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• who this person is/was (name)

• age/birthdate

• race and gender

Appearance

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Abilities

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Personality

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History

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Character Index

Created by Shouyin (Ctrl+F to navigate)

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A

.Antique Heartbeat.

• Asherah Eria

Sonya Nightingale Noir

The Cheshire Cat

Akemi Mercuraki

• Maat "Tama"

Zarf Laeore

Akira Mercuraki

Akira Matoko

• Akira Matoko

AtaraRaven

• Ashizu Itachi

Grace Brigid Sirona

B

BeautifullyDecayed

• Lovissa

C

[Casca]

• Laguna

D

Damian Felheart

• Damian Felheart

Damrius

• Damrius

Dark Angel Kio

• Kio Darkblood

Dark Conspiracy

• Madison

Darshendros the Eternal

• Afro-sama

Vincent Beauchamp

Delirium_Butterfly

• Kai

Designated Hero

• Arzhael Gillechrist

Athan Cole

F

Fools-the-Reaper

• Matthew Rice

Fo.Shiz

• Xerion

G

Glorious Athena

• Athena

I

Idolwise

• Father Abel McNarren

...

K

KittyCatChik

• Sapphire Nanishe

KorsoVonPrios

• Korso & Prios

Kraun

• Tzenidaar

Kuroiten

• Amon Ra

Deren Kritos

Gareth Mordant

Paul Ethere

Osiris

Seth "Drake" J\'Tentra

L

Lady Sierra

• ...

Lucind Varhetel

• Lucind Varhetel

M

[.Maelthorn.]

• Altair

MagnusXL

• Ammiel Moonblade

Ra\'Fiig

Argon

Malice the Immortal

• Malice Cruoris

Master Nemesis

• Johnathan Nemesis

Maximos

• D

Maximos

MerDefsGirl

• Adaire Redra

Ymir

Mr. Crawley

• Mr. Crawley

Mr Noobdude

• Chu-Chu

Murdoc the Fallen

• Murdoc

N

[Niitsu] - the - [First]

• Jayden Caio

O

Oblivionic Legend

• Nekurajin

P

Psychofish

• Kael

R

Rain Yupa

• Rain Yupa

Random Stranger #36

• Ivan Williams

RedPyramidThing

• Janus Deai

RedShadowHero

• Shadow

Ryudo_Kazamaru

• Ryudo Kazamaru

Ryugi Kazamaru

• Prototype Combat Android - Unit 01

Ryugi Kazamaru

S

Saila Lyuna

• Ellen Evans

Saiyamoru

• Saiyamoru Lethrona

Shouyin

• Shouyin Velvel

Sieg ecstuffuan

• Siegfried "Sieg" E\'Stuffuach

Celesta Tristian aekea

Supreme Weapon

• Sephiroth

Sutiiven

• Stephen Lasanti

T

Tenma Keigou

• Tenma Keigou

The b***h D

• Nocere Poema

The Darth Vizzle

• Deitric Jocasta

themightyjello

• James Black

Razliek Kar

The Pope of WALL

TheRealOkawaAir

• Atako Okawa

The Riot Guy

• Gene Dalfont

Theory-Of-Xerosis

• Chiri Outai

Jack \'Aiden\' Nozima

Tomorrow

• ...

Tovarishch

• Mono Myst

U

Unchecked Twitch

• D\' "Twitch" Aire

V

Vahn Kyonuske

• Eledwehn "Black Lion" LeCroix

Ezekiel (Nephilim)

Vahn Fah

Victor Fah

• Victor Fah

W

WheresMyCow

• John Smith

X

x__NightWhisper

• Elle

[.. X ..]

• Lazenca Miranda

Xenin

• Xenin Numenesse

Y

[Yusuke Urameshi]

• Yusuke Urameshi

Z

Zetsumeii

• Yeshu Atiratha

Base Stats

Name: Lazenca Miranda

Apparent Species: Werewolf

Apparent Age: Low/Mid 20s

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Equip Stats

Lower clothing: Loose, black cargo pants

Upper clothing: Black cloak

Arm: Mythril bracers

Leg: Mythril half-greaves

Waist: Metallic "skirt" w/tail guard

Neck: Rope necklace

Head: none

Ear: none

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Ability Overview

Weapons: Tooth and claw.

Secondary weapons: Large knife usually held at hip.

Primary element: Ice

Secondary element: Water

Style: Tenma ne Garo, Tenma ne Gato

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Notes

• Is terrified of firearms.

• Is legally insane (according to Tel'Rune knowledge about "Alpha Shift").

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Here ends the ooc "general stuff anyone should know about him by just looking" section. If you want ooc details on things like history and whatnot, consult the link below.

Extended profile

Name: Athan Cole

Age: 26

Description: Athan is a fairly imposing man, standing at 6’6” and with an apparant weight of 250 pounds. Due to the size of the weapon he wields, the muscle definition apparent on his arms and visible body parts is enough to tell most people that he is fully capable of swinging it without trouble. His blue eyes stand out in stark contrast to the dull brown color of his hair. Around the pupil of his eyes there is a thin golden ring visible plainly to the naked eye, which draws attention to the fact that he is not quite human.

Athan, now taking on the full blown lifestyle of a mercenary, wears a sleeveless black shirt underneath a twin pair of steel shoulder guards. His pants are of a thicker leather material, and offer some, but hardly noticeable protection. After losing his right forearm at the hands of Tzenidaar during the Heaven or Hell tournament, Athan has 'worn' a prosthetic in the form of the Arm of the Sleepless Dreamer. Prior to the events at Farpoint Outpost, Athan often went to great lengths in order to cover up what he considered an eyesore. With the addition of the Berserker's Gauntlet, Athan has allowed the arm to see the light of day more often than not, although the black Forgotten Matter that the arm is composed of is still a bit disconcerting for some. Athan's left hand and forearm, then, are covered by the Berserker's Gauntlet, a black glove and arm guard that spreads up to his elbow. Thus, the only flesh that is exposed anymore happens to be that on his upper arms.

The main method of transport for his sword is a series of straps that are thrown over his shoulder, keeping the tip, lower quarter and upper quarter of the sword bound in leather to prevent harming others and minimizing the swinging of the weapon. If he's ever seen not carrying his sword, he usually ends up wearing a short-sleeved shirt and denim pants. His feet are generally covered by a pair of black boots. As with any sort of fighter, the majority of his body is worn with scars from both old and recent battles. The most notable of all of them happens to be an extremely thick(One and a half inch wide) scar running from his right shoulder blade all the way down his back to his left hip. His face has seen better days, as it is also marred by seven visible scars. Four of which are on his left cheek, two on his right, and a thick scar moving horizontally between his chin and mouth. A few of his teeth are also prosthetic, due to some actions taken at the Heaven or Hell tournament.

Personality: Athan's personality can best be described as juvenile. A guy who loves to have fun, Athan spends much of his free time perusing various bars and clubs in order to just have a good time. Despite his few bouts of heroism in his time, Athan is generally selfish and often forced into the role of hero by chance, not choice. Prior to the publicity that was offered to him at the Heaven or Hell tournament, Athan hadn't been much of a talker. Being a country boy thrust into the spotlight by the fighting tournament had a huge impact on Athan's outlook on life, and even though his back-to-back defeats in the final rounds of the tournament humbled him, Athan arose more confident in his ability to meet adversity, going on to discover the true meaning behind his roots and finding comfort in knowing just who his ancestors were. Very rarely is Athan serious when in public.

When serious matters arise, Athan remains the same hotheaded arrogant jerk that people have come to expect. Very little time would be wasted on talk if Athan were allowed to have a say in it. All in all it's safe to say that Athan is a 'smash first, ask questions later' kind of guy. He's extremely quick to anger and often resorts to cursing or fighting should his rage be pushed too far. Hardly perfect, Athan also tends to shift blame onto other people. Learning to accept his own shortcomings has been a lifelong obstacle for the swordsman.

That being said, Athan is still a moral man. He has his beliefs and he rarely goes against them. Trusting that his physical strength gives meaning to his life, Athan's entire existence is for fighting. Compared to a thrill seeker in that regard, Athan experiences a rush of emotion during and after a hardfought battle. Still, he believes it is a disgusting misuse of both power and time to attack those that do not willingly partake in battle, and often rushes to defend them should the situation arise. Athan takes great pride in everything he has accomplished, and respects others that have done the same, yet he will not look down on those that chosen not to embark on his kind of lifestyle.

The exception to this rule would be mages. While he (begrudgingly) appreciates their healing abilities, to say that Athan despises the more destructive spell casters would be an understatement. He considers them cowards for hiding behind their spells and shows little to no restraint in attacking them if he can get within sword's reach.

Athan can't really swim all that well, so if at all possible, he attempts to avoid crossing rivers or large bodies of water without a boat that he can feel secure in.

He's also deathly afraid of bees.

Intelligence:

Athan is of average intelligence, requiring familiarity with a subject before making accurate assumptions and conjectures about it. He is by no means a muscleheaded moron like some would make him out to be, but he won't be winning any Nobel prizes in chemistry.

Physical Strength:

Genetically, Athan has almost limitless potential when it comes to the strength level that he can attain. Athan, without any training, would be able to best all but the most elite of natural humans in feats of strength. Currently in the best physical shape of his life, Athan can lift more than 3500 lbs up to waist level and press 1600 over his head.

Motivation:

Currently, Athan's only driving force in life is vengeance. After his travels to Syntaxis and learning the true reason behind his ancestor's genocide, the shade Alpha has become an object of obsession for the swordsman. His thirst for vengeance has dropped him into an uneasy alliance with Vahn Fah, and the two are currently working together to discover both Alpha and Victor Fah's location.

Equipment:

Arm of the Dreamless Sleeper Wrote:

Anima Artifact

The Arm of the Dreamless Sleeper is a weapon rare amongst Anima Artifacts as it is not drawn from the soul of the user, but rather tempered from the fragment of a lost soul and held in place by forgotten matter. For this reason it is permanently active in its neutral form. In this form the gauntlet is as resilient as light armor, as strong as the user is, and as easy to manipulate as any body part. Strangely enough, one can still feel pain as if it was ones own arm in this form despite the armor. There are two other forms based on the judgement ability, which may be activated when the user wills. The continued use of judgement causes a great strain on ones very essence, thus using these forms for a lenghty period of time is not recommended.

Judgement

Trapped somewhere between the blessed ignorance of virtue and the cold delusion of vice, the Charge is under constant judgement as its path is a blur.

Savior: If the Charge is in the state of mind to protect when the Judgement ability is activated, the Arm will spread its armour up to the users shoulder. The armour thickens, the sensitivity to pain disappears, and the arm remains just as easy to manipulate. The user is then free to use the arm to block, parry, or even grab at oncoming blows.

Slaughter: If the Charge has visions of violence when Judgement is activated, then an identical gauntlet will grown on the users other arm. These twin pieces of armour offer very little protection above the usual, but grant the user great strength and speed temporarily. The user could wield a massive weapon, or even two very large ones.

Berserker's Gauntlet

Originally a helmet given to Athan for his heroism during the attack on the Farpoint Outpost, Athan had the item melted down and transformed into a gauntlet and arm guard for his left forearm. Made according to Athan's specifications, the arm guard mimics the appearance of the Arm of the Sleepless dreamer to some extent, although the protection it offers is vastly superior to that offered by Athan's new arm. It is black in color, and offers a pair of small spikes jutting out from the outer portion of the guard at the wrist and elbow, useful for trapping swords to keep them from hitting the hand or upper arm. The armor is thick, having been reinforced with heavy steel, but it is still breakable if forced to take repeated strikes from larger weapons, or simple wear over time. The fingers of the gauntlet are made of a much more flexible material that offer little protection aside from the back of the hand, but ensure that the hand is capable of performing rudimentary tasks such as picking up small objects without crushing them.

Special Abilities:

The More You Kill...

Whoever was in charge of the army Athan had been conscripted to serve in must have known what kind of man Athan had been, or he would not have imbued it with abilities so similar to its recipient. The Berserker's Gauntlet translates both pain and aggression into an artificial adrenaline. Similar to the Chaotic Blade, the Berserker's Gauntlet translates pain into energy for the wearer, but the Gauntlet also takes it a step further. The more frenzied the wearer becomes in a battle by dealing damage to their opponent, the more the Berserker's Gauntlet will stimulate the wearer's nervous system, enhancing their reflexes, speed, and strength. This ability is passive, and extremely taxing on a wearer even if they are in excellent physical condition. Unless this excess energy is burnt up in another fashion, the wearer could suffer extensive damage to their body and nervous system if left in battle for a prolonged period of time, although it does wonders to enhance survivability in the short term.

When worn by Athan, the Berserker's Gauntlet is only capable of enhancing Athan's natural abilites by 50%. The effects of long-term usage are generally not seen during battle but afterwards as a result of overwhelming fatigue once the 'adrenaline' has worn off.

Like the Chaotic Blade, the Gauntlet can be 'overloaded' and become extremely unstable. Unlike the Chaotic Blade, the Gauntlet will not explode but lock itself into the Burst position. Should the Burst be activated, it is almost certain that irreperable damage could be done to the wearer and his surroundings.

Burst

The only other method of expending the gauntlet's energy involves releasing it all at once. This is an extremely dangerous process that runs the risk of completely shattering the wearer's arm, but it is the only way of avoiding potential heart attack and exhaustion. A closed fist triggers the ability of the gauntlet, with the finger tips pressing into small compartments inside the gauntlet at the base of the palm. The activation of the abililty requires impact on the knuckles, which prevents an accidental misfire. The end result is a pure burst of concussive energy that is strong enough to shatter stone. Naturally, even the most hardy of warriors would suffer pulverized bones leading all the way up to the shoulder should they attempt to break heavily reinforced objects.

Athan's Great Sword:

Artifact Name: Athan's Great Sword

Description: One of the few mundane weapons that can actually strike fear into even the most stalwart opponent's hearts, Athan's sword is truly a sight to behold. Totaling 76 inches in length from pommel to tip, the sword is nearly as tall as Athan and feels as though it weighs just as much. Although this isn't the case, as the weapon weighs 35 lbs, it still feels as though it weighs much more due to the length of the weapon's blade in relation to the hilt. The weapon's design is also fairly plain. The middle section of the blade is dark grey in color, while the outer, sharpened edges where the blade starts to flatten out is a lighter, almost white color. The sword does come to a point despite being nearly a ten inches wide at the base of the weapon. The hilt is slightly over a foot in length at 15 inches, but does allow for minor adaptations to grip and hand positioning. The sword is double edged, although it tends to lose its sharpness rather quickly given the rate it hits solid ground in a given battle.

Properties: Sheer size. Athan's sword does not carry any enchantments or special abilities, but the weapon has been able to stand up to far more legendary and world-reknown weapons such as Efreet's Fang through thickness and careful metalwork. Athan has been seen using the weapon as a makeshift shield, platform, and club due to the weapon's durability. While it may not look like much, one would be hard pressed to find a more impressive and battle-tested mundane weapon than Athan's Great Sword.

Background: Athan's sword is a wonder among mundane weapons in that it its sheer mass and size are it's sole intimidating factor. While the weapon itself holds no otherworldly qualities, the sword has attained artifact status through reputation as being a slayer of giants, savior of worlds, and the cleaver used by the Butcher of Romme, Athan himself. While this weapon is actually the third incarnation of a long line of Athan's Great Swords, the sword is hardly any less impressive.

The weapon, or series of the weapons, came into being when Athan's grandfather crafted the first Mercurial Greatsword just prior to his passing. Athan, shortly after the funeral, took up the weapon and returned to the main continent of Gaia, where, during the events of Petals of Chaos, he used the weapon to slay the Viceroy of Chaos, saving the world in the process. Unfortunately, the weapon was lost in the ensuing escape, and thought to be destroyed.

The same weapon returned to Athan shortly before the Heaven or Hell tournament, imbued with the spirit of his grandfather and carrying a strong spiritual power, Athan again wielded the weapon effectively throughout the majority of the tournament prior to having it broken in half by Shouyin during their titanic clash. Athan reforged the blade shortly after the tournament, although his grandfather's spirit had already passed on, Athan compensated for the lack of spiritual energy by creating a physical monstrosity. The current incarnation is the thickest, heaviest, and longest of previous versions, and has yet to let Athan down in combat.

Item Get Wrote:

[Rook's Destroyer]

Forgotten Shadesteel Greater Sword.

The Destroyer was crafted in the Syntaxis Mana Forge to be used by the largest of the large shades, the Rook. These behemoth creatures would be able to wield such a large weapon with a single hand, even though weaponry is often consider a fallback for the hands on Rooks. A strong human could hope to wield the sword with two hands as long as they sacrifice all grace.

Like all weapons made out of Forgotten Shadesteel the weapon is entirely crafted from the black metal. The blade has no fancy decorations, just two well sharpened edges and a good deal of weight. The hilt had a similarly utilitarian look, reflecting more the shade's tendency towards points, edges and layering rather than the human and elven habit of rounding everything. For Athan's convenience the long handle was wrapped with the thick leather of the north.

The sword has no additional magical properties other than the innate properties of forgotten shadesteel. Forgotten shadesteel, as it is created from forgotten matter, is highly magically resistant. Thus most weapon breaking, melting, or hijacking abilities are difficult, but not impossible, to cast against the Rook's Destroyer.

Chaotic Blade (AKA: Masochist Sword): A strange weapon, gifted to Athan following the initial defeat of the Viceroy during the Petals of Chaos. The weapon seemed to be pretty fitting for a damage magnet like himself. The sword, comparable to a short sword at first, grows in length when Athan takes damage. More recently, the weapon has been able to channel Athan's own pain to power any of its special attacks, as opposed to growing in length. Athan, to this day, has not learned how to control what happens to the sword when he takes damage. The sword peaks at an impressive 76 inches in length, yet still retains its weight. Not one to deny a good sword a home, Athan has taken a shining to the weapon and uses it without hesitation. And since it is small and lightweight, Athan is usually seen carrying this around with one of his other, larger weapons. Exploded during the battle against Tzenidaar.

Athan's Armor

Forged from Forgotten Shadesteel, Athan's armor was a gift from the shades that currently inhabit Syntaxis and is, currently, the only armor Athan has ever worn. It is rarely seen worn outside of large battles.

Composed of six separate 'main' pieces, Athan's armor is divided between a single chest and shoulder piece that contains arm and head holes just barely large enough to fit Athan. The armor on Athan's shoulder does not rise up as though they were shoulder pads, but instead rise in short spikes jutting out from the shoulder region. The armor for Athan's arms only extend down to his elbow, where the Berserker's gauntlet and Arm of the Sleepless Dreamer act as protection for the lower region of the arm. The only notable features of the armor on Athan's arms happen to be the pair of three-inch curved spikes jutting out from the Berserker's gauntlet worn on his left arm at the wrist and near the elbow.

The leggings are equally plain, following the shade's tendency to style things in a utilitarian manner instead of rounding things off. As such, the armor around the knee actually comes to a point when the knee is bent. The greaves follow the same fashion, with the toes of the boots coming to an almost rectangular point instead of being smoothed over. The overall appearance of the armor is rough and filled with points and edges, though it doesn't appear that the armor is 'clunky' and is in fact capable of a wide range of motion.

By design the Shadesteel armor only accompanies the Rook's Destroyer comfortably. The Rook's Destroyer is a weapon that is a full two inches taller than Athan himself and, like the armor, forged completely out of the black shadesteel with a utilitarian design in mind. The hilt of the weapon has been wrapped with leather for Athan's comfort, but it often finds itself wrapped over even moreso with white athletic tape, a trait that it shares in common with Athan's right hand, which despite outer appearances of being covered in light armor is Athan's actual hand.

Shirt - Black T-shirt.

Shoulder Guards - Metal, rounded-edge shoulder guards. Since wielding the sword is best when having two hands attached to the weapon, Athan figured it would be a good idea to invest in some sort of 'arm insurance'. They hold no special qualities.

Sword Strap...Thing - What Athan uses to carry the Mercurial Greatsword around. Nothing really special. Black strap that loops around the shoulder, holds the tip and middle region of the sword in place.

Pants - Fighting: Leather slacks. Not exactly the most flexible things to wear, but since Athan was never a very agile person to begin with, he can deal with it. They also offer minor protection from cuts, scrapes, and burns.

Public: Denim jeans, nothing really special. He might wear shorts, but that's not very often.

Boots - Plain pair of black boots, but comfy!

Socks - Warm and moisture-wicking to prevent nasty blisters. Also, like his pants, breathe nicely.

Chain necklace thing - Aesthetically pleasing, gives the impression that he's one of the cool kids.

Athletic tape: A roll of athletic tape that Athan carries with him on the battlefield. Usually used to wrap his wrists prior to battle. Can also be used to patch up bleeding, although since it isn't gauze, removing it actually ends up doing more damage.

Abilities:

Learned abilities:

1. Ambidexterity: Fairly obvious.

1. Heroic Resolve: Athan's determination knows no bounds. He has come to be expected to give his best effort, no matter the debilitating effects that he has experienced. He will even go so far as to injure himself further in an attempt to achieve victory. The sort of determination you find in religious zealots, or madmen.

1. Damage Sponge: Athan's ability to soak up damage and keep fighting is slowly but surely becoming world-reknown. Able to shrug off light blows and muscle through strong attacks, Athan's physical capability of withstanding punishment matches, if not exceeds, his mental toughness.

Racial/Inherent abilities:

1. Thick Hide:

Athan's skin has grown tough over the years, giving it a thick, leathery texture that makes it hard for objects to even break through his skin.

On top of that, Athan's bone and muscle mass are so dense that his weight is close to double that what he appears to be. As a result, blunt force trauma is reduced markedly. Ex: Punching Athan isn't a great idea.(For stats-based terms, let's say...50% of punching damage is reduced.) Hitting him in the head with a crowbar, however, you won't see much of a difference.

1. Master of the Elements: Athan's racial heritage allows him to resist any damage that might be placed upon him by elemental sources. He is able to withstand heat upwards of one hundred degrees(Celsius) and Cold at negative 50 degrees (Celsius). Any extreme above this range will begin to show surface damage, and if it is well above the range (about 50 degrees in either direction), Athan will suffer the effects any normal human would under similar circumstances. Magical energies or 'chi' energy that don't have elemental bases, or tap into other planes, will harm Athan like any other human.

1. Anti-Venom: The Tyr Kana's blood had been known for its ability to withstand even the most potent of toxins. While Athan's blood is diluted, he is still able to shrug off the effects of many debilitating poisons, and survive extremely potent ones. Concentrated doses may still have an effect, but he will not be killed by most toxins.

This also helps explain Athan's extreme tolerance to alcohol.

1. Strength of the Tyr Kana: While not nearly as strong as his ancestors, Athan's muscular fibers are so tightly woven that he possesses superhuman strength. While his frame limits his strength to a degree, Athan still retains the ability to push and press objects much larger than he. With a strenuous workout regimen, constant training and experience in the battlefield, Athan has grown even stronger than before. Now it has not been unheard of for Athan, with arms alone, to press 1600 lbs with his most extreme effort.

1. Agelessness: As Athan has untapped the potential of his dormant bloodline, he has begun to experience the slowed aging process that comes along with it. His aging process has slowed to about 1/10th of the average human, keeping him near peak physical condition for a longer period of time.

1. Mending: Athan's metabolic rate has had to kick it up a notch to keep Athan alive. As such, his rate of healing is greater than most. For any real effects to be seen, Athan must rest. Serious wounds (more than two inches deep) require more than two days of total bed rest to be healed, depending on the extent of injury. Due to this, Athan's required caloric intake has increased exponentially. In a given day he may require upwards of 8000 Calories.

7.Man of Steel

Athan's muscle density grants him superhuman strength, but on top of that, Athan has learned that by contracting and flexing muscles to the point of cramping, he can create an effect similar to heavy-plated steel armor. When forcefully contracting his muscles Athan experiences a great deal of pain, and cannot possibly move the muscle in question, but it also renders that particular region of his body practically invulnerable to piercing attacks and even furthers his resistance to blunt-force attacks.

8.Adaptation

The Tyr-Kana became a successful race for two reasons. Their luck, and their ability to adapt to any given environment. This second ability was magnified when the Tyr-Kana ascended to become an epic race, and even with his distant relations to these beings, Athan retains faint traces of this trait.

After relatively short exposure (30 minutes - 1 hour) to a certain type of environment, Athan will adapt to his surroundings and can simply shrug off what would once be considered detrimental effects.

For example: During his quest to find Syntaxis, Athan's body had to initially overcome the initial shock of the cold, then survive the exposure for a period of time before his body could adapt to the cold. His metabolic rate increased, resulting in a larger appetite and greater core body temperature. His skin tightened, resulting in a restricted flow of heat from his body to the environment.

This ability stacks on top of Athan's natural defenses, although it has little use in a combat scenario unless the entire arena is heated, cooled, or altered in some form.

Sword-based abilities:

Fighting style: Brute force, finesse is for sissies, swordplay. Athan doesn’t play around with tactics or defensive strategy. He sticks to his guns, which involves a lot of charging, screaming, and sword-swinging. Really, that's all he does. I guess he might punch you or something, but it's mostly swording.

1. Focus Energy (Req: Kel’Drin or Chaotic Blade.):

Focus energy requires four seconds (one turn) of uninterrupted concentration. This ability either channels Athan's pain and suffering into the Chaotic Blade, building it up as stored energy instead of extending the sword's length. The resulting 'charge' may then be used for any number of Athan's special attacks. Up to two charges may be stored at one time. Any more, and the blade becomes unstable and may break. The more charges the weapon carries, the harder it is to control. Initially, one charge may be held for thirty seconds and two charges, fifteen. If held for too long, the energy will explode outwards, destroying the weapon and leaving a large crater where its holder once was.

1. Chaos Factor (Req: Chaotic Blade, Focus Energy (1-2)):

The Chaotic Blade, a strange weapon in its own right, has adapted the Kel’Drin’s energy charging aspect to its own structure. The action to Chaos Factor is two fold, the first requirement being that Athan is within striking range of his opponent. With the Chaotic Blade, a quick stabbing motion is performed, impaling the target on the weapon’s point (note: the length of the blade is irrelevant for this ability). The moment that Athan’s blade sinks into flesh (or anything, for that matter) the second portion of the attack begins automatically. At the point of the weapon the charged energy suddenly releases itself by way of pure concussive force. The amount of force is relative to the number of charges placed in the weapon. (The bare minimum would shoot an average person (180lbs) about fifteen yards away from the weapon, while two charges would punt them with enough force to travel a good sixty yards unobstructed.)

1. The World Cleaver(Req: Chaotic Blade, 1 of the following: Focus Energy(2)/Nigh-Mortally Wounded Athan)

In the event that Athan is either bleeding profusely from various non-natural openings in the body, or he's just really wanting to prove a point, Athan overwhelms the magical restrictions placed upon the Chaotic sword, resulting in unchecked growth of the weapon. To put it in terms of length, the sword rockets in size from its current state to 15 feet in length. The sword can only hold this form for a minute (4 rounds), but getting caught in the path of this thing probably isn't the best idea.

History:

Tragedy at birth.

Athan was born as the youngest of two to a wealthy couple that lived across the ocean not far from Gambino in a small kingdom known as Aedin. As wealthy aristocrats, his family was well respected and loved by the majority of the citizens. His parents, far too busy to raise Athan and his brother while mingling with royalty, dumped their children off with his grandparents when he was one year of age. While his parents were traveling to visit the wealthy Gambino family across the globe, their boat was caught up in a storm at sea and never heard from again. Athan’s silver-spoon heritage was pretty much ruined at this point in his life. Much more was to come, and oddly enough, the world would be shaped by the actions of one elderly farmer.

A farmer’s grandson.

While Athan would have been waited on in the care of his family’s house, he was destined to live the life of a peasant now. What family riches had not been plundered were placed in a trust fund until Athan and his elder brother were old enough to take them. In the meantime, their grandfather would make use of the extra help that had been given to him.

At five years of age Athan was already helping out around the farm. Taking eggs from the chickens, carrying pales of milk from the cows, the sort of labor to be expected from a young farmhand. Being young enough to hardly remember his parents, Athan seemed to take to the change in scenery a lot better than his elder sibling, who quickly enlisted in the military a year after being entrusted to his grandfather. He was killed in action two years later. The military listed the death as a result of unrivaled heroism. Athan's grandfather told the young man that his brother died because he was foolish.

Athan never attended public school. His grandmother taught him lessons when he was done with his chores, which ended up being just fine with him. His peers never grew on him and he found it hard to pay attention to things that weren't work related. As he grew, he began to take great pride in his accomplishments around the household and vowed to not abandon his family like his brother had.

A tough life just got tougher

At about six years of age Athan’s grandfather took him out back and entered a small shed that Athan had never visited before. Athan had always figured that it was a tool shed, but since he had never had to go in there to retrieve the tools he always had his doubts. When he entered, he was treated to his first sight of warfare.

Dozens of weapons, all either crafted by the elderly man or wielded by him at some point, were plastered to the walls or hanging from the ceiling by their blades. Athan was awestruck, unable to take his eyes off the drawing of a large sword hung on the far wall. His grandfather later told him that the sword was nothing more than a legend. The sort of tall tales families told to break silence in awkward dinner conversations. He spoke of how the sword was created to slay gods, how Athan’s great ancestors used the weapon to defend themselves against overwhelming odds. He spoke of an incredible power that lay dormant within the blade, and that it would only react to a person who was worthy of wielding it.

He wanted nothing more than to hold that sword right there. But as he reached out for the painting, Athan had a long sword shoved into his open hand. The weapon was large, but not incredibly heavy for him at this stage in life. He could easily hold it with two hands, and thus began the foundation of his training. His grandfather simply smiled, telling him that while the sword was hidden underneath the sands of time, perhaps he would be the one able to prove himself worthy. And so began his training in the art of swordplay. He would run from his school lessons (his grandmother wouldn’t have allowed schooling to be replaced by training), back to the empty field that his grandfather had turned into a training ground. Stuffed dummies and various training devices alike littered the land. It was Athan’s personal playground.

From farmhand to soldier

It was only a matter of time until Athan followed in the footsteps of his brother. At the age of sixteen, against his family's wishes, he entered into the service of the Aedin military. Having never seen much outside of his home and having never trained under the harsh instructions of the drill instructors, Athan was quickly hardened by the military lifestyle. Due to his ten years of experience, he grew arrogant and strong, outclassing his peers in nearly every category. Eventually, Athan had to be bumped up to a different class, where he quickly learned the meaning of respect. While he didn’t lose his arrogance, most of Athan’s scars from military duty were from his own allies.

This resulted in Athan being shifted from unit to unit, always to the front lines. He made few friends during his brief four year stint in the army, and none of them made it out of battle alive. His arrogance set off the other soldiers and his recklessness angered the officers. He was dishonorably discharged after his actions resulted in the death of a foreign diplomat and the King’s Queen-to-be. The only thing saving him from execution was the heroics his grandfather had shown the country years ago.

Born of fire and steel

Athan, exiled from his home kingdom, took to a ship and headed towards the main continent of Gaia. Upon arriving, he established himself as a jack of all trades, working as a mercenary for the highest bidder. Without others to worry about, Athan took a shining to the new line of work. Most clients didn’t care too much about collateral damage, which was right up Athan’s alley. Unfortunately, mercenary work for a relatively unknown foreigner was hard to come by. He never made much of a living, and most of his money went either back home to his struggling grandparents or to various bars.

He worked for all kinds of people, from crime rings to nobility. Life was exciting on the main continent. Strong warriors were easy to find, and time after time he would either challenge or be challenged to duels that greatly enhanced his experience.

The Butcher of Romme

When Athan took up a call for arms to raid a rather large, recently militarized town, he was confronted with his first slaughter. As the band of mercenaries entered the town, Athan was witness to women and children being slaughtered, and just as he was about to address his concern when he was soon witness to his first betrayal. A dagger pierced his back and forced him to his knees, and as Athan looked into the eyes of his employer, a scrawny, snivelly man with far too much money on his hands, grinning from ear to ear, he lost control.

He slaughtered them all. His huge sword carving a swathe through former ally and innocent bystander alike. The town, already aflame, was soon bathed in blood and terror. When he left the city, the previous population of 6,000 had been reduced to a lucky twelve cattle. Athan became known as "The Butcher of Romme", as many people claimed that he swung not a sword, but a cleaver. As a result of his actions, he fell out of favor with many employers.

To this day, Athan refuses to speak of that night or what happened in that town. Even the most stalwart psychics have had problems breaking the mental shield Athan had erected on his memories. The one telepath that had dared to pry so deep into his mind was overcome by a wave of emotion and violence so strong that they lost their sanity and attacked the mercenary. In self-defense, he killed the man and refused to look into his actions that night any further.

Successor to a legend

A letter reached Athan when he was twenty two years of age. Out of work and attempting to crawl into a bottle, Athan tore open the letter, desperately hoping for some money, only to find knowledge that his grandfather, in failing health, wished to see him one last time before he passed away. Without hesitation, Athan chartered a boat and headed back across the ocean. Slow headwinds delayed their journey, however, and when Athan arrived the funeral had already taken place.

The only thing left for Athan now was his grandmother and two gifts left to him by his grandfather. The first, a sword crafted by his mentor with Athan specifically in mind, and second, the painting of the family sword. It was only fitting that he, the last of their line, was to seek out the weapon.

The Petals of Chaos

When chaos erupted throughout Gaia, Athan was one of many adventurers to answer the call. Not only was he hoping to honor the memory of his recently deceased grandfather, he was also bound and determined to receive the monetary rewards that accompanied it. Throughout the course of the adventure Athan met and collaborated with a number of Gaia's most stalwart heroes. Although he befriended none, he had begun weaving connections that would, later, prove to help him encounter and eventually end the Chaos Viceroy’s attack on the Barton Town Square. Unfortunately, as a result of the battle, one of Athan’s shoulders was shattered by a large rock and he had suffered numerous internal injuries from taking one too many punches and elbows. As a bonus, Athan received the Chaotic Blade as a reward for his troubles.

When a crystal rose ended up in his hands, Athan wasn’t sure what to think of it. All was revealed, however, when all roads lead to a Temple in the Void, where he, quite by accident, discovered the rose wound up being a key of entry into a temple. There he found himself being honored as one of Gaia’s chosen champions. Alongside Vahn Fah and Allen Avietre, Athan was going to tackle the Viceroy, head on. The final battle was epic, leaving Athan bleeding and minus a sword for half the fight. In the end, the three heroes mustered enough strength to combine their efforts for one last attack and defeat the Viceroy once and for all, and as a little bonus, save the world while they were at it. Whether or not this was Athan’s actual intention, no one really knows.

It was at the precise moment of his strike that he heard a voice in his head, mentioning the name of a race, the Tyr-Kana. After the fight was over, Athan barely escaped the swirling chaos that threatened to consume him and his allies. Only through the actions of Vahn Fah did Athan escape, and even so, his grandfather’s sword was lost in the abyss.

Two weeks later, after checking out of the hospital, Athan received a hefty paycheck from the invitation giver, Samantha Browning. A large portion of the money went to paying off the Barton Police Department for crimes incurred during the course of his adventure, although they were fairly lenient when they realized the circumstances he was under (they went as far as dropping the charges he wasn’t actually confirmed of committing, such as the abduction of a little girl).

Following his brief visit in the Dreaming (a rescue mission in which Athan was disappointed that he didn’t get to fight nearly enough), Athan went into seclusion for quite some time. Not much is known about what happened during this era. Some said that, without his sword, Athan had no choice but to hide. Others figured he went on vacation, but the speculation, how little of it there actually was, did not last long.

Fruition of a Dream?

Athan had finally found it. The sword of his dreams, the weapon that was told to have slain gods with one swift stroke had finally fallen into his grasp. After enduring harsh elements, surviving countless ancient gaurdians, and laying claim to the weapon inside a temple that various texts had lead him to, Athan had accomplished a lifelong's dream in a span of twenty two years.

Yet something seemed strange. He hadn't exactly worked hard to claim the weapon. He was certain that his grandfather could have undertaken the task, and even if he couldn't have, he hadn't brushed the border of death like he had anticipated. In his elation, Athan figured that he had grown so strong as a warrior that even nearly impossible tasks seemed relatively easy, and he brushed the thought from his mind.

What he didn't know, is that Fate had other things in store for him.

Cowardice

When word of the Vale reached his ears, he figured it was time to come out of hiding and throw himself back onto the battlefield. Backed up by a contract with the Skinner Mining Company to take the valley for the sake of profit, Athan was sure that he was going to be a determining factor in the fighting. Perhaps fate had it out for Athan. Perhaps it was time that he learned what the word fear really meant. Whatever the case, the lessons Athan learned in the Vale were ones that he would not care to learn again.

He had taken the Kel’Drin too soon, treated the weapon as if it were his right to own it simply by birth, and the weapon didn’t like it. When Athan found himself in heated combat with Sunstrike, one of the Shade's leaders and heroes, fear…overwhelming fear, gripped his heart, and he ran.

A second time he tried to take the same structure, this time with reinforcements. He had mustered what courage he had left, and attempted to use the sword yet again against his enemies. When he was forced to run yet again, a demoralized Athan waited at the camp for the actual soldiers to do the work. Obviously, he wasn’t one anymore.

A Lost Sword

When he returned from the Vale, Athan returned home to Aedin, no longer under exile due to the death of the recently deposed king. Frustrated and with a deflated ego, he went about taking care of his grandmother for the last few months of her life. When she died, Athan attended the funeral with a heavy heart. There really wasn’t much left for him anymore. His career as a mercenary was pretty much in shambles, his family was gone, and the military wasn't going to take him back.

When he returned home, he was treated to a strange sight. His old sword, the sword given to him by his grandfather, had returned from the depths of chaos and was propped up against the door leading into his old house. Athan quickly took the sword, realizing that there was something different about it, but it was a something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It took only a few days for Athan to learn that the soul of his grandfather had somehow been trapped inside the weapon.

The Return, Building a Legacy

Heaven or Hell. That great tournament that had attracted only the strongest of warriors, had even picked up popularity across the ocean on Aedin's shores. People would consistently approach Athan, talking to him about how great certain heroes were, how awesome it must have been to fight alongside them, and how he should consider signing up.

Eventually, all the talk got to him. Athan would get himself back into shape the best way he knew how. Farming.

He would act as an oxen for those who were too poor to afford one. He worked for free, and worked long, hard hours. For months, Athan had become little more than a beast of burden, good for little more than carrying and pulling objects. But this strange bit of training paid its dividends in the end. Athan was much stronger than he had been before, and was ready to prove it in the arena. With his country acting as a sponsor, Athan was shipped overseas to find a team. Were he to win the tournament, a statue was promised to be erected in his honor. A loss, would either be taken with a heavy heart or not accepted at all. The rural communities loved him, the capital and cities used him as propaganda.

Heaven or Hell

Upon reaching Gaia, Athan stopped by to say hello to a few old friends at the Firebrand Tavern. Coincidentally, Athan was drafted into the service of a team within moments of settling down. Accompanied by Owle, her sister Flare, and Kalis, Athan proudly (and drunkenly) proclaimed them to be "Project: Swords!" and willed the competition to bring it to them.

On the tournament grounds, Athan proved his fury and valor. He was no longer just a mercenary to Gaia. He was a public figure, a warrior thrown into the role of a celebrity, and he soaked in every moment of it. It was wonderous to be loved by people he had never even met, and it was all too soon when it ended.

Athan's first defeat came at the hands of the one of the stadium's more well-known combatants in Shouyin Velvel, a half golem who not only broke Athan's body, but the sword that contained his grandfather's spirit, as well. The battle left both men battered and bloody, but handed Project: Swords! Their first loss and sent them into the consolation round to face off against Team a** Tear, a group of fighters who had only fallen to disqualification.

It was there that Athan's fortune took a turn for the worse. In a bloody battle that cost Athan the whole of his right arm from the elbow down,

Athan was forced to undergo severe surgery to replace his charred flesh and even more extensive work to prevent the loss of the rest of his arm. In the end, Athan left the hospital a humbled man, and simply faded from the public eye for awhile.

It is unknown whether or not Aedin ever disowned Athan as their chosen champion, although as luck would have it, Athan wasn't quite done yet.

A Quest For Answers

Following the message that the Shadelord Omikron delivered to him during the Heaven or Hell tournament, Athan packed up his supplies and made plans to travel northwards, to the supposed ancient lands of his forefathers.

