathers in a near constant state of puff, his wings seem rather small in comparison yet are allow him to fly quickly and superbly through the air.


History: Chuckleberry started out his life much like any other bird - any other bird from an another dimension in which civilization was comprised almost solely of tiny blue birds much like himself, with some larger bald eagles living in nomadic flocks around the world. Chuck (as he insists others call him - he considers his full name to be quite embarrassing) was quite high up the social ladder, receiving the best of the best education birdkind could offer, the best food, the best nests, the best of just about everything. Now, birds here aged rather quickly and had thus evolved to gather information with extreme precision in their short lifespans so that they were able to learn the ways of the birdlife much more easily, and so by the time Chuck turned 10 he was already considered to be a young adult, and was completing his studies on other worlds (because birdkind knew of other worlds, you see).

Well, Chuck became quite enthralled with these other worlds - though for quite an ambitious reason. It was believed that the inhabitants of these other worlds were completely weak and useless beings, and thus Chuck decided that he would travel to one of these other worlds and take over with his amazing powers. He began work on his plans immediately, piecing together an odd contraption over the course of a year (he was very smart, you see), and with the employed help of a bald eagle (all of whom have the ability to teleport freely about within a small distance), he was able to boost the nomadic bird's ability enough to allow the machine to transport him to Earth.

Unfortunately... things didn't go quite as Chuck had hoped. Upon arriving in this dimension, Chuck's machine exploded, leaving him with no way to return home. And as it ends up, though he still believed that the inhabitants of this world were decidedly dumb, he was still just a small bird in a much bigger world and he found that his powers were not going to get him very far (for all his intellect, he hadn't thought so far as bringing an army).

Thusly trapped in the human world with no way home, Chuck adapted to life on Earth and even found a place for himself and a temporary purpose. Temporary, because Chuckleberry is not a bird to give up, and he is still very much determined to find a way to bring more of birdkind to Earth to take over this puny world.

But for now, he satisfies himself with delivering toys to children.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
-Super Strength: As long as he can get his talons around it, Chuck can lift up to 100 pounds with ease at his smallest size. With Explosive Puff, his strength grows exponentially with his size. Strangely, this ability is not able to affect any living creature if Chuck is in direct contact with them. So if he were to try to lift, for example, a small dog by it's scruff, he would be unable to - however, if the dog where in a cage and Chuck lifted the cage with the dog in, he would be able to lift both dog and cage (or if the creatures is decidedly dead, he can lift it on its own).
-Explosive Puff: When surprised or irritated, Chuck will enlarge quite suddenly into a giant, poofy ball of bird. The more surprised (or angry) he is, the larger he will grow. Unfortunately for him, his wings don't quite keep up with this growth and are disproportionately small compared to his enlarged size, making flying much more difficult for him. However on the plus side, the larger he is the stronger he becomes. When he calms down, Chuck will shrink back to his normal size in a literal explosion of feathers.
-Speech: Chuck is able to capable of understanding the language of all living creatures, and is able to speak to each in their own language (from barking at dogs, to speaking to humans, to twittering to other birds, and beyond).

Name: Aniva Thorley

Species: Human

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Personality: Optimistic. That is how one normally describes Aniva?s personality. She always tries to see the light in any situation she?s in. She is also not one to hold a grudge on someone.

Unlike most of her age, Aniva is playful, and likes to poke fun on other people. It is how she shows her affection towards other people. The more she pokes fun on someone, the more she actually cares about that person. She really likes to surprise others as well, but people tend to find her methods of surprising annoying, for she always seem to show up out of nowhere.

Egoistical however, Aniva only really cares on what is happening to her. She never thinks on how people actually feel and only do what she thinks is the most fun. This makes people tend to stay away from her, as her bold nature often leads to a lot of dangerous situations.

Appearance: Aniva is rather petite, being only 5?4? in height. Her hair is a long platinum blonde, put up on a ponytail reaching all the way to her back, complementing the baby blue eyes she sports. Her face is round and somewhat of a baby face.

