Ok the only one left is Tidelwave but my character is not calm nor patent. Do I need to change my character or can you change his personality?

nope, that is just a sugestion to compliment the sylesti there it have shortcomings. But no need to match that.

Then I claim Tadlewave. May we start now?

doesn't that mean that there is more than 6 champions because i never picked a champion pet

Galrion of the Sapling / King / 80 / Male

The elderly man gazed out of the narrow window, his tired dark eyes looking through his white bushy eyebrows. The long white hair was collected into a braid resting on his back. His white bushy beard was probably the most impressive thing about the man. It is clear for everyone that the ancient king had seen his glorydays a loong time ago. His face covered in wrinkles just like his hands. Almost shaking by just standing up the old and aching body remembered its former strength. THe time in his life that he comanded his troops from the frontline, nowadays his strained body pained him day and night, and now, just a few weeks ago on the yearly autumn celebration a blackdressed man had tried to set fire to the oak, the oak that was a sign of their entire kingdom, their strength, their belives! THeir goddess! And the ****** dared to try liting it on fire?! As a soft warm fur youched his hand he looked down towards it, Regine, his golden lighra. As he looked through the small round room with only a throne in it, that however is enough as this is normally just for him as he is acting as a judge. In the room was alsoe Tidalwave, Kungbore, Poison Ivy, Fire Queen and Christopher Carrion. All his precious precious fabled sylesties. Suported by the golden lioness like sylesti named Regina he walked back to his throne and with a relifed sigh he sank down on the throne, resting his body. *I wonder were the champions I sent after are, they should all be here by now* he thought, clearly slightly anoyed at the young ones slow arivals. On his body he wore a green tunik covered with black saplings imbrodied on it, showing his clans colours and mark. Softand comfterbal trousers and a massive green, warm mantle covering his shoulders, varming the tired old body. On the back of the mantel there was a massive black sapling embrodid and at his hip, the sword he once so proudly had held and raised against any danger to him ... he no longer would manage to raise in a fight. He can raise it sure, but wield it in a fight? No way, that is just impossible for him as he is nowadays.

I can make you one :D no worries you will get a chapion pet.

(Me copy you! ^^ Is this okay?)


Marlo/ Huntress/ 17/ Female

The young girl was just outside the massive castle, she had been admiring it. She had never seen such a big building in all her life. She ran her figures through her slobbily, loosely braided hair feeling small and a little too grubby to go in. She was nervous about why the king would want her to come. She gave up on her hair and pulled her hood over her head. At least now I'm covering some of my grubby face too. She thought to herself making sure her shirt was at least tucked in. She hated dresses but now wish she was wearing one. Perhaps it would make her look like she belonged more. She sunddenly realized, to her great fear, she had gone from being earl to being almost late. She swung her bow over her shoulder starting to run. She had been told where the throne room was before, She almost ran into a few people and smiled as they yelled 'Slow down lad!' or something similar to her as she past. She tried to slow down as she neared the doors but the floor was quiet smooth and she hadn't been expecting that so she slid toward the door with her hands out stretched hoping to the goddess that it opened out. Her golden, brown eyes widened as her hands kept moving further as the door opened. She fell into a roll to keep from falling on her face. She fumbled to a knee looking down at the ground as she tried to clam her blush, panting from the run. "Sire, forgive a girl a clumsy entrance." She said in between pants not daring to look up.

really, so so sorry, I'll change her name to ruby XC I swear I didn't mean to

Ruby/Female/21(ish)/Thief

Ruby watched as the girl stumbled in before her, she stared daggers at the king, She never liked him much. Her arms and feet tethered in handcuffs and a metal collar around her neck attatched to her waist, it's impossiable for her to attack the king, let alone move much. "I am here only to defy death as a criminal, I will not bow to you as my code under Sairento and as by honor under godess Hewia." Her voice cool and smooth, almost like bells at how clear and clean her voice is, as well as proper. She looks about the room, then to the king again. "But if I am a Champion I wish to be un cuffed and treated as a equal."

Krasnoye Plamya crouched in the path, looking at the wilderness and its tracks. He sighs and stands. He had his bow in hand, the entire length covered in long carvings. He had been summoned to the castle but that was not to say he was wanted: he was torn between staying and going. He was one of the chosen people yet he felt like he did not deserve it. Little Red puts her paw on his pants leg, looking at him with care in her eyes. The boy looks down and smiles at her. "I will go, and you two will come." Odin wags his tail, paning. The boy strides forward, now confident.

Murmeltier walks through the streets of the village, excited. "Claradon we made it!" She smiles at the large vulynx at her side. She reaches the gates and states her name. The guards let her in to the vast halls, and she wanders around. "Look we made it to the castle and inside!" She claps her hands. She then looks around to find that she is lost. "Oh dear..."