During his attempt to say goodbye to one of his few friends, Athan found an unlikely travel companion in Owle Isohos, who wished to see Omikron once more. They headed out, and only through Athan's gathered knowledge and the 'radar' of his grandfather, found the ancient ruins of Syntaxis.

--In Progress--

Triad: Attempted Redemption

In an effort to get back into the swing of his old life, Athan signed up to better mankind by joining up with the Circle of Justice at the request of a teenage girl. It was at the headquarters, where he met up with a man by the name of Hiroshi Mumei who informed him of something strange going on in Gaia.

The appearance of strange, magical marbles were bestowing amazing gifts to citizens across all of Gaia. That would have been all well and good, were it not for the fact that anyone that came in contact with the marbles had gone insane. Bestowed with a tattoo and two very unlikely teammates in the forms of a kitsune named Angelbell and a rather eccentric boy named Tweak, Athan set out to make the world a better place.

And totally screwed that up as he and his group tore across Gaia in search of the marbles. Athan's various exploits included, but were not limited to, a duel against a floating can of root beer, a break-in at Johnny Gambino's mansion, and a hit and run involving an ambulance, a stretcher, and somebody's head. A giant green pillar of light interrupted their spree, and Athan, now nicknamed the Cole Train, hurried his teammates over to Barton Fountain. There, he found a swirling green portal, a sports car heading straight for a group of people standing in front of the portal, and an ever-growing number of heroes from all across Gaia gathering in one spot.

In a last ditch effort to stop whatever was happening inside the portal from happening, Athan was launched into the portal by his teammates, where he would learn the truth behind the marbles' presence and what would happen if they didn't stop the three in charge of the entire thing.

Hiroshi Mumei had duped Athan into believing that he was saving the world. And, in the end, that betrayal was enough to send Athan into a rage that resulted in him lopping off the arm of another one of the conspirators before falling pray to a magic bullet fired straight through his lung.

It was by luck that others were there to finish the job, thereby saving Gaia once more. It was also by luck that Stryphe and Athan's own teammates, now in possession of an ice cream truck, were waiting back home for him. He was rushed to the Temple of Falis, where he was healed and left to his own devices.

The Brutal Underground

Leave it to Athan to find himself thrust into a 'tournament' that was little else than a loosely organized street fight. A cloaked messenger had presented the swordsman with a coin that was said to be an invitation to a grand tournament. Accepting the token as a sign that he could keep his skills sharpened for the next Heaven or Hell tournament, Athan accepted the challenge, hoping in part for some publicity to come along with his assured victory.

What he got instead was a showdown in a dark alley with a giant sized porcupine and no spectators. Quickly dispatching of his quilled opponent by throwing him into the path of a speeding car at the cost of a few holes in his hand and some wounds to his back and arms, Athan took a brief moment to treat his injuries before being treated to a welcome surprise.

Shouyin Velvel, the same half golem that handed Athan his first of two defeats at the Heaven or Hell tournament had reappeared. Their rematch would have probably been better off seen on television, although it wasn't nearly as exciting as round one, Athan held his own against his adversary, trading blow for blow and coming to what was more or less a stalemate before the green haired swordsman Rage, who had just finished off Athan's teammate moments earlier, jumped into the fray and turned the fight into a two to one affair. Unable to hold his own against two of Gaia's more reknown heroes, Athan was knocked out of competition when his right leg was put entirely out of commission through acts courtesy of Shouyin, and then Athan himself put out of the tournament when Rage exploded a chair into his face.

Athan escaped the battlefield with his life, but the defeat was hard to swallow. Convinced that he was mere seconds away from avenging his loss to the half golem, Athan licked his wounds and set out on his travels once more. He had no destination, but he was for certain that, given the opportunity, he would face both Shouyin and Rage in single combat again.

Plan Black

It was just like Romme all over again. Athan's attack on the Farpoint Outpost was something that the settlers there would never forget. A single man cutting a swath through the defenders as though they were nothing but toys. A combine was smashed into the Northern Gate at his hand, and it was by his own doing that the Defenders had lost their Captain of the Guard. It wasn't until Athan met Vahn on that same battlefield that he questioned his role in the war.

Flames spilled out from the north gate as Vahn lead a group of citizens out from the outpost and down to the Keep. Athan couldn't help but wonder if he was, again, the villain responsible for a horrible massacre. He attempted to rectify his ways, instead leaving the town to head out to the fields surrounding the Outpost, but a nagging feeling kept Athan from pouring his heart and soul into the attack once the reinforcements had arrived. He killed a young private attempting to avenge the fallen Captain of the Guard, a paladin and soldier in the service of Sieg Ecstuffuan, and turned much of the outpost into ruin. Yet, in the end, Athan's lack of true resolve was what cost the invaders their victory, and after a long stalemate, Athan's allies were ultimately pushed back by the defenders.

His valor did not go unrewarded, however. As a result of his deeds on the battlefield Athan was rewarded with the Juggernaut's Mask. Having worn the mask for the latter part of the battle and not liked the way it felt, Athan opted to melt down what was considered a priceless artifact and mold it into a bracer and gauntlet fitted for his left arm. The end result was the Berserker's Gauntlet, an item that finally allowed Athan to show his right arm to the world once again.

Relations With Prominent Gaians

Owle Isohos: Friendly.

Athan's first friend on the main continent, Owle Isohos is a stark contrast to Athan's gung-ho style of living. She's far more patient and less fond of bloodshed, but somehow the two have managed to forge a healthy friendship following the events of Petals of Chaos. Athan has become rather protective of Owle, although he trusts in her ability to take care of herself.

Shouyin Velvel: Hostile

The first man on the main continent to defeat Athan in single combat, Shouyin Velvel has become an object of Athan's obsession ever since his defeat at the Heaven or Hell tournament. Denied his opportunity to avenge his loss in the Brutal Underground, Athan continues to seek out the half golem and settle the score before his lifetime is over. An unproclaimed rivalry, if you will.

Kalis Acineres: Friendly

Athan's teammate during HoH, Athan met Kalis when answering a call for help from Owle Isohos. While Athan doesn't actively seek out the man for any sort of help or conversation, the two are on relatively friendly terms given their experience as teammates.

Vahn Fah: Neutral

Vahn left a lasting impression on Athan during and following the events of the Petals of Chaos. It was with Vahn's help that Athan defeated the Viceroy of Chaos, saving the world from total destruction. In the ensuing escape, it was also Vahn's actions that saved Athan from certain death, giving the swordsman a clear path out of all-consuming darkness. While they have encountered each other in various situations since then, words or blows have not been exchanged between the two.

Flare Sithfallen: Unknown

While Flare was Athan's teammate during HoH, he did knock her out of a speeding train car with a flaming couch in order to net the winning KO for their second round match. It's unknown whether or not she holds a grudge against him, but it's pretty much a fact that Athan's too worried about fiery retribution to bother finding out.

Allen Avietre: Neutral

The second man to help Athan defeat the Viceroy. Athan was also temporarily paired with him during the Brutal Underground tournament. The two have not really spoken.

Tzenidaar: Hostile

The chimera that Athan fought in the final round of Heaven or Hell, Athan was subject to a beating the likes of which he still hasn't recovered from at the hands, or claws, of this monster. Tzenidaar is also responsible for the loss of Athan's right forearm, a wound that he is reminded of daily.

Rage: Hostile

The man to interrupt his duel with Shouyin Velvel, Athan is not on particularly good terms with Owle's 'brother', despite the fact Athan often hangs out at the Firebrand, the bar that Rage just so happens to own.

Tweak: Hostile

Athan's 'teammate' during Triad, Tweak was good at grinding Athan's nerves and totally bastardizing any sort of good intentions they had going into the event.. He also shoved a cattle prod into Athan's groin. They have not spoken since Triad, and with good reason.

Angelbell: Neutral

Athan's second teammate during Triad. She was particularly useful in healing some of Athan's lighter wounds and launching him towards the shining green pillar of light, where he would eventually play a small role in saving the world. Again.

Francis Understone: Hostile

A giant porcupine-man that Athan fought during Brutal Underground. He was defeated when Athan stabbed him through the chest and then threw him underneath a speeding car. It's unknown whether or not he survived.

Yamir Mordecai: Hostile

Athan's foe during the second round of the Heaven or Hell tournament. Athan defeated him by unleashing Chaos Factor to punch him through a solid steel door. The battle, while a victory for Athan, left him without a good pint or two of blood by the end. It's unknown whether or not Yamir holds a grudge against Athan, given Athan's relatively recent dealings with his ex-girlfriend.

Name: John Tomorrow

Alias:The Human Dynamo, 'Morrow, Donar, Thor

Race: Aesir

Height: 6" 8"

Weight: 300+ Kgs

Fighting Style: Grapples and Pins, Street-Fighting

Appearance:

A mountain of a man, thick in chest, arm and leg. His muscles are well defined, the body of a powerhouse. His blond hair is long and thin, hanging down around his face loosely, the ends ragged from years of battle. His face is covered in a thick blond beard which is straggly and course. When he shaves his beard, he looks more his age, which is around the mid-twenties. With it, he looks in his late thirties.

His skin is covered in the scars from years of battle, some faded by time, others fresh and stark upon his sun-scorched skin. His eyes are perma-frost blue, sharp like a razor. He has a prosthetic left arm, attached to his body via a surgically implanted, electromagnetically charged plate embedded where his left shoulder should be.

Personality:

Once upon a time, John Tomorrow was a personality around the Stadium, always friendly and competitive, even a family man. Then he went mad, hollowed out, barely present in the world. Being back at the Stadium and amongst friends has eased his nigh-suicidal tendendcies, especially thanks to Hono'o Ararhi Raven's company...

Time spent away from the world made John revert to an animal-state for over three years. Although he has retained enough of his sanity to seem human again, he is only one or two shocks away from going completely insane once more. Spending time with Hono'o and Maximos has made him regain most of his humanity, or rather, meta-humanity...the shocks have left him with little memory of his previous life, leaving him quite confused about a lot of things in the world.

John suffers from nigh-pathological Nyctophobia - fear of the dark. Although he can withstand being in completely dark spaces for short time periods, prolonged exposure can result in a...slip of sanity.

Abilities:

• Fighting Skills -

John is an exceptional warrior, his skills honed from years of one-on-one battles and times of war. He is a vicious fighter, typically not holding back for anything, and broken bones are a standard event in his fights. He has vast skills in grappling and throwing enemies, and due to his power, his punches and kicks have been known to blow the wind out of people and knock them back, and even, in extreme cases, severe limbs and crush bone. He does not like to talk during his fights, deciding to spent his time focusing on his opponant instead.

He is skilled in many weapons, mostly melee weapons such as swords - his favorite weapons are crushing or slicing weapons, such as warhammers or axes. He is proficient in firearms, though due to his size, typically does not use them. His most commonly used weapon is...himself.

He is considerable stronger then a regular human male. He is capable of benching a little over five tonnes, although this takes a supreme effort. His size belies his speed - standing still or with short movements, he is able to react quickly to attacks. Running for a distance takes time, however, and once he hits his maximum speed, it is either a slow, sudden or painful stop.

His bones are denser then a normal human's, to compensate for the amount of power his muscles produce as well as his weight. His skin is also abnormally dense - whereas a slash from a sword would cut, it would not cut as deeply as it would to a normal human, and low caliber bullets crush in impact on his skin.

• Berserker -

Aesir tales tell of warriors, pushed to the utmost limit on the battlefield, entering a heightened and maddened state of awareness. These are the Berserk, men who feel no pain and will fight till dead from massive amounts of fatal wounds or immense exhaustion. It is said that even loss of limbs will not stop them, that they can fight on even after being torn to shreds, dying only from extreme exhaustion causing their heart to stop dead, or their bodies to be drained completely of blood. Their strength is unbeleivable, as they no longer limit themselves to preserve their bodies. The tales tell of men with broken bones from their muscles snapping them under their own power...

Powers

• Electrical Control -

John has the power to produce and control electricity. This is produced internally, from his own bio-electricity, and can be stored within his body for later use.

Production consists of mentally willing it so, like an athlete forcing himself to breath faster to gather more oxygen for his muscles. He can also produce bio-electricity by moving, like a dynamo - the more he fights, the more power he creates.

He is also able to absorb and control electricity from an external source - for example, an electrical cable or a car battery. These outer sources allow him to store greater amounts of energy quicker then his own internal production, but he must be wary of over-storage.

He is able to absorb bio-electricity from organism that also run on bio-electricity...painfully. This is done through skin-on-skin contact, but if the target is touching or clothed in anything metallic, then the same effect applies (with the conductive material as a conduit).

John is unable to be picked up on secuirty cameras or any type of electrical device. This is due to the unique bio-electrical signal he emits when he represses his powers - however, using his powers does allow him to be seen or heard. He is also unable to handle many electrically powered devices - anything smaller then a TV almost automatically gets blown up by his latent electrical powers, unless he is drained of power. Lately he has been training to control his power, and this is becoming less of a problem...

• Electrical Attacks -

With the flick of the wrist, Tomorrow is capable of producing a shock powerful enough to stun his enemies. He is also able to electrocute anything he touches, or anything that touches him. The power of these shocks correlate to the amount of energy he has stored within him at the time. He has been known to char flesh from bone and blow holes in people from concentrated bolts of lightening.

• Ball Lightening -

A powerful attack where John takes all the electricity stored within him and balls it up in his hands, releasing it in a single blast. This ball of concentrated electrical energy is capable of ricocheting off objects, electrocuting the objects severely. Damage relates to how far the attack has to go, and how many times it has ricocheted off something/someone. If John has enough power remaining, he can 'volley' the electrical ball back towards his target without absorbing it back into himself. For a quick power fix, John can absorb the ball back into himself to regain the lions share of his power. This does not mean it all comes back, however. Also note that this happens automatically if he is hit by the ball without any having any stored energy already.

• Thunder Bolt -

A powerful attack, where John concentrates his power into a single blast of electricity. Anything conductive in it's path is electrocuted. Especially effective against airborne opponents. Especially effective if the atmosphere has become Ionised, or if John has Ionised an opponant.

• Static Shock -

A powered punch or combo of punches that hit like getting shocked by a 50,000 watt tazer. Each punch consists of getting a one-second stun to each of the targeted areas.

• Magical Abilities -

Thanks to the dutiful tutilage of Hono'o Ararshi Raven, Tomorrow has regained the power of the Runes, the power of his Tribe's original race - the Aesir, Norsemen. He is able to draw Runes into the air using his own power or by drawing power from leylines within the air. So far, he is only able to use the Runes to draw the four basic elements - Water, Wind, Fire and Earth, though he is slowly learning to combined the Runes to create more creative magicks. Using Rune-Power is a massive drain upon the Aesir warrior, and unless he taps into the leylines, he is in danger of passing out if using too much of his own power.

• Spirit Eye -

By closing his eyes and focusing on the image of Sleipnir, the eight legged horse of Odin, who could travel over the eight points of compass in eight directions through eight dimensions, Tomorrow can peel back the physical veil of the world and see the magic hidden beneath. It is by doing this that he can more easily cast Runes, see creatures who are invisible or obfusicated by the phyiscal realm, or see what type of magic a creature holds within itself. Using this power renders John typically blind to the physical world, the physical realm becoming mere shadowy sihlouettes covered in mutlicolored streams of magic...

• Odin's Runes -

The All-Father, mightiest of all the Aesir, once made a sacrifice of himself to himself upon Yggdrasil, the world tree. When he finally fell from the tree after nine days of excruciating agony, he was struck by a flash of insight, and from this insight he created the Runes. Odin's Runes are all powerful, and how Tomorrow has come to know the ones he does is anybody's guess...

• Corpse Speak, the Twelfth Magic of Odin -

By drawing Runes into the body of a corpse and activiating them with a single drop of blood upon each Rune - for this magic is old and requires sacrifice to use - Tomorrow can return life to the corpse's tounge and speak with it. He can only ask eight questions, and there is no gauruntee the corpse will speak the truth or lie.

• The Breaking of Bonds, the Fourth Magic of Odin -

If John is able to gain access to his bonds, he can draw the Runes in blood upon them and chant a magic song, bursting his bonds restraining him and freeing him instantly.

• Meta-Human Abilities -

Thanks to John's durable body and great strength, he has found he can perform several feats of nigh-supernatural affects.

• Thunderous Roar -

Drawing in a great breath, John can unleash a roar of unbelievable sound, also known as a Lion's Roar, for about four seconds. This has been known to push unprepared people off-balance, disorientate them, and deafen them if too close. At 50 meters, you can feel the vibrations through your skin and bones. At 30 meters, all easy advancing movement can cease, as if walking into a strong gale. 10 meters, the opponent is deafened and can be thrust back with force.

• Thunder Clap -

Spreading his arms wide, John can smash his hands together, unleashing a concussive blast that has been known to shatter stone and rend metal in a single blast. Radius - 15 meters.

• Rolling Thunder -

Lifting both arms high, John can bring them down on the ground before him, sending a shock-wave into the ground around him. This can disorient and unbalance his opponents, as well as send up a dust cloud with envelopes John. Radius - 25 meters.

• Shooting off his Mouth -

Its not rare to see John chewing something. Typically, this is a piece of metal (usually a coin), as normal chewing gum doesn't last very long against his saliva and dense teeth. John has the ability to blow this metal out of his mouth, with good accuracy, at an alarming speed - at 20 meters, it can feel like someone has tossed a stone at you. At 10 meters, it feels like someone's thrown one at you, hard. Less then that and a little skin might get punctured...

• Brain Damage -

Whilst most people would find brain damage a bad thing to have - what with the loss of memory and memory recovering skills, complete confusion with words and slightly damaged eyesight John has - there has also been a few boons - namely, any telepathic or mind-reading skills will not work on him at all, any telepathic signals received sounding like a dull buzz in his ears. Trying to dive into his mind is like trying to dive into a raging tornado which leaves the mind-diver more messed up mentally then John would be. Unfortunately, this also means his friends are also unable to comminicate with him telepathically...

• Conductive Blood -

Tomorrow's unique bio-electrical body must conduct the electricity around his body in some ways - one way is through his bloodstream. Tomorrow's plasma is high in iron and salts, resulting in better conductability. Anything that gets coated with his blood, or absorbed his blood, also becomes highly conductive, becoming like a lightening rod for his electrical attacks. With enough of his blood on or in something, his power has been known to avoid other conductive surfaces and strike directly on the affected target...

Weapons:

Through years of combat, John has become proficient in many weapons. He is especially proficient in smashing and slashing weapons, like hammers, axes and claymores, over lighter weapons. He is a decent shot with a rifle and pistol, but no more then a regular soldier. Because of his strength, he is capable of tearing chunks of concrete off walls and floors and hurl them like missiles.

• Auto-Mail Arm -

Over the years, John has been through many battles, losing skin, hair, countless liters in blood...

But only once has he ever lost a limb. Slices off at the shoulder by one he once considered brother, the loss of the limb was the lowest point of his life.

It was only after a long search did he finally find a way to replace his left arm. Now an electro-magnetic plate has been inserted into his torso, covering where his shoulder used to be, replacing his left clavicle and shoulder-blade respectively with surgical steel.

The arm itself is a marvel of technology. It can articulate fully like a real arm, and it created from material that is even more resistant then Tomorrow's own skin - even though it does need to be greased. The arm remains attached by constantly feeding the magnets with his own power - however, training has done away with needing to focus on keeping it attached. Now it is his arm, and he uses it without a second thought. As it is a prosthesis, he cannot feel anything through the arm - it is simply a tool.

• Prosthetic Release -

Attached to the shoulder by a magnetic plate, John can allow the arm to drop off at a moment's notice by simply cutting the power to it. If the arm drops, it becomes a rigid dead weight.

Prosthetic Return -

Once the auto-mail arm has been released, John can also call it back at any time by activating the magnets embedded in his shoulder plate, forcing the arm to come back to it's home. These magnets are unique, in that they don't attract other metals - only the arm is drawn to the shoulder plate. John does not have infinite range, however - he still needs to be relatively close to it in order for it to return. He also needs some power in his reserves in order to activate the magnet in his shoulder.

There are also weapons that he must request from Maximos himself - their power too great to be trusted to John at will...

The Dark Scholar Maximos Wrote:

- Moljinir - | Hand of the Thunder God -

"His eyes were wide, not because he was in shock, but because when he closed them the light was shut off - and he lived in the darkness..."- Johnathan Tomorrow

Moljinir is not the famed and deific weapon of the norse god Thor, neither is its title an exaggeration in the slightest. This massive great hammer is infact crafted from the severed arm of the thunder god's incarnation Johnathan Tomorrow. The arm, removed by Maximos was skinned, cleaned, enchanted and crafted into this grim trophy. The hammer is four and a half feet long from pommel to tip, and it weights approximately 250lbs, with a mallet style head made of single section of pillar stolen from a temple to Thor, capped on either side with a large black steel plate and reinforced through its core. Upon close inspection one can see the weapons haft is quite literally a full extended set of dull grey arm bones with leather wraps at key hand grips, and black norse style runes engraved and detailed up and down its length lending the bone the strength, durability, and conductibility of solid steel. At its end the enormous skeletal hand of the giant god is opened wide gripping the stone pillar head in unbreakable death grip.

• Odin's Boon -

This circlet, golden and covered in Nordic runes, was deisgned to work in part with Moljinir and Tomorrow himself. When accepted and worn by John, it creates a phantom limb where his left arm would normally be, replacing his prosthetic limb. This 'kinetic' arm has a light blue, translucent appearance, with arcs of electricity where John's veins and arteries would normally be.

When John wishes it, it is as solid as his orignial arm - but he can also make any part of it completely immaterial with a thought. When John's power wanes, the arm begins to dissapaite, the electrical veins within becoming fainter and fainter. On the other hand, at full power, the arm is nigh indestructible.

It also serves several other purposes:

• Calculating Berserker -

When John uses Odin's Boon whislt Berserk, the circlet regulates his power, allowing him to think somewhat clearer, as well as keep his enormous energy levels from tearing him apart.

• Energy Division -

When attacked or confronted by an energy type, John can used the Boon to absorb the energy and convert it into his own to use. This energy can be channeled into anything he wishes, but there are limits to this purpose - becoming a conduit to too much energy can dangerous, and potentially fatal, unless there is a release...

• Iconic Power -

Tomorrow can channel his energy into the arm when wearing the Boon, making it several times stronger then his regular arm. The amount of strength is derived from the amount of energy channeled - a quarter equates to twice the strength, half three times the strength, three-quarters four times the strength. With each channeling, several runes light up upon the circlet - four in total, signifying the power level the arm is at currently.

Unique Effects

Dead Weight -

With the loss of his prosthesis, John loses his left arm - but one loss is also a gain. Losing that weight increases John's speed and agility enough to matter. Any balance aspects are negated by the time spent refining use of the prosthesis - he cannot wear it forever, after all.

Caffinated!

John's powers stem from his body, and thus, his metabolic rate plays a big part in power production. Drinking a strong cup of coffee or an energy drink has interesting effects on him - that is, it helps him produce electricity quicker. While Buzzing, John produces twice as much energy then normal as his heart rate increases and his synapses fires faster. Note that once the caffine buzz wears off, his energy production is reduced significantly as his body tries to work the chemical out of itself. Standard Buzz-Time - 10 posts. Buzz-Kill - 4 posts.

Asbestos Skin

Due to the massive amounts of electricity that can course through his body, John's biology has adapted to heat quite well. His skin can readily withstand open flames, and anything less then a roaring bonfire's heat would have little effect on him.

Items of Value:

There was a time when John was simply known as Tomorrow, when things were simple and good. His world has evolved since then, but his mind still recalls those good times occasionally, and he keeps keepsakes of the best of times...

• Playing Cards -

There was a time, in his youth, when John was a performer in a circus, specifically sleight-of-hand. He had fooled god-like creatures and delighted children with the deftness of his fingers. Those days are long behind him, but he still keeps a pack of cards handy...for special occasions.

• A Single White Pearl -

The only remainder left of his brother. He treasures this above all else - it is his last happy memory of him.

• Silver Pocket Watch -

A reminder of a more innocent time. The timepiece is simple and elegant, a returned token of a love long lost. He keeps it upon his person at all times, although the glass is cracked, the timepiece broken. There is an inscription within...

I will love you until the sun no longer sets and the waters upon Gaia dry. No matter the way the winds flow in our lives, know and treasure the time we have together.

• A Pair of Dark Sunglasses -

Some old habits never die..

Taken.

Gareth Mordant, Vigilante

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Height: 6' 0"

Weight: 178 lbs.

Hair Color: Light Brown

Eye Color: Green

Physical Traits/Appearance:

The first thing people tend to notice about Gareth is his posture. His shoulders are always slightly hunched, and his knees seem to always be bent, as though he's expecting something to happen any minute. Then people look at his face, and usually notice his green eyes. There seems to be a constant glare in his eyes, even when he's in a good mood. Occasionally his light brown hair obscures those eyes, but not for long, as he shoves it back to its correct place. Once people have finished scrutinizing his drawn facial features, they move on to his garb. He wears a black T-shirt with the words "I have no idea what's going on" emblazoned in white lettering across the front. Unlike his normal attire, this shirt is relatively clean. A silver Cross Templar shines against the dark fabric, and unlike most of his other articles of clothing appears to have received some sort of protective care. Over his shirt he wears a loose-fitting black jacket of some sort of synthetic material, covered with neatly stitched rips and melted patches. The zipper for the jacket appears to have been ripped off and replaced with silvery clasps. Over his legs hang a pair of baggy, badly patched, and torn dark blue denim jeans. Again, stitch work has been employed here to keep them in relative working order. Keeping his jeans from dragging on the ground is a wide black belt which holds two items that seem to have received the most care from him: a well-oiled brown leather scabbard with the metallic hilt and crosshilt of a shortsword protruding from it hanging at his left hip, and a holster carrying a long and lean black pistol resting on his right hip. Scuffed and scarred brown shoes complete his outfit. The overall impression one might receive: scruffy homeless man...with inexplicably well cared for weapons.

Personality Traits:

He is gruff, sarcastic, and brutally honest with everyone. If, for instance, someone makes an outrageous statement, he's the sort of guy who, with a bark-like laugh, will lean over and inform them in a couple of profanity-injected sentences why they shouldn't say things like that. Never mind if this is a friend, important political figure, or an angry drunk: everyone receives the same treatment. He's also given to loudly exclaiming his opinion in such a way that Tourette's sufferers recommend him to a psychiatrist they know. He tends to be suspicious of everyone he doesn't know...but once he knows someone, he gives them a sort of respect. However, even this respect will not encourage him to participate in team combat, as he believes he can take care of himself. If someone tries to take the time to plot strategy with him, they'll only be frustrated by the fact that while they were talking, he was already on his way to fight. The only thing that would convince him to ask for someone's direct aid (and even remotely pay attention to tactical advice) would be stronger enemies. He thinks of life as a struggle to stay alive as long as possible, and so far he hasn't done bad, in his humble opinion. What is truly impressive about Gareth is his mind. He seems to have innate curiosity mixed with rapid thought processes and the ability to retain a frightening amount of information, all of which have gotten him into and out of many a scrape.

Equipment:

He has two weapons: a shortsword and a custom-made pistol. The shortsword is of a plain medieval style, with the crosshilt, hilt, and pommel made of iron wrapped with wire, and the blade of steel. The gun is unique, in both appearance and mechanics. It is a magnetically accelerated projectile weapon made of a nonferrous metal that is covered with a layer of black rubberized plastic. The stock is smaller than the stock on your average clip-loaded pistol, while the barrel is much longer and more defined to accommodate the MAP mechanism. The pistol, when fired, makes nothing more than the pop of the bullet breaking the sound barrier. Though the MAP could be calibrated to fire bullets with devastating speeds, Gareth made it able to fire slightly faster than the average gun mostly due to lack of materials, and the fact that he'd have to turn it into a rifle to get anywhere near the sort of speed for devastation. The bullets themselves are made of a metal custom-smelted by Gareth in proportions of iron and a non-ferric metal so that the bullet would be propelled by the charge of the MAP, but not attracted directly to the mechanism. On the tip of each a silver cross is emblazoned. Nine of these bullets can be stuffed into a clip, though the rounds can be hand-loaded into the weapon without a clip. Of the two weapons, he prefers his gun over his sword.

Abilities:

Subconscious Winds:

This ability is inherent to Gareth. Subconscious Winds allows Gareth to have the wind react to his thoughts. He does not consciously recognize this ability. This ability is triggered in the rarest of circumstances (i.e. within Triad, a Critical Hit, and even then only one out of 20 crits as determined by the dice includes this power).

Ambidexterity:

This ability is inherent to Gareth. Ambidexterity allows Gareth to dual-wield weapons, but this ability does not extend beyond combat situations.

Burst of Speed:

This ability is inherent to Gareth. Burst of Speed allows Gareth to, after remaining still for a period of time, run at about one-and-a-half times his normal running speed for half the time he remained still. The "dash time" cannot safely exceed 10 seconds. This does not affect his dexterity, but his speed alone.

Pressure Points:

This ability is the result of years of hand-to-hand combat. Pressure Points allows the user to locate specific pressure points on an opponent and target them with the next unarmed attack. Brief violent contact with a pressure point can cause a lance of distracting pain, while a sustained grip on a pressure point can cause subdual. This ability requires half-a-minute (5 posts) in hand-to-hand combat before it can be used, and then can be used once every half-minute thereafter. Uses do not accumulate.

Deadeye:

This ability is the result of years of gunmanship. Deadeye allows the user to, after observing a target, make one called shot. The length of observation depends on weather conditions, distance, Gareth's concentration, if the shot is lethal, and various other factors. Average time required: 18 seconds (3 posts) for a disabling shot in good conditions with full concentration; 36 seconds (6 posts) for a lethal shot in good conditions with full concentration.

Blade Shield:

This ability is the result of years of bladesmanship. Blade Shield allows the user to take a sword wielded in their off-hand and lay it along the length of their arm, effectively creating a shield which they are proficient with.

Mechanical Prodigy:

This ability is inherent to Gareth. Mechanical Prodigy allows Gareth to manipulate machinery and computers as though he was a professional, and it allows him to create mechanical innovations of his own (like his gun and its ammunition). This is a non-combat ability, and requires time and materials.

Biography:

Gareth was born on Friday the 13th, which led his superstitious parents to put him up for adoption. He spent the next twelve years of his life being shunted from foster home to foster home as each home he moved to began to experience...problems once he came. Problems that went away when he did. These were most often natural disasters, such as a tree smashing through a section of the house, or windows being shattered by debris in a storm, or inexplicable downdrafts that flattened gardens...recurring disasters, which seemed to happen at least once every couple months, usually when Gareth was in a bad mood. ((This is told based on Gareth's experience, and he still has no idea what caused it...hint hint)) Despite an almost nomadic lifestyle, Gareth was able to lead a relatively normal childhood. He spent much of his time tinkering with mechanical objects whenever he had the chance and learning everything he could, both from school and people who seemed to share his interest in taking things apart and putting them together again.

When he was twelve, he had the presence of mind to ask why he had spent the last twelve years moving. When he was told, he resolved that he didn't want to be a burden on anyone and left to live on the streets. For the next six years, he eked out a living on the wrong side of the tracks, making a name for himself by apprenticing himself to a crazy old fellow who created his own robots out of scrap metal and discarded computer circuits, the first person who he didn't bring bad luck to. Of course, he was a bit conflicted about relying on a teacher to support him, but because his curse didn't seem to be affecting the garrulous old man he worked for, he felt better about it.

His mentor was often held up at gunpoint by thieves and gang members looking to get rich by selling off what technology they could find in his "shop", a condemned storefront that he had adopted as a place of business. More often than not, he came into the shop to see his teacher looking weary and drawn, gathering together what he managed to salvage from the last raid and attempting to make a decent display out of it. This inspired Gareth to take up bounty-hunting, so he could keep the only person he could live with safe...oh, and make some spending money. Apprenticeship didn't pay very well.

At first, his bounty-hunting activities were with small groups of like-minded individuals and only for posted bounties...then with one or two teammates doing less-than-official jobs...then he was taking down groups of thugs all by his lonesome, bounty or no. Soon, his name was not known for his technological skills alone, but also for his merciless destruction of those who threatened the livelihoods of decent people. The little boy of six years ago has been replaced by a taller, fit, and foul-mouthed version of himself. The lessons he learned from six years observing the misery of those unable to defend themselves and from six years at the forge of his teacher formed a set of moral guidelines, which he sees as the most important difference between himself and those he hunts.

When he turned eighteen, his teacher told him he needed to get out and see the world, and Gareth took that advice. (RP History starts here) On leaving his mentor, he stumbled upon rumors of a destructive group known as the WMDs. His adventures led him through a Gaia where the world was decaying under corruption and greed. ((See So you think you can RP for details)) He finally managed to confront the WMDs and questioned them about their motives. Finding no satisfactory answers, he returned to Aekea to work with his teacher again.

While there, he discovered a terrorist plot by a rebellious group of synthetic humanoids...while he was breaking into the radio station they had taken over. Miraculously, he managed not only to save the hostages, but also to take a prisoner and destroy the rest of the terrorists with their own explosives. After a short run-in with some sort of special ops merc (which involved him being shot with a riot-squad rubber bullet and, after a quick conversation, her taking the prisoner to whoever it was she worked for), he decides to make his way to some mech facility he'd heard about...hey, messing around with mechs all day sounded fun!

Turned out his ideas weren't needed there, as the concept of a technologically-advanced set of armor didn't seem to fit their plans because of the rampant use of supernatural abilities and magic. Gareth, disillusioned, attempted to redefine his design, but found nothing that worked...until he was struck with a brilliant idea. With little explanation, Gareth left the facility, taking his belongings, research notes, and one development he was particularly proud of, and leaving a sign with the words "On Research Trip". No one has seen or contacted him since...until the Triad anomaly. After joining the Circle of Justice and teaming up with Sieg Ecstuffuan and Toushirou Hanamoto to form their Triad, they set about getting to the work of defeating evil and collecting orbs. Little did they know that they were serving a darker purpose: the organizers of the three groups of marble collectors were bent on returning to their home worlds, and were willing to destroy Gaia to do so. Gareth never got a chance to find this out, however, as he never managed to penetrate the column of light leading to the final confrontation. Spent and wounded severely from a vehicular explosion, Gareth instead collapsed unconscious after a final show of defiance.

Seth "Drake" J'Tentra, Dragoon

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 206 lbs.

Hair Color: Jet black

Eye Color: Left: brown with some green, Right: concealed by an eyepatch

Physical Traits:

Drake's pace is slower than most, but he seems to get places just as quickly as people walking faster than him. Maybe his long legs allow him to take more leisurely steps. His neutral facial expression is one of guileless scrutiny...though the observer might wonder why he wears an eyepatch. Around the edges of the eyepatch black marks can be seen on Drake's skin, which appear to be a tattoo around the eye beneath the patch...a star or something...

Personality Traits:

Drake is slow to do much of anything...but once he's made up his mind, there are few forces on Earth that can stop him. He takes time in saying anything, but anything he says is what he means. He will take a minute or two to make a decision that would take a normal person a few seconds, but the choice he makes is one he is willing to defend. He doesn't move quickly...but his mind does, calculating benefits and consequences of actions. He keeps a cool head despite anything that occurs around him, somehow confident that he'll make the right choice...which he often does.

Equipment:

He wears a yellow long-sleeved garment, denim jeans, and brown leather boots...and over these he wears a flame-red chestplate and shoulderplates, as well as flame-red armored gauntlets reminiscent of dragon's claws. Sheathed in his belt is a katana, the hilt bare of any wrappings but instead scored deeply in a crosshatched pattern to provide a rough surface to grip. And of course there is his black eyepatch...

Abilities:

Ponderous Thought:

This ability is inherent to Drake. Ponderous Thought makes Drake take much longer to make a decision, but the odds of the decision being the correct one are much greater. This ability is negated if Drake is rushed or otherwise distracted.

Combat Reflexes:

This ability is the result of years of swordsmanship. Combat Reflexes allows the user to, despite their movement speed, manipulate the weapon of their choice with dexterity. Combat Reflexes also allows the user to retain all skill with the chosen weapon despite any decreases in their overall combat ability. Can only be applied to one weapon.

Draconic Tongue:

This ability is from a source as of yet unknown. Draconic Tongue allows the user to speak the languages of the dragonoids (kobolds, dragonnes, wyrms, drakes, wyverns, chromatic/metallic dragons, etc.).

Draconic Blood:

This ability is from a source as of yet unknown. Draconic Blood allows the user to create a minor anti-magic field similar to the one that seems to surround the elder dragons. It is powerful enough to halt most basic spells and lessen the effects of mid-leveled spells. Spells of great arcane or divine power can penetrate the anti-magic field.

Draconic Hide:

This ability is from a source as of yet unknown. Draconic Hide gives the user natural armor in the form of miniature scales which coat their flesh, which allows them greater stamina and resistance to physical damage. Oddly, these scales are barely differentiable from regular flesh, and only a careful observer will be able to tell the difference.

Draconic Blast:

This ability is from a source as of yet unknown. Draconic Blast allows the user to channel the power of a draconic breath weapon through their weapon, though with less power than that of the elder dragons. This ability cannot be used as effectively on draconic creatures.

Draconic Sight:

This ability is from a source as of yet unknown. Draconic Sight allows the user to see as though they were an elder dragon. In short, their sight distance increases twofold from the daylight norm, fourfold from the twilight norm, and to 120 feet in pitch darkness. Additionally, they are able to see arcane auras around artifacts/magical objects.

Biography:

What little information on Drake exists has disappeared. In the future, he might be inclined to tell his story...

Amon Ra, Head of the Ra Syndicate

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 276 lbs.

Hair Color: Black, but some strands of silver are creeping in

Eye Color: Brown

Physical Traits:

Amon is a giant of a man, hulking and muscular. His stride is confident and quick, which makes his approaching presence even more imposing. His neutral expression is one of mingled impatience and triumph, as though he's seen what's going to happen and can't wait for it to actually happen.

Personality Traits:

Amon is a natural-born leader. He is able to find the appropriate way to address many things by just scowling thoughtfully and thinking for a few seconds. He is a forceful man by nature, but can be gentle if the need arises. For him, this need is rare. The best way to get something done is the way that gets it done right is almost a mantra of his...which might explain the high-quality wares the Ra Syndicate produces.

Equipment:

Despite being the owner of a technological syndicate (or because of it), Amon usually wears a polo shirt and black pants with somewhat dressy shoes. Occasionally he wears a three-piece pinstriped suit, but those occasions are when he's going into the public or attending a board meeting. He always carries with him a sheath knife which he has strapped to his left forearm, for reasons he has not explained to anyone. This knife has Egyptian hieroglyphs all along its length, and it has never been under close enough scrutiny for them to be deciphered.

Abilities:

Commanding Presence:

This ability is inherent to Amon. Commanding Presence allows the user to inspire competence in allies by merely being nearby and to give orders with no question (unless the orders involve harm to self or self-defeating actions).

Experienced Brawler:

This ability is the result of formal training of an unknown type. Experienced Brawler allows the user to make instinctive decisions in hand-to-hand combat based on previous experience and sheer rapidity of thought. The user must be competent (i.e. trained in at least one style/equivalent ability) in hand-to-hand combat to acquire this skill.

Menacing Presence:

This ability is inherent to Amon. Menacing Presence allows the user to strike fear into the heart/s of either a person who is being focused on or all people within a 20-foot radius. Occasionally this effect is triggered when something has gone wrong and without Amon's conscious effort (mostly because he's the boss, and no one wants to be around to be blamed).

Knife in the Dark:

This ability is the result of formal training of an unknown type. Knife in the Dark allows the user to conceal several knives on their person that cannot be detected by any conventional means. Metal detectors can overcome this ability, but only on occasion. The user must be competent in knife combat to acquire this skill.

Biography:

It is believed that Amon Ra's name is a pseudonym, but there is no evidence leading to a past before Amon Ra. He seemed to appear from the shadows, a brutally strong and intelligent man who was willing to what it took to become successful. So far, the Ra Syndicate's stocks have remained stable...but that may be about to change, as Amon has been plotting...

Recently, however, the Ra Syndicate was acquired by Deity Incorporated, and now serves as a section of their R&D branch of operations.