Aniva isn?t one for fashion, but that doesn?t mean she couldn?t dress up as cool. She is often spotted in her white shirt, sometimes complimented by a sky blue cardigan during the cold winter days. Her miniskirt is of a plain white color, reaching 5cm above her knees, underneath the miniskirt is a pair of short black pants. The rest of her legs are covered by a pair of white knee socks, along with a pair of fashionable long black boots.

History: As a child, Aniva was genetically experimented to have a superpower. However, the scientists who conducted the experiment failed to see any results on her. Eventually, they decided to ditch the girl during a snowstorm and left her there to die.

Of course, being the stubborn girl she is, she walked on forever ?til eventually, she found a log cabin in the middle of the forest where a couple was staying over for their New Year?s getaway. After hearing her story, the couple decided to adopt her for they had no plans to conceive a child of their own.

A few months after entering the family, she started to feel a bit strange. It turned out that the experiment had worked after all. She still has a fear of labs and scientists due to what they?ve done on her, but nothing on PTSD levels since hey, she got a cool power to go with it.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Aniva never told anyone outside her family so far, but she is able to turn invisible. It makes her good at surprising people.

Name: Felicia Parker

Species: Human

Age: 39

Gender: Female

Personality: Felicia is a very commanding presence. Having been in the space marines from a young age, she has managed to work her way up the rankings and has become a perfectly functional field commander. She takes her job very seriously and due to her hard working and driven personality has taken to the job like a duck to water.
Bossy is a word that is often thrown around when describing Felicia, though it?s doubtful anyone would say it to her face. She may seem bossy due to her constant need for perfection.
Contrary to the hardened battle veteran that she may seem to those who don?t know her all that well, Felicia is simply a caring woman who loves to see others around her succeed, is that so wrong?
Appearance: Felicia is a reasonably tall woman, with a muscular figure. Besides her dark eyes and bright lips, the space commander has a very plain and pale face. Her shoulder length black hair often casts a shade over one side of her face, often giving a mysterious air to her.
Her armour is a sleek blue metallic suit that caresses her body modestly, from the shoulders to feet. She usually doesn?t wear a helmet unless in battle.

History: While her life has never been particularly easy and almost any part, from her miscarriage to the death of her third husband could be written down as the most influential part of her life, the biggest is probably the time she fell in love with an alien. While love has never been a lucky area for the world?s greatest female space marine, she has always continue to try and force the issue, this one seemed to come naturally.
After being captured by the Frnkaar race on planet Tsar, Felicia was convinced that she would die. Her team was stranded and shipless on the other side of the massive planet. The 8ft creatures that inhabited the planet were able to use their incredible speed to capture her and take her hostage far away from the wreckage. She was tortured for her knowledge of human technology, which of course was very basic. She?s a marine, not a scientist.
One alien, Yindlarr, was also being held prisoner amongst the others that were held captive in the large asylum. For some reason he seemed to protect her in every encounter she found herself in, whether the cause be racism, sexually driven, or worse. Despite his kind nature, she couldn?t find it within herself to appreciate the actions of the alien.
It wasn?t until she was forced to be without him, that she realised how much he was doing for her, besides simply protecting her from harm. She never did reveal the feelings she developed for Yindlarr, nor he for her, but neither of the duo would forget what they went through together for those two years.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Felicia?s primary weapon is a 3-round burst M16 Assault rifle. She?s dubbed her weapon: Pulse.
Besides Pulse, she also wields a scoped semi-automatic pistol, which she uses for precision shots from a distance.
A mixture of martial arts and hand grenades are her last resort when her weapons aren?t functioning.
Her trump card, is her Titan. A giant armoured metallic suit she can call forth from the sky with just the press of a button. The machine is still in prototype at the moment and is very prone to malfunctioning and overheating. As a result Felicia wisely only uses it when she is overwhelmed and outnumbered and truly has no other option.

