<span style="color: #00BF40">Name: Psychis<br/>Apperience: Obvious (though he also has green eyes)<br/>Race: Mnenic (A spirit race that can summon the dead and spirits as well as control them)<br/>Occupation: Spirit prince<br/>Age: 18<br/>Personality: Unpredictable. Sometimes he is called strange because of his withdrawn attitude. He loves the dark and spirits. His unpredictable attitude makes him seem almost mentally unstable. However, he always has a reason for everything he says and does. He is very nice and loyal to friends and loved ones but not afraid to instantly slit the neck of any betrayer without any remorse.<br/><br/>                    -------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>              [i]Born of the royal Niron Clan, Psychis had grown up in the royal Niron palace as the well-known Sprit prince. Living with his father Hermos, his twin sister Isces, and their live-in servant Gent, he began learning how to be a warrior at the young age of 4 years-old. By the time he turned six, his father sent him to a night-school called Resinence Academy, where he was taught how to control his powers as well as learn new techniques. Most people in his school made fun of him for being so reclusive and dark. His seemingly dark and unpredictable attitude was quite unsettling to all of his classmates and teachers as well. None of the girls wanted to date him because they were frightened by his strangeness, so he always found himself walking the halls alone. Nonetheless, he still was one of the smartest and most well-behaved students in his classes. Since he greatly enjoyed the art of Spirit-control magic, he often practiced it in his room alone at late hours of the night. His strongest motivation was the thought of his mother, who, before her death (died while giving birth to Psychis), was one of the strongest known spirit workers in the whole city of Yunion. He graduated the academy with the most amazing grades as well as scolarships and so many letters from colleges that he could swim in them.<br/>              It seemed as though his life was full of promise and purpose. That is until that fateful day. It was nighttime, and Psychis was working on a technique, when he heard sudden commotion. He ran out side the door, nearly slipping on blood. He looked down and saw his sister lying on the floor, a knife in her heart. His tears slipped down his face, but he couldnt wait around, for there was someone else in his house. He pulled the knife out of his sister and checked the engravings on the knife (every clan had itz own engravings on every weapon it owned). He sucked in a breath of astonishment. It was the engraving of their rival royal clan the Soul Clan. They were an underworld clan and rulers of the nearby city of Titanius, and the king was currently at heads with Psychis's father Hermos. He didn't know what the dispute was about and his father refused to tell Psychis because he didnt want to upset him. <br/>            So now Psychis ran to upstairs, passing the study, where he saw the door was open and where Gent was lying on the floor, a gash in his neck. Psychis however could not stop and try to help Gent. Besides he was probably way dead by now. He ran to the attic, which wasnt really like an attic at all but rather an observatory to the splashing sea below. When he entered, he saw a man dressed in the black Soul Clan garb holding Hermos by the throat.<br/>             "Son, don't let them take the Spirit Sword," Hermos croaked his last words out before the man broke his neck.<br/>                Father!" Psychis screamed. Running to his side, he cried his eyes out. "Why?!"<br/>                  "The king of my clan ordered me to," spoke the Soul Clan warrior. "I cannot deny the king's wishes. And now, to complete my task, i must kill you." The man then extracted a sword from his sword-holder, and lunged at Psychis. But he was ready for this for he summoned his personal spirit Genesis (a huge banshee-like spirit with the face of a skeleton and hooves) who grabed this Soul Clan warrior by the neck, lifted him up and instantly broke his neck. Then Genesis threw the body across the room. Then more warriors appeared, trying to attack the spirit beast and Psychis.<br/>               However, while all of this commotion was going on, one of the warriors went up to the Spirit Sword which was sticking out of a stone slot in the floor. Without being noticed, he pulled the sword out. A bright green light suddenly eminated from the sword's gem, so bright that everyone stopped fighting. "Forget your fighting!" the man holding the sword ordered his fellow Clan warriors. "I have the sword! Our job is done here. Just leave the prince. He is nothing with out the Spirit Sword anyway."<br/>            They obeyed the man and they ran out of the room together. Psychis and Genesis tried to chase after them, but the men were too fast for them and Psychis was too wounded and weak from battle. Also, Genisis was beginning to fade again into rest until the next time he was to be summoned. Psychis limped to the front door and, standing in the doorway, he watched the men run off with the sword.<br/>                'They have no idea how dangerous that sword is,' he thought to himself. Apparently, the king thought that it would give him power. But they had no idea how wrong they were. Only a person of the royal Niron Clan could take hold of the sword without causing utter destruction. But, in the wrong hands, it could cause the end of the world as they knew it. Psychis had to get the sword back...<br/> <br/>                          -------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>                Psychis sat there sipping the last bit of his tea, as he watched the sand blow in from the bottom of the curtain-entrance to Unu's Sip and Dine side-road restaurant. It was warm here in the city of Remn, for it was a desert city, just like Psychis's own city. <br/>              Psychis was quite content today. The weather was nice and warm, and there was much shadow in this restaurant. Everyone thought it was strange how much he loved the dark, but he saw nothing wrong with it. Occasionally, people would give him quizzical stares as they watched him stare at his tea, a large smile on his face. He however was not phased by their stares. He was content and happy and nothing was going to ruin that today. He needed some sort of break after all of the stress he's been through for months trying to find a place to live without being tracked down and trying to figure out a way to get the Spirit Sword back that was promised to him.<br/>               Just then, as he was lost in thought, a beautiful female warrior entered Unu's Sip and Dine... </span>