Tzenidaar

Name: N/A

Alias: Tzenidaar

Race: Chimera-clone

Age: 2 (Oct 31)

Height: 185 cm

Weight: 133 kg

Eye Color: Mixed; variable (right eye), pitch black (left eye)

Hair Color: Black

Complexion: Fair

Gender: Male

Class: Barbarian, Quasi-wilder

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Patron Deity: None (Luck)

Weapons/Armor/Equipment: Enchanted two handed sword (Zirandubar), heavy plate armour

Skills: Weapon Mastery (Two handed swords, Great Clubs), Weapon Proficiency (Scimitars, Rapiers, Daggers, Katanas, Clubs, Battle Axes, Warhammers), Martial Arts, Power Attack, Multi-attack, Armed Flurry of Blows, Cleave, Great Cleave, Cleave Asunder, Cleaving Charge, Body Combat, Combat Instincts, Mobility, Flight (Maneuverability C, A), Alertness, Endurance, Determined Soul, Quickened Reflexes, Sleight of Hand, Emotional Surge, Ambidexterity, Intuitive Eye, Analytical Eye, Survival, Balance, Anatomy, Dash, Climbing, Leap, Swimming, Intimidate, s**t-talking, Knowledge (the Planes), Knowledge (Blood War), Reading/Writing

Abilities: Tzenidaar is a well of powers; he is a clone created from many individuals spliced together over a base of stem cells, grown to acquire each person's special abilities as well as their strengths while minimizing each others' weaknesses. His creation involves the generic base stem cells mixed with the blood of Decruda's clone; a clone which was made with Decruda's cells as a base and had genetic samples spliced into it in a similar way; sort of a second generation clone in this manner. As such, Tzenidaar is an independent entity, though ironically, is made up of each samples’ personality, mindset, and small fragments of their memories. With this horrid mixture, his body is actually unstable to a point where his lifespan is dramatically shortened due to rapid internal deterioration.

His supernatural abilities include manipulation over the elements of fire, earth, air, ice, and negative energy. Additionally, he is a powerful psion, can shapeshift, and even fly with his wings at times. The only drawback of all these powers however, is his inability to actually consciously control them, save for negative energy. These powers only seem to manifest themselves through his emotions, corresponding accordingly. The negative energy concentration in his body is so powerful that magical healing and other forms of such simply do not work; the side effect being a negation of positive energy. Aside from natural healing, the only way to promote an accelerated pace would be similar to Lazenca's, where he must eat to regenerate, most commonly found in the form of cannibalism, not because it is the requirement, but rather because of his brutal nature and force of habit. The reason for this is that his body’s natural super-concentration and saturation of negative energy makes it act as a conduit to the plane of negative energy. However, as a living organism, he does possess just enough positive energy to keep him alive in a delicate balance between positive and negative. By consuming organic matter, the negative energy in his body folds over itself to consume the matter, which prompts the positive energy to swell, resulting in a nurturing and healing process to go through his body by pure energy rather than chemical sustenance.

Tzenidaar's body of course, is in peak physical shape; the genetic structure taken from all the samples had gifted him with a powerfully built body; with a muscle structure which puts his strength to peak human levels, though appearance wise, he would be termed 'buff'. He is visibly well muscled, yet is not by any means slowed by the mass; an amazing athlete. Instead, he is quicker than one might initially give him credit for as his muscles actually possess great explosive power and his hands and fingers possess a dangerously powerful grip. In addition to his quickness, he is also rather dexterous. Not in a way able to tumble and flip around like a circus performer, rather, his fingers and hands are extremely tricky and their movements are very fine tuned. Additionally, due to his willingness to sacrifice his own body and limbs to dish out greater damage to others, his constantly broken bones and torn flesh are repaired thicker, tougher, and possess many more struts than normal aswell as his pain sensors being mostly shot; unknowingly going through hard body training. This easily reflects his particular style of combat; a master of dealing damage, he is able to smash through mediocre attempts to interrupt his heavy power strikes, carrying the blow through with near-full force even when struck. What dulled pain he does feel rarely hinders his ability to perform attacks as he is very much use to the sensation and he does not react by shirking away; it simply drives him further, acting as a fuel to his aggressive nature.

Appearance: Tzenidaar appears as a very muscular man in his mid to late twenties with a body decorated by scars, though with two distinct traits; his left eye, which is pitch black, and the skeletal membrane-less wings on his back. His complexion is a fair colour, slightly tanned due to regular exposure to the sun and most of his black hair is either short or of medium length, where the back is tied into a thin semi-long pony tail at the base of his skull. His eyes are set underneath a set of jutting brows and the colour of his right eye seems to vary, usually his iris sports a grey, blue, or green base while there are speckles of red, gold, and black within it. Tzenidaar has thin tight lips over his wide mouth.

His clothing is quite odd in itself, usually a mix of cloth and sections of a suit of armour. He generally tends to wear simple dark colours underneath; usually a black shirt with the sleeves torn off and loose brown pants. However, the bottoms of his pants are always tucked into greaves and boots that cover his knees and are lined with metal on its soles, toes and heels. Also, he always has around his neck a large metal gorget like collar which is high enough to cover his chin, ending at his mouth. Framing his face around his jaw and across his face to cover his nose is a thin metal plate. It is also not uncommon to see him sport a loose piece of cloth hanging from his waist, or his bare arms decorated with bands of metal. Woven into his hair, right above one of his ears is a black feather; something he had picked up at the Heaven or Hell tournament.

His armour is generally dark and lackluster, typically with a blue tint to it. Aside from the gorget around his neck and chin, the tassets at his hips, and the greaves and sabatons on his legs, he seems to wear a few select pieces instead of an entire suit. These generally appear very random, and scant, as he wears very little armour that restricts his movements. However, that is not to say that it is entirely useless, for his armour generally tends to be between a quarter to half an inch thick of solid metal, kept in place by several strong leather buckles against his muscular frame with a snug tight fit.

Tzenidaar carries with him a massive single edged sword, nothing more than a giant sharpened piece of metal everywhere he goes openly, having no scabbard or sheath for the weapon. Its design is simple and crude, the cutting surface almost straight but for a slight concave curve, the backing of the blade though, is thick, straight, and heavy, providing power in a swing. The cloth wrapped handle of the sword is long, easily encompassing enough length for four hands worth. This actually provides a larger area of control for Tzenidaar as it gives him more options to the way he handles the weapon.

Personality: If there was one word that could describe the man, that word would be 'Wild'. Lacking proper education, as he is nothing more than a failed experiment of a clone with his own will, he has no true sense of morals or ethics in society, and lacks any form of etiquette. His main concern is for himself in the crudest and simplest form with little care to the rest of the world around him. Additionally, he is a realist through experience and does not understand individual pride; that which makes others act as they do, what drives them to their goals, to better themselves in society.

The way he carries himself is extremely specific. Because the base for his creation was from that of Decruda, a man of genius intellect, he himself inherits this trait. However, he acts as if he was nothing more than a dumb brute, whose solution to everything is straight forward. This, coupled with his brutish appearance, always allows others to underestimate his analytical and mental prowess. The reason for this is that with the genius intellect he inherited, he also inherited Decruda's untrusting and paranoid mindset where he deceives others and keeps information to himself. He's also just eally lazy when it comes to heavy thinking.

Most distinctly about him though, is that his emotions are erratic and unstable and he is not very good at keeping them in check. If his mind and body wasn’t so complex, one might actually think he was insane, but in all actuality, he does possess a sort of animalistic cunning. One definite reaction however, is the way he acts around host organisms; those which he is derived from. In such presence, most often, he will either reflect their behavior or reflect the mood which may be associated with their elemental alignment, though there are times when this is not true.

Tzenidaar's one major flaw is also possibly his greatest asset; the knack for violence and conflict, battle lust, the underlying factor which overrides others in his personality. More often than not, he craves it like a bad addiction; someone who gets a high by being surrounded by violence, destruction, and bloodshed. While others fight for a purpose; to better them self, to protect loved ones, to claim the title of the best, he cares little for these things; he fights solely for his own enjoyment. For the chimera, combat brings a euphoric sense; he does not care about winning or losing as long as the fight goes on and he can bask in the high of blood mist. The only time he does not follow this course of action is when he knows that a fight has a meaning and a purpose that must be done; a personal goal which needs to be accomplished or an execution of a task.

History

This needs to be revised into a shorter version so I can fit all the other information in.

Birth

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Heaven or Hell 2007

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Blood Wars

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Return

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Zirandubar

Zirandubar is a sword of joint elven and dwarven make. The design and practicality is dwarven in nature, however, the materials it is composed of is from an elven source. Even so, it was not created to be wielded by either dwarven or elven hands, but human hands, for the size alone is too great for a dwarf, and the large and crude design is unusual for graceful elven fencing. Additionally, there are enchantments placed on the weapon from all three races.

The sword Zirandubar weighs somewhere around 34 kg and measures a total of 200 cm in length, the hilt measures 46 cm, while the blade measures 154 cm. The entire weapon is made of a single dense slab of mithril, a very strong but light, silver coloured metal of elven make, though it is not polished and the blade lacks lustre. The long handle of the weapon is wrapped in white bandages for a better grip. The cutting surface of the blade is the longest part of the weapon and exhibits a slightly concaved curve and a jutting tip, whereas the backing of the blade is very thick, straight, and heavy. The blade's edge is angled at forty-five degrees on either side, giving the cutting surface a perfect right angle. For this reason, the blade is not considered sharp by regular standards, however, its weight alone easily provides enough force to cause the heavy blade to tear through flesh and armour easily as well as apply crushing force with ease. Essentially, it appears similar to a giant meat cleaver, dull compared to other blades, but its weight and sheer size alone allows it to crush and tear through even plates of tempered steel with little resistance.

Zirandubar recognizes Tzenidaar as its true owner, possesses minor sentience, and has six enchantments placed upon it; three from the dwarves which forged the weapon, two from elves which created the material, and one from humans who were chosen to wield the blade.

Dwarven Enchantment - Runic Activation: Zirandubar's first enchantment is a switch between its dormant state to an active state. At the initial use of this enchantment, the weapon recognizes one as its true wielder and that individual alone is able to wield Zirandubar at its full potential with all five other enchantments active. These enchantments act as supernatural abilities on the weapon's part. Once in effect, a small rune appears at the base of the backing of the massive blade; once activated by the true user, this enchantment is permanent until a new wielder has been selected.

Dwarven Enchantment - Cleaving Might: The blade does not cut through objects as it is not extremely sharp, but rather, is able to rip and tear through things due to its mass and weight. Though the weapon itself is deadly when striking living objects, it is extremely effective against large solid objects, such as boulders or even armour. This enchantment increases the devastating blow the weapon may deliver by augmenting the amount of force it produces on impact; boulder shatter and armour peels away like cloth.

Dwarven Enchantment - Torn Magicka: Due to the natural dwarven mistrust for magic, Zirandubar is able to cut 'magic' effects apart, or rather, supernatural effects created by an external energy. For example, in the case of a fireball or a small moving object, it would split into two halves and continue moving, pushed at a forty-five degree angle on either side by the blade's edge, while in the case of a force field or other sort of barrier; it would tear a hole into it. The effect of the enchantment is heavily limited to act upon the blade’s edge only, but may act as a weak shield of sorts against the flat of the blade.

Elven Enchantment - Mithril Soul: The weapon's mithril composition gives the weapon a natural affinity to the moon, being a mystic substance created under moonlight. At night, the weapon's blade becomes extremely keen, and underneath the light of a full moon, the blade is able to repair itself.

Elven Enchantment - Featherweight: To the true wielder of the weapon, Zirandubar seems to weigh nothing more than eight pounds, allowing the user to wield the weapon in one hand with relative ease, yet, the power of its blows are not diminished, as its true weight still remains, only the wielder is not affected by it.

Human Enchantment - Word of Recall: Zirandubar can be summoned to its master at will, from any location unless it is held in an area which prevents teleportation and other similar means of travel such as a dimensional lock.

Active Abilities

Passive

KILL YOU: Tzenidaar's fighting style is outright dangerous. His expertise lies in his technique for extreme close quarter combat and his reliance on his physical strength and wild anamalistic nature in which he uses his subconscious and near-sixth-sense like instinct rather than his accumulated abilities and conscious thought and assessment of the world around him. It resembles some form of dirty fighting influenced with specific martial arts possessed by people whose genetic samples are derived from. It's purpose is very straight forward; to put people down for good, either by death or serious injury. Though the way he performs such actions is extremely unorthodoxed. His specific combat mindset is one of complete offense; he is entirely willing to take hits and injure his own body to put someone else in a position where they cannot defend themselves properly while he deals out equal or more commonly, greater amounts of damage to another person. He is even willing to throw himself into the path of an attack before it can reach its full potential in order to carry out this strategy. The chimera produces an overwhelming killing intent that virtually crushes any abilities that read his actions; there are no fine details to be revealed, there is only an all-consuming sense of danger.

Consume: With his innate negative energy in place around him, Tzenidaar is not susceptible to positive energy and forms healing magic. This is a direct cancellation of energy between negative and positive. Instead, Tzenidaar is required to consume organic matter, most commonly found in the form of flesh, in order to restore and regenerate his energy and physical body. Regeneration is equivalent to the volume of matter consumed; cuts are easy to repair due to simply connecting the damaged tissue, however, chunks and other large pieces removed from the body take the most matter to regenerate. Limbs removed may be regenerated; however, with insufficient organic matter, the wound will heal over first as skin to close the wound until enough matter is consumed to fully replace the missing limb.

Emotional Manifestation: Tzenidaar's massive collection of obtained abilities manifests themselves through his natural emotions. Passively, they do not reveal themselves, though with his ability to use them, he possesses a resistance to similar abilities from others, as well as a strong resistance from the specific individuals' which the powers are directly derived from.

Flight: With the growth of wings on Tzenidaar's back, developed from the genetic sample belonging to Ryudo Kazamaru, he has grown fully functional wings from his shoulder blades. However, these bat-like wings appear only as bony sections and segments, lacking an actual membrane between to catch air and lift him off the ground. If there is something between the sections however, he may fly freely.

Active

Mimic: Tzenidaar has a unique ability to mimic the moves executed by others with similar abilities. This is not as erratic as an emotional manifestation, for it is based off his conscious control and knowledge of a technique, though he still has to be in the right mindset to summon the base element of its composition. When fighting specifically against members of those whose his abilities are taken from, his collective subconscious is able to mimic techniques that person has performed in the long past through ingrained memory. Additionally, being within proximity to those he is derived from, he can naturally resonate with their power, and is able to learn their techniques permanently, though with minor alterations, since he is not a perfect copy.

Emotional Manifestation: Tzenidaar's massive collection of obtained abilities manifests themselves through his natural emotions. Actively, these powers reveal themselves in combat and hostile situations or those of strong emotions. These powers manifest themselves in any given form accordingly to an attribute most specific to his current mindset, thought process, and emotion.

Psionic Talent: Tzenidaar has a higher state of consciousness, developing psionic powers from the genetic samples of Alexiel Alestaire and Ryudo Kazamaru. This power mainly falls into the disciplines of psychokinesis, telepathy, and a subconscious form of psychometabolism. He has access to this power anytime he is in deep concentration, strongly focused on one thing in particular, or when he comes in contact with another psionic force, whether it is in the form of an action, an object, or a fight.

Negative Energy: Negative energy manipulation is developed from Decruda Blackvale's genetic sample. Tzenidaar has access to this ability as a default due to the sample being the base of the clone’s genetic structure; this alone is one which he can consciously turn on and off. As a secondary effect of negative energy, it is able to corrupt existing matter, or like a few others, merge to create altered effects to other abilities.

Elemental Air: Elemental air manipulation is developed from Evan White's, or rather, Hugin the Raven's genetic sample. Tzenidaar has access to this ability between a distant and aloof mindset and a strong point of spirit, will, morale, inspiration, aspiration, and confidence.

Elemental Ice: Elemental ice manipulation is developed from Lazenca Miranda's genetic sample. Tzenidaar has access to this ability when he is filled with strong emotions of apathy, indifference, or the lack of wellbeing for others. Additionally, this may manifest itself if his mindset is that of cold professionalism or efficiency.

Elemental Fire: Elemental fire manipulation is developed from Vahn Fah's and Siat's genetic samples. Tzenidaar has access to this ability through a wide array of emotions, from rage and anger, to passion and lust. In the instance of Siat's sample, Tzenidaar produces massive amonts of bioelectrical energy, usually in the form of heat from his body as opposed to actual flames. However, in the instance of Vahn's sample, he produces flames. Additionally, from Vahn’s sample, the crimson flames which are normally produced may alter to black as the sample belongs to an avatar of elemental fire, Efreet, with the same properties of the cursed blood.

Elemental Earth: Elemental earth manipulation is developed from Shouyin Velvel's genetic sample. Tzenidaar has access to this ability when his mindset is of solid determination and indomitable stubbornness.

Shapechange: The ability to shapeshift is developed from Owle Isohos' genetic sample. Tzenidaar has access to this ability given the strong mindset to change or alter himself if put under a stressful situation. Subconsciously, this ability is active at all times as the colour and sometimes the shape of his right eye will change constantly with his emotions as well as physical appearance to reflect his nature, most commonly like a feral animal; his teeth elongate and develop edges, and his fingertips extend into claws.

Emotional Union: Tzenidaar may manifest more than one power at a time, given the right blend of emotions and his mindset. This erratic form of additional power usually creates an effect similar to a mixture of several powers together, or a new individual 'element' derived between the base sources.

Moveset

Physical

Bone Spear: Tzenidaar's wing joints are very flexible, able to bent and thrust outwards to stab at targets with their pointed tips.

Slash Kick, Double Slash Kick, Triple Slash Kick: Tzenidaar's kicks and footwork is extremely fast, seemingly greater in development than his punching power. In addition to being quicker than usual, each progressive slash kick after the first can be performed at an accelerated rate to the previous one as he shifts his weight constantly and adds more force to it. There is no pattern for the strikes; hitting low, mid, or high, and using different variations of kicks are all possibilities at all times, though most commonly he employs use of spinning roundhouse kicks for the edge in power they provide.

Tomahawk: A vertical heel smash characterized by throwing the entire body's weigh and mass into one striking point.

Drill Fang: By twisting the body around, the chimera corkscrews his body as he throws it forward, leading with the feet. The strike is similar to that of a massive bullet, the coiled form of his body providing explosive power while the twisting movement centers the point of impact into one zone.

Horse Uppercut Using his great strength and planting his feet, his entire body is put into the transition of force through his legs, hips, shoulders, and arms into an upwards strike. The blow is powerful enough to stop and lift a horse charging at full speed off the ground.

Predatory Mastication: Tzenidaar possess extremely powerful jaws, rivalling that of great predators of the wild. This allows him to literally tear flesh right off from bones given the chance as well as provide bone crushing pressure in his jaws.

Flying Fish Slam: A counter attack positioned to the side of an airborne opponent. Tzenidaar will aim to get one or more of his fingers into his opponent's mouth, performing a fishhook against the inside of the cheek and clamping his thumb down to lock it in place. Followed by a slamming motion of swinging his arm down to the ground or whatever other hard objects around, using his physical strength to direct someone's head to ram straight into an object, possibly at ill angles. Failing that, he can always just simply tear with the fishhook in place to rip open someone's cheek and mouth.

Slap: With hand open, fingers spaced out, he whips his hand swiftly across somone's face. This attack provides minimal to no damage. It is more of an insult and taunt than an attack.

Eye Gouging Thumbs: The chimera's extremely strong grip and fingers are adept at digging out someone's eyes from their sockets.

Chump Change: Tzenidaar tosses loose change at people. What does it do? Nothing. He's just using an item as a device for a taunt; tossing chump change at chumps.

Supertaunt: Its not just any taunt, its a SUPER TAUNT.

Psionic

Mind Blast: Tzenidaar's psionic powers are extremely unrefined, playing a very small role in the whole of his powers. However, he is mentally aware of this power. As a mental defense, when someone performs telepathic disciplines on him, he automatically fires a concussive blast through the mental link they create into the intruder's head.

Gates of Delirium: If ever the mind blast proves ineffective to cut off mental connection, this secondary defense will activate. If the first layer greater power has not been activated yet on that day, it will automatically activate, driving the chimera into a mad frenzy, and relaying the madness over the connection to the intruder which destroys any rational thought, mind control, and mind reading.

Negative Energy

Negative Impact: With a single blow, Tzenidaar can instill a bit of negative energy into a person, draining them of energy and stamina, of life, withering limbs or organs struck. Unlike other abilities, Tzenidaar has complete control of negative energy, able to use if freely without the restraints of his emotions to power it, and as such, he needs little to no indication of actually preparing a mass of visible negative energy around his limbs to use it. His body is already completely saturated with negative energy.

Tears of the Wasteland: Creating a large mass of negative energy in the air, it begins to dissipate while dropping similar to a rain cloud. The negative energy released acts similar to an acid, burning flesh and other materials, though not on a chemical level, but rather on an energy and 'life force' level; flesh shrivels and withers as opposed to dissolving.

Wings - Black: Tzenidaar's skeletal wings appear to be coated in a tattered pitch black substance similar to cloth, yet drips slightly as if it were liquid. The black wings are created by negative energy and may drain energy coming into contact with it.

Elemental Air

Punch Blade - Air Lance: The punch blade is formed in an immediate area around his arms, beginning at his wrists to encompass the length of his forearm to the point of the elbows. By a thought, they slide down his arm and thrusts outwards like a blade. The air punch blade is characterized by a swirling of wind encircling his arm, as it is invisible to the eye, forming a super concentrated needle of spiralling air pressure similar to a drill from around his arm. Unlike the other forms of the punch blade techniques, the air lance has a long range of 60 cm in length, shaped as a pointed needle with a base of three centimetres in diameter. It lacks a definite form around his arm until fired out, for it is nothing but a swirling mass of air.

Boost: With a short powerful burst of air, Tzenidaar's actions and movements carry more force and are quicker.

Pressure Cutter: Cutting away the air pressure and resistance in a small area, Tzenidaar is able to make attacks at an accelerated rate. Alone, this ability is not of any significant use; however it does allow him to tear through large amounts of generated air pressure that is present, effectively cutting through it. Essentially, this allows him to break through defences set up by force in the open air or pass through some explosions of pushing force.

Burst: Creating a powerful, yet short-lived burst of air in 360 degrees on all three planes of dimension (width, height, depth), Tzenidaar is able to repel and knock light and low velocity items out of the air within close range via a weak wall of expanding force.

Impact Cannon: Wind swirls around Tzenidaar's arm, releasing a heavily concentrated burst of force following the trajectory of his punch only when striking an object. Released by impact, the blow is similar to that of a cannonball.

Cyclone Cannon: When released, a small cyclone erupts from his arm outwards, just large enough to encompass one person. Those caught in the winds are spiraled off in a chaotic spin caused by a small, short lived, heavily concentrated twister of air force which propels outwards. This move is most effectively used against a creature with wings, for the chaotically powerful winds are easily caught by the large surface area of the appendages which provide the ability of flight, resulting in the possibly tearing of membrane and feathers as well as twisting the bones and joints out of place with a sudden and powerful jerking motion.

Call of the Divine Wind: Equivalent to 'powering-up'. Tzenidaar gathers and compresses air to be later released in a more powerful attack. Alone, this does not do much; it is used to augment other air based techniques.

Wings - Air: Tzenidaar's skeletal wings do not change appearance at all, as air is more or less invisible. However, there is a constant breeze about his being which makes loose cloth flutter about him. The breeze emit from the concentrated air pressure which resonates from his wings. With the air wings, Tzenidaar may fly with perfect maneuverability (A) without even using his wings as the air alone dictates his flight pattern. Super-concentrated sheets of air pressure forms the membranes of the wings and are also razor sharp.

Elemental Fire

Punch Blade - Fire Saber: The punch blade is formed in an immediate area around his arms, beginning at his wrists to encompass the length of his forearm to the point of the elbows. By a thought, they slide down his arm and thrusts outwards like a blade. The fire punch blade is formed as a pointed sheet of super-condensed heated air, acting as a searing hot blade. It measures 30 cm in length, and is shaped similar to a scimitar whose sides give off occasional flares.

Ignition: Tzenidaar's arms and legs burst into highly intense flames. They do not harm him much due to his natural inherited resistance to fire and his attacks may cause additional burning damage and set fire to combustibles quickly due to the extreme temperature. His attack will be trailed with flames, and may even project the flames in arches or short extended bursts from his attacks if done with enough force.

Flamethrower: He blows a short ranged stream of fire from his mouth. On regular occasions without the aid of fuel, this flame usually reaches somewhere around five feet in distance.

Overload: One part equivalent to 'powering-up'. Tzenidaar can charge up his energy from his natural ability to produce huge amounts of bioelectricity or absorb the latent heat in an area. Additionally, he can expend the heat energy into something he touches to super-heat it instantly or more commonly, superconcentrate and release it at a single point in an explosive blast, though this is self detrimental as his own body is turned into a bomb.

Flare: Similar to the air burst, Tzenidaar causes the immediate area around a part of him, or his entire body to flare out in a quick burst of flame. Because it is so short-lived, the flames do not cause burns and do not set fire to combustibles. This is mainly used to distracting, surprise, or slightly blind opponents.

Detonator: Concentrating a large amount of heat around his fist or other part of his body, he releases it violently at point blank range, projecting an explosive burst of force and heat outwards.

Wings - Fire: Tzenidaar's skeletal wings become wreathed in flames. They function like normal wings as the flames are concentrated into flexible sheets that act like membranes between the skeletal structures. Unlike the air wings, the sheets are not sharpened, but may cause materials to combust as they are formed by a large amount of condensed heat.

Elemental Earth

Punch Blade - Earth Hacksaw: The punch blade is formed in an immediate area around his arms, beginning at his wrists to encompass the length of his forearm to the point of the elbows. By a thought, they slide down his arm and thrusts outwards like a blade. Tzenidaar's arm seems to be coated in a jagged line of stone. The earth punch blade is shaped like a pointed blade, however, its jagged edges do not give it a smooth thrust, rather, its jagged edges act like a hacksaw, tearing and ripping rather than smoothly cutting as it glides along the designated path. It measures 30 cm in length, and is shaped like a knife; its sides are parallel to each other and ends in a pointed tip.

Shell: Tzenidaar causes the ground at his feet to rise up in either a dome or wedge shape to deflect ranged attacks. The shell only covers from his left to his right by his peripheral vision, and stops directly above his head. Essentially, it creates a hemisphere on a vertical plane.

Stone Pillar: By designation, he can cause the ground in a specific area to strike upwards in the shape of a cylinder upon striking the ground. The area to be raised must be designated before he strikes the ground, making trying to strike a moving target less effective as he must try to time the strike correctly.

Earth Spike: Similar to the rising pillar, the earth spike instead forms as a sharp cone aimed to impale targets rather than smash them from underneath when he strikes the ground.

Orbital Halo: Tzenidaar can make loose bits of earth and stone rise into the air and start circling him in an orbit as if they were caught in his gravitational presence. The speed of which they move are subject to his will. And with enough stone flying around, this effectively acts as a spinning barrier of rock.

Tunneler: Tzenidaar is able to make the ground part for him. Underground, this forms a tunnel, however, above ground, it creates a splitting fissure.

Sentinel: Tzenidaar's body takes on a dull grayish colour as stone mixes with his skin, making his outer body hard as rock. This however only acts as a shell; as such, high powered blows will result in chipping of his skin (external damage) rather than puncturing into his body (internal damage). Additionally, he is able to pull existing stone in the area to coat his body more densely.

Wings - Earth: Tzenidaar's skeletal wings appear to be coated in a heavy rock formation. He is unable to fly as the stone is simply too heavy and does not catch air, however, folding them around himself, he essentially protects himself from most attacks. In such a form, they also serve as heavy bludgeoning weapons, like swinging a wall at someone.

Para-Elemental Magma

Lava Wave: With a swift slashing kick at the ground, the earth become molten as it drives forward in a wave, melted earth splashing upwards.

Living Lava: Very similar to a summoning technique. He appears to give life to magma as it moves on its own in a rough humanoid shape to attack targets. This is actually used in conjunction with is psionic talents, allowing him to move it with his mind so long as he is able to use magma by splitting his concentration by one half to dictate its movement.

Wings - Magma: Tzenidaar's skeletal wings appear to be coated in a never-ending mess of dripping molten earth. He may fly with the magma wings though they move sluggishly and appear slow though they possess great power, however, with each beat, magma splatters around on all sides.

Para-Elemental Smoke

Second Hand Smoke: A passive ability which indicates the use of smoke. Tzenidaar constantly exhales smoke similar to that of a smoker puffing on a cigarette. It smells bad and breathing in too much too often might give you cancer.

Smokescreen: Tzenidaar's breath comes out as dark smoke, filling the air. Usually this is a means to hide oneself or block another's vision. At point blank, the smoke can act as a choking agent or sting one's eyes.

Para-Elemental Ice

Punch Blade - Ice Razor: The punch blade is formed in an immediate area around his arms, beginning at his wrists to encompass the length of his forearm to the point of the elbows. By a thought, they slide down his arm and thrusts outwards like a blade. The ice punch blade appears no different than any other normal blade other than it is constructed of ice. It is extremely sharp, but shatters easily and usually embeds itself in a target. It measures 30 cm in length, and is shaped as an elongated triangle.

Freezing Touch: Tzenidaar's touch is able to drain heat from an object or person. It is powerful enough to freeze free water by touch within a few seconds. On the other hand, this ability can also push heat out of an area, providing a point of little heat as higher temperatures are naturally expanded away from it.

Frozen Fortress: The air around him quickly solidifies into ice as the natural water vapors in the air solidify. At best, it is a quick makeshift defense as it is extremely thin due to the small amounts of actual vapors in the vicinity in most cases.

Frozen Fist Bomb: Ice collects around Tzenidaar's fist and forearm, like a glove. Upon contact with a solid object, the ice bursts forth in a chaotic mesh of frozen spikes, traveling up his arm to collect at his knuckles and then burst outwards. Similarly, this may be used at his feet. This attack is commonly chained into from the frozen fortress as the large amount of ice is further concentrated to a small area.

Ice Blossom: A small sphere of ice is thrown, exploding into spiked protrusions similar to the frozen fist bomb, but on all sides as opposed to a rough direction, after it comes in contact with an object. It can be laid as a mine.

Ice Blossom, Delayed: Exactly the same as the ice blossom, except for the fact that it does not detonate on impact. Rather, it is remote detonated by the chimera as he focusses on it. Rangewise, it is extremely limited due to the effort involved with its use to remote detonate, but extremely effective against skimming evasions.

Wings - Ice: Tzenidaar's skeletal wings are covered in shards of ice that appear as feathers. He is able to fly with these wings, and with enough force, can send the 'feathers' flying like throwing daggers; their edges are razor sharp. Due to the nature of these wings, the temperature around his body is usually extremely low in order to preserve their form.

Quasi-Elemental Vacuum

Cyclone Tunnel: Similar to the cyclone cannon, the tunnel version works in two ways, as a following combo strike, or as its own function. As its own attack, it functions exactly like the cyclone cannon, but the air is sucked towards his fist before dissipating out the sides before it gets to the rest of his arm and body. However, as a combo, spanning from the cyclone cannon, the tunnel version expands the 'life', or rather, duration of the initial cyclone for just a second. During such a time, on the interior of the cyclone, a second one is created, rotating in the opposite direction as the initial twister that pulls while the other pushes. The two small tornados only exist at the same time for a moment before the initial one on the outside dies out. Unlike the cyclone cannon, which may cripple wing-like appendages, the cyclone tunnel more or less will definitely cause this; for the existence of both twisters at the same time, pulling, pushing, and twisting in opposite direction with the amount of force and suddenness that they are, guarantees the effect.

True Slash: By creating a vacuum around one attack, Tzenidaar is able to empower it to deliver a more quick and powerful blow while putting an edge on it similar to a slashing blade through sheer speed rather than sharpness moving through a vaccuum space. Naturally, his own body is protected against the small vaccuum he produces. This attack is most similar to a combination of the pressure cutter and boost with the added effect of a sharp edge of air.

Quasi-Elemental Ash

Black Coating: Tzenidaar breathes out soot which fills the area, expanding in all directions, and sticking to those which come in contact with it. It is effective in revealing invisible objects as well as people.

Ember Storm: Similar to the black coating, white hot embers fill the air in all directions, burning those in contact with it for a short amount of time. It is most effective when burning into someone's fragile eyes when it comes in contact, blinding them briefly.

Ember Rush: The air around Tzenidaar is filled with white hot smoldering embers that follow his movements. If he throws a punch, they will extend from his arm to a limited distance to strike an additional time after his initial attack in the same pattern, though they lack actual force.

Quasi-Elemental Dust

Dusty Coating: Exactly the same as the black coating. Dusty coating however, has the added effect of causing distractions such as sneezing, eye irritation, and filling the mouth and nose with the fine powder.

Semi-Elemental Frost

Frost Breath: As other breath attacks, Tzenidaar's breath comes out as a whirlwind of chilling cold winds and biting shards of frost. It drains heat from an area and can freeze liquids almost instantly.

Blizzard Rush: Exactly as the ember rush except that Tzenidaar is surrounded by a miniature whirling blizzard. Entering close distance would result in one's body being pummeled by harsh cold winds and bits of biting frost. With each attack made, the winds shift and blow the tiny frozen particles in the direction of the last attack.

Semi-Elemental Pumice

Porous Armour: His body becomes encased in pumice that is easily broken though. However, it acts like layers of thick sandpaper, scratching, raking, and tearing at anything caught within it as it moves and grinds against it. It is also effective in lessening blows by reducing the velocity of strikes similar to layers upon layers of material.

Grinder: A secondary function to the porous armour, Tzenidaar can launch a bit of the pumice from his body while attacking. Upon impact, the pumice continues moving onwards, slipping around solid objects and grinding against it as it goes similar to rough sandpaper.

Semi-Elemental Fumes

Flamable Breath: Tzenidaar is able to exhale a flamable gas from his mouth, either as a cloud, or a high pressure jet. With an open flame, it is possible to perform a flamethrower attack without personally supplying heat.

Acid Breath: He blows a heavy mist of corrosive vapors from his mouth. The acidic mist is thick enough that it can stick on to items with a visible layer similar to that of precipitation on glass and melt through steel within seconds of contact.

Combination Techniques

Ten Thousand Fists: Named so by the mirrage of fists which clouds one's vision, the ten thousand fists is an extremely powerful attack combining both fire and air elements. The downside to this however, is that the attack is offset with a lack of accuracy, the sacrifice of a limb, and a large preparation time. Tzenidaar creates a hemisphere of air pressure around himself that can contain heat within it without disappating. After achieving this, the air pressure gets thicker and thicker as the temperature continues to rise until he, along with the intended target are trapped within a bubble of air so hot and thick that neither man can move, trapped within a giant field of force. However, with the addition of Tzenidaar's pressure cutter, it allows him to unleash his attack while holding the target in place. When released, Tzenidaar will throw his fist forward, cutting through the field of force, but at the same time, projected at such a speed that the skin on his knuckles will actually peel off through the air resistance, and the accuracy of the blow would be slightly altered. The force of impact from the blow is enough to shatter the bones in Tzenidaar's arm as the force travels through it, though the same thing can be said about the point of impact on the target. Additionally, the hemisphere concentrates and crashes down on the target, as if the chimera's punch was that of a homing beacon which attracted the rest of the force. The crushing hemisphere's heat gives off the illusion of a countless number of fists flying through the air at the same time as it strikes the target, effectively hiding the real fist.

Copied Techniques

Vahn Fah – One Inch Flak: The popular one inch punch technique used by Vahn Fah is a stolen technique from Tzenidaar's ability to learn the techniques of the original beings. In a similar application, he projects the latent heat energy created from his body though his fist in one concentrated explosive blast of force. However, unlike Vahn's version, which creates a single large explosive force, or Silver Alexander's version, which super-concentrates the blast in one tiny point like an armour piercing bullet, Tzenidaar lacks control. The chimera's version releases multiple small super-concentrated blasts similar to that of a claymore mine. As Vahn can hurl a body through the air with a massive blast, and Silver can pierce through a body at a single point; Tzenidaar's simply shreds into a body and rips apart the insides directly exposed to the blast in a point blank explosion of force and heat-made-shrapnel which sprawls inside the point of impact.

Lazenca Miranda - Negative Flash: The power to instantly freeze an area possessed by Lazenca Miranda is a technique transferred over to the chimera by his ability to learn the techniques of the original beings. Tzenidaar's use of this technique is different that Lazenca's in that it only affects anything in contact with his body. However, because of this, it is much easier to produce a single greater freezing affect on one target rather than an area of effect. Anything touched in such a way causes its temperature to drop to an extreme degree where a near complete state of solidification of matter is achieved; liquids would turn to ice, solids would become extremely hard and brittle. Its effects are like that of a three second duration of direct liquid nitrogen contact. This ability is a performed by touch, and may only be used one touch at a time.

Blood Wars – Devil's Taint Greater Powers

First Layer - Fury of Avernus: Bel, the one devil lord of the nine who actually cares about the blood war, is reflected through the first layer's greater power through a violent fury. Equivalent to a berserker's rage ability, the Fury of Avernus of the first layer of Hell, grants Tzenidaar a boost in physical power, endurance, speed, and removes his sensation of pain and danger, however, he cannot think rationally and cannot differentiate friend from foe. This greater power may be used once a day for the duration of five minutes.

Second Layer - Iron Citadel of Dis: Dispater, archdevil of the second layer of Hell is reflected on Tzenidaar through a seemingly impenetrable barrier of an iron body. Like the iron count, the chimera's skin becomes a dull metallic colour. His skin also takes on a metallic property which protects against slashing attacks as well as increasing his density and weight by one half, but the restrictive properties of metallic skin hampers his agility and severly limits his ability to move quickly. In addition to this, metals which make contact with his skin while under this condition have a small chance to turn to rust (usually ten percent). This greater power may be used once a week for the duration of one minute.

Name: James Black

Race: Human

Age: 27

Birthdate: Unknown

Birthplace: The Lawless City - Heaven\'s Gate

Hair: Black

Eyes: Brown/Grey

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 159 lbs

Appearance: James is a bit on the small side, never having been the biggest kid growing up, and that continued through the rest of his life. He stands a few inches short of the norm, and doesn't really present much of an imposing figure to look at, nor would he really want to. He has no prominent tattoos, scars, or other identifiable marks upon his person, though years of living a dangerous lifestyle have left their share of smaller scars to mark his mileage. One of the larger ones on his right side; a cut he received from a glaive while protecting the princess.

James is a person who seems to attract others, a person who people gravitate to and appreciate, despite everything else around. He is almost always with a smile of some sort upon his face, and rarely is he seen with the opposite.

For the most part, he is fairly athletic in his own right, being a very hands-on person, he is usually running around to different points doing different jobs and tasks just to make sure that everything gets done as it's supposed to be. He thinks little for appearances and keeps that tone with his mussy hair and colorfully eccentric wardrobe. When not dressed up in costume, James tends to wear his familiar black overcoat, a pale replacement to the ancient one which he had given up to a friend back home. The coat itself has several pockets and pouches sewn to the inside lining for James' own use.

Quirks: James has a rather unique personality that can't seem to qualify to any one thing. He is both giddy and somber at the same time, both happy and sad, despite his demeanor, and always thinking, though sometimes not about the matters at hand. For the most part, however, James is an upbeat individual with a positive attitude that can brighten any room if he bothers to put a bit of effort towards it. He has an incredible insight into what other people are thinking and feeling, because he makes it his business to know these things.

He tends to predict the behavior of people around him, and uses that to his advantage when negotiating with them. He always seems to give them what they want, even if they have to give something up to get it, and even if what they want is something that they don't even realize that they want.

One driving force in his life is the drive to make a difference, and to help people... though not in the way that most people think about the concept. Whenever someone gains, someone else loses; that's just the way of the world. James prefers to decide who gets to gain and who has to lose when those situations arise.

All in all, he is a very friendly and helpful person, but he has a sense of duty to those around him and he feels that it's his right, obligation, or responsibility to make sure that things go as planned. Because of his honesty, integrity, intelligence, and ability, he could be described by the phrase "the man who would be king" as leadership seems to come naturally to him and he has shown through experience that he is capable. However, he holds too little faith in his own ideals to act on his own, and will find someone else with lofty goals that he will strive to achieve for them.

Through recent circumstance, James has had an additional set of rules placed upon him, though ones that do not differ far from his own. He is forbidden from telling a lie, forbidden from judging others simply by what they are, and forbidden from causing others suffering or pain without due cause to do so. These are the stipulations that were laid down by The Watcher in return for the divine spark given to him.

