Anevay Chavis {WIP}

Full Name: Anevay Chavis

Age: Appears to be in her early twenties, but has existed for approximately eight centuries.

Blood Type: Ītādorīmu have no blood type to speak of, as their blood is not like the blood of humans. Instead, the life-blood that flows through their skin is coloured white and when released evaporates into a toxin. The toxin varies between creatures, but Anevay’s causes nausea and possibly amnesia.

Ethnicity: イータードリーム {Ītādorīmu}

A species not native to this world, the Ītādorīmu are said to come from the realm of dreams, or as many call it, Dreamscape. The creatures known to devour nightmares bear jet-black skin, three hearts, and two stomachs, though they do not need natural foods to sustain their hunger. Ītādorīmu vary from males to females.

Females tend to be 7 feet tall on average, with slim, cloven feet { they have two toes, and a third bone spike used as a sort of heel.} The tail of the female Ītādorīmu tends to be sharp and spiney, with a spade on the end. The spines on the tail of the female possess paralyzing toxins. They have leathery, boney wings that are not retractable like the wings of the male Ītādorīmus, though it is possible to fold the wings tight against the small of the back, allowing females to put clothing over their wings, though most Ītādorīmu are proud of their race and have no intentions of keeping them concealed. Females will always have two horns protruding from their head of varying sizes, the size representing their power occasionally.

Males tend to be 9 feet on average, with larger cloven feet. They have more thicker and muscular tails, which commonly are covered in spikes. Males have much larger feathery wings, sometimes spanning as far as three grown men, if they were lying on their sides. It is common for men to have 2-6 wings, while female Ītādorīmu will only have two. Another difference in amounts would be the horns on their heads. Males have two sets of horns, also varying in size, though almost always one set is larger than the other.

The Ītādorīmu have a fear-inducing toxin within their skin. The Ītādorīmu are able to release this as gas whenever they see fit, but the most potent is when the skin is broken. It can be released in liquid form, where it is a silvery-grey, though it is not to be mistaken for their stark white blood. However, it clots instantly as it releases its toxins into the air. This clotted substance can be recycled if the Ītādorīmu in question simply breathes over it. This is due to a secondary element within the breath of the beings that forces the toxin to become liquid once more.

The Ītādorīmu have something one could call a ‘thick skin’. It is more resistant to being punctured by projectiles, blades, and other sharp objects, unlike the skin of a human. In the way of blunt objects, the bruises of the Ītādorīmu turn a greyish colour, actually lightening their usually black pallor.

They also have an advanced parotid, or salivary gland system that delivers a sort of poison that paralyzes the victim with fear, and many others that would be too painful to go into detail. Hair colour for both males and females are always white, but fade slowly to black as they age. Eye colours can be blue, green, grey, red, purple or black, but they fade to a transparency with age.

Current Resident: Of the Twilight Village.

Title/Rank: Genin of the Twilight

Family: Chayton Chavis; Twin/Lover.

Sex: Female.

Height: 7’5”

Weight: 165 lbs {Including wing and tail weight.}

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Hair: A silvery-white, Anevay’s hair is curly, ending about mid-back, though it is always held up in Lolita curls on the sides of her head.

Eyes: From a distance, Anevay’s eyes appear red, but upon closer inspection it can be seen that they are silver, nearly white, with what appears to be blood-splatters of red marked around the iris.

How does s/he dress: Though Anevay has no interest in fashion, she prefers wearing loose, non-restricting garments, if anything at all. If anything, her style is just a tad ‘lolita’.

Accessories: A white studded band wrapped around her left leg.

Personality: {To be added}

Back story:

In the Depths of the Dreamscape were two twins, of a demonic nature. Born of the darkest of Dreams, Desires, Thoughts and Aspirations, were Chayden and Anevay Chavis. As Ītādorīmu, the two were sustained by the terror and fear wrought from nightmares for many years. Eventually, though, when you lived off the terror of others, things got awfully dull.

Chayden sat in a classic thinking pose, looking out over the Dreamscape with a bored expression. He flicked his snowy white hair back into place, just barely falling over his eyes. Their purple depths seemed a bit glossy, however. Today was just so DULL.

He turned as his keen ears picked up the click of his sister’s heels. “Hey, Vay.”

“Hey hey, Chay”. Walking up behind him, she peered over his shoulder, wings flapping slightly, which would ruffle the hair he had just re-aligned. Smirking, she tried to follow the direction he was staring at. “What’re you lookin’ at?”

“Nothing. That’s just it.” Calmly, he fixed his hair once more, his violet gaze studying the swirling shapes of the Dreamscape. “There’s nothing new but ‘pretty colours’. I’m bored.” He sighed, playing with the tie at his neck. He wondered what it was that they could possibly do here, in a place that was ever-changing, yet oh so... Static.

“You’re always bored, Chay”, she grumbled, draping her hands around his neck. Her attempts to cheer him up would of course, be fruitless, but she was known Soras hard-headed. Sighing as her tail coiled around her feet, she watched the swirls of new colours, her lips pursing. “...Well. Dreams don’t originate from Dreamscape. Right?”

“Right.” He closed his eyes, no longer able to continue looking at such a boring sight. “Vay. I wanna get out of here. Let’s go.” Abruptly, he stood, the tip of his tail flicking... He almost knocked her flat on her back. “There’s gotta be something else. Where do the dreams come from? Who’s out there to dream them? To feel the fear that we need...?” Turning back to her, his eyes shone with determination. “Let’s go find that place, Vay. I’m sick of this one.”