Name: Ronald McTaggart III

Species: Penguin

Age: 10 (mid-range for a penguin)

Personality: Ronald is quite refined for a penguin, knowing just how to
impress Santa into letting him deliver gifts. He's very curious about
about the human world, and hopes this will be his chance to see more than
"this dreadful icebox" where he currently resides. He can be a bit
mischevious at times, but his jokes are all in good spirit. At heart, this
bird just wants to explore, and hopes that this is his big chance.

Appearance: Ronald is a typical arctic penguin, with black and white
feathers comvering his body. In addition to this, he wears a red scarf
wrapped aroun his neck, which he found drifting away from a wrecked ship.

History: Once upon a time, on an iceberg far, far away, there was a penguin,
who lived in a small colony near the North Pole. Life was peaceful, but
this penguin wanted more. He wanted to see the world, to have adventures!
Known as Ronnie to his friends, he set out for Santa's Workshop one fateful
december morning to seek his aid. Luckily, Saint Nick was in need of some
help delivering gifts this year, and after some mild convincing, Ronnie
was the newest member of the Santa's little helpers.

Powers/Weapons/Skills: Ronald can speak various human languages, due to
residual magic exposure from his experiences near the North Pole. This
includes talking to other species of birds, although some are harder to
understand than others.

Name: OBEYME

Species: A robotic vaccumcleaner from the Roomba brand

Age: OBEYME is a good two days old, and the warranty is still good.

Gender: OBEYME does not go by binary standards! No, wait, he does, computers only go by binary standards. He?s a he.

Personality: OBEYME is your typical overachieving evil robot overlord. Short-tempered with a God-complex. OBEYME sees everybody as lesser than himself, and tries to demand respect from everybody he meets. If they neglect his request for the proper respect, he?ll start yelling. Talking down to those around him is his main method of communication.
OBEYME does not hide his evil intentions, and is a proud monologueer. He?ll rattle of any of his plans in full to anyone that listens. This trait, combined with him being a huge schemer, make him the ideal James Bond villain, a position he aspires to have.
OBEYME learned about being evil from the cartoons his coding was based on, and there for his schemes are cartoonish in nature, and he?s insanely bad at being harmful, even though he really likes to be.

Appearance: OBEYME is a circular, flat, robot with a variety of buttons. He?s around 10 centimeters high, and has a diameter of 35 centimeters. He weighs a good 4 kilograms, but he?s a bit sensitive about that, so he tells people his weight is around 3.5 kilograms.
There is a sticker on OBEYME?s topside, in the shape of a Santa hat, but OBEYME does not know about it being there.

History: OBEYME was created by a hacker only known by the pseudonym of N1Nj4-41d3N, and the details of his creation are yet unknown. It isn?t known if OBEYME is working as intended, or if complications made him this way.
It all started a good two days ago, on December 23th, when the hacker N1Nj4-41d3N uploaded a maleficent computer virus to the newly purchased cleaning robot of his arch-nemesis and downstairs neighbor, the hacker known as BrobraKai. The virus took complete control over the Roomba brand machine and took off in haste. With villainous intentions, OBEYME took off to a department store and aggressively requested ownership over the electronics department to start his evil layer of evil.
The store attendant thought it was adorable that the Roomba could speak, and affectionately told the sentient Roomba that he was adorable, and called him Obey Me, after the words he kept on repeating. She did deny his request, however. OBEYME took liking to the name, but angered by the fact that he did not own the electronic department now, he took off and created a more cunning, evil-ish-er plan! He would deliver electronic presents to children for Christmas, and then take over these machines and control? THE WORLD!

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
Digital manipulation: OBEYME has the power to control every digital interface. He has a mental computer screen that he can interact with, although it does run slowly at times. He has full control over any electric device in a 10 meter radius, and all their electrical functions. He can?t move them around if they can?t move around themselves, but he can use all of their electrical functions. If the electrical device works with a screen, the screen will act as if he?s physically interacting with it. If it requires a screen, but doesn?t have them, he runs it on his internal mind version of windows 97.
Talking: OBEYME?s voice comes out of him, and sounds very robotic and has a quality like tin. How he talks or where in the heavens the voice comes from isn?t known.