Equipment: Just like with his costumes, equipment is usually dependent entirely upon what situation he is going into. He shares the Boy Scout motto of 'be prepared', and never, if he can avoid it, goes into a situation without the tools that he will need. Though at most times he often carries with him an unloaded 9mm pistol, with the ammunition clip in a separate pocket and an empty clip loaded into the weapon, as well as something that resembles a knife.

Normally, however, he will carry with him various tools that may or may not prove useful where he is headed. Though resourcefulness is always the best course of action, if he has a general idea of the situation he will plan accordingly and prepare for it.

He wears a holy symbol around his neck, despite not being a follower of that faith. It was given to him by the god it represents, and is a symbol of that god's approval of him for the good he has done for the princess. Though James has rejected that god twice over, he still holds the medallion as a reminder of his vows to the girl, not to the god.

Additionally, Stryphe is in possession of a pair of books given to him by the Watcher. One of them belongs to James, the other to Stryphe.

Aaron Wrote:

A True Companion and Vice and Virtue were two of a kind; a set for the both of them. Neither were normal books at all, but more precisely they were a record. In either book there were only a few pages of text, seeming as if they were hand written but so precisely and irrevocably scribed that the words were almost a part ot the paper that made up the page. Beyond that every page was blank, every last one.

These books were a record of their actions. Of heroic and despicable actions alike. What they did in the future would determine how the book would be written, and whether the story written within the pages would be that of a good man or an evil one.

The events of the past few days were already written in, but nothing before that. A blank slate, so to speak, and a fresh start on the path to righteousness.

Abilities: While cunning and ingenuity are still the mainstay of James' arsenal, a few things have changed since the good old days when life was simple...

The first change was by accident, or at least it was on his part. At the incident in Desert X, he met an economancer who lent him a coin. Though he knew nothing about economancy, or that this person was even a mage, he did know enough that a man wouldn't toss him a coin in the middle of a gunfight if there wasn't a reason for it. James pocketed the coin, and has never seen the man again to this date. Unknown to James, the effect of this transaction was that by becoming indebted to the economancer he had lost his ability to die until the debt was repayed. He can be injured just like any other man, but until he finds that economancer to repay his debt, James will never truly die. He is completely unaware of this.

The other change that has overcome James was given to him by The Watcher. He is now the proud owner of a divine spark; a small bit of a deity's energy that has been given to him in fulfillment of an agreement, marking him as a Paladin of the Watcher.

He has never had to deal with the metaphysical at any other point in his life, so he is still very unpracticed with it and is slow to grasp the concepts that are unfamiliar to him, such as inner energy, and control through thought and willpower rather than using his own two hands. In addition, the divine spark has not been used enough to fully develop it. The more that he practices, the stronger the spark will become.

The powers granted by the spark are varied, though they can all be traced back to a common theme. It is in James' nature to protect others, the way that he has protected people all his life and the way that he had protected the princess with his life. Because of this, the spark has chosen to manifest itself as protection; granting powers mostly involved in creating metaphysical barriers, and minor healing abilities.

Currently, James has been trying to exercise the spark, but he is still inexperienced and cannot utilize it properly to do anything more than create flashes of light.

History: James' early life was very much like that of those around him at that time in the city of Heaven's Gate. The poor were crowded into sectors of decaying buildings and gang rule, while those with the wealth reaped the benefits of what small police force remained within the city.

Like all of those in his situation, there was little hope for ever going anywhere but into the dumpster with the others. James lived the life of a homeless orphan, no one was even sure of his real name. All he knew is that he wanted to escape... From an early age the nuns who ran the orphanage had called him James, and that was what he remained up until the point in life when he needed something more. He chose a last name because it was required, a generic name for a not quite so generic person, that is the history of Mr. James Black.

James never had parents. He was found in an alley at the age of two, with no identification and no family that came forward to take him. He was brought to an orphanage that was run within a local convent, and there he stayed for the majority of his young life.

For the first few years, James was all but unresponsive. He wouldn't play with the other children, he wouldn't go outside, he wouldn't even speak. Most of his day was spent sitting in front of the television, staring at it for hours and hours. All of the Sisters worried about him, but none of them really knew what to do about the boy who hadn't spoken a single word since he had come there.

At the age of eight this changed, though. He suddenly began to talk... and not just a little bit, but endlessly. He would talk up a storm all day and all night, he would start arguments with the other children simply so that he could have someone to shout back and forth with, but when he sat in front of the television he would still remain motionless and quiet, almost trance-like, no matter how many times he had seen the show already.

And then, one day, at the age of eleven, James... vanished.

No one knew where he had gone to, he had just left in the middle of the night without a trace. The orphanage didn't see James Black for many years after that. Until one day, after a mass held by the nuns, Sister Agatha caught sight of a man as he was leaving, a man dressed well for the neighborhood that the small chapel catered to, and who had stood in the back without taking a seat for the entire service. She approached him to question him, and to her surprise, found herself face to face with their own missing James.

For years afterwards, the Sisters would see him come and go, but he always managed to slip out before they could catch him. However, the orphanage was suddenly left with a windfall. Once a week, at the Sunday mass, a large donation would always be left for the Sisters. It took nearly four years of this until the Sisters managed to corner him again and properly thank him for his generosity.

"Every kid deserves a home," was all that James could say in his defense.

When James ran away from the orphanage, he did what every other little boy would have dreamed of doing... he became a consultant.

A private consultant, technically... people came to him with problems, and he made them go away. Whether the problem was a person who was causing trouble, a thing that they didn't have, or simply that they had lost their keys in the gutter on the way back from the market. James set to work being the little man for hire around the neighborhood and, after a while, around the city in general. Though he started a habit then that he kept forever afterwards... whenever he was paid for a job, he would take half of his payment and put it in a shoe box under his desk. On Sunday mornings, he would sneak back to the orphanage, avoiding the Sisters as best he could, and slip that money into the donation box.

Theft, trickery, and just general underhandedness was the name of the game in the lawless city. One could only acquire something through theft or bartering, and one could only keep as many things as they could protect from theft. This is the world that James came to know, and it was the way that he grew up.

At the age of thirteen, James' life took a sharp turn. He found a brother.

Not a true brother of his own, but someone who he could call a brother, and care for like one. The brother's name was Steven White, he was five years older than James, and he had come to Heaven's Gate from outside of the Free World to find his younger brother, who had run away years before to the lawless city. Steven, however, had come from a fairly well-to-do family in the countries, and had no real concept of how to take care of himself in a place like Heaven's Gate.

James first came to him as a friend, offering to help Steven make his way in the city... though at the first chance available, he had been planning to take all of Steven's money and run off. But after a few days, the two grew attached, and they found a comradery, even if they did not find Steven's brother Vincent.

Over time their relationship developed into a strong friendship, James looking after the other boy like a bigger brother, despite being so much younger. Together they made a promise to keep the destitute city from crushing their hopes and dreams; one that they fulfilled eventually, after a few of the most memorable months of their lives.

The two were hired for a job to find a lost child, which pulled the both of them into the center of a war between the Reclamation Forces and the powerful corporation Creation Industries.

If you want much more detail than that, you'll have to buy the book when I finish writing it.

RP History

The Black Dragon Syndicate

Heaven's Gate is a long way from Gaia... far enough away that it is a place where people have never heard of meta-humans or magic talismans other than in fairy tales. The corporation Creation Industries intended to expand its business to Gaian shores, but before it did that it needed to know what it would meet there: competing businesses, organized crime, and the populace. So it sent one man ahead to gather information, and that is how James Black first came to Barton.

Gathering information on organized crime is a delicate process, though. You can just ask on the street corner which gang controls which area, but gaging their strength in numbers and resources, as well as learning their enemies and intentions, that is a far more involved task.

Casual conversations with a member late at night in a bar... asking about the organization while feigning interest in joining up... joining with a rival in order to steal information about one in particular... or gaining the trust of one by infiltrating another: two birds with one stone.

James was contracted with an assassination against the leader of one faction, the Black Dragon Syndicate. To this end he joined with the organization and acted accordingly... making sure to be just suspicious enough so that they would feel stupid later for suspecting him after he displayed acts of honesty and devotion to the group. All a part of the plan, after all. The target was a hellspawn by the name of Stryphe, and James would observe him and his organization until he knew enough to decide how to act.

The Grand Hunt

The Grand Hunt was the name given to a frantic search made to find six specific elementally aligned artifacts before the magi that were their owners arrived on the shores of Barton to claim them. Great rewards were promised to those that found them, and the artifacts themselves were no small trophy either; being able to enhance one's own abilities... although the hidden cost to them was greater than many would have paid had the magic not tempted them.

Knowing the possibilities of total chaos, James took advantage of the situation and began to exploit and manipulate the people who searched for the artifacts for their own gain; using their desperation to find the items to his own advantage and to obtain them in the name of the Black Dragon Syndicate.

James Black Wrote:

"The safest place to keep a treasure is another person's pocket..."

"But then again, that is assuming it is a pocket stuitably loyal, or adequately disloyal, enough to ensure that it is there to be picked when the time comes... and when it all comes down to it, every little thing that you do can influence the end result... every word you speak... every action you take... every time you try to sneak past someone to find out what they're up to..."

Throughout the Hunt, James made a number of allies and enemies... mostly enemies, as he had intended. Allies expect a man to confide in them and to share with them both treasure and secrets, and these were not things James wished to share. Enemies, however, only expect you to bring them harm, and it is much easier to keep an eye on them that way. Among the enemies he made was a woman named Amaris, whom he tempted to betray him time and time again in order to uncover the location of the artifacts. True to her nature, the demoness attempted to undermine him by seeking the aid of a telepath whom had been warned against becoming involved with James; one obstacle circumvented. As soon as he was through with Amaris, James instead went to Owle Isohos, the telepath, and won her favor over the bitter Amaris by promising that he would not ask her to help him find the artifacts... and with a few small gifts skillfully picked after learning of Owle's fascinations.

Above all, though, the Hunt introduced James to the bane of his existence for years to come: Seyumi Kaikou, the High Priestess of Falis.

James Black Wrote:

> Sey Wrote: > "If that is the case then I only see it as a test of my Faith. I hold nothing dear except for my god-given ability to help others with my magic. To fight against the selfishness that such a pendant would cause and learn to use it's power to heal- it practically screams for me, calls out in the heavenly voices of the gods. It's a test to obtain the power I need to become the greatest white mage of my time- of all time. My resolve is set- I will do what I must to get this pendant at all costs."

"Then I'll not help you," he said, ramming the cork back into the bottle.

"Power corrupts, my dear, and you've just been corrupted by the thought of it." A cold stare across her face showed for the first time no smile upon his. "Your quest to heal the sick, feed the hungry, provide for the needy... very kind of you, very noble... but only if that is what you are in it for. You would steal from a sleeping woman, abuse a dangerous object, and place yourself in danger, simply for power? And what if your rightious fury is taken in by the powers that dwell within those trinkets and you lose yourself in the process? What will happen then? You can help more now than you ever could as such a twisted creature."

He slipped down from the stool, taking a few steps around her, before leaning in again from behind, whispering his speech into her ear.

"I, my dear, am here to help you, as I said before... and how I will do so is this: No matter what you say, no matter what you do, I will see to it that you never lay one finger upon that pendant."

His stance resumed, and his stature remained calm and placid, but the smile returned to his face once again. "...this is how I will help you... be thankful."

"If that is the case then I only see it as a test of my Faith. I hold nothing dear except for my god-given ability to help others with my magic. To fight against the selfishness that such a pendant would cause and learn to use it's power to heal- it practically screams for me, calls out in the heavenly voices of the gods. It's a test to obtain the power I need to become the greatest white mage of my time- of all time. My resolve is set- I will do what I must to get this pendant at all costs."

Seyumi was anxious, she was energetic, and she was so very young and hopeful... thinking that she could save the world as long as she tried hard enough. It was almost infectious, and before he knew it she had gotten under his skin, and he under hers... though it wasn't meant to be. He saw that she had a good heart, but a bad head, and tried to set her on the right path; instead, she refused like a mule and pushed on ahead...

Sey Wrote:

Sey shivered as James whispered in her ear, a chill running down her nearly bare back. She closed her eyes and felt her legs wobble like jello, nearly falling into James' chest. At the last second she regained her balance, her right hand fingering her ring.

Turning around and looking at James with slightly hooded eyes, Sey leaned towards him, allowing a hairswidth between her body and his. Licking her lips and leaning in towards his face, Sey shifted slightly and whispered into his ear.

"... Thank you again James..."

He said many things, she said many things, and in the end they parted ways... but that was, after all, only the beginning. Their destinies were henceforth intertwined; sometimes pleasantly, sometimes painfully.

The Grand Battle for Barton Town

Doom loomed over Barton soon after, in the form of a dark army that was raised by the true owners of the damned artifacts that had entrapped so many people in the Hunt. The people became divided among themselves; siding either with those who would be the conquerers or those who would be conquered. In anticipation of an attack upon the city, many of the residents formed a militia, calling themselves the Defenders of Barton. Once this group was established, once again a certain character appeared from the woodwork to offer them the deal of a lifetime.

James Black Wrote:

"Hiyo, people!" he said in a boisterous tone as he walked in, "Long time no see, long time no hear, long time no something else... I hear there's a problem going on here, and as I've so often put in the past I'm perfectly willing to offer my services in getting rid of it."

He glanced about the room with a comical grin upon his face and the hat spilling off one side of his head like a stereotypical door to door salesmen pitching his wares.

"The name's James Black and I grant wishes..."

One of the key figures in this militia, performing more duties than simply the spiritual leader for the soldiers' morale, was that same Seyumi Kaikou that James had become entangled with in the Hunt, and in a few small instances since then. It really did seem that their destines were intertwined and inseparable... except for the tension that had built. Seyumi was in a relationship with Stryphe, the leader of the Black Dragon Syndicate and the man marked for death by James' own hand.

Things always seemed to become more complicated as soon as loyalties were established.

Taking a position immediately under Seyumi, James was sure to be at her side throughout whatever danger the war might throw their way. Feeling that she was needed, she would rush headlong into danger and he was always right beside her to ensure that she came back safely. The militia may have been able to win the battle, but not if their will to fight was destroyed before their ability to fight was.

James Black Wrote:

> Sey Wrote: > Her stomach and chest ached from her earlier wounds and Sey shivered despite the lack of a cool breeze.

"It's just the way life is sometimes..." James pulled himself up the wall, standing from where he had been sitting against it, and stepping out beside Sey on the scaffolding above the troops.

With a shrug of his shoulders and the sound of a metalic clanking, James slid his traditional black overcoat off from his shoulders and into his hands instead, holding it up and resting it about Sey's shoulders.

"You're important to everyone here, not just because of what you can do to help them, but because you're a role model..." he continued to talk as he pulled the hem of the coat tighter over her shoulders, covering the armor she already wore with another layer, the cold metalic surface of her garb scraping against the steel plates which were sewn onto the inside of the coat, "...you're a strong, brave woman... you're a healer, a protector, a leader... you're someone that they can look up to as a symbol of what is good in the face of this evil..."

James leaned in a bit closer behind her as his hands pulled the hem of the coat in even further, the two folds overlaping as it encircled her completely. James himself, his arms wrapped about her like the coat itself, gestured down at the formation of troops below, awaiting her orders to act.

"...it doesn't matter if you're really all of that... it doesn't matter if you think that you're a horrid person who doesn't deserve one bit of their respect... To them you're a goddess... perfect in every way..."

A little closer, a little tighter, he held her now, sliding his body in as close as he could get against her armor as his voice lowered to little more than a whisper in her ear as he spoke.

"Let them have their goddess... they need you just to be here more than anything else."

Her stomach and chest ached from her earlier wounds and Sey shivered despite the lack of a cool breeze.

Late in the second day of the siege dragonriders flew over the western wall of the city; using the setting sun to hide themselves from view. At the lead of these riders was the dark lord Samael himself, and impetuous as always Sey rushed to meet him in combat. James was not willing to let her go alone, but she was unwilling to let him come along and face the danger; it was only through Owle Isohos and her short-lived ability to transform herself into a silver dragon that James was able to intervene in the battle taking place in the skies above the city... intervention that was more than painful, as to put a stop to the dark lord's curses James tackled the man out of his own saddle and sent the both of them plummeting towards the city below.

Luck seemed to be on both of their sides, however, as Samael was swallowed up by an intervening portal and James was rescued before the fall had a chance to kill him.

James Black Wrote:

"...YOU IDIOT!" he finally gave in and shouted, pushing himself up from the ground and taking her forcibly by the wrist. "If you EVER try something like that again I'm going to make sure that you're tied down to a bed for the duration of this war!"

It seemed nothing would deter the woman from pursuing revenge for the lives that had been lost. Her heart was in the right place, but her head never seemed to be. The day was coming to a close and the fighting would soon conclude so that both sides could regroup and measure their losses, but in the last moments of the day a disaster befell the militia. From the sky a death knight known as the Voice swooped down to abduct Seyumi; James fought to protect her but in a rush of dark magic the three of them were spirited away to the main camp of Samael's army. There was little more that the two defenders could do in the face of those odds, and they were taken prisoner by Samael's army.

Under lock and key, Seyumi was quick to lose hope, becoming lost in her own depression and feelings of uselessness for not having been able to bring a swift conclusion to the conflict. James held strong, and began to form a plan for their escape, but fate intervened beforehand:

A sickly man was thrown into the prison with them, carrying with him a bundle of rags that he had refused to give up even under threats against his life... unfortunately, that life ended almost as quickly as his withered body hit the floor, muttering about his parcel.

That was the first time that James lay his eyes upon the Sword of the Forgotten; its glistening black blade and rune emblazoned hilt seemed even darker than the darkness in that prison, and more hopeless. In their destitute situation Seyumi was drawn in by the whispered promises of power and revenge that the blade spoke to her, and before he could save her she was corrupted by the evil power of the Forgotten One.

The Forgotten One's army of shades; enslaved souls given flesh through the dark desires of the blade's holder; created a commotion in the camp as they rose from the shadows and the dead bodies all around and began to slaughter Samael's army to feed their own numbers. Using the chaos Seyumi managed to escape the prison, and though James chased after her the shades and demons that ran rampant throughout the encampment slowed his progress. By the time he caught up to her, she had already used the power hungry taint to destroy Samael's body. With the dark lord out of the way the Forgotten One and its army was free once again upon the face of Gaia.

The shades seemed to have adopted Sey as their queen, and she, in turn, had been corrupted by them into a vengeful madwoman bent on destroying the very thing she had fought to protect only hours before. However, the fates had another plan in store for the new shadow queen, as a bolt of lightning struck her from the sky and left her body broken upon the city streets below. The man whom had called it was an assassin named Caell, who was killed before he could finish the job by James Black and Flare Sithfallin.

Without the holder of the sword the shade army was scattered, and the link to the Forgotten One was broken. They were routed by the militia and nearly wiped out with the exception of a few groups that survived.

So ended the Battle of Barton.

Creation Industries and the Rebuilding of Leviathan Stadium

Shortly after the famed Leviathan Stadium was burned to the ground in the Providence Incident, Creation Industries decided that it was time to put their plan into action. James had been gathering information on Gaia for over a year, and the corporation decided that it was time to move forwards. So, they sent James Black to make an offer...

Enki Leviathan Wrote:

> James Black Wrote: > "I'm a peddler of smiles, a merchant of happiness, a genie in a bottle, and everything that you desire..." the man began again; tipping his head to the side slightly as he rambled off more or less the same thing over and over again... "My name is James Black, and I grant wishes."

Enki pushes his glasses up a little bit on his nose as he listens to the man

I don't need a wish granted, I need a construction crew...

"I'm a peddler of smiles, a merchant of happiness, a genie in a bottle, and everything that you desire..." the man began again; tipping his head to the side slightly as he rambled off more or less the same thing over and over again... "My name is James Black, and I grant wishes."

Taking the contract to rebuild the stadium, Creation Industries sent to work a meta-human crew that did the work in a fraction of the time that a normal crew would be able to without much more expensive heavy machinery. They were beginning to exploit the natural resources that Gaia had to offer, starting with the population itself.

In a few short months the Leviathan was standing tall and proud, more spectacular than it had ever been in the past. In celebration of the grand re-opening, an event was slated for the new year: The first annual Heaven or Hell Tournament.

The Broken City and the Incident at Desert X

It was several months after the Grand Battle that Seyumi Kaikou's situation changed. The injuries she had suffered and the broken spirit she felt after having been the pawn of the Forgotten One were more than human hands could mend, and she had been in isolation for nearly a year. But, upon the day of her recovery she was visited by two people from her past: the hellspawn Stryphe Epothos and the man James Black.

As it has always been said, fate can be cruel. The tension between the three of them grew. Stryphe hurt Seyumi, Seyumi cried to James, and James did his best to console her broken heart. The complexities of their long relationship and that of the relationship between James and Stryphe did not make the task any easier...

Troubled raised its head once more soon after, and just as they had many times already, they set out to right it in their own way; together with the scattered members of the Black Dragon Syndicate who were brought back together the group headed towards Carter City, where rampaging robots were tearing the city apart.

The group managed to defeat an armored tank known as Artillery through teamwork, and captured the heart of the machine as proof of their accomplishment, but they were not through with their trials yet. Seeking the prize that they had won, another group attacked them upon the hill, and though the battle that followed was short it was not without its cost. In the end James shot a wind mage named Truewind and took his leg, and the other group retreated.

They returned with the core to the Temple of Falis, which was their staging grounds, feeling good in their victory over the machines. However, as they set foot upon the holy ground fate threw another curveball in the form of a curse upon the core that caused the person who held it to be stricken with blindness. The core was passed between them, from Seyumi to Stryphe, who stole it from her, and then to James as he willingly took the curse upon himself in order to allow Stryphe to fight. He tried to aid the hellspawn as best he could, but he was still injured in the battle and was forced to escape into the nearby woods.

Alone in those woods, with the blindness consuming him and a bleeding wound in his leg James had a vision... or perhaps it was a hallucination... or perhaps it was a dream. It could have been any of these three, except for the physical evidence left behind. He had a vision of God... specifically Seyumi's god, who told him many things, but most importantly he gave James a holy symbol to mark his approval of the man.

When James awoke in the forest hours later, he had many questions about the 'dream' he had experienced, but no time to question it in. The cursed cores of the four robots were being called back to Desert X, and James had to go. There were four people there when he arrived, each with one of the robot cores. Unfortunately, there was also another, fully functioning robot that needed to be dealt with. During the battle one of the other three threw a coin to James. Knowing well enough that magic sometimes works in mysterious ways, he did not question it and simply caught it, assuming that the man had some reason for throwing money at his allies in the middle of a battle.

He has not seen this man again to date.

After the robot was destroyed James returned to the temple, hoping that the princess could attend to his injuries; but when he arrived there was a battle taking place, someone had attacked the temple. James crashed through the temple gates on a motorcycle and drove straight through them all, before collapsing at the altar from his wounds.

Revelations and the Vale

James went again to the temple, looking for the princess. She was about to leave again to another crusade, and to another battle over people and land... one that she could not avoid because one of the sides that was fighting was that of the shades; the very same shades that had survived the Battle of Barton. He regretted not going with her, but time after time things were beginning to get more painful for him to do so. Not because of injuries, but because it hurt him to see her putting herself in danger the way that she did.

James Black Wrote:

"I... worry about you from time to time. I'm sure you know that. Whenever I'm not here I'm always thinking that I should be. I suppose it's just the way things are... the way I am, the way you are."

James looked to the ground for an instant, then back; a twisted smirk clearly hiding a bit of pain. "I hope you won't be too much trouble for Cail and Mary," he resumed finally, "worrying about your happiness is bad for a man's... heart."

Sey Wrote:

"I don't want to impede upon your life, James. I'll reiterate what I said to you on Carter Hill Top however. I love you." Walking towards him and leaning towards him for a kiss, Sey pecked his cheek before settling back onto the soles of her feet.

"... Like a brother."

Sey spoke the words though the feelings in her heart were still jumbled and confused.

James Black Wrote:

"It's a little bit funny," James said, though he wasn't really laughing; the breathless chuckle that came with it was almost bitter, "I've spent my whole life making sure that the people that matter to me can have what they want.. and what they need... but there doesn't seem to be a damn thing I can do for myself, is there?"

When she returned he came to find her again, having many words in his heart and in his head that needed to be said. None of them seemed to want to come out, though... though James was a truthful man, he was a far cry from an honest one... especially when there were things that were important to hide. For years the princess had been chasing after the demon as he did what he could to protect her, both from the world outside and from herself when necessary. For years he kept silent for the sake of her happiness, not wanting to say anything of his own feelings if they could interfere with her life and her chance at happiness.

But sometimes, after keeping something bottled up inside for all that time, it finds ways out...

James Black Wrote:

"Never again," James said to her... almost sighing when he did; though he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, leaning his head down to touch his forehead against hers.

"If you'll have me..." he continued, "...let me always stand by your side."

Her god appeared once again in the temple... this time to force her to choose between her own life, and the life of a devoted clergyman. Stryphe, having had bad blood between himself and the god for quite some time, flew into a violent rage and attacked the deity in the temple courtyard.

James, on the other hand, was just plain pissed off.

James Black Wrote:

James grabbed Stryphe by the front of the shirt, leaning over him at that instant. With a fierce jerk, the man pulled the demon up from the ground, cocked back his left arm, and delivered a blow across Stryphe's jaw.

"What the ****** do you think you're doing you son of a b*h?"

Pre-emptively, as soon as he withdrew his fist, he reached back and pointed a finger at the god.

"And you! Sit down and shut up! I've got a lot to say and you're not going anywhere until I've said it!"

James Black Wrote:

"GOD." James shouted, "DAMNIT."

"You might be holier than thou, but you're certainly acting like it! What the hell gives you the right!" He didn't hold back, this wasn't some little fit, this wasn't some street punk who didn't know right from wrong. This was God, and James was pissed.

"Choose!? What the hell do you expect her to choose! You, you b*****d?" James reached out and grabbed for Falis' clothes. He wasn't intending to hit him... yet... but this guy had a lot of nerve.

"What choice does she have to make! What gives you the right to force her to choose! Her entire life is devoted to you, everything she does, it's YOU! YOU! YOU! She finally gets a piece of happiness for herself and you tell her to CHOOSE!?"

"I don't care if you're Falis, Moses, or goddamn YAHWEH! If you do one more thing! Say one more word to give her any more pain, I'm going to kick your a out of the ****** prime!"

"********! NOW!"

He subdued Stryphe and chastised Falis, making sure to get in his two cents about every twisted little commandment and holy war that he had the displeasure of being a part of over the past few years, and not holding back a single ounce of his violent hatred that had built up after seeing what this deity had put the princess through day after day. His love, his hatred, and the beliefs he held all poured out at once in front of the princess and her god.

Sey Wrote:

James' angry tirade only made her heart crunch more as she realized how much he cared for her. He didn't have to say anything blatant and she knew, she finally knew.

Holding onto Stryphe's head a little tighter and running her fingers gently through his hair, Sey stared at James' back and felt her heart wrench.

James Black Wrote:

James released the god, and took a step back. He huffed. He dug his hands into his pockets... and he looked back at the priestess... no, that wasn't it, was it? That was the choice... it was either the priestess, or it was Seyumi.

"...what do I have to do..." James said, his tone almost inaudible. "What makes it right?"

James had spent his entire life making deals... now it seemed that he held none of the cards. Well... maybe one.

The slightest hint of that mischevious smile returned to his face as James turned back to the Eternal Light; his left hand reached up and tore the medalion from his neck, holding it on the dangling chain between them.

"I'll trade you. One for one. Can't get any more fair than that, right? Give Seyumi her life... in exchange you can have mine."

He held the medalion a little higher.

"The way things are... you might lose her either way. Compassion is what she believed you stood for... justice... charity. Don't make her wrong about all that."

James Black Wrote:

> Avatar of Falis Wrote: > There's only one left James. One. I need to know if there will be one or none.

"As god as my witness," James said, not intending the pun, "I will never let anyone hurt her. I swear to god, I won't."

His fist clenched tightly around the chain, digging his fingernails into the palm of his hand, he ground his teeth, he held his breath, and his right eye twitched once as a tear rolled over his top lip.

"...don't let fear decide for you..."

There's only one left James. One. I need to know if there will be one or none.

Sey Wrote:

Sey clung to James like she was in huricane winds, her body shaking like a small animal. It was something that she wanted more then anything in the world, to be loved and feel secure in someone's arms. She had that now, but who, who could protect that?

Swallowing back her tears and loosening her death grip on James' back, Sey stared up at him with tears in her grey eyes.

"James..? I love you. And I'm not teasing this time. B-but please..." She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face against his chest.

He tried to sell his soul to the devil... or the closest thing he'd ever met to one. In order to save the princess, he'd done everything he could and it still hadn't been enough. Apparently, for a trash man like him, who'd been thrown away by his parents and had grown up in the gutter, his soul just wasn't good enough.

When the morning came, Seyumi Kaikou was gone, and he could not follow her.

The Watcher

In the aftermath of that disastrous night James and Stryphe were left wondering where to go from there. Their answer came in the form of a visitor, one that they had both met before but neither were familiar with. His name was Aaron, and though he masqueraded as a humble paladin beneath the guise there was much more there. Known as the Watcher to some, the quiet, unassuming man was every bit as much a god as Falis, and he had come to make a deal with the two men.

Falis had made deals with each of them, and after the previous night he may just as well have severed all ties because of the selfish and unjust display that he had shown in the face of someone whom had done nothing but devote her life to his cause. It was the Watcher's proposition that they instead join him as a slap in the face to the deity, saying once and for all that he would not have them. Stryphe agreed to the deal, and James followed suit. In only a minute they were both initiated into paladin hood, members #1 and #2 of the holy order of the Watcher.

Aaron Wrote:

"There would be the standard fringe benefits of being a holy man, as you're already aquainted, Stryphe. Though there would be a few rules of conduct." He began counting on the fingers of his right hand as he listed them off. "No lying. No prejudice. No wanton acts of cruelty."

That was it, three cardinal rules apparently. "It can all really be summed up under 'be a good person and the world will be kind to you'. I am not like these others, I don't care about beurocracy or temple services. Charity is nice but those who help themselves are destined for greatness. Dishonesty is the perversion of truthful information, and people need the truth in order to learn from it."

Aaron Wrote:

"That's exactly why you both are the best men for the job. Stryphe, you have a free spirit and can't be weighed down by tradition. James, you're unfailingly loyal."

Aaron reached over and pulled off his right glove, extending a the hand to each of them in turn. His skin was almost white, seeming to radiate with divine energy... there was a reason he never took those gloves off, after all.

"Welcome to the neutral side, my friends."

The Unnatural Triad

Once again chaos ensued in Gaia, this time due to a trio of outsiders intent on unraveling the world so that they could return to where they had come from. Through the many disasters that took place over those few days, it was only when their plot was exposed that the chaos finally began to make sense.

James, along with Stryphe and a girl they met along the way named Ulfdisa, broke through the men of Cerberus that had sided with the outsiders and made their way into the dimensional rift that would be the end of it all.

James Black Wrote:

"WE COME IN PEACE! MORE OR LESS!"

The three outsiders were busy at work attacking the world from the inside of that dimensional rift. They wouldn't answer any questions and seemed to be hurriedly at work. That, combined with the savage violence of the men standing guard outside just filled James and Stryphe with doubt about the credibility of these people's actions.

So they rescinded the offer of a peaceful resolution.

James Black Wrote:

"I TAKE THAT BACK. WE COME IN WAR."

In response the outsiders attacked them; the two men drawing weapons and the woman instead summoning an enormous stone monster.

James summoned a sportscar.

James Black Wrote:

The engine revved. The men gritted their teeth and filled their minds with swear words. And the golem awaited.

James stepped off the brake and floored the gas; spinning the wheels in the sportscar uncontrollably as the car suddenly jerked forwards with a burst of speed. His right hand started to glow: the Master Healer marble reacting to the small amount of holy power he'd received from The Watcher and amplifying it.

All to flow straight into Stryphe.

It was like the end scene from an anime... Where the hero stands up ready to face down the great evil of the universe, and all the friends that he'd collected along the way give up their power for one last showdown. Only it wasn't 'all his friends'... it was James and Disa... and a sportscar.

"MOTHER ********>

The aftermath of the SHITSTORMCANNON was something to behold. With their monster gone and adventurers pouring in through the dimensional rift, the outsiders didn't stand a chance. Hiroshi fell first, then Minxi, and finally Tadashi...

With the three of them gone the rift couldn't stay open any longer, and the little world began to collapse around everyone. The adventurers flooded out, and landed knee-deep in the Barton fountain.

Blasphemous Barbecue

With the damage from the week done, and everyone aching, the flow of adventurers directed itself to the Temple of Falis in order to recover from their bumps and bruises. There James ran into Flare, whom he'd crossed paths with during the chaos while she was in an altered state.

...and relayed the events of the past few days to her...

> James Black Wrote: > "How's your girlfriend doing by the way?"

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > "What the hell are you talking about, James?" she asked, her voice remaining even. "What girlfriend?" > > > > > Though doubts swirled in her mind, Flare wasn't about to let anyone see how James' words had shaken her. She didn't remember where she was in the last...how long? > > > > > Had James...had she...

> James Black Wrote: > "Your girl..." he said; motioning with his hands in front of him to trace an hourglass figure, "...with the knives." > > > > > "We ran into you girls in Gambino. You seemed pretty out of it," he started, smiling deviously as he spoke. "I mean, you two were all over us~"

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > "Alia," Flare corrected him. "You've seen her?" > > > > > "Well...did you enjoy it?"

> James Black Wrote: > "She was pretty worn out, last I saw her was Gold Mountain. We had to run but she should be fine." > > > > > He lowered his head, shaking it slowly from side to side and laughing with an overt grin. > > > > > "Damn fun times, damn fun times... what was it back then?" James scratched the back of his head with his left for just a moment; then snapped his fingers with realization. He reached forwards, fingers pointed like a gun... inches from Flare's chest; his head cocked to the side with a grin. > > > > > "A shot in the tits."

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > Flare couldn't keep it up. In all her years of practicing being calm, composed, perfectly calculating in the most dangerous of moments...she cracked. > > > > > She stared open mouthed at James, frozen like a statue, even while Stryphe walked by... > > > > > Barrrr-ing barrr-ing! > > > > > The little pink cellular phone in her pouch buzzed, and, too numb to try and conceal the color when she picked it up, Flare answered. > > > > > "Flare! I'm at the Gold Mountain Casino in Gambino..." > > > > > s**t. > > > > > "They're holding me at security, I woke up all tied up...Flare? Flare, are you there?" > > > > > Flipping the cell phone cover down, Flare took a deep breath and made on last ditch attempt at regaining her composure. > > > > > "Tied up? I didn't think you were into that, James."

> James Black Wrote: > "I've got to give you credit though, it got pretty damn hot back there. Damn hot. You've got some nice moves -" > > > > > "Why do you sound so interested? You were there."

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > "And Brad...I suppose you enjoyed his company as well, didn't you?" > > > > > She licked her lips, opening her mouth only slightly. "He's damn good in bed you know~" > > > > > > > > Allen Wrote: > > "What? You guys were fighting?" > > "Fighting?" She hated it, but she had to look to James for confirmation. "Were we?" > > "What? You guys were fighting?"

> James Black Wrote: > "Of course not... He was with Stryphe." > > > > > James shook his head again, waving it off. > > > > > "The two of us? Oh, we're much too close for that~... We weren't fighting at all, though you did get pretty violent with the bossman for a while." > > > > > "...you look a little confused, Flare... Don't tell me you've forgotten about how close we were last night?"

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > Wonderful. The two of them? > > > > > Flare wanted to hit him. > > > > > She settled for a right hook, using her off hand.

> James Black Wrote: > Smack! > > > > > ...of course he was still grinning. > > > > > "It was worth it."

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > "I'd be ashamed of myself if it wasn't."

> James Black Wrote: > "I'll catch you again some time, then," he said confidently; sliding one hand into his pocket as he slipped past behind her, hugging obnoxiously close as he did so. "Maybe I can help you remember a few things..."

> Flare Sithfallin Wrote: > "Buy me a few drinks, first."

- Spot reserved for St. Agrippina. -

Trouble at Farpoint

The Farpoint incident was one in which James had little involvement. He'd arrived in town to help the local law enforcement with their investigation of missing people... perhaps murders. In the end the town seemed to think him a hero for helping the citizens evacuate, though the invasion had put a stop to his investigation just when he was starting to understand the method to Marg's madness.

In the end, James decided that he was much better at perpetrating crimes than solving them.

RP Sample: For the love of god... look up!

"How's your girlfriend doing by the way?"

"What the hell are you talking about, James?" she asked, her voice remaining even. "What girlfriend?"

Though doubts swirled in her mind, Flare wasn't about to let anyone see how James' words had shaken her. She didn't remember where she was in the last...how long?

Had James...had she...

"Your girl..." he said; motioning with his hands in front of him to trace an hourglass figure, "...with the knives."

"We ran into you girls in Gambino. You seemed pretty out of it," he started, smiling deviously as he spoke. "I mean, you two were all over us~"

"Alia," Flare corrected him. "You've seen her?"

"Well...did you enjoy it?"

"She was pretty worn out, last I saw her was Gold Mountain. We had to run but she should be fine."

He lowered his head, shaking it slowly from side to side and laughing with an overt grin.

"Damn fun times, damn fun times... what was it back then?" James scratched the back of his head with his left for just a moment; then snapped his fingers with realization. He reached forwards, fingers pointed like a gun... inches from Flare's chest; his head cocked to the side with a grin.

"A shot in the tits."

Flare couldn't keep it up. In all her years of practicing being calm, composed, perfectly calculating in the most dangerous of moments...she cracked.

She stared open mouthed at James, frozen like a statue, even while Stryphe walked by...

Barrrr-ing barrr-ing!

The little pink cellular phone in her pouch buzzed, and, too numb to try and conceal the color when she picked it up, Flare answered.

"Flare! I'm at the Gold Mountain Casino in Gambino..."

s**t.

"They're holding me at security, I woke up all tied up...Flare? Flare, are you there?"

Flipping the cell phone cover down, Flare took a deep breath and made on last ditch attempt at regaining her composure.

"Tied up? I didn't think you were into that, James."

"I've got to give you credit though, it got pretty damn hot back there. Damn hot. You've got some nice moves -"

"Why do you sound so interested? You were there."

"And Brad...I suppose you enjoyed his company as well, didn't you?"

She licked her lips, opening her mouth only slightly. "He's damn good in bed you know~"

> Allen Wrote: > "What? You guys were fighting?"

"Fighting?" She hated it, but she had to look to James for confirmation. "Were we?"

"What? You guys were fighting?"

"Of course not... He was with Stryphe."

James shook his head again, waving it off.

"The two of us? Oh, we're much too close for that~... We weren't fighting at all, though you did get pretty violent with the bossman for a while."

"...you look a little confused, Flare... Don't tell me you've forgotten about how close we were last night?"

Wonderful. The two of them?

Flare wanted to hit him.

She settled for a right hook, using her off hand.

Smack!

...of course he was still grinning.

"It was worth it."

"I'd be ashamed of myself if it wasn't."

"I'll catch you again some time, then," he said confidently; sliding one hand into his pocket as he slipped past behind her, hugging obnoxiously close as he did so. "Maybe I can help you remember a few things..."

"Buy me a few drinks, first."

Character Name: Maximos Lucillien Dark

Alias: The Destroyer, The Shadow, The Magician, Reaper, Uriel, Maxi, Max

Age: 54

Gender: Male

Height: 6ft 3inches

Weight: 215lbs

Race: Arian Shadowlander

Racial Specifics:As an Arian, Maximos is naturally unable to draw in energies from his environment and ages at half a normal human rate. As a Shadowlander, Maximos is highly attuned with darkness. See abilities, Lilara's Hunger and Shadowcraft for details.

Character History: What man has his entire life story out in the open for all to see. How much more fitting then is it that a Shadow should remain exactly that, a shadow, a mystery, unknowable by nature. One who enters lives unassuming and with a smile and leaves them like a ghost. Those who would see the truth of this shadow, would do best to ask him.

Appearance

"Maximos was a gentleman and a kind soul, but most people thought he was rather intimidating at first meeting him." - Hono'o Arashi Raven

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Maximos appears to be in his mid twenties. He stands a full 6ft 3inchs tall, his skin is a sort of pale just shy of the kind reserved for corpses. His hair is a deep midnight blue. Odd though this may be, this is not his most distinguishable feature, that title belongs to his eyes. His left eye appears to be some dark shade, near if not actually black. His right eye in contrast is a very light shade of grayish white and even sometimes glows faintly white in dimmer light and shading.