“Nysos!” Anevay swore the name of the alleged ‘King’ of Dreamscape as she nearly fell on her rump, her tail pushing her back onto her feet at the last moment. Couldn’t he at least warn her when he did things like that? Stifling a yawn, she glanced skeptically up at her brother. “Of course they come from somewhere, Chay. The fear we taste can’t create itself- but how are we supposed to find that place? Magic? ” She was taunting him, yes, but her curiosity was piked. What was there beyond the Dreamscape?

He grinned at her, his slightly pointed teeth stark white behind his black-as-pitch lips. “Magic? Whoever said anything about that? I say we ‘track’ it. Follow the fear to it’s source, aye?”

Anevay was silent for a moment, tail flicking back and forth impatiently. “...’Track it’?” She repeated, her red-spotted eyes flickering from the shimmering landscape and Chayden. “Possible. It’s possible”, she murmured, gnawing on one of her long, silvery nails. “...Imagine it, Chay. The source of fear must be huge, for so many creatures of Dreamscape to gorge so selfishly on it. Will there not be hundreds, maybe thousands of things to feed from?” Her eyes seemed to glaze thinking about such a thing and all the possibilities it brought.

“‘Course. Why do you think I want to get out there so bad?” He chuckled lightly, patting her stomach. “Don’t want you to lose that perfect figure of yours though, sister-dearest... Maybe we should stay here.” Wickedly, his grin widened, and he plopped back down. He wondered if she’d take the bait...

Almost instantly, her glazed look was ripped away and replaced with fury. “Me? Lose this?” She gestured to herself momentarily before turning her rage back to her brother. “Hardly. I have some control, Chacha, dear. I think it’s your own figure you should be worrying about”.

He visibly twitched at that little jab; she could see it. Chacha? Really? “Me? No, ma'am. This is all muscle. Care to see all of it?” He twisted slightly to grin nonchalantly at her then, as if him offering to get butt naked for her was a perfectly normal thing.

Her eyebrow rose slightly, a smirk of sorts worming it’s way onto her lips, barely visible against her dark skin. “Now now, I’ve seen that before. I think you’re developing a fear gut”, she teased with a wink, a silent chuckle on her lips. “But it’ll just get worse if you laze around here all day, Chay, although I am rather sure we could burn that off... Would that not distract from your desire to track the fear? I’m sure it’s better then just letting you sit around, getting love handles”.

Now, it wasn’t common for Chayden to get flushed with anger. In fact, he almost never did. His cheeks actually visibly paled, his eyes hardening a tad. “Just you wait, my little Vay. I’ll soon have you with nothing to say but my name upon your lips.” The scary part was, he was dead serious. His tone had dropped lower than his usual playful, a hint of the demonic entering it... However, he visibly brightened as he stood back up, whacking his sister with his tail once more (take that!). “But! I’ll do that another time, though I know you want it. ~wink~

“Let’s go!” Grabbing her hand, he whisked her toward the end of the cliff. His wings, all ebony feathers and swirls of demonic energies, appeared from his back. He launched off the cliff with them half-formed, fearless... Plummeting a few hundred feet, he might’ve given Anevay a bit of a fright, but he didn’t really care. He let out a laugh as he lazily pumped his wings to join her, since she was no doubt already in the air. Just to piss her off, Chayden flew wingtip to wingtip with her, buffetting her with gale-force winds that her tiny little leatheries wouldn’t be able to handle well.

Anevay had no real time to react as she was whacked and then whisked off the end of the cliff, one of her several hearts catching in her throat before she realized she was being a dumbass because she did indeed have wings. Catching herself a a couple feet higher then Chayden dropped, her leathery wings flapped madly to steady her. She was livid at that point, and as Chayden flew up, she prepared to smack him with her tail, releasing a paralysing toxin when- no, he wouldn’t dare- but indeed he did come up beside her, flying wingtip to wingtip. Her anger turned to fear, surprise, and then went right back to anger again as the blasts of wind blasted her backwards, causing her to drop a hundred feet or so, swearing all the way.

Chayden laughed, curled up in a ball with a set of wings wrapped around him, spinning wildly to drop another few hundred feet. He hadn’t a clue why it was so amusing to torment his sister; it just was. However, he knew that once she got a hold of him, he was dead meat... Oh well, he was having fun.

With a couple powerful down-strokes, he shot forward, leaving Anevay quite far behind to compose herself (not that she would). He’d caught the scent of fear now, and he was latching himself onto it. It seemed almost like... A thread. Very faintly, he could see a tiny tear in the Dreamscape, where the thread of fear leaked from. Gorging himself as he went (He was STARVED), he saved only enough for his sister to follow. Widening the tear with a few slashes of his claws, Chayden then backed up a bit, before shooting forward, loosing his wings as he went. He knew they wouldn’t fit through.

Which, of course, left his sister far behind to wonder where the hell it was that he’d gone.

“Nysos!” Anevay’s string of curses continued on as her leather wings flapped tirelessly in an attempt to align her upright. Scowling as she righted herself, she tensed to lash out if Chayden was anywhere behind her, but he didn’t seem to be around here... Confused now, she glanced back and forth, looking for any sign of him. She was about to give up when she discovered the half-devoured fear. She smacked herself in the forehead for not noticing it before as she shot off, following and devouring the fear line as she went- they didn’t need anyone following them.

She followed through the rather large tear her brother had left in the Dreamscape, murmuring something about him being messy as she shot through it, her eyes widening as she lost control of her wings and began a tumble to the ground. She was falling for what seemed for ages, before she crashed onto Chayden, ignoring his comment on how much she weighed and pulling herself onto her feet. Around her everywhere was... colour. Not vibrant colour, like the Dreamscape but... organized color. Soft flowers covered the fields, trees swayed in the wind. It was all so different from what she was used to. “I don’t think we’re in Dreamscape anymore, Chay”.

“No shit, Sherlock”.