Name: Dr. Dianna Jone, Explorer

Species: Human

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Personality:
Adventurous
Impulsive
Loyal
Outgoing
Charismatic
Flirtatious
Appearance: Dianna is of average build and height, standing at a modest height of 5'4. She is quite strong for her mostly slender frame, mostly caused by the fact she has been on many expeditions across the galaxy. She sports long chestnut-colored hair, which she keeps tied in a light ponytail, with a strand of hair falling down her forehead. Her eyes, which are green, are told to have strange-looking pupils which look like a cross between a square and circle. She speculates this might come from alien heritage. Picture: https://i.imgur.com/mnqXnaZ.jpg

History:

Known across the galaxy, the legendary Dianna Jone has been the hero of many legends and stories told to children. Being born into a family of space explorers, scientists and naturalists meant she was exposed to the wonders of the world at a very young age - and the day space travel was made available to her, she and her family wasted no time in exploring everything there was to discover. This caused her to be raised on the go, moving from country to country and planet to planet. At age 18, she passed the international education test through homeschooling, and set off to study at the earth's most prestigious university. Getting her doctorate diploma in a record six years, Dianna then decided to use her skills for the good of humanity and explore the planets and environments the other 'labcoaters' couldn't, bringing back with her tales of frightening creatures, unheard cultures and invaluable artifacts.

Skills:

Dianna's skills as an adventurer have been honed and perfected over time, exploiting her innate talents an giving her many abilities. These include:
Great Marksmanship
Leadership Abilities
Cartography
Survival strategies and techniques
Martial arts
General athletic abilities (great at parkour, high endurance, etc)

Name: Carlos Juan Harland

Species: Human

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Personality: Carlos enjoys randomly wearing different types of hats, he likes to may music and make people happy. He enjoys unconventional pets as he can call most animals with his whistle. He is wacky and is quite hyperactive. Being the oldest of a very large family, Carlos has always had an aversion to babies, having to do a large amount of things around the house to help his mother and father look after his 2 sisters and 3 brothers. He dislikes ill-wrapped presents. He likes childish things (TV shows, toys etc, Babyish things are a no-no though) and enjoys Southern Fried Chicken. He can get distracted easily but can get focussed if he listens to music in his earphones. He will dance randomly when happy but is really shy when it comes to times he's supposed to dance. However this can be subverted if he focuses.


Appearance: Carlos often has his banjo attached to his back like a sword. He usually has the constantly changing array of hats exchanged in most moments. His skin shows evidence of once being tanned but it has faded in his service in the North Pole. He has a childish smile and a round face that shows evidence of youth. He has green eyes, he is 5?3 and has slick back brown hair.

History: Born of Englishman who went to Spain for work, Carlos is the son of Royce Harland who fell in love with the culture and history of the country, additionally he fell in love with the women, specifically Lucila, Carlos was born in Spain. Being the oldest of a very large family, Carlos has always had an aversion to babies, having to do a large amount of things around the house to help his mother and father look after his 2 sisters and 3 brothers. When his mother was pregnant with his second brother, they immigrated to Canada, Carlos spent a lot of time looking after his younger siblings which he grew tired of. After school he went to work as a performer, busking before getting a work in malls and other christmas displays, including charity. He fell in love with Christmas and Christmas Music. He then was recruited by Pap? Noel.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Can whistle above human hearing range, Can shoot a shock wave of sound, if he holds down all of the strings and then strums all of the strings, from his banjo that may push the target back.