Maximos is tall and deceptively muscular, choosing to wear clothes of a proper size over anything tight or form fitting leaving his actual musculature hidden under stylishly tailored cloth revealed only when he moves. Maximos' entire body is covered in a tattooed magical array. The lines and curves of said array resembling licks of flame or curls of smoke frozen in place and detailed with arcane symbols and circles.

Fighting Styles

"Max's new move was paving him into the ground - the finesse, the technique, the sheer precision - Maximos was flawless." - Stephen Lasanti

• Shadow Blade - Umbra Vesica

More than a fighting style, Shadow Blade is a lifestyle to many Arians especially young warriors in training. Shadow Blades teaches how to effectively wield a blade in a way suitable for facing any opposition. Or alternatively how to wield ones self as a blade when without. How to cut, kill, and live as simply, effectively, and flawlessly as a blade. To be sharp, to be precise. An unfaltering tool in the hands of the Shadowfather. Practitioners may use one, two, and with the help of Shadowcrafting three or more blades at a time. However many weapons are necessary to complete the task. [See The Nameless Armory]

• Gentleman's Fist -Victus Pugnus

A fighting style of Maximos' creation for use on softer targets, or in keeping combat with a Lady gentlemanly and chivalrous. The Gentleman's fist focuses on deflection, defense, disabling, and counter over offense. Attacks usually take the form of open palm strikes, finger taps, and light punches. Reversing the effect of his cursed hand with each 'hit' Maximos infuses life as opposed to pain. Used kindly it can speed up recovering and healing times, but used offensively in striking joints, nerve bundles and other key points can cause a hiccup or temporary blockage in the flow of life force through the opponent or even the flow of magical or spiritual energies. A momentary hesitation may defeat an entire combination, an energy attack may not fire, a limb may go numb. The end result being an effectively disabled and diffused opponent without a scratch or a bruise on their person. [See Soul Sight, Magic Sight, Dark Medicine, Soul Taker]

• Boxing - Pugilism

Pugilism. Fisticuffs. Boxing. The original gentleman's sport. A contest of fists, in which one individual pits their bare hands against another in brutal bout to determine who is the toughest, strongest, and last standing, and all with a touch of Maximos' flair.

Taught by Jack C. Slate.

Weapons/Equipment

"There was a snag however, even through the debris and dust he could see the shadow of his opponent coming at him like the devil to collect his soul. Or a reaper in this case. " - Cris Reinhart

• The Nameless Armory - | Collections of Death

Why should a swordsman ever be without a sword? With this ability Maximos is able to craft swords out of his immediate shadowy surroundings. While he may only directly wield two, he can manipulate up to five in articulated combat and control up to ten. Though, above five his controls are general at best. A slash. A thurst. A swipe. At ten swords lose the ability to act individually entirely. A sword must perform a single simple motion, or be accompanied by another or several swords for a single group motion. The sword summoning limit may be exceeded but only in special circumstances (See Sword Grave), with its own special limitations. Motions are orchestrated by movement of the hands, arms, or fingers. Upon summoning a sword a black ring appears on one of Maximos' fingers, one ring for each sword. The swords take their movement cues from the motions of that particular finger. The only exception to this being an open and upturned hand which is the signal for any sword to enter Max's waiting grip. Loss of a ringed finger equates the inability to control the adjoining sword, unless the disconnected ring is placed on another finger. Two rings may occupy one finger, but both swords will act identically and simultaneously.

Summoned swords (nameless or a nameless) are created in accordance with Maximos' Shadowcraft ability and consist of a 4ft longsword made of a simple black obsidian-esque steel unless otherwise noted. Beside the obvious ability to levitate and manuever without direct contact, the nameless swords posess no combat enhancing qualities. Maximos' skill and lifetime worth of experiences with a sword allow him to hone this shadowcraft above any others giving it additional detail and durability. Each sword possesses a keen double edge capable of cutting through most light armor and half the durablity of an average sword but can be combined together to increase their durability. The swords durability increasing incrementally by 50% for each additional sword added. 50%, 100%, 150% the durability of an average sword and so forth. A maximum of five swords may be combined into any one sword. A broken sword may be replaced though it takes a moment (1 turn) to recreate. Combined swords do not return, though individual swords may return and recombine.

In keeping however with the term "armory", Maximos may sacrifice nameless swords in order to summon one of his more substantial weapons. The swords sacrificed must be relatively equal to the mass of the summoned item, with the exception of the Twilight Gauntlet who's awakening makes one of Maximos' hands unable to support any rings, and Ankokuko who commands its own summoning ritual. Summoned swords must be combined at the time of sacrifice, the weapons then vanish and the requested weapon takes its immediate place. Be that on the ground, in the air, or in Maximos' hands, all without delay. No substantial weapon however, unless otherwise empowered, can be wielded indirectly or seperate of the traditional and preferred method, by hand. The known sacrificial prices are as follows:

|- Sha'yd - Half a Sword

|- Mundane Weaponry - One Sword

|- Ayashikage - Two Swords

|- Midnight Runner - Four Swords

|- Twilight Gauntlet - Five Swords

|- Moljinir - Ten Swords

|- Scharfricter - Cannot be Summoned

• Crepusculum Macies - | Twilight Gauntlet - Once awakened, the arm forges a sleek black gauntlet around Maximos' right arm all the way up to his shoulder. This gauntlet is composed of the same mysterious metal as its bones and is just as durable. The gauntlet is armed with talon-like fingers, and is incredibly durable able to withstand the brunt of a direct sword strike without fracturing. At the very center of the gauntlet's palm is a third eye, not in the spiritual sense but rather an actual eyeball made of what seems to be black obsidian with a bright indigo cornea.

|Manus de Mortus | Hand of Death- On command the Twilight Gauntlet is able to extend the reach of each of its fingers creating a deadly raking claw. The fingers may be aligned like a spear, or shield, or quickly burst forward to impale stretching no longer than 6ft.

|Morcus de Leus | Maw of the Leus- As Maximos accepts the monster with him, the monster within accepts Maximos. As such the jet black steel coating Maximos' right arm is able to seep upwards into his jaw, covering his teeth in black and leaving them scalpel sharp and giving Maximos a fang filled black iron bite.

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• Sha'yd - | The Glassteel Fang -

Sha'yd represents one of Maximos' finer creations using ingredients found during his trip the dragon continent of Angara. Her one foot long blade is comprised entirely of glass steel giving it the strength of tensile steel and the look of simple crystal. It weights approximately one pound and its edge is as sharp as any scalpel, slicing through flesh like wet paper. Sha'yd has been enchanted with three specific abilities.

|Consume - Sha'yd blade may taste outside energies or elements, absorbing a portion into itself, or be fed energies from its wielder.

|Release - One cue Sha'yd made release any stored energies with localized explosive force from and around her blade. The force is not enough to shatter steel or break a stone wall, but is fully capable of destroying any flesh it just so happens to be encased in.

|Breath - Showcasing Sha'yd's dragonic origins Maximos is able to absorb some or all of the energy inside Sha'yd's blade and breath it out in a way most similar to a dragon's breath weapon. The breath weapon consists of the absorbed energy type or types. Absorbing fire does not allow him to breath water. Absorbing cold and water would allow him to breath ice.

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• Ayashikage - | The Mysterious Shadow

Ayashikage is one of Shintogo Hidemitsu's best works, the Ayashikage ("Mysterious Shadow") is inspired by the sword's commissioner, Maximos Dark. It is forged of a special kind of japanese steel known as kurotamahagane (black jewel steel), the top commodity of the Japanese metallurgist Kurogane Toshio. The most striking detail of the blade is its lustrous black color which masks the aesthetic details of the sword while in the shadows. However, once held up to the light, the choji-midare hamon pattern gleams like sparkling light within a deep fog. The light reflecting off of the dark steel and the nie particles of the hamon gives a sort of "twilight" effect. Although the sword itself physically weighs about two pounds, there is a strange, unearthly weightiness to the blade. It evokes a sense of gravity, adding weight and strength to each cut. The weapon's name and design have inspired its owner to lend credence to its title. As such various supplements have been ambiguously added to the weapon to lend its mysterious nature.

Black Beast – Whether an actual legendary spirit has been applied to the weapon or simple a series of effects, the weapon has been known to hiss, roar, and summon monstrous heads to snap at individuals who have attempted to wield it without it's consent.

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• Ankokuko - | Caller of Darkness -

Ankokuko, a draconic weapon forged in friendship and given as a gift by Ryugi Kazamaru, joined with the shadows themselves at a level so deep and complex it calls them to its aid like an extension of its own being. Ankokuko is literally 65% dragonsteel and 35% shadow element. The weapon is a "katana-type" weapon, in that it is meant to be wielded two-handed, but can be used with one if the situation calls. The blade's shape is also reminiscent of a katana, and shares the razor sharp cutting edge, however it is even sharper, and more durable than its typical counterpart due to its dragonsteel construction. The blade measures about four feet in length from tip to tip, weights approximately six pounds and has the ability to manifest from Maximos' shadow on command, usually summoned by some variant of the phrase, "Rise from the Shadows, Ankokuko."

|Dark Orchestra | Atrum Orquesta - This is the basic ability of the weapon that makes the whole process possible. It can only be stopped or halted by breaking the bonds that the blade carries with the shadow element. This requires a massive amount of force, so much so that the blade would likely be destroyed in the process. However, the shadows will fight back to protect their new home, and their master. The blade is linked to the shadow element by construction, and is also tied to the wielder, Maximos. This allows Maximos to control the shadows much like a conductor controls an orchestra, Ankokuko leading the shadows in an elegy for those destined to meet its power. The chaotic nature of the shadows is unified, and those attuned to the shadows or elemental energy will hear a soft, whispering choir of voices rising and falling in harmony as the blade is wielded through battle.

|Duality | Dualemo - Ankokuko is highly weakened when in the presence of strong, direct light. However, it is still 65% dragonsteel, allowing the weapon to function in even the lightest of places, albeit at a cost. This cost is a drop in power of approximately 30% both in the strength of the weapon itself, and its shadow abilities. But this weakness has a bright side (no pun intended). When in darkness or low light, Ankokuko's power rises by approximately 130% of normal, strengthening the blade and its attacks by a great amount.

|Dark Cadenza | Atrum Cadencia - While While Maximos is the conductor of the orchestra, the shadows will sometimes take the lead to assist their master in times of need. In times of danger, the shadows can form up around Maximos or Ankokuko of their own free will, but not both, in order to defend either from a powerful attack. While incredibly powerful, this ability can only dull incredibly harsh strikes, and cannot fully protect against them. In addition, the shadows must recover for a time (one turn) after being used in this manner, and cannot attack or defend again until that time passes. This gives Maximos great versatility while in combat, and gives him an edge on the battlefield without needing to make use of heavy armor.

|Dark Mirror | Atrum Speculum - Once upon a time, Maximos was a great hero, but something inside him caused him to bury that part of himself deep in the darkness in his heart. However, he still carries that part of himself with him, and always will. When the "Elemental Binding" process went awry, it was exposed to Ryugi's positive heroic spirit, and that spirit rubbed off on the blade, adding a strange ability to the weapon. When Maximos acts contrary to his usual behavior (and thereby embraces his true heroic side, his dark mirror) Ankokuko will strengthen both itself and the power of its shadow attacks by roughly 20% for a possibly maximum of 150%. However, if Maximos shuns his heroic side and does not act on those impulses in battle, the weapon will weaken by approximately 20%, making a possible minimum of 50%.

|Rondo - A musical form where the principal theme is repeated several times. The rondo was often used for the final movements of classical sonata form works. Following such a pattern, when the shadows allow Maximos may dip Ankokuko into the black ether, as he swings each chosen swing is trailed by a razor sharp swath of black capable dealing a second, more deadly wound atop the first. As the attack is a blurred representation of the actual weapon that cuts, its like the attack is repeated several times. Just like a rondo in music.

|Soul of the Dragon- Time and experience form a bond between a man and anything, be it living or otherwise. That alarm clock we hate, that favorite cup that we love, so forth and so on. These bonds are built day after day through mundane daily tasks. The more memories we share with a thing, the more we grow attached we become. We feel pain when its absent, satisfaction when its near. These bonds grow even stronger and faster in the heat of combat when one operates at the height of emotion with their life on the line. And after a time, these emotions transfer, items become infused with the sentiments we give them gaining a life even a sort of soul of their own. Like the car that hates a certain brand of gas, but loves being washed. We personify and breath life into our things, and over time they gain a sort of life. So it is with Ankokuko, over the two years Max has possessed it he has used his experience with life and the soul to coach, coax, and help evolve Ankokuko's soul. The dragon is able to manifest itself as a two foot long serpentine reptile with glowing violet eyes and small black wings as well as two small clawed legs placed at the front and back of a elongated frame although without whiskers and constructed of shadow.

|Fang of the Dragon

Once manifested in its draconic form Ankokuko is able to lend its blade to Maximos outside of being a sword. Its two foot long length can entangle around Maximos' fist, extending a length of razor sharp spines down its back adding a bladed edge to Maximos' strikes, akin to striking while wearing barbed wire. Alternatively the dragon can grab Maximos fist whiplash out in tandem with his attack and adding range and an edge to his attack. Ankokuko may never attack on its own, only in conjunction with Maximos melee strikes. The dragon is not limited to Maximos' fist and may wrap around and grab on to any striking surface of his body though while hard and sharp enough to cut flesh and bite steel, Ankokuko's body lacks the durabilty to defend against any direct sword, blade, or weapon strikes.

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• Moljinir - | Hand of the Thunder God -

"His eyes were wide, not because he was in shock, but because when he closed them the light was shut off - and he lived in the darkness..."- Johnathan Tomorrow

Moljinir is not the famed and deific weapon of the norse god Thor, neither is its title an exaggeration in the slightest. This massive great hammer is infact crafted from the severed arm of the thunder god's incarnation Johnathan Tomorrow. The arm, removed by Maximos was skinned, cleaned, enchanted and crafted into this grim trophy. The hammer is four and a half feet long from pommel to tip, and it weights approximately 250lbs, with a mallet style head made of single section of pillar stolen from a temple to Thor, capped on either side with a large black steel plate and reinforced through its core. Upon close inspection one can see the weapons haft is quite literally a full extended set of dull grey arm bones with leather wraps at key hand grips, and black norse style runes engraved and detailed up and down its length lending the bone the strength, durability, and conductibility of solid steel. At its end the enormous skeletal hand of the giant god is opened wide gripping the stone pillar head in unbreakable death grip. Needless to say this is not a weapon Maximos can wield easily, though the task becomes somewhat less difficult when employing the Might of the Shadowfather.

|Echoes of the Storm

Thor is, was, and forever shall be a god of thunder, storm, and destruction. Lightning and fury flows through his veins and pulses in his very marrow as completely as blood and oxygen flow through any mortal. Even severed, treated, enchanted and bastardized through grand heresy, the arm retains its violent shock. Upon impact or even contact the weapon lets of an electric pulse equal to the force of the blow. A light tap might elicit a small tazer pulse, while a full on double handed crushing blow would send forth a blast akin to a thunderbolt cast violently down from the heavens and directly into an opponent. This ability does not in any fashion grant Maximos control over or immunity to wind, storm, or thunder elements.

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• Night's Feet - These black leather boots are stitched with a very simple enchantment granting flight. Spell threading is laced through the leather of the shoe forming a basic array, when engaged both boots expel a sort of black liquid vapor propelling the wearer and causing threads to glow. The vapor can be withheld for increased speed and force, the threads in turn grow in brightness from navy blue, up the spectrum until white at maximum hold and maximum speed. Maximum speed is approximately 65mph. The flow of black vapor from the boots can be stopped at will, but the momentum cannot be.

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• Mundane Weaponry - | Tools of the Trade

Not every piece of equipment Maximos owns is magical or even enchanted. During his travels he has commissioned, purchased, and even found several weapons which are unique only for their distinct utility or expert craftsmanship.

Midnight Runner - This twelve shot lever action rifle is Maximos' first attempt at using modern day weaponry. The gun is built off of a more antiquated design more suited to Maximos' mentality, firing 10mm shells, each fully enchantable, although not as immediately deadly as a more modern rifle. The gun is always summoned fully loaded and has on its side an extra stock of ammunition. A metal reinforcement has been attacked to the butt of the gun to allow it to lend more fluidly to Maximos martial preferences, and is a gift from Maximos' close friend Dante Decker.

Meat Cleavers - This pair of blades is exactly as it appears, a pair of weapons grade cleavers and a set of shoulder or belt sheathes. It goes without saying these blades are meant for maximum brutality in any given situation.

Persian Daggers - These blades also speak the entire sum of their function in their form. They are fast, slim, and meant for a quick and lethal end to a combat situation.

Combat Cane - Built with a high density core, and a trigger to release a high impact spike from its heel, this cane is the perfect accessory to an encounter while on an evening stroll through town - or a fancy dinner.

High Impact Baton - These weapons represent perhaps the only items in Maximos' collection that are meant to be non-lethal. They begin as small scale batons. But upon depressing their release trigger they explode to their full length. The release itself is truly powerful exerting 1,200 lbs of pressure at a single impact point, making it more than powerful enough to shatter bones on impact while simultaneously allow the weapon to be used as a full sized police-sized baton or tonfa.

Abilities and Powers

"Red was not the color of what was inside of Maximos Lucilien Dark, it was merely what flowed through his veins." - "Joshua"

• Shadowcrafting - Umbra Dominatus

Each Shadowlander is closely bonded to the darkness via their connection to their creator the Shadowfather Nocturne. As such Maximos is able to meld or form shadows and darkness into whatever he pleases, at will. He can dip his hand into the element like liquid, or simply summon them to him. This ability requires no verbal or physical components though his manipulations are limited to things he can understand. For example, he may be able to make a cup or a knife out shadow, but he can never make a car, or a gun. Maximos may work as an enchanter, but he is no craftsmen, items shadowcrafted in combat are usually crude, very basic, and holds the form and basic function of a thing. A sharp edge with an dull spot for the hand, a hollow cylinder for a cup. These items usually possess the durability of glass. Alternatively, with a bit more focus shadows can be used to replace or support broken or damaged limbs. Though the replaced limb bears none of the durability of the original and shatter with enough force like hardened wood.

• Dark Sight - Umbras Os

Being of shadow and darkness, Maximos can naturally see in low light places, as well as pitch black.

• Soul Sight - Animus Os -

The name itself is mostly self explanatory. Soul sight is the ability to see spirits, ghosts, and spiritual energies that would normally be invisible to the naked eye. The images are filtered into colors and shapes by the brain so that Maximos can better understand and read what he is seeing. Through Soul Sight, Maximos can determine which emotions a person is feeling, whether they have recently fed on another soul, there general health both physical and mental, or even whether they have recently experienced life, death. He can even sometimes read the difference in certain species by their soul.

Soul Sight may also be used to track an individual who was currently feeling a strong emotion by following the lingering trail left by that emotion. Similarly if a person is filled with an emotion while performing an action, or launching a projectile, a sort of trail is left in the spirit world marking that occurrence for a short period of time. Much like infrared, Soul Sight can allow for the slight sight of a person's existence behind physical barriers. His eye lids do not present a large enough barrier, while a building would.

Through Soul Sight Maximos can communicate with ghosts, or other ambient spirits, giving him a nearly endless amount of talking companions. As it stands, Maximos' right eye is white, as it is currently and permanently engaged in soul sigh, leaving his left to see the physical, the two combined give Maximos a view of both planes at the same time.

• Magic Sight - Arcanus Os -

With this, Maximos is able to see the world in terms of the lines of power instead of just the physical objects or even just plain magic. He can see the see the lines of power that trace the world, the auras that even rocks have. Thusly allowing him to see enchantments, spells, magical items, or locations in his path. This ability is only available through his right eye. -Taught by HonoRaven-

• Shadow Stitching - - Umbra Veius

Very few beings carry light inside their bodies. Maximos is not one of them. When deeply cut or seriously injured Maximos can call upon his anatomical knowledge [See Dark Medicine] to perform patchwork surgery or first aid on himself. Threads of black may stitch closed cuts, globs of shadow may block off punctured arteries, a length of shadow may even set and hold a broken bone, paste shut a torn open trachea, or even force an organ to pump or beat. No "stitching" can hasten healing or regenerate an injury, but at the cost of a bit of time they may allow Maximos to sew himself together like so much meat and push his body beyond normal mortal limits.

• Armor of the Damned - - Loricatus de Damno

Most armor protects its wielder from attacks. This armor however does not. After breathing in darkness, Maximos is able to slow and or stop an attack that has pierced him. By thickening the dark around a bullet or blade Max can slow its velocity, or slightly redirect it, lessening the damage caused by its travel through his body and by its exit wound. Alternatively swords or blades that have run him through can be stuck firmly inside of his flesh leaving their wielder open to attack. This armor does nothing to actually protect against injury, but rather helps make said injury more advantageous leaving one to wonder who is damned, the victim or the attacker?

• Shadow Curse Release - Atra Somes de Nox Noctis

A ghost, placed in a suit of shadow armor magically linked to the ghost so that it is able to interact with the world around it. Though in truth it is only a tool with which to experience the world. And if its destroyed, the ghost is simply left homeless. That is Maximos in his Shadow Form. The Shadow Form is much less durable, and its cracks and breaks transfer when Maximos reverts back to human form. A severed or shattered arm, will return to flesh as an arm broken in three or four different places. But in return his speed, endurance, and magical resistances are greatly increased.

• Noct Blood - Nox Cruorem

In Maximos' cursed right arm streams a thick black blood-like liquid, at any given time, after being given enough charge this "blood" may explode, severally damaging anything it may be in contact with. The blood may charge at varying degrees, ranging from a blunt impact(1 post) to firecracker in or on the skin (2 posts), and finally to an vicious pop capable of rupturing the skin and ruining muscle beneath it (3 posts).

• Shadow Walk - Umbra Ingredior

Not to be confused with the ability to walk through shadows. Maximos' shadow walk ability allows him use shadowcrafting to create footholds, or even hand grips in areas where there are none. Maximos' feet or hand are placed onto the surface in question, the hands or feet sink into their own shadows which in turn cling to the surface in question providing Maximos a sturdy hold on the surface and allowing him to climb, walk, or even run on walls or ceilings. This ability extends to shaky surfaces such as water, though with much more concentration. The balance required to perform these feats comes entirely from Maximos' own agility.

• Shadow Cannon - Umbra Pugnus

Maximos charges essence along an arm, and when an impact is delivered the essence is able to either race ahead of the impact striking first, or more commonly trigger once the hit has already connected exploding forward at the contact point. The small explosion is purely concussive and is meant to add or open room for a second hit immediately following the first. Depending on preparation time it may feel like a second average punch immediately following the first, a strong impact like a drop kick (1 post), or a hard slam capable of sending an individual back several feet and knocking even large opponents off their feet (2 posts). This technique is most commonly applied to punches but may be used in combination with a kick, elbow, or any impact from Maximos to his opponent making it a Shadow Punch, Shadow Kick, Shadow Elbow, or a general Shadow Cannon.

• Phantom Cannon - Phantoma Pugnus

Similar to the Shadow Cannon, Maximos strikes his opponent leaving a glowing arcane rune on the point of contact. At a later point Maximos may snap his fingers or taps his gloves together when boxing, repeating the impact on the area marked by the symbol. After one usage the symbol fades. This may be repeated for any number of strikes. The symbol may repeat the actual impact of Maximos' strike, or a stored impact such as the charged levels of the Shadow Cannon and with the same post constraints as the Shadow Cannon. This technique does not require a punch but may be delivered via any impact making it a Phantom Punch, Phantom Kick, or the general Phantom Cannon.

• Mirror Swipe -

Mimicry is what Shadow's do best, after watching an opponent punch a few times, Maximos is able to mimic the motion and timing of their punch and even effectively punch his opponents punch.

• Bloody Crescendo -

Maximos shadowcrafts simple deadly shapes such as knives, blades, with the purpose of piercing an opponent and being left there. The blades can then be charged to explode inside the opponent for a brutal effect. Each shadow shiv takes one turn to construct, and may not be charged in the same turn its made. The force and damage of the explosion is dependent on the amount of energy put into the creation ranging in damage from a cherry bomb (1 post) to an M80 firecracker (2 posts) to stick of dynamite or worse (3 or more posts).

• Phantom Sonata -

In a single burst, (3 posts) Maximos pours on his renowned speed and strikes a target as many times as he possibly can. Usually a couple dozen times. After each punch, a small rune is left at the sight of the impact, no matter how hard. After the blitz of punches, Maximos snaps his fingers triggering each rune planted on the target to explode with crushing brutal force revisiting upon them a brutal Phantom beating.

• Devouring Rush -

Maximos places two fingers together and splits them apart quickly, or digs fingers into the air and carves, or even swings a sword creating a black rift. From the blackness flickers and flashes of soft light can be seen stirring though nothing passes through until a second matching rift is made. Immediately black spherical shapes emerge, roughly a dozen or so of various sizes, from a softball to a basketball. The creatures have no eyes, just glowing blue mouths that open and close at random angles and sides across the ball with no consideration for anatomy what so ever and fill the area with the soft buzz of gnashing rows of fanged and serrated teeth going back and back into nothingness. The monsters are driven by two instincts, hunger and survival. Being shadow creatures suddenly cast in a light world they are extremely fragile. Even just properly placed punch can crush them outright, and so they immediately rush toward the second rift in the most direct path possible and back to the comfort of the darkness. Being devouring monstrosities they will maul and attempt to eat anything in their path flesh or metal, all the same. After a few moments (2 turns) they will have either escaped, or both rifts have closed and via exposure to the light they dissolve entirely.

• Infinite Sword Grave -

Because at some point in their life every superlatively skilled swordsmen comes across the need to call up and be surrounded by more swords than one can ever possibly use or need to complete the job.

In order to satiate this ridiculous need, Maximos must spend a good length of time (2 turns) summoning swords from ambient shadows, during which he cannot attack. Each sword carries the same dimensions and functionality as a nameless blade, and flies from dark pockets, corners, under tables and behind people and out into reality. The swords do not aim for an opponent, but the spectacle of thirty or so blades raining into reality is some what flashy. This is less of a technique as much as it is an environment change and riddles the battlefield like an inverted pin-cushion with black obsidianesque long swords impaled and strewn about as well as pieces of Maximos' own weapon collection. During summoning the swords fly out and impale themselves randomly in just about any surface available, be it the ceiling, ground or walls, actively avoiding opponents. Summoned swords are able to stick in surfaces that are impenetrable without doing them any harm in the same way that Maximos' feet sink into foot holds while using the Shadow Walk ability. Swords stuck in shadow require Shadowcrafting skill to be pulled free, while alternatively swords struck naturally can be grabbed and wielded by opponents and allies. However any sword, or amount of swords, up to and including ending the Sword Grave entirely, can be dispelled by Maximos at any time. Alternatively any one sword can be chosen as the single sword for his indirect control, even if in the hands of another.

The truth enjoyment of the Infinite Sword Grave for Maximos, comes not in having some multitudinous armada of weapons with which to pummel a foe, but instead in the liberal use of Shadow Walk, his Night's Feet, and Maximos' own natural agility to dash, flip, run, and otherwise move across the entire battlefield attacking an opponent from unexpected angles, in unexpected ways, performing feats of daring do, while using his favorite possessions -- swords.

• Shadow Bomb - Umbra Praemium

Darkness is pulled in from the surrounding area, and shoved into a small sphere. The more shadow pulled in, the higher the instability of the sphere. After prolonged compression the sphere begins to crack and break. And becomes explosively volatile. When let loose it explodes in a concussive blast emitting no flame or heat but a very large burst of force in all directions. While the yield may not be fatal, it is more than enough to ruin someone's day. Alternatively Maximos may slam his fist into the ground and then fires off the Shadow Bomb so that fractures and rips outwards in a shockwave meant to unsettle footing and open room for further attack. The Shadow Bomb takes no less than 3 posts to prepare, though it may be released prematurely for much less explosive yield.

• Black Hand - Ater Manus

Inside of every Shadowlander is a touch of the Shadowfather. A creature, a monster of the original set of monsters created by Nocturne and clothed in human flesh. For most Arian's this monster goes unseen. For Maximos a faithful Paladin, the Shadowfather has chosen to awaken the spirit of the beast in Maximos' right arm. Maximos' right arm is covered with a Lunaic runic array has enchanted the bones in his right arm with a unknown black metal thusly making it incredibly durable and able to withstand most direct sword strikes without breaking.

Animus Raptor | Soul Taker - In order to initiate this effect on another living being, Maximos first needs direct contact. Or when the Gauntlet is active, metal to skin contact. A drain of the person life force immediately ensues. In effect every action the victim takes while under the influence seems to be twice as difficult, twice as stressful, until such time as they simply cannot act any longer. This does not serve as an absolute or instant kill but rather a weakening status effect who's effectiveness grows the longer Maximos is in direct contact unbroken with the individual. Breaking direct contact removes the drain which must be restart entirely if the contact resumes. Alternatively Maximos may feed life to a target instead draining via the same connection.

Curo Ingurgito | Mana Gorge - Maximos' cursed arm is not limited to feeding on souls. Any magical being in its grasp will find its energies slowly drained, in the same manner and time table as the Soul Taker. Likewise, if the arm is directly exposed to a magical or energy based attack the arm may feed on the oncoming attack, adding the attacks energy to the Manus' own. If, of course, its owner can survive said attack. The arm is unable to absorb a second attack until the energy of the first has been used. The energy gained is equal the energy spent by the attacker and may supplement the same amount of turns or charges for Maximos as the attacker used to cast the ability. Alternatively Maximos may feed energy to a target instead draining via the same connection.

Vires de Patronus Nox | Might of the Shadowfather -

The Soul Taker and the Mana Gorge are the only abilities able to overcome the natural Arian inability to draw in outside energy. Any and all energies or life force absorbed by the Twilight's Hand may be used to empower the limb with super human might allowing Maximos to perform unnatural feats of strength with his right arm only. The amount of strength given is directly proportionate to how much has been drained away. Using Maximos' life force alone the arm not exceed the ability to lift an additional 650lbs. Drawing from an opponent Maximos may surpass his own limitations in order to match but not exceed their physical strength level in his right arm only.

Specialties

"In this way, Maximos was a true professional: A craftsman of death that had no equal among the world of men. His work was exquisite, his talent positively famous, his utmost skill in the art of murder had earned him a seat among the most prestigious connoisseurs of death not only in this world but in any.

A Reaper." - Razliek of Kar

Fearlessness

"Max, you just ARE creepy. Unless you're smiling and grinning, you can pull off creepy just by being serious."

• Ryugi Kazamaru

Maximos has traveled across two worlds facing beasts, monsters, nightmares, and horrors unknown and unnamed. During a time in his life as the Destroyer, he has been a cause of many ineffable and unspeakable horrors, all of which are burned into his memory along with blood, gore, destruction, chaos, and the other nightmares gods and men bring. He has seen, and felt the very worst of pains this life has to offer, he has visited this life's end, and returned. Neither this life or the next carry anything that can truly scare the man.

Dark Medicine

"He'd looked it in the face many times before, had even died - but he'd never actually seen what death looked like. And it frightened him."

• Johnathan Tomorrow

It is said that of the countless victims of the Destroyer, not two were slain the same way. In the process of such Maximos' twisted mind pushed the human body to its pain thresholds and beyond. He forced it into atrocious situations, and as seen its every part in gory detail. As a Doctor studied the body to save it, the Destroyer studied how many ways to destroy it. As such, Maximos is equipped with an advanced knowledge of human and humanoid anatomy.

Cold As Death

"If looks could kill, and knowing Maximos they certainly had in the past, Sun would be a melted pool of withered flesh and bone."

• Datho Mere Sunstrike

As a Reaper, Maximos is forced to be take the lives of both the innocent and guilty. This requires true neutrality and complete lack of emotional attachment. His profession has given him the ability to turn off or ignore emotions and distractions completely toward whatever ends he may need to, making him quite literally a soulless killing machine.

Lilara's Hunger

"In short: The most polite, gentlemanly, civil man he had probably ever met, and would probably ever meet in his entire life...Had just gone apeshit."

• Stephen Lasanti

Aria is a world devoid of its heart. Its goddess of nature who stirred life in a stream around the world gave her life for a greater cause. The denizens of Aria, the Arian's, were altered to accommodate this loss. Arian's are only incapable of intaking energy or magic and are only able to expell. They may intake essence only by eating and are in a constant state of release, keeping essence flowing across the planet as each Arian acts a small engine churning a large stream. Arian that does not eat or who runs low on "fuel" in its small way threatens the planet. Thusly each Arian is programmed with a primal, animalistic instinct that comes to the fore when major blood loss, or extreme hunger are in effect. Their teeth elongate into a mouth full of fangs, their eyes become black as coal, instinct and the desire to consume is allowed to take a precedence over pain or fatigue in the pursuit of sustenance. In this form Maximos is unable to use most of his abilities, but is able to command and direct shadow's at an instinctive, vicious, level. The frenzy ends when his hunger is sated or he is killed.

Indestructible

"Dirty bandages aside her friend appeared to be held together by sheer force of will, and it said a lot about how strong that will really was that he didn't just find a nice cave to hide in for a year or two."

• Rae

The power to stand when all else fall, the power to carve your own fate against impossible odds, the drive to laugh in the face of pain and force ones self past ones limits. That is the power of will. If Maximos gives his word or sets himself to a purpose he allows himself absolutely no room for failure. It will be completed regardless of any opposition so long as he draws breath. And sometimes beyond. That is what it means to be indestructible. This ability does not make Maximos immune to injury, a severed limb is still severed, a broken bone is still broken, but instead allows him to persevere past his breaking point.

The Unscarred

"You don't deserve it, Life Leaf isn't an endless commodity for idiots."

• Maximos Lucillien Dark

Maximos' habit of regularly drinking Life Leaf Tea has caused a fraction of the tea's magical properties to rub off on him. Maximos may not regenerate limbs or heal at a rate any faster than natural. But, if a wound would heal of its own accord then it will heal perfectly. A broken bone will not mend itself, but once set and left to heal, it will heal without a crack. Cuts that can close, will leave no scars, burns will leave no discolored flesh. Constantly refreshing the proverbial canvas.

Story Abilities and Equipment

"Maximos could consider himself a yogurt dipped raisin." - Ryugi Kazamaru

• Ancalagons Tear -

The final reward for Maximos and Ryugi Kazamaru's quest across Angara in search of the great glass dragon Ancalagon. This simple looking crystal is called Ancalagon's Tear. This crystals is imbued with magical properties. Simply touch the tear to any glass surface to transform its properties. The glass will no longer be fragile, but as strong as the finest steel. They will last as long as Ancalagon is alive to sustain its power. Only Maximos or Ryugi will be able to use this power. If anyone unworthy attempts to use their magic, the crystal will turn red and release back upon the individual, turning them into solid glass.

• Chrystal -A small orb, perfectly round, smooth, and hard as metal. A figure lay inside it. A woman. Covered only by a long silk scarf. It twirled around her neck, chest, and crotch. Her eyes lay closed, her legs crossed slightly, her hands out as if to embrace, and small flakes of snow surrounded her. She stood stark still in the orb. Her name was Chrystal. She was an Ice Elemental, an "Ice Queen", if you will. A gift from Cristopher Reinhart. With it Maximos is granted one usage of ice, or ice elemental abilities, before the item must recharge.

• Nocturnis Loricatus -

This is by far one of the rarest used of Maximos' techniques. The Nocturnis Loricatus takes a short while to prepare and assemble but effectively covers Maximos in a suit of jet black dulled full plate armor. This includes a jet black helm entirely covering the Shadow's face, save for a single white glowing eye, a high necked breastplate, shoulder guards, leggings and full plate boots. Maximos' speed and mobility is greatly reduced, but his ability to withstand and defend against attacks is greatly increased. The armor feels and reacts much like metal to the touch with only a few key differences. As with all shadow metal creations the armor does not conduct an electrical charge and is immune to magnetic force, it feels very cool in the light, and seems to constantly devour light that touches it as opposed to reflecting it. While encased in the Nocturnis Loricatus Maximos may revert to Shadow Form [See Shadow Curse Release] for an increase in speed and recovery. The black armor steals its namesake from the honorable garb of the Paladin's of Nocturne.

• Deathwatch - As a Reaper Maximos is charged with the duty of correcting and editing flaws in the flow of life and death. People with inexplicably long life spans, immortals, gods, undead, and the like are all in his jurisdiction. In order to better assure himself as to who falls in that category Maximos is equipped with this item.

Those who are undead shown there current life span in negative numbers. All others usually are gifted with a long series of digits, from ears all the way down to seconds. And the watch can be seen ticking away the seconds left to there life. The counter starts from the moment of conception. The watch only displays there natural life span, as there future cannot be predicted. As a servant of the system which provides life and death to all things, that very system records the birth names of each of those it has given birth too. In effect the watch is able to provide the name of any being that is, or was alive. Their history and the like is unknown.

The watch is all black. It has a rich ebony, expensive looking outer shell, what there was of actual shell, because most of the inner space is made up of clear circles, that showed the mechanism clicking away. There are small and large silver gears and dials, and when Max clicks the small button at the base, it opens up into a beautifully designed, yet ultimately simple watch face with twelve hours, with another window under the twelfth hour, showing yet smaller gears. There are no hidden sections within this watch. It was one of those that begged the viewer to stare, just to see what was deeper within.

A small silver and black enameled sun moves on a dial over the sixth hour, and is slowly sinking behind the face to show a moon, decorated the same, sliding up the other side. Inscribed in silver on the back, was none other then an hourglass, no name, no endearments, just a symbol of time. Blue flecks catch the light at the right angle revealing the hourglass actually had sand within it.

Anyone who is not a Reaper gazing upon the watch will see a normal watching ticking with the correct time. The small windows in the clock face itself read accurately, the date, whether it is day or night, and via barometer, the weather. The watches function is a service of Maximos duty, the watches form however is a gift from one close friend, Datho Mere Sunstrike.

|[Whispers of a Dying Universe]

Judgement Augmentation

Maximos' watch is a vitally important tool for his grim work, however, it has now been tainted by a new voice. Upon opening the watch Maximos can examine people as normal, but they will now take upon a new hue. Those touched by death will have a faint darkness around them, those by creation a bright light, those by fate a subtle blue. Then the others, those stalked by the Judgment have a purple glow about them, those serving the forgotten a violent red. However, those who in some way connected to all have a distinct yellow about them.

There is a side effect, perhaps a weight even to the steeled Maximos. Occasionally the timepiece will display a series of figures that in spite of all his learning Maximos will not quite be able to place. Save for the fact they're likely numbers. Save for the fact that they are continually counting down.

• Eye Of The Hunter - Oculus de val Venator -

This sight is heralded by a brilliant violet hue and wafting around a brilliant white core. This eye is the product of a link to the Great Monster Hunter Cristopher Reinhart. Through said link the two are able to share each others visions, and a sort of psychic pain symbiosis, as well as a constant telepathic channel. Also through it, Maximos is gifted with several different sights belonging to creatures Reinhart has absorbed such as Thermal, Vampiric (Blood Sight) , Bird of Prey (Eagle Vision) up to 50 yards away, Psychic Sight (Surface Thoughts). More pronounced are the bottom two abilities.

|False Sight | Falaux Os - As the name hints, through this sight Maximos is able to project an image outwardly as if Maximos' eye were in fact a projector.

|Projection Sight | Exsto Os - Using this sight Maximos is able to project, emotions, thoughts, and even memories into the mind of another individual. As his psychic ability is very weak the individual must be willing for it to stick as anything more than a passing jumble.

• Time Sight - Tempus Os -

Maximos is able to read the ever flowing stream that is time. He is granted, flashes, glimpses, and small visions of what is to come, be it days, seconds, or at times years from the current timeline. Images farther away are more likely to be false than those mere seconds away as individuals exercise free will. Maximos has absolutely no control over what he sees, and can only hope to remember the image, or clip and find it useful at a later date. This ability can only be used once a day, and for 30 seconds at the most. Transversely, as hindsight is always 20/20 Maximos can look back in time to a past moment, with relative clarity but only if Maximos is standing in the spot where said events transpired. As the past is already set, the image is clearer and easier to recover.

-Given after NPC Quest by the Seer Witch-

Name: Yeshu Atiratha

Alias: Zetsumei

Blood Type: unknown, yet closely resembles O.

Age: 27.

Birth date: unknown.

