Name: Rakansen
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
*Species: Tiger?
Alignment: Good
Personality: Rakansen, whose name translates almost directly to “Dragon Mage”, is one of the founders of the secretive association of mages known as the Covenant. He is not often seen, and even less often heard; however, he makes his appearance where and when he is needed.
Rakansen has rarely, if ever, spoken of himself; a creature of few words, it’s extremely difficult to know his true emotions. His greatest concerns, not surprisingly, seem to be of the survival and well-being of the Covenant and those of whom it is comprised. Seemingly to complement his respectable standing, he has taken up a sort of lofty, foreboding disposition: he is the kind of creature to look upon others with crossed arms and cold, emotionless eyes, and to give commands solely by a calm, confident gesture. However, this is not the case when dealing with individual Covenantines, which is the name he uses to refer to his subordinates; while he does expect his lessers to practice, to study, and to learn from others, he will, from time to time, act as a teacher of his own choice. He is a fair and unbiased arbiter when his judgement is needed, and customarily follows the principle of “innocent until proven guilty”, though he spares little mercy upon those who have ultimately been proven guilty.
Appearance: With an impressive standing height of six feet, ten inches, it’s somewhat difficult not to look up to Rakansen to look him in the eye. His fur is the reverse of what a normal tiger’s fur would look like: he has black fur with orange stripes, as opposed to orange with black. Outside of battle, he wears the traditional silvery-white cloak of the Covenant, marked only with a black crescent embracing the association’s insignia to denote his high-ranking status. On the battlefield, however, he wears several elements (though rarely, if ever, a full suit) of armour over and under his cloak, which consist of protection for his torso, his thighs, and his left forearm, and are coloured with the same patterns as the fur underneath. He only wears this much so that he is able to retain his catlike swiftness in dispatching his enemies.
Weapons: In battle, Rakansen wears a long gauntlet on his right hand and forearm that strongly resembles the head and neck of a dragon. From the hand within this gauntlet, he fires large projectiles, some almost rivaling their creator in size, that again resemble the head of a dragon, and are translucent and dark purple in colour.
Special Powers: Rakansen is able to teleport across comparatively short distances several successive times in a row with relative ease, in any direction, whether on the ground or in the air.
Quote: “I’d ask, but I don’t care.”

Name: Ruhiel (Orpheus King)
Age: Unknown; younger than Rakansen
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
Personality: Ruhiel, the second founding figure of the Covenant, is considerably less military than his compatriot, Rakansen. He is often thought of as the tiger mage’s second-in-command; he does not resent his position, though the designation is not entirely accurate, as Ruhiel is no less than Rakansen’s equal in skill, knowledge, diligence, and discipline.
Despite that he is less fond of the concept of rank and file than Rakansen, and that he has want of neither fame nor renown, Ruhiel can be aptly described as a perfectionist and a pedant, as well as extremely devoted to the Covenant and its workings. He was once termed the symbol of the mage coalition by one of his lessers, a designation which he seems to be quite proud of. He appears to be one of the decisive influences that keep the Covenant running like a well-known machine; in fact, it is rumoured that Rakansen, widely known as the head of the Covenant, exchanged positions with Ruhiel sometime in the past, retaining his recognition while secretly relying on his younger companion to govern the association in his stead.
Ruhiel is the mind behind the conception of Csikos, whose origin was brought about by the death of Ruhiel’s cousin in the naissance of the evil Mental. He says that he harbours sentiment of neither grievance for his cousin, nor vengeance upon her matricidal creation, and engineered Csikos solely to protect innocents from the demonic creature; whether or not he speaks the truth regarding his emotions is unknown.
Appearance: Ruhiel’s fur, for the most part, is snowy white, excepting for the purple, ribbon-like markings around his head, torso, wrists, and ankles. His eyes are a brilliant royal blue, and give the impression that he can see right through whoever he is looking at. He is slightly taller than most other rabbits, but not so much so that he becomes a looming, imposing figure.
When it comes to clothing, he is a purist to the white Covenant’s robe, simply refusing to wear anything else. He has protected it with a thin, subtle veil of magical shielding, so that it is not easily damaged; if and when it is, he sets about repairing it at the first opportunity he sees.
Weapons: After some deliberation amongst the Covenant leaders, Ruhiel was permitted to arm himself with the Sword of the Covenant, a majestic blade honed so finely by magic that its edges are no more than an atom in thickness. Its size indicates that it requires the use of two hands to be swung properly, though Ruhiel only uses one.
Special Powers: Ruhiel is capable of effortlessly floating in midair without any evident method of doing so.
Quote: “As usual, I have a better idea.”

Name: Miss Fortune (Jessica Silver)
Age: 19
Gender: Female
*Species: Generic Feline
Alignment: Good
Personality: Jessica is a dark, somewhat introverted creature, who seems to hold a lot of secrets. She tries not to get too attached to anything or anyone, knowing that if she does, that thing or one stands an even greater risk of falling prey to what she refers to as her “jinx”.
Known more widely as Miss Fortune, Jessica was cursed even before she was born, inheriting the malevolent spell from her mother, upon whom it was originally laid. The curse states simply that bad things, inexplicable things, would have a tendency to happen around her. Sometimes these things will be as harmless as a lightbulb suddenly bursting; however, there have been far worse events than these, likely also caused by the curse, such as a six-foot steel spike crashing out of the blue through a window to impale her erstwhile best friend through the chest. She often, if not always, seems to blame herself for these happenings, and as such her self-esteem is minimal at best.
Nevertheless, Miss Fortune makes herself useful to her comrades, by being a spy or a double agent. She reasons that these positions have the greatest likelihood of getting her behind enemy lines, and if bad things happen around her then, it doesn’t matter.
Miss Fortune also goes by a second pseudonym; she tells her false allies to refer to her as Chance, to doubly mask her identity. She will respond to either nickname (in fact, more readily than her real name).
Appearance: Miss Fortune’s fur is a very dark shade of grey, and her long, black hair is tied into a single braided ponytail, of which one of the braids is dyed blood red, the only part of her form that is not monochrome, apart from her hazel-green eyes. Her ears end in scruffy white tufts, as does her tail, and there are white markings, that look to have been drawn in chalk, on her cheeks. She typically wears a light grey t-shirt under a black leather jacket, as well as jeans that may once have been blue, but are now faded to grey. A silver earring marks both of her ears. It is also interesting to note that she occasionally lacks a shadow.
Weapons: Her curse. While she does not particularly take to open battle, and carries no physical weaponry, Miss Fortune uses her jinx to her advantage in up-ending the plans of her “allies”.
Special Powers: In a desperate attempt to be rid of her curse, Miss Fortune visited a dark magess, who cast a spell on her with the intent to purge the malevolent jinx from her. While the spell did not do what it had intended at all, it inadvertantly gave her full control over her shadow, which she has dubbed Silhouette. She can use it as a scout or a decoy if needed, but she usually keeps it nearby.
Quote: “I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.”