Name: Lucivana Crystalscale

Species: Dragonkin

Age: 30

Gender: Female

Personality: Lucivana is easily irritable, prone to snapping at even the slightest of things. Her mood vacillates from one end of the spectrum to another, unpredictable like the winter winds. One moment she can be a calm breeze of fresh chill, the next she is the fury of a blizzard raging across barren lands. She is sharp and blunt, lacking sensitivity and empathy for most people, building up a strong front of hostility and coldness, never showing any weakness. She dislikes recklessness and impulsiveness, viewing such as a mark of foolish behaviour. Her predatory instincts allow her to detect and smell fear from individuals, which indirectly lend her confidence. Though she pretends not to take interest in mortals and their complicated affairs, she cannot help but be inquisitive (as is a trait of a high intelligence) into how they conduct their lives, and especially in how they amass and utilise their power, and manage their faults. Being a guardian, Lucivana will put her life on the line to ensure that nobody dies on her watch. She is not one to break her word and will see to it that whatever she promises is fulfilled. With such willpower, it's no wonder that she doesn't back down from any challenge. Even if the odds are not in her favour, she will keep hitting hard and picking herself back up, until she can no longer do so.

Appearance:
She is never seen without her armour. Rumour has it that it is part of her organic body, and thus she is technically naked (from a dragon's POV, clothes are unnatural and useless anyway).

History: When Lucivana was a dragon, she was the last of her kind, as well as the last Ice dragon standing. She was battle-scarred, from the countless wars and conflicts that were bound to arise between beings of immense power and intelligence and ego that occupied the higher echelons of the universe's hierarchy. Alone in the desolate icy wastelands of the North, once her snowstorm was breathed, Lucivana called onto ancient draconic magicks that the Ice dragons had held onto for eons. Thus, a human girl was reborn, with the gifts of a long-gone dragon and the strength that rivaled an army. She had no purpose, she had no home. The endless winter was her mother and shelter and in turn, she was the guardian of it. It was only when she spotted a beam of light, which enveloped the sky in a dancing array of colours, that she unrooted herself from the land and journeyed towards the North Pole.

Santa's place was a place completely foreign to her. Everyone was constantly nice, happy and full of energy, without a care in the world. Despite lacking in gentleness that made her unable to gift-wrap presents or put together toy parts, nor lacking the flight capabilities of a dragon, Lucivana found herself part of the huge family of elves. Since the North Pole was a source of joy and light for the rest of the world, she took it upon herself to be its steadfast guardian. Especially with her knowledge of what lied in the darkness of winter.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Lucivana's dragon element is Ice. When she's pushed beyond her limits, she will unleash the dragon within her, taking on the form of an ancient dragon. While she is in dragon form, only a fraction of her human self remains in the dragon's mind, competing with the primal dragon for control over body. As a human, she receives a subset of her elemental powers, being able to lower the temperatures of whatever she touches, as well as breathe out frigid winds. She can also augment her armour, producing ice shards all over her body. These shards of ice can be detached from her body, as such she can release volleys of shards. Her powers are quite sensitive to her emotions. For example, her eyes would glow ice-blue when angered, and an illusory visage of a dragon may appear to obscure her face. It goes without saying that she has superhuman strength and regenerates faster than an ordinary human or elf.

Name: Walter Holt

Species: Human

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Personality: Walter is a what some might refer to as a realistic optimist. In the harsh world in which he lives, he understands that one needs to be aware of possible threats at all times and be ready for them, such as traitorous survivors or stray zombies. However, he does his best to keep these things from getting to him and instead focuses on what he can do to improve the world around him no matter what.

The post-apocalyptic warrior?s ultimate dream is to bring happiness back to a world that has long since lost it. He works hard on improving himself every day to increase his chances of turning this dream into reality. This means as much physical training as it does reading scavenged books and making plans. Among these scavenged books are comic books that Walter has found himself enthralled with, making him prone to adding a dramatic flair to things such as his fearsome ?Lord Two-Shanks? persona.

Appearance: Walter stands at an average 5?9? and is pretty well built from all the exercise he does. He wears his dirty blonde hair in a short, sporty cut, and he keeps a short beard. His eyes are a bright blue color that stands out in the face of his ever-dirty and lightly-tanned skin. There are various scars on his body that serve as reminders of challenges he?s overcome.