Place of birth: unknown.

Race: Human. Unknown modifications present, both natural and artificial.

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 147

Job: Freelancer.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral / None.

Base of Operations: Raven Industries.

Appearance: Though without the stocky and often muscular body of a swordsman, Zetsu is much stronger than one would first guess despite his height and apparently thin frame. Due to a strange altering of musculature from genetic reprogramming/alteration, he is able to keep his current shape and yet possess a strength greater than most ordinary men.

At present Zetsu is quite the dark-looking individual, preferring to clothe himself with muddy colors such as brown or black in order to keep unnecessary attention away. Despite his wish to stay unnoticed, his skin sports a relatively pale coloration and is only starting to get back its' original healthy hue. After months of having his hair accidentally bleached, Zetsu has managed to get it to its original state, resulting in an attractive charcoal-like coloration. To his immense dislike do his strange eyes complement his overall appearance, being a dark yet piercing shade of blue. At present Zetsu is in possession of three pieces of jewelry, two small earrings in his left ear and a plain band around his left ring-finger. All were obtained during the Heaven's Gate Incident and all are made from mythril.

Strangely enough, the entire set of armour that Zetsu possesses is made from the incredibly pricey material, adamantite, which is quite noticeable and like gold in many cases. It is not known how he managed to obtain such items, being that as a set they are obscenely expensive. Despite his apparent dislike of attention, he often wears the armours on a daily basis, being that they are all fashioned into ordinary-looking pieces of clothing, not including the leggings or gauntlets .

Armour: A sleeveless black turtleneck 'sweater' covering the upper body serves as armour usually worn all the time. Lightly armoured gloves also are worn frequently. In both cases, the adamanitite is woven into an amazingly thin chainmail which is fitted into the existing fabric, resulting in a fine light armor that only slightly weights the wearer down. When in heavy battle situations, Zetsu may opt for heavy leggings and full-arm gauntlets which protect him greatly yet also lower his speed. The leggings and gauntlets are the only armours that are 'plated' in every sense of the word.

Weaknesses: Though not one to believe he holds weaknesses of any kind, Zetsu is in fact plagued by several weaknesses, most not so physically evident. Though gifted with an unusual tolerance for bodily injury and great strength, Zetsu is built exactly like every other human, giving him the same bodily targets most enemies aim for. Even worse then his physical weakness is the extreme and little-seen fragility of his spirit and mind, resulting in unexpected periods of rage he is unable to control, or periods of extreme apathy in which he cares little for himself nor his surroundings. Though the two extremes may be used as an advantage, it is obvious that he is detrimented heavily as well. It is unknown what causes his "mood-swings", yet it is obvious his mental state is deteriorated far beyond that of a normal human.

Abilities/Skills: His agility and strength are greatly enhanced due to genetic alteration and his own ancient genetic heritage. Having been born from a long line of nomadic warrior-hunters, it is of no surprise that Zetsu is quite a force to be reckoned with. Aside from naturally occurring traits, military training coupled with the alteration he underwent has left him with 'snappier' muscle fibers, increased cellular oxygen absorption and efficiency, reduced neural reaction times, amplified sense receptors regarding hearing and sight, and a -high- metabolism.

Zetsu has been trained in the use of most modern weaponry ever since serving in the State military as a gifted soldier. After his military years he began to favor bladed combat, which suited him somewhat better than ranged fighting, though he still practices his aim every once in awhile. Zetsu is still able to hit a target over a mile away with an ordinary rifle, largely due to his uncanny sight. Though he prefers using using some type of implement to aid his body in combat, Zetsu is more than comfortable using his fists and legs in a fighting style which vaguely resembles untaught kung-fu and straightforward boxing. He mainly derives this style from copying moves seen in fighting films.

Besides bodily abilities, Zetsu has developed an excellent resistance to sickness and general injury, both deriving from the fact that he has had over 500 years to build up such immunities. During battle he tends not to notice surface wounds, slowing only when injured deeply (stab wounds, organ hits, broken bones, etc.) or hit with a forceful blow from a similarly gifted individual strength-wise. So evidentially a punch from a regular human guy his size would really have no effect on him.

Weapon Abilities

Block- In some circumstances, Zetsu has the ability to block small amounts of non-firearm projectiles fired at him. Cannot execute for periods longer than several seconds. This ability is derived from Zetsu's ability to easily track the trajectories of thrown objects and evade or dispatch them at will. [BLADES]

Aim- Aim using most types of firearms is greatly enhanced. In several cases, he has managed to use a high-powered rifle to successfully attack a target from 2 miles away without a spotter. His accuracy increases hugely, though ample time must be taken to apply said effects for full efficiency. [GUNS]

Null- Using the brahmastra, magic attacks/defenses are rendered useless, i.e. absorbed. Damage is increased to magic-type beings. This ability is dependent on the amount of energies absorbed in order to 'reverse' said absorbed energy into attack power. [BRAHMA]

Cleave- Using the Zweihander and heavy concentration, Zetsu can cut through metals with up to the strength of 10cm. of mithril. A relatively slow attack not much used in combat situations. Requires immense concentration. [ZWEI.]

Sonic Blow - On smooth ground or a setting with reduced friction, Zetsu has the ability to 'snap' his leg muscles, propelling him at an epic rate of speed over a distance of about 10 feet, depending on the surface. With a melee weapon, this ability is usually devastating if not blocked. Used in conjunction with a javelin-type weapon, the speed of the projectile is increased many times. A punch delivered using this technique will kill a normal person.

Brief Background: Found washed up from sea at a young age, Yeshu lived a quiet life without really knowing where he had come from. He kept a mutual hate for other town kids for about seven years before deciding to run away and join the State Military, who was in the midst of a war with another country in the Northernlands. From this venture, he learned to handle most modern weapons suited for infantry, as well as few light vehicles. He rose through the ranks well enough until a fatal incident involving the deaths of numerous innocent civilians. As punishment he was sent to the front lines in a war which couldn't be won. Nearly all State troops were killed in the infamous battle, Yeshu supposedly being one of them.

Months passed and he awoke near-dead and bleeding in a snowy expanse, having no idea as to his current situation. In the distance he could see the lights of a city, to which he made his way. Unbeknownst to him, he had been practically tortured and horrendously mutilated along with various other 'experiments' taken from the battlefield. It was none other than a human/weapon Project funded by the State itself. To this day he is bent on finding out the what really happened all those years ago.

Stephen Lasanti

(A.K.A. "Sutiiven")

• Sutiiven’s Profile -

Username: Sutiiven

Name: Stephen McCabe Lasanti

Nickname: Sutiiven

Race: Human

Class: Freelancer (Guardian)

Age: 20

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 180 Lbs.

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Blood Type: +A

Alignment: True Neutral (Good Tendencies)

Diety: No Specific Deity Alignment

Social Class: Middle

Favorite Food: Gyoza (Pot Stickers)

Favorite Animal: Dragon

Favorite Instrument: Guitar

Quote: "Life is a crapshoot, so play with loaded dice."

Theme Song: Retro Vs. Techno by Young & Divine

Personality: He is a normally friendly and amiable person, but he bears a hot-blooded streak that makes him competitive, as well as an almost violent passion when it comes to protecting those he cares about. He is otherwise laid back most of the time. He may seem somewhat self-centered at times, but he bears compassion and empathy towards all living things and will not let innocents be hurt for no reason. He refuses to kill unless it is absolutely necessary for the safety of himself or others.

• Equipment -

Main Weapon: Requiem – A Silver Sword crafted by Sutiiven. The Twin Sword of Nocturne. (Non-Elemental)

Secondary Weapon: Nocturne – A Silver Sword crafted by Sutiiven. The Twin Sword of Requiem. (Non-Elemental)

Tertiary Weapon: N/A

Armor: Clothing - Sutiiven does not wear any special armor, and bears only simplistic clothing with no defensive properties. This removes any limitations of movement related to armor, raising his attack strength and speed at the detriment of his defense.

Hands: Combat Gloves – Simple gloves, useful for protecting ones hand when fighting.

Feet: Sneakers – A pair of comfortable all purpose shoes.

Accessory: N/A

• Abilities -

Spiritual Improvisation: Aside from the following listed abilities, of which are his most commonly used attacks, Sutiiven is capable of manipulating his spiritual energy in order to create improvisational attacks and skills. Improvised abilities can rate in power from simple attacks that do low damage (such as Energy Pulse or Flash Bomb) to complicated attacks that do high damage (such as Energy Rain or Drive Stun). These attacks vary in creation and use and will have an equivalent drain of energy in order to power them. However, no ability can exceed the man's capabilities, and if his energy is exhausted, then no improvisation can be made. (Spiritual Ability)

Flash Bomb: Sutii hurls a small orb of energy from his palm that, upon collision with a solid object, creates an explosion of light and concussive force, which can be used to momentarily blind or stun an opponent. This flash affects a 10 sq.ft. radius in all directions, but can be countered by a covering of one's eyes. R1. (Spiritual Ability)

Shock Shell: Sutiiven launches an orb of energy which detonates on command or upon collision with a solid object. The explosion releases a 25 sq. ft. spherical shock wave intended to knock anyone in range off of their feet. R2. (Spiritual Ability)

Barrier Wave: Sutiiven creates an energy barrier in front of him that can deflect most projectile attacks. In addition to this, the barrier can be launched forward a distance, enabling the ability to intercept projectiles mid-flight, as well as possibly knocking back opponents if at close enough range. R2. (Spiritual Ability)

Energy Rain: Sutiiven calls upon the energy dispersed in the air from previous energy attacks and commands it to rain down upon in small bludgeoning “raindrops” of energy, hitting all in range in rapid succession for about five seconds. In effect, this is like getting a large bucket of energy charged marbles dropped upon you over a short period of time. Attack power depends on the amount of energy saturated in the air at the time. The more energy attacks used by either Sutii or his opponent, the more the energy saturation in the air, and thus, the more damage the attack will deal. As such, this attack is all but useless unless a fair amount of energy attacks have been performed in the fight. 25 ft. radius. Area of Effect. R4. (Spiritual Ability)

Burst Mine: Sutiiven focuses energy into a concentrated point on the ground. Upon command, the point explodes like a landmine, inflicting damage to anyone within a five sq. ft. radius. in all directions. R3. (Spiritual Ability)

Drive Stun: Sutiiven forces energy into his opponent and causes it to rip around inside their own energy, tearing about inside them violently like a blender. While this technique does not directly inflict physical damage, the spiritual damage can be intense enough to cause the body to react as if it were being harmed physically. This technique will continue as long as contact is continued and can be deactivated by Sutii at any point. It is generally saved as a last resort self defense move due to the brutality of the attack. Damage Per Second. R5. (Spiritual Ability)

Energy Pulse: Sutiiven can launch small, simple bursts of energy from his hands as projectiles. Each does about as much damage as a punch and requires about the same amount of energy. Useful for intercepting small projectiles. R0. (Spiritual Ability)

Light Dash: Sutiiven releases a quick burst of energy, allowing himself to rapidly dash in any direction. R2. (Spiritual Ability)

Zealot Rush: Sutiiven courses his energy through his body and increases his speed 50% for approximately six seconds, allowing him to charge opponents and close gaps between them. This move is extremely dangerous at short range; however, due to the headlong nature of the move, it is impossible for Sutii to make instant course corrections. For example, should an opponent jump out of the way, Sutii would either have to come to a stop, relocate the target, and charge again, or he would have to come around in a relatively large arc to regain his target. Despite this, it can be a powerful move against those not expecting it. R2. (Spiritual Ability)

Overdrive: Sutiiven focuses on his energy in order to make it flow through him much more efficiently. This allows him to ascend to the height of his energy's potential, which puts him in an adrenaline rush state. When active, this increases his skills and abilities by 50%, doubles his recharge rate, and causes him to radiate with a faint glow. It is an ability augmentation, and damage taken with this active has the same effects as if it were taken when normal. While it is possible to use this ability on command, generally it is unleashed by extreme emotion in battle. As such, it lasts as long as the emotion lasts, the threat has been neutralized, or the body is exhausted. Overdrive can be described as an “all or nothing, or ‘this is the last post and I've been fighting non-stop for a week and have to make this count’” move. One Turn Charge. Five Turn Max. R-Special. (Spiritual Ability)

• EDRS -

All abilities adhere to the Energy Drain Rating System, or EDRS. The ratings are as follows.

R0: Trivial drain, this ability can be performed without any negative effects.

R1: Minimal drain, ability can be performed with ease with little to no adverse effects.

R2: Slight drain, ability can be preformed easily but multiple uses will start to take a toll.

R3: Moderate drain, ability takes a fair amount of effort to perform. Multiple uses not recommended.

R4: Significant drain, ability requires a significant amount of effort to perform and can easily tire the user. Use with caution.

R5: Extreme drain, ability requires a high level of effort to perform, rendering the user exhausted. Single use only.

R6: Hazardous drain, ability requires a huge amount of effort to perform, placing the user at risk of personal harm.

Name: LUCIND VARHETEL [speak: 'lu-shind 'var-hetell; 'h' aspirated, German/Japanese 'e']

Race: Siren [Only recently, Lucind went through a rebirth so that her father's human blood was completely eradicated, that is, transformed, turning Lucind from half to a fullblood, just like her mother was.]

Age: about 90 human years, she's in her 12th Siren cycle [100 moon phases = 1 cycle]

Family: Larhien (twin brother), Meidura (mother, deceased), Alleck (father, deceased), Mildroa (aunt)

Height: 162 cm (5'4")

Weight: 52 kg (115 lbs)

Eye Color: amber

Hair Color: navy, reaching down to her shoulder blades in layers

Complexion: pale

Special feature: Oversized ears, reminding of a bat\'s ear

• For comparison: this is how I pictured Lucind's ears before and everytime I draw her these days, the ears turn out to be even bigger than in the above linked head shot.

Gender: female

Profession: Shop owner, GSF member

Alignment: chaotic neutral

Patron Deity: Var (one of the first five Sirens, first real contact about a year ago, IC wise, second time during rebirth, about six weeks prior to HoH08)

Weapons/Armor/Equipment:

• eshaton (Siren staff, female form; can be shape-shifted into its original form, an oyster pearl which Lucind usually wears as an ear ring; synchronizes itself with its owners powers - handling level: mastery), throwing daggers (handling level - mastery)

Sirens use light armor which is suppose to protect the most vital spots but still grant ample space to move during fights:

=> Combat outfit I recently designed: The core of the material used for the corsette and choker is reinforced to withstand easy to medium blows/hits/punches/etc.; the most important function of both peaces is, however, to protect Lucind's most precious assests, vocal cords/laryngal area and ribcage/lung system, in that they extent with each movement and each breath but resist pressure to a certain degree.

Special items:

• A tiny ruby, given by Maximos/Uriel: She got it worked into a fingerless glove (partly cotton, partly leather) that sports a socket for her e'shaton in its pearl form; she usually uses this glove when she knows she's to face trouble - it gives her easier access to her weapon and lets her use it let obvious different from putting the pearl into her silver ear clip, where it's stored most of the time after Eden, the glove's purpose to hold the pearl will be taken over by the shadow collar (see below). Verly likely, Lucind will remove the ruby to use it in another way.

Robes and glasses of Kraun: A keepsake of the short time Kraun was a guest at Feimurgan. The day he vanished he also left other small objects behind, namely dried herbs and plants. All of this Lucind still treasures in the cellar room where the man had his place for about four weeks.

Amulet of Onroy: Lucind got this item from Kaled Onroy, a male Half-Siren from Azum. It is a reminder of his guilt: during the Azum plot he tried to assassinate Lucind in order to gain temproray power needed to protect his family. After the events, during which he had to realize what great damage he elicited by his intentions born from the horrifying image of losing his home, he vanished, saying he'd start again from the scratch to become a soldier his friends and comerades can look up to - and unless Lucind found he failed working on him in that way, he would then get the amulet back. Actually, this accessory is nothing else than his official captain's badge, sporting the Clan of Dorya emblem.

Shadow collar: Plain collar made of shadow essence mimicking cotton with a single slot to hold the eshaton in its pearl form; spontaneous gift by Maximos during a training session.

Skills:

• Fighting: Since this section is undergoing a heavy revamping process I can't say too much at this point. Basically, with view on her build and the fact that she uses her vocal abilities most of the time and only falls back on the usage of other combat forms, her fighting style focusses on precision - waste as less energy as possible to always have breath left for a song.

Even though the eshaton is more related to a spear or naginata, Lucind uses it in a more quarter staff-esque way.

Elocution and foreign languages: these are still important subjects of the Siren education - even though the today's Siren society is more known for being obdurate and suspicious of most other people, preferring to focus on their own matters.

But also thanks to her father, a known author of travel literature and collector of antique books, Lucind learned a lot about all kind of languages and dialects of this planet and thus also about countless forms of civilizations and their cultures.

Herbology - another, even more important skill she was taught from her clan. Enables her to produce medical ointments/drinks, incenses with a mere pleasant or drugging effect etc.

If she finds the time for it, Lucind loves to design and sew her own clothes.

Abilities:

• Vocal art (songs and melodies) & vocal attacks (sound wave attacks, also in combination with the eshaton)

Due to her Siren ears Lucind's hearing is excellent, to say the least. She knows what's going on behind her back, literally, thus attacking her from behind won't necessarily be successful.

Medium control of water sprites - mainly for healing, which can't be applied to others though

Minor control of wind sprites - only indirect, in that she can influence the water sprites "evaporated" in the air

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Appearance/Personality:

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::BIOGRAPHY::

0) Prehistory

To be found in my latest journal entry

I) Childhood and youth

To be found in my latest journal entry

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::ACTIVITY ON GAIA ONLINE::

• I suppose you know what I mean when I say that, along the way of playing a character, you often have to work on its timelime, its history, fill gaps, also rearrange facts to make things fit nicely (especially when you're to take other characters and their plots into consideration), smoothen the biography and so on.

When I joined Gaia, I just tried out Lucind first - I'd never roleplayed before. All details and the whole Siren world grew step by step: the basics (where Lucind was born, her family history) popped up in my mind only after a few weeks, whereas "Azum" was the last big a** project I'd planned - it was meant to have RP fun with friends but also to proceed with Lucind's story, unveilling things of the past. Now, it seems this new continent Azum will be my Siren's final retreat. Not IC wise. But real life actually got hold of me...a tight grip, to be precise.

But lemme tell you this: One day I'll find enough time to resume working on Seireneia, the Siren language.

I think that Lucind's IC story now lasts about 15 years: around 5 years spent at the East coast and 10 since first entering the Leviathan Stadium. Before Lucind left the West of Gaia she had worked for her clan (joining missions, doing reconnaisson, diplomatic work, training younger Sirens etc.) - and would do so again every once in a while.

Plot list

I) A NEW HOME

Lucind gets to know the Levi crew, makes new friends and finally opens Feimurgan, a book-cafe in the stadium's merchant area.

The Half-Siren also becomes a member of the GSF, mainly responsible for leading a reconnaissance team. A year later she's promoted to be a special agent.

((Truth to be told, I've never really joined in on any of the GSF's plots^^° @Nye: I'll always be sorry for't.))

Another important detail is her meeting Maximos, the shadow warrior. Ever since then, the two of them connects a special friendship. With tracking the book of the shadows for him, Lucind unknowingly initiates a chain of (tragic) events. What effect finding a special item like this might have, Lucind would've never thought of...

II) THE DESTRUCTION OF THE LEVIATHAN STADIUM & MAXIMOS' DEATH

Lucind fights the Destroyer by slipping into his mind. In the course of encouraging Maximos' inner self to stand up against his dark side, the Destroyer was erased - and Maximos decided to pass on.

After all those years, Lucind still feels a bit guilty, even though she freed Maximos from the shadows of his past, giving his soul the chance to rest. It was the first time that she met Uriel - this figure, the personification of death, later on visited Lucind in her store, giving her one of those rubies Maximos used to pay his favourite orders: cherry chocolate cake and a Caramel Latte Macchiato.

Even now the Half-Siren hopes that, one day, she gets the chance to talk to him once more...

The most important thing regarding with the fight against the Destroyer is that it opened a mental path for Lucind into the lhor aven, the psionic plane of the Sirens. Never before, a halfblood had been able to get access to the 'collective unconscious' - and from then on, not only Lucind's powers started growing bit by bit, also the..interest of other Siren clans in her.

Things started moving behind the scenes, things Lucind didn't notice for a long time. And later on she would realize that she had been watched by invisible eyes of her kind for much...much longer.

From the moment of her birth, actually...

III) FEIMURGAN II

To bring back a part of the stadium as soon as possible, even though it's still under construction, Lucind puts all her efforts into getting her store rebuild, so that it may also serve as a place where people of the Levi crew can meet and find out what had happened to everyone on that horrifying day.

IV) THE MONASTERY OF GULDOR - MEETING KRAUN

V) THE TOWER OF BABEL

Victor, Vahn's brother, 'invites' Lu to the ruins of the tower of Babel being located at Barthavos Desert - he needs her, being one of the Apostels, to activate the bridge to Eden via her voice. There, Lucind also meets Sunstrike and Vahn (plus Hono and Tellus) first time after they'd vanished on the day the stadium was destroyed.

During a mental fight with Victor, resisting the urge the give in to his alluring idea of a new Eden, Lucind makes the mistake to instinctively use her still instable connection to the lhor aven: after about a year, she doesn't fully control her new ability - above all, at this time she's still dependent on water as a medium, a key to enter the psionic plane.

Even though she's able to kick Victor out of her mind, her attack backfires instantly, her inner door to the lhor aven working like a portal supplying her with incredible, mental strength...that is, like a broken dam, flooding Lucind's mind and soul with a constant psionic stream.

Here you can find my brilliant post, depicturing how the gate was activated and Victor finally ascended grins

VI) HOH 06

VII) ATTACK ON LATENT AND RECOVERY

Lucind is brought to the Yaits City hospital: during the assault on Latent she was hit by a Behemoth's 'electrocution'-attack and only the contact with Vahn's fang preserved her from dying. She ends up in a coma like state to regain energy, initiated by fellow Sirens who saved Lucind's soul from 'jumping' out of her body.

While saving Lucind's life - all happening in the lhor aven - her clanleader Hetel and her aunt Mildroa notice with worry that the Half-Siren's psionic aura has changed: presumably as a result of the contact with Vahn's weapon and his black fire (in combination with the electrocution) the soul's signature was modified, now sporting a shield that doesn't only protect itself (and Lucind's mind), but also repulses the other Sirens.

Furthermore, this altered aura shows the same tenticle like form like Vahn's black flames did.

This visual phenomenon vanishes after a while, whereas the modification itself remains - something that makes Lucind feel a bit uneasy as well. But since nothing troublesome has happened since then, the woman simply accepts this change, always bearing in mind, though, that it might cause problems one day...

VIII) MIND TRIP

Lucind and Owle paid a visit to Vahn's mind, putting 'the Other', the personification of his It, back into place.

IX) STRANGERS (actually just some short scenes)

Knights and Jean make their first appearance at Feimurgans.

Later on, the Preacher, former partner of Yaits, pays his visit as well to seal the thread patchin up Vahn's arm - an malign source of power invented by Yaits.

X) AZUM -> {cancelled} See XI)

XI) THINGS YOU'VE NEVER EXPECTED -> After nearly two years, Maximos and Lucind meet again. And while bringing each after up to date about what's happened, talking over private worries and enjoying what Feimurgan\'s kitchen can offer, it becomes more than apparent that old feelings are still alive. Even more so, now that Maximos is human, both of them silently agree that they finally have the chance to enjoy each other's presence and warmth, no longer denying what has been there in the past and what was nurtured on the bottom of the hearts during the time Maximos was travelling through heaven and hell.

Furthermore, Lucind fills him in on the events in Azum. The Azum plot itself was never played out, by the way.

XII) LOSING IT - ARE WE FREE?

(Note: Plot wasn't or hasn't yet been played out)

Confrontation between two sides in which the Siren world is split at that time: those who aren't willing to abandon the old lhor aven - calling themselves Aishode -, and the Aishwarya, those who followed the call of the 'mothers', the First Five Sirens and connected to the new psionic plane.

Meeting itself goes smoothly, nobody wants to see more conflicts - both sides pledge mutual support.

Bahi, who preceded Hetel in leading the clan Lucind was born into, demands justice for what Lucind did (threating the whole Siren world by assisting the mothers with installing the new lhor aven when many still doubted it was really the First Five who haven't contacted their children ever since they gave birth to the first Sirens as the world knows them today) - but it soon becomes clear that Bahi just follows personal reasons: she makes some hints concerning Lucind's mother, that Lucind was just as week and misguided as Meidura, which provoke Lu to demand some answers as to what that curse was Bahi already mentioned during a meeting between her, Lucind and Hetel during the Azum events.

Both Hetel and Mildroa, Lucind's aunt, harshly call for Bahi to keep quiet which only causes Lucind to get mad and once more press for answers. Thus, Bahi finally tells that Lucind's mother spoke a curse when her daughter and Lu's twin brother Larhien were only a about a year old, warning the others - after finding out that Bahi had tried to kill the 'b*****d' siblings right after their birth - that one day, her children would fight against all those insane traditions and help erecting a better Siren world according to the orders and instructions given by the First Five.

Lucind is confused and reminds that, even if it turned out to be true in the end, Sirens can't speak curses - which is supported by Mildroa, stating that was the reason why she, Lucind, shouldn't listen to Bahi's weird talking anyway.

Bahi claims to have had something like a vision or vision like dream in which Meidura's words were turned into a real curse, or prophecy as the doing of some high spirit related to Mother Gaia.

She then goes on that it's too late now anyway and that all Aishwarya will soon see what danger Lucind would be to the new lhor aven - judging by the fact how much she is like her highly emotional, fragile, week mother.

And finally, after more warnings and threats, Bahi reveals, with not too little satisfaction, that Lucind's mother didn't die in an accident during a group fight against a hostile clan of chaos mages - but that she killed herself, voluntarily facing an attack she could've never survived without any support.

Unable to believe what she just heard, Lucind awaits Hetel and Mildroa to refute this information, too. Hetel, however, admits that it's true, that, in fact, Meidura had been demoralized over a longer time so that even Alleck, Larhien's and Lucind's father had sought for the clan's help.

So on that day Lucind learns that all she ever built her life upon, the unwavering belief in her mother who, in her eyes, flawlessly managed to bring both lifestyles, human and Siren, together, was a lie. Where Lucind had always idealized her mother, she is forced to hear that the woman fell victim to a deep depression while trying to keep both, her life as a Siren and that of a wife and mother outside the Siren world.

Ergo, Lucind pretty much loses it - even if she appears to be completely cold. She calls for a aksha riubed, a death fight that belongs to the oldest of customs/traditions - but for Lucind knows it's just what Bahi reacts to, the others are to witness a pretty ruthless, violent fight that ends with Bahi getting decapitated.

Giving up control like this leaves Lucind paralyzed - and Maximos shows up just in time to save her from enraged Sirens attempting to kill her right then and there.

The Shadow finally takes her away to have her calm down. For several hours, though, Lucind is in shock and doesn't sleep nor talk. At first, she even fights Maximos when he tries to stop her from fleeing, that is, headlessly running around in attempt to get back and do...something unreasonable...anything...she can't explain and simply freaks out before turning mute.

The first and only thing she says to Maximos when she's about to collapse from exhaustion is:

"Are we free?"

XIII) WHAT REMAINS

XIV) REBIRTH

XV) HOH '08

XVI) EDEN: GET A TASTE OF NOTHINGNESS

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((three characters, only two showing currently ...sorry, I ran out of time, will finish ASAP))

Ashizu Itachi

Name: Ashizu Itachi also known as Shi

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 110lb

Nationality/Gender: Japanese/female

Age: 17

D.O.B.: November 10th

Hair: Shoulder length, straight, black, normally worn in spiky little pigtails that make her look rather innocent with her bangs covering her eyes.

Eyes: Grey

Noticeable Attributes: A Black Serpentine Dragon Tattoo twines around her neck once, down her shoulder and twice around her right bicep The fanged mouth open as if ready to strike out from just above her elbow. The tail of the dragon wraps around her neck like a fancy choker and often it is her only adornment besides her weapons!

Alignment Chaotic Evil

Weapons: A pair of custom, black and silver 9mm Glocks one set for a left hip draw and the other set for a right underarm draw. Around her wrists are matching needle pointed shirkin, each 6" long and sheathed on black leather bands around her wrists to make metal wrist bands. She often wears a loose belt with black star shirkin attached all the way around as if the weapons were nothing more than simple adornments. Shi also has a multitude of hidden knives and even a length of strangling wire hidden about her body and in her clothes.

History: At a very young age the girl was selected to be trained as an elite bodyguard/companion for the daughter and only heir of the lord Bankido, a very powerful member of the Yakuza! Her teachers found that after a little emotional reconditioning that the girl became an eager student, as well as an apt pupil and her physical training came easily to her. Shi finished her training as a companion to the young mistress at the age of twelve when she took it upon herself to continue her training and chose the path of the spy and assassin. Ashizu proved to be an even more ruthless killer than most of the adults that she trained with, the young girl killing easily at the age of only 12. Lord Bankido gave Shi to his daughter shortly after the child proved that she was just as ruthless as men three times her age.

Ashizu had been trained to follow the orders of her mistress to the letter unless she thought it would endanger the life of her mistress and she soon found that she truly enjoyed helping her mistress work her way up through the ranks of the Yakuza.

Eir

Name: Grace Brigid Sirona

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 130lb

Race/Gender: Elven/female

Age: 257

Apparent Age: 30

Hair: Mid back length, naturally curly red. Normally worn in in a simple pony tail, the springy curls foaming down her back and all of her hair out of her face.

Eyes: Grey Green

Noticeable Attributes: Her skin is actually a slightly blue-green shade of pail white. There is a tattoo of and Ankh on the back of her right hand and the winged staff and twin serpents is tattooed across her back

Alignment: Good

Weapons/Skills: When in a fight she prefers to use all non-lethal tactics, her weapon of choice is a simple 6' long bow staff with a reinforced titanium core. Grace is a skilled physician, a knowledgeable herbalist and a natural healer. Armed with potions, ancient spells, and a full modern First Aid kit Grace can handle any injury, no matter how severe!

..Spell list...

Heal~ Repairs 50% to 100% of all physical damage that was done to the target of the spell

Strength~ Rejuvenates the strength and stature of target when used in conjunction with "Heal" ~or~ Temporarily boosts the strength of target by 1 to 10 times (roll 1 10 sided die and multiply strength factor of target by the number rolled)

Sleep~ Puts target to sleep, is normally used to put unruly patients to rest so that their injuries can be fully tended to

Awakening~ Revive unconscious target

Holy Light~ Calls down the cleansing light of the divine (roll 1 10 sided die for the strength of spell, 10 being the spell at full strength)

Fade to Black~ Casts a circle of pure darkness around target. Note; This spell was designed to negate heat sensing vision as well as normal vision! (roll 1 10 sided die multiply the number showing on the die by 10 for the circular range of the spell around the target. Eg; 1= 10 feet from the edge of the spell to the target)

Invisible Arrow~ Casts missiles of pure compressed air at target

Freeze~ freezes liquid-us mater instantaneously

Spark~ A small flame, usually no larger than the palm of Grace's hand and reaching 5 inches in height.

Awaken Dead~ This spell requires Grace to make a bargain with fate to return her target to the realm of the living even if their soul has already moved on.

..Items..

Grace carries a very simple looking pack (looks a lot like a medium sized grey gym bag) across her back with a spelled strap that crosses her chest. The spell makes the strap and the bag itself almost indestructible(Grace has not yet attempted to dip the bag in Lava and then spray it with liquid nitrogen...but she has subjected the bag to both Lava, and liquid nitrogen at separate times). The bag is a pocket space capable of containing anything that can handle being deprived of oxygen as well as sub zero temperatures. The main limitation is that you can only insert or remove an item that can fit in the opening of the bag

Basic supplies

Adhesive tape, Aluminum finger splints, Antibiotic ointment, Antiseptic solution or towelettes, Bandages, a roll of elastic wrap (Ace, Coban, others) and bandage strips (Band-Aid, Curad, others) in assorted sizes, Instant cold packs, Cotton balls and cotton-tipped swabs, Disposable latex or synthetic gloves(x15 pairs), Gauze pads and roller gauze in assorted sizes, Eye goggles, First-aid manual, Insect repellent, Moleskin, Oral Rehydration Salts, Petroleum jelly, Plastic bags for the disposal of contaminated materials, Safety pins in assorted sizes, Save-A-Tooth storage device containing salt solution and a travel case, Scissors, tweezers, surgical needles, sucher thread, Soap and instant hand sanitizer, Sterile eyewash, saline solution, Thermometer, Triangular bandages, Turkey baster bulb suction device for flushing out wounds, Medications for treatment of minor infections and allergens as well as varying strengths of pain killers, Activated charcoal (for use of Poison Control), Anti-diarrhea medication, Calamine lotion, Over-the-counter hydro-cortisone cream,

Syringes, medicine cup or spoon

Emergency items

Several food cooler type storage containers (some of the basic supplies are held in these containers to protect them from the low temperature of the pocket space), waterproof flashlights and extra batteries, Candles and matches for cold climates, Sunscreen, Mylar emergency blankets, Road Flares, a small radio, paper and markers, Maps, compass, Water bottles, Water purification tablets, Heavy duty string, light rope 200 feet, Hand Ax, Dehydrated foods, Toilet tissue and garden trowel, Can opener, Pocket knife and spoon(x4), Foam pads, Sleeping bags, Hard hats(x4), rock climbing equipment, grappling hook, cold weather clothing and footwear in varying sizes for layering, snow shoes, ice shoes, blankets, pillows, bottled water

personal items

Several different changes of clothing and footwear from formal wear to medical scrubs and Jamie's and even a pair of very grubby looking overalls. Several sets of leather gloves and an entire little box full of hair clips and ornaments. Hair brush and combs as well as make up and hand creams. There is also a hand carved wooden box full of mementos collected throughout her life(the box strains the limit of the bag opening).

History: Grace has spent most of her life learning how to heal people, both by modern means as well as by use of spells and her own natural magical talent. To broaden her mind she left her home and family at a young age for such a long lived race, she was only 25 at the time. Recently Grace encountered a strange woman who claims to be one of the ancient oracles known as the Norns. Verdandi has managed to bribe and blackmail Grace into traveling with her, but it is more Grace's own natural need to help people that leads her to travel with the strange woman.

Name: Ivan Williams

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Aliases: None yet.

Full appearance: Six four, rough-hewn as a rock, wheat blond hair that tickles a chin and curtains eyes of a forest that he's probably never seen, Ivan is in all appearances, a bouncer. A street-fighter. A brawler. A survivor, in a city of dreams that never lived up to it's sweet pillow talk. Muscles strike a frame that's more lank, creating a physique that is neither brute nor thief, but a mode between. Attire is often bargain-bin, except for a few choice pieces.

Eyes: Hazel

Hair: Wheat blond

Equipment:

Belts: Ivan has belts around his wrists. Leather, and having survived time's eternal wear to the point where their existance is a permenant place. Nothing special, just leather, metal, and thread.

Duster: A thick, leather duster, dark brown with lighter browns off-setting the colors, that falls to cover the back of his legs in an extension that rounds off into the standard jacket fare. Pockets and a hood come standard, as well as time's eternal wear and tear.

Long Swords: Two rather well-made weapons, jutting from the inside of the Duster, strapped to the man's waist.

Daggers: Ivan's daggers are simple steel and leather, along with a metal scabbard. Each Blade is a foot in length.

Jerichos: Standard Handgun, usually in the pockets of his duster.

Abilities:

Improvisation: Ivan doesn't require a weapon at hand. He can use his intellect to turn common objects into weapons.

Swordsman: Ivan has considerable skill with the Long Swords he carries, and can easily dual wield.

Human Drive: Ivan can find the strength to get up, even when his body screams at him to lay.

Novice Marksman: Ivan is the type to unload a clip as quickly as possible in the general direction of a particular target and hope that he hits something. Often, if he places time and effort, Ivan has proven to be a particularly beautiful shot.

Soul-Broken: Ivan has experienced alot of things, in his life. As such, it takes alot to surely instill fear into him.

Urban Arcana: After a life in the city, surviving muggings, sleeping on stoops, and enjoying those rare moments on rooftops, Ivan has unlocked a sleeping something, a secret to survival in an existance man is carving for himself. Ivan's senses and reflexes are heightened, as well as his pain-tolerance in melee and hand-to-hand.

Xenin

Basic Overview

Name: Xenin Numenesse

age: Over 200 years old

Race and Gender: Elf/Male

weight : 180 lbs.

Appereance:

Xenin is 6,5 feet tall. His face bears a few scars. One is a vertical scar in the space in between his left eye and the skin sorrounding it, another is a clear horizontal gash on his right cheek and another is a circle with and on it (this one was made through burning his temple with a hot coal.) Apart from his scars, his face is quite fair, his eyes are dark blue, his nose is a bit long but not as long as his elven ears.As for his physique Xenin has grown a bit slimmer, his muscles are still well formed, but he has lost some of the muslce he used to have in favor of a lighter build for faster movement. A particular thing about him is that his left arm is prosthetic, it resembles and feels like a human arm but it is not, it can store small things ina comparment in its underside.( Such as poison vials) Xenin modified his arm with small spikes that can pop out if needed.These days he usally wears a black hood over his face that matches his black leather garments. These garments are meant for protection against knives or other weapons with blades. He carries a small flute inside his vest. He has two weapons a pair long knives and a bow that he carries in his back (he also carries arrows). His knives are very special to him, one is called virtue, this blade is of a golden color and its very ornate with jewels, the other is called flaw and its is also ornate but with red jewels and a color of black. Both of these blades are longer than a normal knife but just below the size of a short sword. His bow appears to be a simple white wooden bow but in reality it is a very strong bow, because of the wood its made of.

Abilities:

Heightened Senses: Because of his Elven heritage Xenin has improved hearing, smell and sight.

Camouflage: Even though his garments appear to be black, their color can be manipulated at Xenin's will. Therefor he can blend in with many enviroments.

Subtlety:

As an Elf Xenin has great ability for moving quietly through places without leaving tracks.

Poison Crafting:

Xenin is now able to craft simple poisons that he can aplly to his blades, these give him distinct advantages over others in fights. Some poisons include, temporary blindness , stunning poison, disoreinting poison, and deadly poisons. It should be noted that these poisons are quite expensive to craft and that Xenin does not use them in every fight...he hardly ever has too.

Great Speed:

Thanks to his rigorous training as an assasin and in the martial arts, Xenin has learned to enhanced his innate speed, to a point that for a brief period of time he can move at inhuman speeds. If he runs at maximum speed while visible most people see him as a blurr.

Flute Magic:

Although he barely uses it these days, Xenin has learned to summon the elements and his ancestors through his flute. The later will not come to him these days because of his fall from grace. The elements he can call can be as simple as a veins holding the enmy in place or a huge rush of water to drown them. Since each spell requieres a song Xenin normally dosent use it in a fight, for it isnt practical.

Cirdan:

Though dormant for years, Cirdan of the Valar is a spirit that resides in the elf, Cirdan hasn't shown up for years because of Xenin's fall from the right path. When he does show up he takes control of the elf enhancing every physical and mental capabilities of the elf.

Knowledge of weakpoints:

Xenin has spent many years as a thief, assasin, brawler, etc. for hire in the dark places of the world...so he has learned where in the human body weakness resides when he attacks he normally goes for those first.

Personality:

Xenin has changed much over the years. He used to be a simple, naive almost boyish elf who lived to fight in spars. He has now become a life hardened mercenary who does almost everything for a price. He can fake interest with ease, but when honest he is now dry, anti social, and mean. With old friends he might use a bit of sarcasm, but he normally keeps to himself these days, deciding not to trust anyone. As far as his temper, most people are surprised to find out that he has a very low temper, his major flaw is his apathy towards everything that does not favor him. Xenin can warm up to some special people, but it is after along time of the knowing the person, and many many tests of trustworthyness.

