Name: Saevel
Full Name: Saevel
Pronunciation: SAY - vehl
Nickname: None
Race: Reaper
Birthday: February 16th
Age: 333
Gender: Genderless
Class: Gatherer
Deity: Tirrus, God of Death
Pets: None
Current Residence: Toran, Realm of the Dead

Height: 6'3"
Build: Average
Skin Tone: Ghostly Pale
Eyes: Black
Hair Color: White
Hair Length and Style: To Hips and Straight
Clothing Style: usually a plain black robe; for the ball, they will be wearing a black robe with silver runes embroidered upon it at Tirrus's insistence

Parents: None
Siblings: None
Spouse(s): None
Offspring: None
History: They were created by Tirrus when a plague suddenly hit the mortals, and the god needed more help in gathering souls. Their entire existence revolves around gathering the souls of the dead for the god they serve. Over the years, they have heard many stories from all races, and recently, they have begun to look for a companion to keep them company. Their ever increasing loneliness is what made Tirrus send them to the ball.

Abilities/Skills: Extreme Speed, Resistant to Illness, Gathering Souls
Personality: They are fully dedicated to their duties. They lack empathy for others but try to be kind when gathering souls. They are very factual and practical. Still, they desire a companion with whom they can converse and share burdens. They are rather indifferent to most things but rather enjoy the stars.

Non-Bonding Companions for the Ball: None

Meeting Notes (Written by Shard): Everyone here was living, well almost everyone, and that set Saevel apart. But their power over souls was actually... not as unique among the powerful of this group than the Gatherer expected. They did notice how many dead still lingered near the one exit, the one to the facility beyond called Rapture. Oh, not all of them had drowned, loitering on the sea floor with the pull of the tides not even reaching them. Some had died from violence or self inflicted passions, overdoses, odd power use that came from locally produced magical potions called Plasmids.

All of that, Saevel simply knew. They also knew how far from the sky, the stars, the heavens, this place was, at least the physical manifestation of it. It overlapped numerous dimensions, one of which was their own. The place probably wouldn't remain connected, of course. Saevel gave a nod of respect to the pair of human-appearing men nearby; they were not human, in any way, nor were their souls mortal. They both had extremely strong ties to this place, both magically and physically. One of them had resided here long before, the other - the same man from another dimension - had come with dragons.

And it was a dragon that sat, staring patiently, at Saevel, around three hours until midnight. It had very dark hide and black and white wings, a paler belly.
We are waiting, the dragon bespoke. Though there was a strange tug at Saevel's deepest self, the dragon's mind only brushed up against it, didn't invade nor push on it. We will continue to wait. You will see.

What Saevel did see was that this dragon was ... bonded to his very essence, delicately, gently. The dragon's mind was tired, well more exhausted than sleepy - though apparently the 'knockoffs' were engineered and created using machinery and magic, they still hatched out of shells and were still little baby dragons when all was said and done. Saevel gleaned that the word moving through their mind was a name: Hutamsh. Bigger versions of that dragon's siblings had... stars on their wings, or other such markings, so the stars were still in its blood. That, for whatever reason, pleased Saevel.

Now two, they wandered the floor silently. Sometimes, Saevel carried the dragonet, but it felt a little odd doing so. This was not a body, to be split from its essence. It would need care, which Saevel would certainly provide.

And me? Will you provide for me too? I would like to learn what you do. I see them too, the spirits. This dragon was almost as opposite as you could get from Hutamsh: upright, brightly white, but also bearing those checkerboard markings common to the ones that had been formed for reasons unknown.

Saevel understood that reason: because there were a lot of people here, who would benefit from this companionship, just like they were going to.

"Yunsheva," Saevel said, and the dragonet nodded once in reply.

Saevel has bonded with Hutamsh and Yunsheva!

Name: Hutamsh (HOO tamsh, -amsh is the clutch name for knockoffs, and will carry -TH end if promoted to Pawn for breeding purposes if desired)
Gender: Male
Size: 4'2" s/l/ws
Build: burly, sleek
Physical Features: Pernese/Pyrrhan, four legs, two wings, all with claws; strong neck; spaded tail with double row of spine/nubs; hide with scaled armor (spliced features carry as-is to any Pernese, may lapse to scaled with similar pair); face sharp with back-pointing horns, external ears, spike crest; eyes may be faceted or pupiled
Colors: Black Pawn 1, body richly black with dark silver-grey belly; armor alternates bright shiny white and black; wingsails bold checkerboard; horns white, claws black; eyes pupiled green
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence average 3 for most, 4 for one and 2 for one your choices
Abilities: 3 average ability with most things available to the clutch Pieces (Telepathy, Verbal Speech, local and nexus teleport, firebreath), however no added longevity and Stealth limited to 2 (this may change based on their bond choice)
Parents: Donor clutch Amrith + 50 Shades of Grey
Bond: Saevel, Voluntary Multibond

Name: Yunsheva (yoon she VAH, a mixture of the parents names, as apparently is now tradition for the dad's line; if bred into more complicated naming, readopt mother's ' or any other changes; their knockoffs end in -sheva and proudly display most of their traits)
Gender: Female
Size: 6'2" at head /l/ws bipedal
Build: muscular
Physical Features: Azon/Halloween Mutt, bipedal though often can run on all fours, with four legs and two main wings, with large claws on all; small hip-wings (nonfunctional), split-ended tail with spikes and poison stingers; angular head with external ears, sharp back swept horns, webbed head and neck spines; pupiled eyes
Colors: White Pawn 1, bright white body with muzzle and tail checkerboards, spikes are dark, horns and claws white, all webbing on neck and wingsails are checkerboard; dark green eyes
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence all average 3 with one being 2 and one more 4 your choices
Abilities: while the knockoffs are less skilled than their full size Piece siblings, the White Pawns can still use Spirit powers and Verbal Speech with ease (level 6), with 4 for Telepathy, local and nexus teleportation; and 2 for magical breath and poison stingers; if bred, they cannot pass the Void / Infernal powers of their Black Pawn siblings
Parents: Donor clutch Sheng Stac'ver + Vassago Thain
Bond: Saevel, Voluntary Multibond