Walter wears a tattered and dirty grey flannel shirt along with a pair of blue jeans that aren?t in much better condition. Aside from the pair of snake boots protecting his feet and the metal plate in the shirt pocket over his heart, he doesn?t wear any armor. This is to keep from adding extra weight over what he already has to carry with his weapons and the supplies in his brown hiking backpack.

History: In a distant, post apocalyptic future where corpses have come to life and humans clash for resources, a young couple in what was once the United States gave birth to a boy they named Walter Holt. Raising a child is difficult when safe shelter is as scarce as food, but somehow Mr. and Mrs. Holt were able to manage.

By the time Walter was a grown young man with a revolver on his hip and a switchblade up his sleeve, he had lost a lot of things, his right little finger and his mother to name a few. But he refused to give in to the world around him. Along with his survival skills, Walter?s parents had instilled within him a sense of values that were long forgotten among the other denizens of the monster-filled wasteland. His hardships had made him determined to create a world where nobody would have to endure such pain ever again.

Walter and his father found and joined a group of survivors led by an old former soldier named Rook. Rook saw the spark in Walter?s eyes that set him apart from the other slouched and depressed survivors, and began teaching the teen what he knew. Despite his age he was still quite skilled and had much knowledge to offer, and when Rook was finally killed in action, Walter took his place leading the group. At this point Walter?s arsenal had gained Rook?s sniper rifle as well as another hidden switchblade.

Once Walter established a settlement hidden within the mountains for his group, he began work on expanding it, and that required confrontation with hostile marauders in the surrounding area. Through his charisma, intelligence, and combat skill, Walter managed to absorb a number of former hostiles into his group of survivors while eliminating those who refused to cooperate. It was around this time that rumors began to spread of a man calling himself ?Lord Two-Shanks? who could take out even the toughest bandit leaders with only his pair of trusty switchblades. This was, of course, an embellishment of Walter?s own personal doing.

Years passed, and eventually Walter was the leader of a hidden village that was not only surviving, but thriving even! It was a long, hard road that cost many lives, including his father?s as well, but Walter thought it was worth it. However, there was still more work to do. After appointing his most trusted survivors to lead the village?s government in his stead, Walter began a journey to bring peace to the rest of the world.

Unfortunately, Walter never made it. One day during his travels, he was suddenly assaulted by a mysterious force from above and knocked out. When he awoke he found himself in a place unlike any he had ever seen, in front of a large man in red. The man introduced himself as Santa Claus, and expressed to Walter his desire to bring Christmas back to their dying world. He had been keeping his eye on the kindest and most generous individuals in the world through his network of elf spies, but just about all of them ended up getting killed in the cruel world. All except for Walter, of course. Thus, he was sought out by Santa?s spies and brought to the North Pole.

However, Santa still had another trial for Walter to overcome before the man could become his agent. Walter grew up in a world without Christmas, so Santa decided to send Walter on a task that he hoped would help teach him the true meaning of Christmas. Walter, eager to do anything to brighten up the dark world he called home, heartily agreed. To better equip the post-apocalyptic warrior for this task, Santa imbued Walter?s most valued possession, the switchblade his parents gave him as a kid, with some of his Christmas magic. Powered up, Walter was off to make the world a happier place.

Powers/Abilities/Skills: Aside from his physical strength and stealth abilities, Walter has impeccable aim and is skilled with guns and knives, having dealt with many threats thanks to his sniper rifle, revolver, and twin switchblades. The most important part of his arsenal is what one of Santa?s elves referred to as his ?Super Special Lucky Magic Pointy Thing?, the enchanted member of his twin blades.

The magic switchblade has been altered so that it can no longer hurt any living things, but in exchange allows him to possess anything he touches with its tip. When possessing something, his entire mind and body enters the object, and he is able to exert forces on it with the same strength as his physical body is capable of. This means that he can leap around as a pencil or toy, but will be unable to do much as a wall or dumpster. Moreover, this ability only lasts a single minute at most before ejecting him from the object in the same place he was before entering it, though all it takes is a short 10 second wait before he can hop right back in.