History:

Xenin was born and raised in the elven kingdom of Roven. There he spent most of the first half of his life. He was son of the king in this land, and as a prince he did not have many responsabilities and so he began to train himself as a warrior. When he heard of the original Leviathan Stadium, he then began attending this place regularly, there he made many friends and rivals among these were Unsane, Danielle, Ariah, Maximos , Cerebus, etc. In the stadium he fought many battles one in particular removed his arm, causing him to have to wear a mechanical prosthetic.In the stadium he also met Rose, the human woman that he later married and had a child with. Everything seemed fine in his life and after having child he stopped fighting for a while and retreated to his home. While living with Rose and his son, his father began to have disputes with humans of the nearby villages who began to intrude in his province. Thus it was not long before the humans banded together and began ransacking the elvish lands, the elves fought back...but outnumbered they were slowly defeated. Demoralized by this event, Xenin sent Rose and his child to faroff lands to live in peace, while he slowly sunk into depression over the end of his family's and friend's life and the end of his innocence and happyness... Tired of life and with nowhere to go Xenin became a criminal. He began to live as a mercenary, a low life. He accepted everything from escort jobs to thievery to assasinations. He always demanded extremely high pay for killing, because even though he was broken, he still clung to a small bit of morality. This type of life went on for many moons, changing Xenin into a hard apathic lman with a hatred for humans and an indifferent attitude towards life. Xenin now has decided to meet his old friends again in hopes of regaining some of his lost happiness.

Importance:

Few people are alive who remember Xenin, his wife remembers as the kind loving man he once had been. But since his entire family and friends died he has become a shadow of existence, many dont live to remember his name. Those who know him are rivals of his profession, in it he is respected and held as one of the best mercenaries of his kind.

Designation: Prototype Combat Android - Unit 01

Birthdate: -NA-

Age: -NA / Appears 18-

Race: Combat Android - Prototype

Gender: -Appears Male-

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 300lbs.

History:

The Prototype Combat Android is the first in a line of brand new concepts released by FELD. In their goal to better prepare mankind against threats, the engineers eventually came up with miniaturized versions of much of the company's technology, but had no standard equipment to make use of it, until they were approached by Gaian governments on a large scale. It was during one of the talks that the idea for a Combat Android was brought up in order to replace human beings in law enforcement and military operations.

Plans were drafted quickly, and design teams worked hard to bring their idea to light. After months of hard labor, they were finally able to get a passable design. It was decided that the shape would be bipedal, and mirror human beings as much as possible so not to frighten civilians. It would also allow the androids to blend into society with much more ease than a metal monstrosity. However, they would still continue to stand out a bit more than an average human being due to the decision to give them some type of armor, rather than spend millions of dollars on an android that could easily be destroyed by a few stray rounds. After several weeks of designing and building, the Prototype Unit was powered up, and began preliminary testing...

Construction:

The Prototype Combat Unit is made out of three separate layers of construction.

The First and most basic is the inner workings of the android. The skeleton is made up of a super strong, reinforced titanium alloy made to withstand massive impact damage and keep on functioning. Oddly enough this skeleton is not unlike a human skeleton, however it is only to provide basic structure throughout the construct.

The Second layer is made of the actual inner workings of the android. It surrounds the skeletal structure and is packed with several sensors, devices, and equipment to keep the android functioning even after heavy damage. The Power Core is located here in the center chest of the android, located in the deepest and most secure area for maximum protection. This device provides almost limitless power to the android for its many primary systems, as well as its weapons. The Second layer itself is made of many various parts of varying strengths. These are insulated from impact stress as much as possible to avoid needless damage and stress, but are still far from easily destroyed. This layer also houses the positronic brain of the android. This unit is based on the knowledge gained from use of the neural interface in FELD's earlier robotic designs. The brain acts much like a highly sophisticated computer that operates in tandem with the intelligence programmed into the unit. While a basic intelligence is programmed, the Prototype Combat Unit is also equipped with the ability to learn and improve on itself and its tactics. This feature gives the Prototype the basic equivalent of Free Will, a massive step forward in FELD's artificial technology. It is unclear if this feature will be implemented into the Mass Production Models, and the decision to implement or cancel this feature will rely heavily on the success of the Prototype's testing.

The Third and final layer is the outer armor itself. The armor is actually made of separate metals. The first type is the heaviest, as well as the strongest. This armor is made out of the same reinforced titanium as the Prototype's skeleton, but it is also infused with some smaller amounts of metals to maximize heat protection, as well as protection from energy weapons and electrical discharges. The armor is far from perfect when it comes to electricity, as it is still metal, however, many of the inner components are insulated from electrical shock, leaving lesser systems more vulnerable to damage from these types of attacks. Areas protected by this armor include the head, shoulders, chest, forearms, and lower legs. This ensures that the android is protected in its most vital areas, and also helps to keep its joints from being too easily damaged. The second type of armor is what makes up the rest of the body. This armor is made from a lighter metal, derived from components that were used in the under layer of Production Unit 01. It is still bulletproof as is most of the unit, but it is far weaker than the previous type. It is more susceptible to blunt trauma and damage than the heavier armored areas, and is also lighter to cut down on the overall weight of the unit.

Overall, these three layers of the unit work together to provide a sturdy, highly advanced, durable piece of equipment that can take a beating in almost any major battle situation.

Equipment:

The Prototype Unit is fitted with three main weapons to carry out its duties, however, it can also make use of nearly any other weapon found on the modern battlefield.

*Dual Mounted Arm Blades-

These weapons are projected from mounts encased in the tough arm armor of the unit. When activated, they project two energy blades forward of the arms that extend roughly two feet ahead of the hands on the unit. These blades are created by shunting high power plasma inside of an envelope of electromagnetic energy. They are tough enough to cut through steel like butter, but can be set at different intensities to avoid severely injuring a target, and only burning them. The default safety setting of the blades causes them to act like a regular bladed weapon, with similar cutting and damaging properties. Only by receiving clearance from Headquarters can the blades be pushed any higher than their default setting. Depending on the shape of the electromagnetic field the blades can also be used to project a shield in front of the unit to act as a defensive tool rather than a sheerly offensive one.

*Prototype Plasma "X-Saber" -

This weapon is mounted on the back of the unit in much the same position of a sheathed sword would be placed. While in storage, the blade is nothing more than a handle, but when removed, an uplink between the palm of the unit and weapon activates energy flow to the plasma blade. In the same fashion as the hand blades, this weapon can cut through steel like butter, but only at its maximum setting. In its default setting the weapon acts much the same as a regular bladed weapon, and clearance from Headquarters is needed to push the blade past this set limit.

*Arm Mounted Machine Buster-

Inside its right forearm the unit contains an energy weapon capable of firing rapid bursts of energy projectiles downrange into a target. This weapon also has a variable setting to prevent the shots from being too powerful under normal circumstances, and requires clearance from Headquarters to be pushed passed the default strength. Default, the projectiles have significant force to knock a heavy individual off balance, as well as leave a very uncomfortable burn on a target. The burn does not cause any severe damage to a target unless exposed to a large number of these blasts in a single area. At maximum, the projectiles are capable of ablating away bits and pieces of almost every known metallic substance at a decent rate, and exploding with enough force to knock most targets back a good five feet, however, they cannot pierce armor instantly. The rate of ablation depends heavily on the construction of the target being fired upon. Metals will have the most resistance, and lighter materials less.

Abilities:

*Jet Assisted Dash and Flight-

Using jets mounted in the legs and back, the Prototype Unit is able to dash across the ground, as well as maintain flight for a time. It cannot maintain flight for long periods of time with its weapons activated, and therefore for any type of long rage flight, the unit must have all weapons deactivated. In a combat situation, hovering is possible indefinitely, but any attempt at full on flight can only be maintained for five, but no more than ten, minutes.

*Mechanical nature-

Due to the unit's mechanical nature, it has no pain sensation, however, various sensors record damage being done to the unit, and keep the android aware of its physical condition at all times. However, this also prevents the unit from being healed by any magical source, restricting it to mechanical repair only.

*Teleportation-

This ability can only be used to enter and exit an area, and cannot be used in a combat situation. A GPS system embedded within the inner workings of the android constantly let it know of its position anywhere on the globe, and as long as a signal can get through, the unit can teleport to and from Headquarters and to its destination.

*Neural Uplink-

This data uplink allows the android to be in contact with headquarters at all times. The transceiver for the uplink is located deep within the positronic brain of the unit, and is among its toughest and most defended systems. The uplink works both ways, allowing Headquarters or the Prototype to send information to and from one another at any time. If the uplink is severed, the Prototype has orders to use its own best judgment to handle any given situation.

*Sensor Array-

The Prototype has a vast array of sensors and scanners designed to better help it in battle. These sensors include several different types of optical enhancement, energy sensing devices, seismometers, as well as various scientific instruments to give the Prototype the ability to recognize and analyze its surroundings for the best possible strategy in battle. A gyroscope within the prototype also allows it to sense movement in a three dimensional plane, giving it an uncanny sense of balance.

*Self Destruct-

As a last resort, the Prototype can overload its power core, and explode with amazing force to take out enemy targets. Under normal circumstances, this ability is locked down, and requires Headquarters to allow the action. However, under certain situations, the Prototype is able to terminate its own body without consent from Headquarters.

Personality:

The Prototype Combat Android is programmed to be respectful of humans and other races, but to use its own best judgment on how to behave in new environments. It is hoped that over time the android will develop its own personality with the assistance of its learning capability.

Name: Unknown, goes by Kai

Age: 14

Race: Unknown

Gender: Female

Appearance: Long red hair, bright green eyes and pale skin.

Height: 5'4

Clothing: Often wears a pink gothic lolita outfit and carries a pink parasol.

Abilities:

Uses her parasol to fly, like mary poppins^^

Can control Ice and its positive and negitive forms, along with the weather.

attacks and defences Wrote:

Rain- Create a rainstorm

Spell Type- Water

Casting Time- 3.5 seconds

Requirements- none

Hail- Summon a hail storm at an opponent, not dodgable unless you have the power of fire.

Spell Type- Ice

Casting Time- 2 minutes

Requirements- none

Thunderstorm- Summon a Thunderstorm

Spell Type- Lightning

Casting Time- 3.5 seconds

Requirements- none

Jupitel Thunder- Caster shoots a lightning ball that will inflict multiple hits at a target.

Spell Type- Lightning

Casting Time- 2.5 seconds

Requirements- none

Ice Ring- If there is any kind of water anywhere nearby or on the ground, the user can freeze the ground and make it covered in ice.

Spell Type- Ice Land

Casting Time- 3 minutes

Requirements- Water

Thunderbolt- Summon bolts of lightning from the sky to strike a target

Spell Type- Lightning

Casting Time- 3 seconds

Requirements- none

Ice Forming- Can freeze any source of liquid and shape it into anything

Spell Type- Ice

Casting Time- 4 seconds

Requirements- Water

Frost Diver- Make spikes of ice shoot out of the ground to impale the opponent

Spell Type- Frost

Casting Time- 1.5 seconds

Requirements- Ice Ring

Frost Nova- Make spikes of ice shoot out of the ground to impale the opponent that is like Frost Diver but faster.

Spell Type- Frost

Casting time- 0

Requirements- Ice Ring

Blizzard- Create a snowstorm to freeze and confuse opponent

Spell Type- Ice

Casting time- 10 seconds

Requirements- none

Snow Nightmare- Have target see snow creatures that look and feel so real they inflict physical pain

Spell Type- Illusion

Casting Time- 3 seconds

Requirements- None

Ice Wall- Create a shield of ice around the caster

Spell Type- Ice

Casting Time- 2 seconds

Requirements- Water

Crystal Bombs- Crystals filled with small amounts of energy that can be released anytime by the caster

Spell Type- Crystal

Casting Time- 0

Requirements- none

Cold bolt- Summon bolts of ice from the sky to strike a target

Spell Type- Ice

Casting Time- 2.5 seconds

Requirements- none

Freezing Spear- Summon spears of ice that will strike a targeted enemy multiple times

Spell Type- Ice

Casting Time- 1 second

Requirements- Ice Ring

Ice Comet- Summon a meteor of ice

Spell Type-

Casting Time- 1 minute

Requirements- none

Lightning Jolt- Summon lightning bolts around the caster to damage enemies

Spell Type- Lightning

Casting Time- 2 seconds

Requirements- none

Personality: Internally, she's a dark, cruel girl with a lust for blood, and she'll kill you with the sweetest smile on her face. She has a dark out look on life and gaining her trust is almost impossible. She is ruthless on the battle field and socially too, though she'll do it with a smile, of course. But those she does trust see that she is nicer than one would think and that she is one of the strangest and craziest wonders of the world.

History: No one knows where she came from, she just was found on a battle field covered in blood, but she didn't have a scratch on her. She calls herself Kai, though she says its not her real name. Anyone who tried to find out, however, was eliminated immediatly. She says she hates pink, but wears it all the time. Her answer, "To remember the past I left behind."

Other: She is one of the best hackers in the world and has a really advanced computer the size of a GPA called GIS.(Ghost Infeltration System)

Pictures:

• THE BASICS

Real Name: Victor Fah

Other Aliases: The Fallen, Blood Prince

Status: Active

Identity: Over the ages Victor has assumed several identities in order to conceal both his origins as well as true name. However, recently his presence has started to become more and more widely known.

Occupation: Mercenary, (former) Captain of the Kyonuske, (former) Lizard Clan Seer, (former) General of the Empire of Allen Fah

Race: Human

Nationality: Murmillion

Place of Birth: Allen Fah, Nybelmar

Alignment: Lawful Nuetral

Patron Deity: Mari the Goddess of Dreams

Class: Paladin

Mode of Combat: Swordsmanship

Marital Status: Single

Known Relatives: Draeger Fah (father, deceased), Vahn Fah (brother, currently active) "The Old Man" (unnamed grandfather, presumed deceased), Ashe (sister in-law, deceased)

Base of Operations: (current) Isle of Eden, (former) Tower of Babel, (former) Town of Latent, (former) Leviathan Stadium, , (former) Hallow, (former) Fields of Barthavos, (former) Allen Fah

Group Affiliation: (current) Necromatic Alliance, (former) Clan Kyonuske, (former) Lizard Clan, (former) Empire of Allen Fah

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

APPEARANCE

Victor was of slender appearance, with tanned skin and dark hair which was jet black. While Murmillions are naturally gifted with bronzed flesh from the heat of the sun and flames they are so in tune with, Victor's is sometimes pale due to all the time spent in the Void.

He tends to wear black leather vests, jackets, bracelets and belts often decorated with silver. Depending on the weather a wide fur coat wrapped around the body and often only fixed with the belt completes his outfit.

Victor tends to also use black leather whenever possible. Black is seen as a pure colour, similar to silver which is related to the stars.

Most of his jewelry: rings, necklaces or bracelets are made of silver. Gold, precious stones - except the dark opal which is highly appreciated - are seen as a sign of unjustifiable arrogance, not worthy of a decent folk.

Victor sometimes, keeps his hair with one or two braids, only seldom letting it remain long and open. He bears the trademark yellowed pupils of his race as well, along with a tribal sun marking on his left hip, leading to the suggestion that these tribal markings are in fact Cult seals.

PERSONALITY

What makes Victor so compelling is that you can see and understand his justifications for his plot, even if the end result of that plot is evil and heinous. He is absolutely sure that the world will end because of Destruction.

In order for the world to avoid this fate, he will sacrifice himself and a million lives. He has seen firsthand thousands of lives lost in order to bring about a result for the greater good. How, he can understandably think in his mind, is his plot any different? He cannot see the important distinction that the lives taken and given were matters of human -choice-, not some vague notion of destiny.

When Victor decides to destroy Destruction, he is making the choice for the million people he intends to kill under the notion of defying destiny. This makes him a murderer. He often states that his fate was bound by destiny. He only sees point A and point B- he ignores all the things that had to occur to make the end result possible, namely his decisions and those of other people. He provides his own self-fulfilling destiny, believing he was made only to be a vessel of knowledge and that is ultimately all he will become. He has never actually made any real choices of his own.

That Victor is so sincere in his belief puts him over the top of most conventional villains. He truly believes Destruction will occur and those who such as he are consigned to an empty, eternal life. When lives are taken, they are not out of malice but out of necessity to accomplish the ultimate goal of avoiding Destruction.

Victor, then, is not a cookie cutter psycho villain in the same vein as so many others. There are not only reasons and proper motivations for his actions, but his actions bear out these reasons and motivations.

Although he is clearly one of the villains, Victor possesses several qualities similar to that of tragic heroes. In that context, his fatal flaw (like many protagonists in Greek tragedies) is hubris. He is long lived, powerful, smart, and resourceful but lacks the ability to see past his own flaws.

Every time Vahn meets Victor, he stresses to him the importance of the here and now. Victor has no comprehension of what "living" is-the only interactions he has had with the world were forced upon him. He cannot see how everyday things such as friends, being with loved ones, etc. can be important if Destruction is the world's ultimate fate.

Therein lies the crux of his arrogance- he believes that if others knew of Destruction, they would choose the same path as he does.

When he is rebuked by his brother, he references himself by saying they don't understand him. Because of his pride, it never crosses his mind that the real problem is that Victor doesn't understand -them-.

HISTORY

An ambitious, powerful human that betrayed the Empire of Allen Fah, the aristocratic society of an era long since passed, to follow his dream of freedom. He was tired of Draeger's oppressive system, so he killed his own father, Drager himself, and being a natural, charismatic leader, he escaped to what would become known as Gaia with other Murmillions who also shared his dream of liberty. Victor trusted Vahn, and depended a great deal in his abilities as a fighter, but he did not agree with some of Victor's ideas and soon left his side to be with Ashe. Vahn's betrayal hurt Victor very deeply, and though he seems to enjoy making him suffer, he's still ready to accept him as an ally if he ever decides to join his cause again.

Victor sincerely cares about his followers and wants the best for them, but he is also willing to sacrifice them if that helps him achieve his ultimate goal: the annihilation of Destruction and the "rebirth" of the world. Victor considers demons and devils as mere tools and only cares about humanity. Despite his great intelligence and resourcefulness, Victor has a weak point: his deep hatred and fear of Destruction, which affects him to the point of becoming a real obsession.

He seems to have some hidden feelings for his brother, that are far deeper than what most people suspect.

Though most people consider Victor as a hopelessly cruel villain, he is in reality a very noble person underneath, whose tragic past has turned him into somebody obsessed with achieving his greatest dream, not caring about the means nor the consequences. He is very respected among his followers, who are willing to die for him.

SKILLS

Natural Abilities

Extraordinary Abilities

Spell-like Abilities

Supernatural Abilities:

• WEAPONS

Sword of the Forgotten

Dead center was a beautifully ornate weapon. Hilt intricately carved, highlighted with golden runes in a language no man could bring himself to remember. Runes that spoke in the language of the Shades, telling of all fallen Avatars to wield the blade. The purest Ivory decorated the grip inviting the hand to join in and become as clean as the ornate whiteness. A stark contrast to the deep consuming black that was the blade. Forged from the forgotten matter that spawned shades of a sealed being, the business end of the weapon consumed all light that touched it. Bleakness, blackness, void, nothingness. A weapon as freighting as it was beautiful. A weapon that cried out to the demons for the man it wanted to be held by.

Omen: A black wind, an unnatural breeze, would circle around Victor after his grip claimed the sword. Kicking up the fabrics that clung to him, rustling the strands of his air, stinging his eyes, and penetrating his mind.

Forgotten

The weapon was perfect in Victors hand, crafted to the groves of his grip, weighted to the style of his swing. Every indication screamed that this was a gift specifically made for the ruler of eden, and not a weapon thrown from one hand to the next as owners were consumed.

Papercut

From the moment Victor picked up the SoF, the presence of that voice in the back of his head has never left him. Like some warped version of an unseen conscience, it is the voice and presence of TFO that continually speaks to the wielder of the blade, and the so called 'chosen champion' of TFO's cause. The voice can offer suggestions, or even information, as it has assimilated through various means over several hundred decades of secrets, techniques and more importantly; names.

However, the presence of the voice also beckons paranoia on an unparalleled level, making the wielder appear to be unstable, especially when talking to nothing but air as it responds to the voice.

The longer one stays in contact with the blade, the stronger TFO's presence becomes. What once was an easily ignorable suggestion at the moment of first contact soon becomes a extremely convincing command after one becomes dependent on the power. TFO cannot totally snuff out free will without capturing the Avatar's soul and transforming them into a shadelord.

One Step Closer

As described above, the mental stability of the wielder severely comes into question, as it takes tremendous willpower to not lose one's self to the full thrall of the power of the blade, and to submit wholly to TFO itself, in turn becoming nothing short of a mindless puppet.

Which is of course, the goal, since then the wielder becomes an aptly suitable host body for TFO itself.

Due to this torrential whirlpool of madness within the mindscape, anyone attempting some means of scrying, mindreading, or telepathy is gifted with nothing short of chaos. They will become overwhelmed in a much greater degree than the wielder himself, continually assaulted with brutal images of the destruction TFO has created, thousands of years of horror, until the psychic link is forcibly severed or willingly dropped and if they allow their mind to be touched by TFO they will face manifestations of their own worse fears.

Crawling

Once one becomes the avatar TFO will go out of its way to protect said avatar. Shades obey the avatar, TFO manifests its great power in whatever way it can from its prison, and in due time will give the avatar access to that power themselves.

Runaway

By Myself

Often the downfall of many who have served The Forgotten. As long as the Avatar keeps on killing the Forgotten can use refined soul energy to keep the avatar in a perpetual state of strength. Sleep becomes unessasary, power surges through your veins, and you feel like you could live forever. The problem is the combination of never sleeping, an ancient entity tightening its grip on you, and the constant killing often leads to insanity in all but the most strong willed.

Cure for the Itch

Souls are one of the most perfect creations of the cosmic powers. Eternal and an infinite source of energy TFO craves them as nourishment. Thus TFO will often drive the Avatar to commit excessive acts of violence in order to fuel its fires. Then there's the matter of the Avatar's soul, which is usually a particularly strong and brilliant specimen. Rather than consume it an lose the power of an Avatar, TFO uses self destructive emotions such as hatred and envy to wear down the core of the avatar and thus control them utterly. TFO will often push the avatar towards those emotions, allowing free will to destroy itself rather than wasting energy.Thus, the more power of The Forgotten an avatar uses, the more acceptable they are to hate, jealousy, or arrogance.

In the End

Just as a note, all avatars thus far have met an untimely end (at the hands of those opposing TFO, or from TFO itself after their usefulness has ended), with only one of the long list of Avatars living through the affair.

PARAPHERNALIA

Tear of Blood

"His hand raised to his own neck, clasping about what appeared to be a simple necklace and consisted of a golden chain and a tear shaped ruby. The chain was made of intricate golden links and fitted loosely around Victor's neck. The ruby was hung from the chain and measured 5 inches in width. Golden lines could be seen swirling within the ruby as the artificial sky of Eden reflected light.

It was known as the Tear of Blood, one of the artifacts that Victor claimed within the depths of Sorrow's Keep, before it became re-inhabited.

The artifact was able to track living creatures, after having come into contact with their blood. It can sense the blood as it flows in their bodies and bestows this awareness upon its owner. The wearer of the necklace can sense where its quarry has been, as long as the Tear of Blood has been dipped in the creature's blood prior to its use. The owner simply knows that his quarry has visited the place where he now stands, however, this awareness has nothing to do with any of the five senses."

Silver Amulet

Bearing the coat of arms for the household of Fah, Victor wears this otherwise seemingly simple silver amulet underneath his clothes. However, deep within the center of the amulet, is embedded a Murmillion glyph of power. What this amulet can accomplish however is unknown.

Victor destroyed Vahn's long ago.

Hybrid Theory

Fruit of the Tree

Damian Felheart

Overview

Age: 24

Birthday: January 13th, 1983

Race: Human, and nothing more

Gender: Male

Appearance

Damian: Damian himself is 5'9" and 175lbs. He has short, often unruly black hair. He is moderately tan, and tends to stay that way even in the winter. His face is generally considered to be attractive, and he has thus far been lucky enough to heal without serious scarring, although a close inspection of his face reveals lines across his forehead and cheek that are a little more white than the surrounding area, evidence of close brushes with death. He has grey, inexpressive eyes. His body has not gotten off nearly as lucky as his face, and without clothing the scars covering his body are obvious. A number of them run horizontally up his back, there are a few across his chest, and a number down his arms. His legs are mostly free of such blemishes. His shoulder has a tattoo of a black sun, a symbol of the mercenary company he once rode with.

Clothing/Armor: Damian keeps himself lightly armored, since his combat style lends itself to acrobatics and reactions that heavier armor would restrict. He generally wears street clothes over a suit of leather armor. The clothing consists of tighter pants and a tight fitting t-shirt, because his weapon of choice tends to get caught on loose garments. He goes in for darker colors most of the time, and although it matches his personality, his reasoning is more utilitarian: dark clothes don't show blood as well. His leather under-armor is reinforced with metal bands along the forearms and down the shins. They don't afford any significant protection against a direct hit, but they're enough to turn aside glancing blows without weighing down his arms and legs significantly. The only significant armor he wears are a pair of thick chainmail gauntlets, required for handling his weapon without injuring himself in the process.

Weapon: Damian's weapon is what sets him apart from the others he trained with and fought alongside, both as a soldier and as a mercenary. Damian fights with a long spiked chain, ten feet in length. At the "anchor" end of the chain there is a blade and a handle affixed that is designed to run back down the underside of Damian's arm. The blade is intended to act as a shield when the opponent gets in close, catching blows against his forearm and turning them aside, but it can also be used as an offhand short-sword to threaten, feint, or even outright attack the opponent if they leave themselves open. The weapon has a notch up near the handle that can catch a sword to pull it away from him or even disarm an opponent, and down toward the elbow the blade slopes outward so that a deflected blow will be pushed away from his body. It also has a spike beneath the blade that sticks out past the elbow. This spike lends itself to backward thrusts and adds sturdiness to the entire weapon. The chain itself is featureless until the last three feet, at which point wicked two inch long spikes protrude from opposite sides off of the chain the rest of the way down its length. The spike farthest from the end is wider than the others and has grooves cut into it. It acts as a "catch" so that he knows where to hold it when he is forced to choke up on it and fight in close.

Abilities

Overview: Damian is not superhuman in any way. His reactions are very well trained, and his familiarity with his unusual weapon has been honed over a number of years in a variety of situations, but he still can't do more than any other human can when pressed to his limits.

Fighting style: Damian has two distinct modes of combat, depending on where his opponent is. Out far, he uses the full length of the chain to his advantage, spinning it over his head or spinning his whole body "hammer-throw" style to lend inertia to seven feet of chain (not something that is easy to do by any means). With that much weight and energy behind it, a direct hit to an unarmored opponent can potentially break bones, and that's ignoring the effect of the spikes. He will also use the spikes to grab at the opponent's clothing and try to pull them off balance.

In close, he chokes up on the chain to a length of about three feet (by running the chain across his back and leaving enough slack to give both arms full freedom of movement) and uses it much like a flail, snapping it at the opponent's upper body and letting the spikes do the damage. When in close like that, he also uses the blade affixed to the anchor of the chain, the "guardblade", as a defensive weapon. It's primary purpose is to block direct hits, catching them on the blade and then pushing, pulling, or turning them aside. It also can be used to attack the opponent if Damian has reason to suspect that he won't need to block with it (due to offbalancing his opponent or feinting successfully). In that case, he scythes out with the guardblade, much like a fighter attacking with an elbow. The guardblade can potentially do more damage than the chain in a single strike, since it is basically a short sword.

He wears very little armor, so Damian relies heavily on the guardblade for defense. He is also acrobatic and has finely honed reflexes. He is intelligent and has a lot of combat training and experience, and has learned to predict the attacks of his opponent and determine the best way to avoid them or even use them to his advantage, whether it is through the use of his guardblade or an acrobatic dodge.

Personality:

The word that best describes Damian is "pride". Not your run of the mill "pride in one's duty" either, but seven-deadly-sin level pride. He is arrogant to a fault and constantly overestimates himself and underestimates humanity at large. It is only through a combination of enough skill to ALMOST match his ego, and a bit of dumb luck, that he remains alive and convinced of his own greatness. He is also rather intelligent, a trait setting him apart (and of course in his mind: above) his fellow soldiers and mercenaries. He relies on his intellect to hatch complex plans, although his pride causes him to rarely have any sort of backup plan since he is so certain of success.

Damian hates boredom almost as much as he hates anyone else stealing the spotlight, and although he is financially well off from his mercenary days (despite an extravagent lifestyle), he stays in the combat circuit simply because it's more exciting than sitting at home.

History:

Damian was born in the nation of Ish'an. He grew up in a family with a long military background. That characteristic excepted, they were an otherwise normal family, and Damian lived a normal childhood as far as that was concerned. He showed tendencies early towards being a fighter and a bully out on the schoolyard, and as he got older those characteristics only became more pronounced. Even if his parents hadn't insisted, it was an obvious choice for him to join the military after school, and so on his sixteenth birthday he began his training. His father sent him off to the military academy with an heirloom that had been passed down for generations: his first spiked blade. The original spiked blade that Damian used was just that, a chain with spikes on it. It was only after a combination of combat training and advanced weapon theory tutoring that he made the modifications to his weapon that brought it to its current form.

Two years later, his combat training and military schooling were complete and he went on to fulfill a four year term as a soldier. Ish'an was at war during that time, and his unit was on the front lines, so he got his share of combat experience. He was never close to the other soldiers, and casualties within the unit never affected him. He received a few promotions along the way because of his combat prowess and natural leadership on the battlefield, but he had a poor attitude and no real patriotism, and that held him back from climbing any higher. He finished his term as second in command of his unit, and left the military with no friends and at least a couple of enemies because of his arrogant, self-serving nature.

Not wanting to return home after what he had experienced, he decided to make his own way in the world, and the easiest way in his mind was to continue what he was already doing: fighting for his place in the world. He joined a mercenary company, and although they had far fewer reserves about his lack of patriotism or self-serving attitude because they shared those particular traits, they never really accepted him because of his arrogance. He was widely acknowledged to be the best fighter in the company, which normally would have earned a man respect, but Damian lorded it over them and expected special treatment, so rather than respect received nothing but resentment. After two years and a nearly flawless record of successes, he was very wealthy and had grown tired of the "peons" holding him back, so he took his share of the money and left the company, much to their relief. He has tried living a "normal" life since then, and has grown so bored that he is taking up the chain once again (which he never stopped practicing with during the intervening two years) in a bid for personal glory.

PLACEHOLDER FOR THE POPE OF WALL

Name: Irrelevant

Alias: Pope of the Grand Church of WALL

Age: 31

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 257 lbs.

Hair: Blond

Eyes: Blue

Equipment: Holy Symbol of WALL

Abilities: Divine Providence

Name- Rain Yupa

Age- 34 yrs.

Birthday: March 22nd, 1973

Height: 6'3"

Weight: 203 lbs 237 lbs.

Race- Human (albiet slightly genetically altered for enhanced abilities) Half-human, Half-SCIENCE!

Description- I could describe Rain, but it'll be easier if I just show you:

Rain, as depicted in City of Heroes

Rain, as depicted on Gaia Online

Rain, as depicted on Gaia Online during the Heaven or Hell tournament.

As above, as done by Lady Sierra

In addition to those general physical descriptions, Rain is scarred to all hell. His arms, face, neck, and legs all sport dozens of scars, all keepsakes from previous battles. His torso is worse for wear though, with approximately 60% of the skin being all scar tissue; most of it located in the abdomen and lower back area.

POWERS and ABILITIES

Martial Arts: Rain has been trained in many styles of martial arts; however, his inability to stay in one place for very long means that he has never mastered any single style. His style is a mishmosh of many others. He's spent more time mastering defensive stances than offensive strikes, but in terms of ability, is not lacking in the former in any way. His focus is primarily in Atemi style Karate, since it best coexists with his electric synthesis (which can even allow him to strike chakras). Other styles used are streetfighting, boxing, nan chuan, and kung-fu.

Electric Synthesis: Rain's training in the Himilayas taught him to harness the electricity his body can produce, turning him into something of a battery or generator. This is a mystic ability, not magical, something any person can do with proper training. It is powered by his own body's energy, his ki. He can use it to give him controlled bursts of speed, or release it all at once in the form an electrical discharge. He cannot fire "blasts" of electricity, due to its desire to go to ground or opposite polarities. Most discharges are point blank range, but preferrably by touch.

After his reconstruction at Alpha~Epsilon, his body was modified to further enhance his electrical capabilities. His internal organs, while also being overclocked, were also synthetically 'insulated', thus cutting down on any electrical damage he might suffer himself. Also, he has a pair of biorganic "batteries', seperate organs grown for and wired into his nervous system. They store excess bioelectricity, up to half a megawatt each. However, the full amounts can never be released all at once; the biorganic batteries are more of a store for extra electricity, rather than weapons in their own right.

Genetic, Cybernetic, and Viral Alterations: Around a decade ago, Rain had suffered grevious injuries which almost left him crippled for life (and lucky to even be alive). He underwent genetic alterations to give him a second chance at life, at fighting. By combining his human DNA with that of a creature bigger, stronger, faster, and more enduring than any person, Rain benefitted from increased physical capabilities. It was a necessary evil to keep pace in a world of superhumans.

However, over those 10 long years, Rain's body began to break down, killing itself slowly. After seeking out Joseph Brown at Alpha~Epsilon Corp., Rain's body was given a makeover, of sorts. Cyberware was implanted in most of his organs, giving benefits of regulated filtered breathing (lungs), controlled blood flow and heart rate (heart), chemically enhanced process of breaking down of substances both safe and toxic alike (liver), increased electrolyte production (kidneys), and so on. Cyberware was even installed in his brain, to maintain control of his now cybernetic systems, and to help increase his own input/output and reaction times.

His skeletal structure was reinforced with a lightweight titanium endoskeleton surrounding his natural one, allowing for more durable bones and increased output of his limbs, increasing the strength of his arms and legs greatly (and also insulated as to not conduct stray voltages). A pair of biorganic batteries were grown and transplanted to help store and control his body's electrical energies (see above). Finally, retinal sensory arrays were installed in his eyes to allow for several types of vision, including Infared, Ultraviolet Night Vision, Low-Light Amplification, Air Density Pressure Vision, and a Zoom function. In addition, his eardrums have been upgraded as well to be able to increase sensitivity, allowing him to hear things more subtle or far away than he normally would be able to (and has to be turned "on", rather than permenant extra-sensitive ears).

To help cope with these changes which regular and controlled his body, Rain was also given a minute amount of Omnipraga Variant 13 virus. It increased his body's cell regeneration rate (which was already increased by his genetic hijinks), and allowed his body to accept the changes. His body's regeneration that is heightened, but by no means "instantaneous". Minor wounds might begin to heal in the time between battles, whereas major ones might need only days, rather than weeks. Regular viral 'boosters' are taken weekly to support the virus though, to make sure it does not wither nor grow out of control inside him.

WEAPONS-

Cable Whips

Retiring his chakrams, Rain had replaced his primary melee weapon (besides his fists). He has a pair of metal cuffs at his wrists, each with a small turbine and about 30' of lightweight steel cable in each. The cables are thin and very flexable, and come with a 1 lb. weight at the end of each. The turbines inside the cuffs are voice activated by Rain only, and have commands such as "Dispense", "Retract", "Detatch", "Reattach", "Lock", "Seal" (for the cuff itself), and "Unseal" (again, for the cuff itself). There is a "Repair" command if the cable itself is severed, as nanomachines reconnect the two parts. However, it takes a few minutes where the two ends must be held together, and is not something that can be done in the heat of combat.

Though the cybernetic parts of the cuffs are insulated against outside electrical interference, the cables and cuffs are not, and thus, conduct Rain's bioelectricity as normal.

Finally, a special feature is included in the cuffs; a "Needle Dispense", "Needle Inject", "Needle Retract", "Needle Eject", and "Needle Load" set of commands. This is for Rain's weekly viral booster injections. Three dosages are stored per cuff. The needle itself that dispenses 6" out of the cuff.

Security Measure: Alpha

The default setting for Rain's functionality. This is actually his "holding back" stage, as his body is not working at maximum capacity. The metallic endoskeleton is very fluid, allowing for minimal hinderances in the motions of Rain's body. His senses of sight and sound are also tuned down, and his brain processes things at the same speed it would have prior to his alterations.

Security Measure: Beta

This mode gives Rain's body added support. His metal endoskeleton takes over the functions of his bone one, increasing the strength of his arms and legs beyond that of normal men are capable of, even those practiced in feats of strength. His reaction time is also heightened.

Security Measure: Gamma

Upon this third security mode, Rain's biorganic batteries now feed a continual steady stream of electricity to the rest of his body. His speed is continually heightened as all his nerves are faster to respond. He also has an "electrical aura" about him in this stage. Its nothing like an electrical fence or something equally dangerous on its own, but just being near it causes electrical zaps to occur, hindering most unarmed opponents greatly as they have trouble closing with him. Some unprotected/extra sensitive machines will also short out when in close proximity to him.

Security Measure: Delta

The fourth defense mode Rain has built into his systems is his "Autopilot" mode. His electrical aura is now taken away, and his biorganic batteries cease their feed to his nervous system. Conscious decision is no longer his, as his body fights for him. All pain sensors are turned off, so Rain's consciousness is like in a half-waking dream, both aware and unaware of the battle at the same time. This system will never go to Epsilon level without Rain's conscious consent, however. When threats have been dealt with accordingly, Rain will be dropped back down to Beta level and given back full control.

Security Measure: Epsilon

As part of his enhanced heart, a small dosage of condensed viral booster is dispensed upon reaching this final level. It quickly feeds through his blood stream, feeding the V13 virus and coaxing it to full activity. This grants Rain temporary exponential regeneration. But at a cost; the same cost as unhealthy, viral-induced rapid cell growth is prone to cause. Whatever mutations that might occur can not be predicted, and are not deemed "safe". This level should be avoided at all costs, save a life or death situation.

ARMOR

Rain does not wear any armor to speak of, save for the metal cuffs mentioned above. They are durable, but by no mean indestructable. Otherwise, he now has insulated internal organs and reinforced bones to contend with dampening damage from whatever source he may encounter. The added weight from all this does slow him down some in terms of his own mobility, but with greater stores of electricity and strengthened legs, he can actually go faster, for longer than he ever has been able to, with far greater reaction time.

HISTORY

Pending...

Alias: Ten, Tenma.

Race: Human (Elemental Adept*)

Age: 35

Height 6 Feet 1 Inch

Weight: 195lbs

Eye Color: Yellow

Hair Color: Silver

Gender: Male

Alignment: neutral

Patron Deity: Corman. The deity of coastal Risalan provinces often most aligned with battle and cunning, he is often worshiped by families with sons in the military as a protector and guide to the world.

Weapon

Veri†as Wrote:

A blade made when he was in need by a friend from the past, a blacksmith from the southern tip of Risalas, it is long and curved slightly much like a traditional katana but the metal is thicker slightly and much better balanced for his hand, the hilt being formed and carved into the wood from a cast of his hand it fits his hand perfectly.

Adder Fang Wrote:

A small triangle of steel, sharpened and hammered thin as to pierce armor and if thrown right can even be made to turn corners if thrown at the perfect angle. It is silver, dull, and used, they are sharp on all edges and are often hard to throw if you don't know the weapon well.

Armor

A gauntlets encases his right hand accompanied by a gladiators armor, the right side of his chest covered in a metal plate and his entire arm encased in interlocking plates of metal etched with the symbol for earth.

A metal mask covers his face, simple metal held on by a woven band the mask painted white with only eye holes and the band bleached.

Abilities

He can control heat currents by a basic ability, inborn.

By using the same conversions through his gauntleted arm he can also alter earth, though at the cost of more power.

General stealth and ploy skills, basic shadow partners.

Skills: He is a sword fighter, learning his fighting style well, also known for hand to hand fighting, that resembles a dance, known to most as Copiera, it is a fast paced fight style that keeps a constant chain of momentum to increase speed and combo capability, It is aptly nicknamed ‘The dance style’

Appearance:

Tenma Is tall, 6’2” tall. Built like a sprinter his body consists of sinewy limber muscle. He has pale, almost yellowish skin resembling modern day Asian skin tones. His limbs are long, almost making him seem lanky though he remains proportional. He wears all white, a pair of baggy white pants held up by a thin white sash. He wears an open white long sleeved samurai style vest with black lining around the neck. He wears a white mask, with black markings, a line from the bottom of the right eye leading to the bottom of the mask. And from the middle of the top of the mask is a black flame shape. Wrapped around his bare abdomen is white bandages. He has a Metal full arm gauntlet with leather straps burnt into the skin across his chest holding the gauntlet on.

The gauntlet is made of intersecting plates of metal making it appear serpentine, it also has marks on the shoulder plate and the back of the hand, a circle with four spears piercing it inwards. A long black sheathed sword is tucked into a special strap in his belt. And on his right hand he has a bandage wrapped around it from his knuckles to forearm, with prayer bead bracelet on his wrist.

Personality:

Calm collected and above all, nice. He is generally pleasant to most people, often helping those that seem to really need the help. He isn’t one to cause undue pain and therefore often remains a shadow in events because he doesn’t want to be part of a conflict that isn’t needed for anything beyond blood on the ground. A skilled and calm fighter, it is hard to shake him, and harder to anger him. The mask is a barrier for him, it gives him something to think of as between him and the enemy, which helps him stay calm, focused and precise.

Elemental Adept Wrote:

An elemental adept is a class of fighter found all over the world, known to most as elementals. They are most often in control of a single element, not able to create only to alter what is around them with personal energy, equivalent to Chi or Chakra.

. In Risalas these were often the men for hire and bodyguards. Equivalent to an elite group their training tactics were renowned in the militaristic nation, training mind, body, spirit, and political know-how any person wanting to become an elite of an area had to have at least 8 years of training in the elite academies.

Pictures

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Ymir Incarnation Number 3:

Name: Ymir

Alias: Leonard Smith, Edward Yaits III, etc.

Description: Can change at will, but most often takes the form of a green-eyed, brown haired man in his early twenties.

Personality: Ymir is a mass of contradictions. He holds much knowledge but little wisdom. He is a deep thinker yet extremely shalow. He is callous, selfish, indifferent to the suffering of others. Ymir only exists to fufill his own whims and pleasures. His only true goal is destroying any trace of the existance of the the ancient norse gods.

Ancient History: Long ago Ymir was slain by the brothers Odin, Vili, and Ve. But Ymir could not stay day dead, so he was contained in the creation. His blood became the oceans, his body formed the earth, his hair formed the trees and grass, his skull and brain the heavens and the breath of the winds. Ymir's body was dead, a constrained tool of the Gods never to rise again as king of the giants. From an ash tree growing out of the corpse the victorious Gods made mortal man, thus even the mortals are of Ymir, indirectly. Eventually, the age of the Gods passed away, Ymir's powers faded as well, but he did not wither completely, indeed if he had, all would be lost. Yet, Ymir's spirit has still gained wisdom, it was bored and restless, seeking an incarnation.

Recent History: After multiple incarnations, Ymir's spirit was released from a seal. It gathered in the mind and soul of Leonard Smith, a psychic with powers over insects.

Race: Incarnation of an Ice Giant

Age: Immortal

Height: As Yaits- 5'8 Leo- 6'1.. varies

Weight: As Yaits- 189pounds As Leo- 101pounds

Abilities:

-Has absorbed Leo's ability to fight. Can move rather whimsically and attempt multiple fighting moves.

-Can manipulate the elements.

-Has the ability to transform himself to a select group of other persona and a host of animals, but can not transform in battle.

-Can manipulate the undead.

Elements:

Defensive:

Weak Against- Fire, Holy, Light.

Normal Defense- Thunder, Water

Strong Against- Wind, Earth.

Immune too- Ice

Absorbs- Darkness, Desecration or Negative Energy.

Offensive:

Can Manipulate- Darkness, Desecration, Ice, Wind, Earth, Water, Fire.

Can't Manipulate- Holy, Light, Thunder.

Elemental Powers: 20cp Cost 5cp to use a power, some require charge.

Summoned Frozen Sword: There is one weapon representing Ymir's body. The weapon has no need of being carried, as it is summoned at the cost of 5cp and one post. The blade of this sword consists of liquid hydrogen which undergoes intense pressure until becoming a solid form of the element. The metalic hydrogen, while under the users control, will hold its shape without melting until over 10,000 degrees of heat is applied. Metalic hydrogen, once formed, is the hardest metal in the known universe, it is also the lightest. The deadly weapon is 1.1 meters long, and the blade, though incredibly thin, is sharpened to the atomic scale. It can cut through the armour of an Abrams tank as if it were made of cranberry sauce. The sword is the closest thing to unbreakable there is in the universe. Requires two posts to summon.

Ice Cage- Absorbs moisture from the air, forms it into bars, and freezes it. The cage then shrinks in on the enemy. Crushing the enemy if not freezing him first.

Freezing hand- The ability to suck away the heat from anyone or anything touched.

Shields of Ice- These ice shield float around the user, protection from attacks without having to hold a shield. Requires one turn to charge.

Absolute Kill- Capable of creating a tornado composed of intense wind designed to slice, not tear, things apart. Requires one turn to charge.

Wind Cage- Creates a circle of weaker tornados around an opponent. Designed to entrap and enclose.

Wind hand- Can push or punch someone with a force of 8,800 Newtons, the equivalent of being hit by a Mac truck. This is done using the force of the wind.

Wind shield- Pressuization of air around user.

Fire Cage- A cage of blue and purple flame that encloses on it's opponent.

Water javelin- If there is any water in an area, it can be controlled and launched against an opponent as a javelin form. This water javelin hits forcefully.

Earth Smash- The earth itself takes form as fists of stone against opponents. These stone formations are agile, fast, and quite smashing. Requires a turn to charge.

Earth Prison- Stone rises from the ground, encapsulating the enemy and slowly crushing him.

Stone Golems- Summon up to two golems, each 100 meters tall, to attack enemies. Requires two turns too summon.

Poltergeist- Sends objects flying with mental effort, the more powerful or heavier the object, the more energy must be used.

Undead Slug- Can create one baby undead Slug. This tiny slugs feed off the dead, it can be harvested and filled with energy from runic curses to make it grow. When absorbing hatred and filth it grows and can transform to mutated forms of itself. Although the cells holding it together are alive, the bulk of its mass is dead flesh that can be converted to poisons, toxins, methane, sulfuric cynide, sulfuric acid, and hydroclhoric acid. The mixture of gasses makes them volatile when exposed to intense heat. Only one of these can exist at any one time.

Once full grown, the attacks of the slug include acid blasts, acid slime, undead spawing, sonic blasts, wails of emotion & insanity, or simply rolling over whatever get's in its way. It can sustain thirty kph, but never going much faster. It is a digger, and loves to burrow when attacked. It can use acids to dig faster, but rarely have to do so.

Eye Slugs (Watchers)- These are little flying slugs that act as camera links with Ymir's mind, Feeding him information. they don't grow, and they have little to no combat value, but can stow the baby undead slug. Eye slugs can attempt to infect a host and put them under control, but success is rare unless an emotionaly disturbed victim can be found. Only ten can exist at any one time.

Undead animation- Ymir's incarnation can animate corpses, but it doesn't mean they will be loyal to him.

Birth Name: Maat (But no one alive knows that))

Alias: Tama

Gender: Female

Age: 7 Years old.

Race: Unknown Probably not human

Birthday: Unknown

Height: 3'0"

Weight: 50 LB

Hair Color: Azure Blue

Eye Color: Dark Purple

Physical Description/Attire: There isn't much to say because exept for hair color and eye color there isn't anything unusual about her appearence. Here long Azure blue hair is well kept, so it never interfers with her eyesight, and she usually wears a Dark Purple Sleeveless T-Shirt, Blue Jeans, and Black Combat Boots.

Personality:Sweet and kind like a typical naive little girl only she isn't naive neither her past nor some of her abilities allow her too. She is always trying act like she is happy, so she doesn't worry others, but their is great darkness in her heart. She looks up to her older sister and Father.

History:Not much is known about her history as she was found on on of Aki'Ra Mercuraki's Research expedition when he saw a burning village full of corpses with only one survivor he rescued her and she turned out to be Tama though all of her memories seemed to be taken away for good and it wasn't amnesia either becase their was a strong magical aura different from any of their auras

around her. It was powerful magic that did this for not even Aki'ra could reverse the damage and Aki'ra soon adopted Tama and let her choose her name. She soon met Aki'ra's Daughter by blood and they soon became a family. Aki'ra noticed she started developing her own magical powers soon, and so he started observe her while still continueing to be an excellent father to both of his daughters. He had his flaws for sure, but he loved to multi-task and had a knack for it.

Abilities: Tama is a humanoid Lie Detector whether this ability is magical or not is unknown.

Psionic: She always has been a Telepath and recently has branched into Mind Reading and Psionic Barriers too, but those last two abilities are still underdeveloped, but emotion recently emotion has caused her to loose control of these abilities and activate them unconciously. Oh, and she is has empathy aswell.

{[I'm getting back into the roleplaying scene, so here's a new character to join in the Levi.]}

Name: Chiri Outai, which translates to Dust Lone.

Alias: He goes by the name of Dust of Chiri.

Age: 35

Race: Human

Job: A Ronin, a once-upon-a-time Samurai who master has died.

Appearance:

Eyes-Two blue eyes that are icy and cold.

Hair-Black and goes just down his neck, but is usually covered by his helmet.

Skin colour-Quite tanned, as Chiri is usually training with his chest and arms exposed.

Height-6'2"

Weight-128kilos, mainly from pure muscle.

Misc-Chiri has a picture of a cross cut into his skin across his chest. The cross was given to him by his previous, now dead, master. The scar represents his loyalty.

In various places he also has cuts and scars.

Arm-During a fight, Chiri's left arm was cut off. A week after his arm was cut off Chiri got it replaced with automail.

Equipment:

Helmet-At most times Chiri wears his samurai helmet to show he will always honor his dead master. It is gray in colour.

Broken Body Plate-Just like his helmet, Chiri wears his chestplate with great honor, even though it is split in half. Beneath he wears a tight black shirt thing.

Gaurds-Chiri wears black armour plates all over his body. His thighs, shins, forearms and chest.

Styles:

Iaidō:

A Japanese martial art associated with smooth, controlled movements of drawing the sword from its Saya, striking or cutting an opponent, removing blood from the blade, and then replacing the sword in the scabbard. Chiri uses this style while facing slow opponents.

Battōjutsu:

The art of using sword attacks with the sword already drawn from Saya. Chiri uses this style while fighting faster opponents. He can also use this style and mix it with Iaidō by unsheathing, attacking, attacking more then sheathing once again.

Reikon:

This style is used by activating it by saying 'Reikon'. After saying so, Chiri can use his spiritual energy for battle. With each charge of Spiritual energy a faint blue glow will form around Chiri.

Spirit use:

{[+1 charge of spiritual charge per post.]}

After activating reikon Chiri can use the following uses-

Blast{[His spiritual energy can also take form as an attack. By punching foward a blast of blue energy will fly out. It's strength is able to smash through walls easily.

[1 charge=10 punches]

Sharp{[The energy can also be transfered into his katana/wakizashi to put up their sharpness. With that they can cut through stone walls about three inches thick.]}

[2 charges for three full turns.]

Weapons:

kemikaru-

Chiri's main weapon, a katana.

Kawari-

Chiri's Wakazashi.

Abilities:

Strength-With lots of training, Chiri has large muscles that give him more strength then the skinny little boy on his computer.

Trained Eye-Being the samurai of a great warrior, Chiri was trained to read his opponents moves. At the death of his master, Chiri had only got up to using a blindfold and listening to hear the movements. He never got the full training as his master died shortly after the start of training.

Skilled Swordsman-Of course he is skilled using a sword, as he was once a samurai.

Full History:

'This will hold all the main events in the life of Chiri Outai; The Ronin.'

War:

At the age of ten war came to Chiri's world. Death surrounded his village. Massive armies of samurai and soldiers would make their way through his village at least once a week. During nights smoke would blow into the village, bringing desease, the smell of death and other things. Nobody would leave the village, so the mischevious Chiri decided to dare his friends and himself to travel out for a bit.

It started out as a little fun which turned out to bring the first sights of destruction, death and the horrors of war. The four boys had been walking down the horse troden path out of the village for about an hour before coming across a battlefield. Burning bodie piles littered the scorched ground. Men with swords, arrows, spears sticking out of them were scattered everywhere all the way up to the horizon. The boys soon sprinted home, the look of death still in their eyes.

The Village Falls:

By the age of fifteen the wars of the land had reached the village. The enemy from the east had gotten past the defenses of the west and were now out to kill everything in their way. Chiri took up arms with many other men of his village to fight off the incoming army. But he knew deep inside of him that the fight would be useless, and he ran. He ran away from his village at the sound of the incoming armies footsteps. Chiri did not stop running till he collapsed a few hours later. A city was far in the horizon, there he could start a new life and hopefully forget what he had done.

But trying to forget failed when a messenger came into the city a few days later saying another village has fallen and that there were no survivors. That village was Chiri's. But one thing sparked in his mind, the woman had escaped long before and are probably somewhere nearby. Hopefully his mother was still alive and looking for him.

The last of the Outai:

Four years had passed and Chiri had set up a place to live, a job and also spare time. In that spare time he had trained himself in the art of the Samurai, so that one day he could fight the east to avenge his family in war. During his days off his job at a local bar he would go in search for the rest of his village. Then the day finally came when he found them.

He came across a graveyard out in the middle of nowhere, about an hour from the city he now resided in. The graveyard had many people hanged with their gravestones below their hanging bodies. Each person he knew, they were his family and his village. A sign stood infront of the graveyard which said:

"These people have defied the nation of the east, may they die quickly."

From then on, Chiri began training harder than before, a strange power rising within him.

The Master:

After another five years had passed, Chiri was now twenty four and had made a name for himself in the city. Soon enough a man issued an invitation to meet him at his house. It was signed by a man Chiri knew, Hawk Outai. Chiri's father.

Chiri quickly found the house and was welcomed in by an old man. The man who stood before him was not Hawk, he did not at all look like it. After questioning the man, Chiri found out that the invitation was a lure to get him to come, for sure. It worked. But how did this man know his father, well he trained him as a Samurai a long time ago, and wished to do the same for Chiri. Immediatly Chiri accepted and underwent his training at full, leaving his job and putting all his time to it.

By the end of his training, Chiri knew how to focus his power for fighting, read opponents movements, fight and avenge his fallen family. His master soon died when Chiri was the age of thirty, he never fully finished his training to the max.

Search:

Chiri soon went out in search of any way to find the killers of his family, who were most likely dead, retired or back in the east country. Sadness came over Chiri as he could not avenge his fallen, and he took out his sadness and madness on any person who did wrong. All this time he searched for some way to find those who killed his family, and also a trainer to fufull his training.

Without an arm:

During a battle in a ruined city Chiri's arm was cut clean off, never to be seen again. He was quickly recovered by magical nurses. But what he also realised, in the world there were stronger people than him, much stronger. Now they would have an advantage over him unless he found a good way of fighting with one arm.

Automail:

A week had passed since Chiri had lost his arm. Many times before he had read of the replacement arm called 'Automail'. That sounded like something he could use at the time, but first to find a person who did such things. A week of searching and Chiri had found out that a man in the battle arena did such things. Quickly making his way to the man Chiri began the surgery for automail. A painfull time followed. But in the end Chiri had his arm back, at least a metal arm.

Sonya Nightingale Noir

Alias: The Black Phoenix

Age: 24

Birth Date: December 25.

Mother: Maria Williams

Father: John Noir

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Weight: 125

Height: 5' 5"

Fighting Style: Whatever takes you down.

Material Status: Single

Appearance:

Sonya is what they call soft on the eyes. With ash blonde hair, and hazel eyes, she looks to be pretty normal. She has a lean, muscular body, which has trace amount of scars. But these are of course, covered by clothes, what a shock. These clothes are typically down to earth, simply clothes. She isn't a stickler for fashion. The usual outfit consists of a black camisole, camouflage cargo pants, and black combat boots. And on her back, red and orange wings grace her shoulder blades. Facial features are considered to be attractive, but she really doesn't care, as long as she has her sleek, square-ish glasses, she's set for life.

Abilities:

Being that Sonya is human. Her natural abilities are limited to her body's capabilities and some earth magic. But saying that, she can kick a whole lotta a**.

Un-Malleable Mindset:

This basically means that any psychic based attacks are null. However there is one sort of memory that bugs her, a weakness. Her childhood. This can either cripple her or send her into a rage.

Sleeping Wolf:

Though it may seem like Sonya is out of it, her mind somewhere else. She's paying attention, and if attacked, she will be ready to use your face to mop the floor with.

Where The Sun Don't Shine:

Sonya is not afraid of using cheap tactics. Whether it be dirt to the eyes or a knee to the groin, she'll do it without hesitation.

Fissure Fracture-

Byebye earth, hello pain!

Weapons:

Roman Gauntlets:

These are extremely nifty, though albeit ancient. Sonya found these one day at an excavation sight a few years ago. And now, she's never seen with out them. She even sleeps with them by her. These gauntlets however are special. They wield a power to give strength to the person who uses them. And with Sonya already being strong, she packs quite the punch.

Pocket Knife:

This should really say it all. Stabbing is the name of the game.

Personality:

Her favorite things to say.

"..."

"As if."

"Negative."

Sonya is a relatively quite person. But just because she is quite doesn't mean she's meek. If need be, she will speak her mind, and you will listen to it.

History:

Sonya was an orphan. Her mother suffered from postpartum depression. When she was born, her father left her mother. The rest should be clear. her mother threw Sonya into an orphanage, where she grew to the age of 13, but life was not easy. She was smaller than a lot of the children, so she was picked on... Naturally, she wouldn't take it, so she fought back, and never stayed down. After some time, she was put into a permanent foster home, even there, the 'father' would beat on her.... She had to bear with it.

---

As an adult, Sonya was highly interested in the military, so she joined the Navy. Her abilities peaked far above the other women and men. She was then drafted into a new unit. The Black Phoenix, where she was the leader. --But it was boring. She asked to be relieved of her duty, and was honorably discharged.

So here she is now. A mere wanderer.

KAEL

[The Man]

Appearance: It’s easy to pass over Kalis with a glance. Like a great number of people, he has dark semi-straight brown hair cut semi-long and left to its own devices. A man somewhere in or approaching his early twenties. He has naturally pale Caucasian skin darkened slightly by the sun, facial features of a reserved strength, and a stature of 5’10” in a trim shape that is nothing if not roughly average. His eyes even are a dark brown-

-sometimes. In the right light, they almost look red, and when he burns inside with rage, or lust, or resolve, or any such flicker, the eyes burn as well in unmistakable ruby red. The eyes shift their shade quicker than the tide, reflecting his mood, until one could almost read his mind through those eyes, in conflict with the stoic rest of his face.

Light, supple skin covers a trim form, distinctive bands of muscle making his limbs look thicker, his torso hard, all deceptively condensed, lacking the distinctive muscle-builder’s bulge. Though the occasional scar marks his form, he bears no distinctive markings but on his hands. His hands are strong, covered in rough calluses, but all the flesh from finger tip nearly up onto his wrist is scarred by flame, disfigured slightly to the sight, though by touch one might never know.

Acineres prefers dark and subdued colors over bright and flashy ones, in terms of just about anything, and it carries over to his style of dress as well. He dresses for comfort and practicality more than style, and while boots gloves and belts are usually tight synched and carefully in place, he likes pants a bit loose, and while his preferred tight shirt and undershirt are easier to manage, he doesn't always bother to tuck them in, much less make sure they stay that way. Between his neglected hair and haphazardly pulled on coats and garments, one might think him lazy or less than concerned about keeping a sharp appearance. Either one would be true.

He usually dons his half arm gauntlets if he is expecting trouble, and often replaces other footwear with his greaved boots. The knife is on his belt as often as not, but his sword is only worn when traveling or anticipating need of its use. That said, he does not have any set living space, so he travels a great deal. Where as his casual clothes are worn sloppily, these are usually adjusted and tightened with great care, since they’re the sort of things one pegs their life on.

[The Warrior]

Possessions:

b*****d Sword- A steel blade made for war, light enough for one hand work and finesse, large enough for powerful strikes. 3.5 lbs with a 4' blade and 1'6" hilt, it's a weapon built for war. A single fuller runs down the center, and both sides of the blade have a well honed edge. A heavy crossguard comes out from either side at a 90 degree angle, ending in a "ball", the heavy pommel matching. No supernatural qualities, the handle is wrapped in black cloth with a grip over leather, and the solid sheath has a loose top to allow for quicker, easier drawing. Worn across the back, over the right shoulder.

Gauntlets- Thick leather gloves that run nearly up to the elbow, sturdy overlapping steel plates cover the top of the arm and much of the sides. The inside of the forearm is protected by the leather glove itself and a series of thick leather straps, holding the armor in place. The back of the hand is covered, and a hefty block knuckle duster is attached. The palm and fingers are covered by the leather glove, but no steel. These babies weigh roughly 1.8 lbs a piece.

Greaved Boots- Two overlapping steel plates protect the front and sides of the lower leg, heavy leather straps holding the armor in place across the back. This, as with the gauntlets, is attached to the heavy leather boot itself even when the straps are undone. The steel toe is extra thick and external, and there's similar thin steel plating in the sole, and over the heel. Almost 4 lbs each, they can carry quite a kick.

Knife- Six inches of steel, the front is bladed as well as the foremost two inches of the back. Thick spined, it's a sturdy thing suitable for practical uses, or combat, though there are better knives for the latter. Worn at the hip, on the back right.

Clothing- Lots of people wear their street clothing on Gaia, but chances are few feel an idiot about it. Or do it because of lack of funds and storage space for real armor. Kalis makes due with a leather riding jacket, a tough article that can take a beating but wasn't meant to stop sharp things the same way leather used in armor is. On the middle of the back, just below neck level, a small orange and red logo of a glaring sun is sown on- glaring in an angry face way. Beyond that, his preparation in dress only goes downhill. His thick carpenter jeans match every other pair he's ruined doing crazy things(often called "adventuring"), loose and dark, and as usual he has a tight fit sleeveless shirt on over his top, a black thing tucked into his jeans, synched up by a thick double-notch buckle brown belt. If he’s not wearing his greaved boots, he usually goes for a sturdy pair of sneakers.

This is a common example- clothing is likely to change, and change often, for obvious reason.

Belt Pack- A hefty cloth pouch Kalis attaches to his belt as often as not, it has no real use but to hold small things for easy access. Generally in here are a roll of bandages and a spare, medical creams for helping seal and disinfect smaller wounds, one for burns, a whetstone, a fritzy cell phone, an MP3 player loaded near its capacity, a glass marble, his keys and a road map, wallet, a stolen revolver with three rounds loaded, and a small pad of paper and pen.

Motorcycle- Kalis' preferred mode of transportation, he owns one somewhat beat up looking motorcycle. About as light weight and cheap as they come, it lacks style or muscle but makes good gas mileage and has proved to require no maintenance he couldn't take care of himself.

Duffel Bag- A great big duffel. Filled with his other living possessions, including changes of clothes, boots and gauntlets if he’s not wearing them, his riding goggles, a riding helmet, the hilt and what little remains of a shattered sword’s blade, and one of a set of wooden practice swords.

Abilities:

Martial Training- Kalis has various levels of training in use of archaic weaponry, specifically western. Knowledge and practice in only the most basic use of axes, maces and clubs, flails, spears and pole axes, and the bow and crossbow. Extended training and practice exists in use of daggers as well as a number of swords including short, long, and two hand swords, dueling as well as broad swords, and experience in using dagger and sword together. Training also encompasses a moderate focus on use of both light and heavy shields, but not tower shields. Formal training for combat without weaponry is effectively none.

Armor Training- Though a part of martial training, experience in heavier armor also necessarily encompasses strength and endurance training. Kalis has much experience in fighting and working out of both light and heavy armors, as well as in taking hits on protected portions when in partial armor. Additionally, armors provide additional opportunities, offense or defensive, depending on material and build, and Kalis is adept at searching these out in pieces of equipment.

Martial Specialization- Kalis’ personal initiative and some degree of the direction of his training leave him with most expertise in use of long and larger broadswords. His greatest strengths include long sword, hand and a half sword, or two hand sword used in combination with light armor or partial heavy armor and improvised grappling and unarmed strikes to accompany. His real world experience gives him a low basis for unarmed combat that his training lacked, which he makes best use of in combination with his stronger skills rather than on its own. Combined weapon and armor training has been adapted to a style stressing balance of speed, strength, and endurance rather than sacrifice of one in favor of another.

Human Will- Humans often display the ability to perform beyond their usually assumed capabilities when pushed hard, and Kalis is if anything good at pushing himself hard. This can show itself as forcing mental acuity while under duress, or pushing the body to levels of performance it would usually be thought incapable of, overcoming pain or hinderance, among other things. The obvious drawbacks of any form of pushing oneself so hard include fatigue, aggravating prior injuries or causing injury especially in form of overworking muscles when applied physically, and the sort of crankiness that follows these other drawbacks. You wouldn’t like being tired and beat up either.

-in progress-

(Work in progress.)

Name: Chu-Chu as a placeholder, as he doesn't stick with any name for too long before calling himself by another name.

Age: Looks like a 22 year old, but he forgot to count his birthdays after 21 years of age.

Race: Half-elf.

Gender: Male Hermaphrodite ( has tits )

Appearance: He can always be found wearing his unusual hooded brown colored robe with his straight-staffed scythe in one of his hands. As he is half-elf, his ears do not look as pointed as a normal elf's would be. He possesses brown hair. His eyes are white orb-ed. So it looks like his eyes are always glowing without the glow, unless someone looks closely. From a distance, it can be a bit difficult to tell precisely which direction his eyes are looking at.

Equipment: His robe is that of a specially woven adamantium ( Yay for X-men ). Normally robes made like this are pretty good for defending against the initial strike. However, there was still the 'shockwave' of the strike to deal with. This is most commonly see in unarmed strikes and blunt-weapon-type strikes. So this robe was made to be a couple inches thick to help with absorption of the 'shockwave' of the force. Due to the nature of his robe when it comes to weight ( 65 pounds ) and other things, he can't run very fast while he wears it. He can perform his normal martial art acrobatic feats with it on except for jumping which would be human level. This being done due to intensive and lengthy training. Without it on, Chu-chu becomes much more agile like that a monk.

His weapon, despite it not being his main trained type of attack, is an enchanted straight-staffed scythe. The staff portion is also made of adamantine with a special slot within it to accomodate the adamantine blade that extends out 2 feet in a low arc. Inside where blade meets the insides of the 'stick' is a gem that allows for Chu-chu to channel his abilities into his weapon. It also has the function of turning the blade into a makeshift low voltage, but high amp-ed taser.

For footwear, normal sandals with rubber cushioning near the bottom so he doesn't get electrocuted from the ground.

Abilities:

I don't know how to best exactly describe how I want to put his abilities. So I will throw out some terms that might cover for it. Water-kinetic/psionicist/summoner/insertmagetermhere. Ice-kinetic/psionicist/summoner/insertmagetermhere. In the 'eligibility exam for the Leviathan Stadium' he was seen as having cryomancy and hydromancy.

Most anything that can be attributed to a unarmed fighting monk can attribute to Chu-chu fighting capabilities. Immense punching strength. Intensely Callous body. Etc. Minus most 'magic' aspects.

Leviathan-exclusive Character

Name: Vincent Beauchamp

Age: 917

Race: Human Vampire

Gender: Male

Appearance: Vincent is six-feet tall with shoulder-length straight black hair, unnaturally blue eyes, and deathly pale skin. He appears to be in his mid-20s, but his eyes betray his centuries of experience. He is commonly seen wearing black suits with black ties and polished dress shoes, or Victorian-era suits when he's feeling extra formal, with a .50 Desert Eagle concealed in a side holster under his jacket.

Personality: Vincent comes from an aristocratic lifestyle, being born and raised in a noble family in Franch, so naturally he is quite confident in himself and his abilities, and thinks he can do anything he wants with little to no consequences. He's also a womanizer, which his vampiric charm only amplifies. He hates losing, and in the event that he ever does lose, his short temper shows for it and he often comes off looking like a spoiled brat robbed of his candy. Nevertheless, he's very dangerous, and those who cross him soon regret it.

Weapons: .50 Desert Eagle carried concealed in a side holster.

Enchanted, acidic epee carried at his hip (when he carries it).

Silver dagger carried concealed under his left jacket/coat sleeve (strapped to his arm).

Special Abilities and Powers: Besides the common vampiric traits, Vincent also exhibits some of the more advanced Gifts of older vampires. He has supernatural strength and enhanced senses. He can communicate telepathically with any intelligent creature within a 10-mile radius. He has limited telekinetic abilities, able to lift and move objects up to 500 lbs. with his mind. He can levitate and fly like a bat, and is able to walk through shadows. One of his more advanced powers is the ability to create powerful illusions, feeding off the thoughts and memories of the intended victim to make the illusion as real as possible, but this ability drains him of alot of his energy, so he keeps them rather short and simple, just enough to lure the victim in for the kill.

Weaknesses: Vincent is harmed by sunlight. Though he won't instantly combust if exposed, direct exposure for more than a minute can result in him burning to death. Likewise, fire and silver are very harmful to him, inflicting aggravated damage which takes much longer to heal from. If he doesn't feed for more than a week or loses more than 90% of his blood, he reverts to a feral, berserk state fueled by his hunger. Holy symbols and garlic have no effect against him. A stake through the heart will kill him.

Background: Vincent was born to a noble family in Franch, raised as any child of nobility is raised. As usual with noble sons who reach adulthood, he took to partying and debauchery in the local taverns, which ultimately led to his downfall. One night, drunk after a whole night celebrating his 25th birthday, he saw the most beautiful woman he had ever set his eyes on, and she seemed to have her eyes on him as well. They went out back, Vincent hot with intoxication and lust, and they made love in a barn, where she gave him her kiss. She was a vampire, and Vincent had become her latest victim, drained to the last ounce of his blood. She wasn't going to let him die and become a ghoul though. She tore open her wrist and fed him her blood, turning him. The next morning he was dead. Authorities found his body and his family grieved. As he awaited burial in the morgue, the woman, Amelia, returned, right at the moment when Vincent became revived, refreshed with new life - vampiric life. She took him under her wing, teaching him how to hunt and survive, training him of his new abilities. He loved her, and she him.

Centuries later, they came to Gaia, posing as a married couple interested in buying a plantation in Durem. They bought slaves, and every so often brought in one of them. They were never seen outside again. The slaves speculated on the nature of their masters, but were too fearful to speak out against them. Though they were treated fairly and hardly as abused as slaves commonly were at those times, they feared what would happen to them if rumors spread and their masters were taken down. However, a new batch of recently bought slaves thought otherwise. They were slaves from another plantation, whose master had been convicted of murder, thus putting all of his property up for auction. They were settled on the idea of freedom, having heard of the North outlawing slavery. They heard the rumors, and spread them like wildfire. It was only a matter of time before the townspeople heard word, and they came with fire and pitchforks. Not wanting a confrontation and the risk of exposing themselves, Vincent and Amelia fled the burning plantation. Amelia was caught though, beaten and bound. Vincent turned back to rescue her, but she told him to run. They convicted her of witchcraft, despite the lack of evidence and the unreliable testimony of a slave. She was burned at the stake the following night. Vincent watched from afar, bloody tears blurring his eyes.

Despite the unfortunate happenings, Vincent stayed in Durem, assuming a new identity and a new lifestyle. They would change every twenty years, as people would begin to notice the way he never ages while they got old and wrinkly. He has been a businessman, and investor, an artist, a writer, anything that can keep him from the boredom of eternal life. After the war, he decided to take a break from blending into mortal life. He took out all of his investments and earning and rebuilt the old plantation, where he lived alone for the next couple centuries, up until present.

Vincent has been watching the world for a long time. He walks the streets of the new Durem as an unknown aristocrat, tossing money about and taking women home, seeming to have reverted to his mortal lifestyle. The women are often never seen again, but nobody seems to have taken much notice of that. He had dealings with the Von Helson sisters, when they were in town, and took them in when they lost their home and nearly their lives. He has no interest in their vendetta against the Gambinos, but he does consider them the closest thing to "friends" that he has in this life.

This is my kung fu priest character I've created for fighting, who at his current level of expertise ranks at lower-middle tier. (Idolwise is currently a w.i.p. as my RP character.)

Username ::Idolwise

Character Name :: Father Abel McNarren

Age :: 33

Gender :: Male

Weapon :: His Fists and his Faith (actual weapon is in development)

Race :: Human

Fighting Style :: The God Hand

::History ::

Abel is a part of an order that sends members out to travel the world to learn new skills and gain knowledge and experience in the service of the Lord. Early in his training, before his attainment of priesthood, he found himself in foreign lands and stayed with a wise old hermit. This old man turned out to be a master of fighting, and under his tutelage, Abel learned and developed a style of fighting that incorporated martial arts with the power of his spirituality and faith.

Through prayer and meditation, intense training, and the focusing of his chi he developed several techniques that almost seemed magical in nature. Believing this to be a gift from the Lord he called his newfound powers and martial arts techniques the God Hand.

In keeping with his order's tenant of learning and gaining experience, he travels to places where he can test and challenge his technique.

::Appearance::

Father Abel McNarren stands 5'8'' feet tall, and is fit in build. He has shoulder length brown hair which he parts to the side, though usually he wears a hat with his order's cross. He has deep brown eyes set in a slender face. He stands tall, never slouching, and usually walks with one arm behind his back.

His garb is his most distinguishing feature. Imagine a priest's black uniform, with the white collar. Now imagine it fused with a kung fu suit with gold trim, pearl clasps down the front, and large white cuffs at the sleeve. More of a cheongsam really, with a low sweeping hem.

Underneath he wears black tapered trousers and simple slip on shoes. He accesorizes with a length of prayer beads which is actually a large rosary. In a pocket, he has a pair of slim romani shades which he uses from time to time.

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::The God Hand: Open Hand and Closed Fist styles::

The Open Hand is a type of free flowing graceful martial art style that places emphasis on defense, evasion, and deflecting attacks. Because of it's free, yet seemingly slow and gentle movement this allows Abel's chi to flow swiftly and acts as a way to gather and focus his energies.

The Closed Fist is Abel's offensive martial arts style focusing on powerful strikes, grapple holds, and kicks. It's movement can be described as being forceful, halting, and explosive, often allowing his focused chi to erupt in a violent display of power.

These styles often switch and flow into each other, allowing Abel to be flexible and versatile. The Open Hand allows him to slowly assess his opponent, defend and evade attacks, and gather his energy. Then, when he needs to strike, he will swiftly shift into the Closed Fist to deliver his attacks and release his focused Chi into special techniques.

-Open Hand Techniques-

Mirror Hand: Uses hands and legs to block and deflect the opponent's attacks, also encompassing trapping techniques. Special techniques can be reflected back by raising Chi to a level equal or greater than the technique's energy and pushing it back at the opponent. Use of this aspect requires careful observation of an opponent allowing a move to be completed, often at one's own peril. (Light to Moderate use of Chi depending on application)

Moon Well: If Abel can attune himself to his opponent's energy, he can steal some of it from opponent's attacks. He does this by reversing the flow of Chi, usually through points of contact from the opponent or attack, and bringing some energy into himself. The amount of energy gained is small, but if done often enough it adds up and can be used in application of both Open Hand and Closed Fist techniques. (can add one Burst Charge to stock for each use with risk to health)

Light Foot: More of an enhanced way of moving, this allows for acrobatic and sometimes amazing feats. He can leap high into the air, find his balance quickly, and flip in and out of danger. Upon focusing Chi into this technique he moves so swiftly that he can leave brief after-images of himself and stick momentarily to surfaces. (Light use of Chi)

-Closed Hand Techniques-

Side Spiral: Starting with circular motions of his arms, Abel strikes with his fist and his forearm takes on the energy of a spiraling corkscrew. If allowed time to charge up, often from Chi used from the Moon Well, this technique can propel him forward a distance. While the build up results in a powerful hit, the spiraling motion increases in radius and can be inaccurate. If he misses, his momentum leaves him open from behind. (Moderate to Great use of Chi)

Zephyr Triangle: With application of the Light Foot, Abel can leap to a surface behind him, make and hold contact for a moment, then push forward in a flashy flying kick. The priest can also spin himself forward after the moment of contact and cause a flashing axe kick down upon his opponent. He can do this within a reasonable angle, sometimes even leaping up to a low ceiling and then coming down in a head stomp. (Moderate to Great use of Chi)

Burst Wave Shot: A typical flying projectile move used to attack at a distance. If used in conjunction with the Moon Well, it can be produced at varying levels of power. Can be also be charged up to produce, with great effect... (Moderate use of Chi and can add a Burst Chare to stock if withheld)

Burst Tsunami: After charging a Burst Wave Shot, Abel can cause it to explode into a towering wave of energy in front of him that crashes heavily down on the opponent. At Abel's current level of skill he can produce up to a 50 foot high wave, but he is always training to try and improve it's height and power. (Moderate to Great use of Chi and with two or more charges)

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::Other Abilities and Skills::

Burst Charges: While the Burst Wave Shot acts as his projectile move, it really is a technique that collects chi into a condensed and focused form. The Moon Well accomplishes this also and acts as a stock system which he must actively charge by performing the build up for the Burst Wave Shot and then holding it back or using the Moon Well to absorb part of an attack. Each charge can be used to further augment Closed Fist/Open Hand techniques; one charge will produce a greater effect, two charges will elevate technique power to a finishing move level.

While they are focused charges of Chi energy, these are by no means additional storage units of chi. Abel can not charge himself to three stocks, regenerate his chi back to full capacity, and find himself at 130%. What each charge does is act as a catalyst towards more powerful and flashier moves, the downside being that each augmented move consumes more Chi.

Note: Think N groove in CvS2. The rest of the abilities and skills are also a w.i.p but will most likely be healing abilities, ability to turn undead and fight supernatural entities, and passive skills.

PROFILE

Picture: Pending

Full Name: Malice, The Immortal Swordsman of the Cursed Sword, Cruoris.

Short Name: Malice.

Race: Human. Kind of.

Age: Undetermined. Stories of Malice have gone back to the early Renaissance.

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 190 lbs.

Occupation/Class: Fighter, Wanderer, Serial Killer. Not in that order.

Text Color: bolded Lightslategray

Physical Description: Malice is not very remarkable in appearance. His black hair is medium length, his eyes are equally dark. As a wanderer, he never looks clean, though he never seems to get that dirty either. For a swordsman, his fairly tanned skin is literally free from blemishes and scars. He has muscles typical of a warrior, but is nowhere near built like a body builder or professional fighter. Malice tends to be relatively quiet as well, but when he speaks, his voice is deep and dangerous, as well as calm and emotionless. And whenever he is seen, he always has his sword in hand.

Background: Telaus Orcinus, son of Demos, was the high priest of the last Emperor of Atlantis. The priests of the Atlanteans were spiritually trained from birth to be pure of mind and of spirit, since they carried a burden of protecting their people from both outside attacks, and from wayward thoughts of temptation. The high priest was assigned a special task, one that was hidden from the eyes, ears, and minds of nearly all of the island nation's citizens. The sole purpose of this advanced civilization being built on that island: the protection of a cursed artifact.

In the deepest level beneath the Imperial Palace, locked and sealed away by layers of arcane wardings and ingenius traps, was an object that the heavens themselves saw fit to hide away beyond the reach and influence of foolish mortal men who would seek it's power for themselves. The high priest of Atlantis was a master of ceremonies, and teachers of mystical ways. But this was only a front for a public; away from their prying eyes, the high priest trained an elite few individuals to be Sacred Guardians of this relic, to ensure that no man would take a single step into the cursed chamber. They were trained and monitored to be pure of mind and soul; the high priest himself never guarded the chamber, to keep him and his knowledge of the truth away from the taint the artifact eminated, even through the barriers; knowledge that was passed on from one high priest to the next, and no one else. Not even the Sacred Guardians knew the truth of the evil they shielded.

If the Sacred Guardians were ever even suspected of treacherous thoughts, they were instantly relieved of duty, and, depending on the loyalty and heroic deeds of his forefathers, would be dealt a fate that varied from a banishment via hopeless quest, to assassination, to being slain on the spot. Though, over the centuries, after knowledge of the artifact was lost on the surface world, and men stopped vying for its possession. Routine took hold, and as time elapsed, they became lax in all of their duties. The primary fault that sealed the doom of the entire people is that occassional interrogations of the high priests occurred less and less, before being written off altogether.

That's when the cursed artifact reached out to Telaus, in his dreams, whispering promises of untold, unlimited power. And of immortality. Though he drove off such dreams as stress-induced wandering thoughts, they became to wear him down, night after night. Within a year's time, he began to obsess over this unknown artifact, researching it in secret yet finding no trace of its origins. Soon, the dreams no longer waited for his slumber, and temptation assailed him every waking hour, driving him mad with curiousity and lust for power. Only by possessing the artifact, would his mind finally be at ease, so he began to plot how he could retrieve it for himself.

The first step of his plan was to hire agents to whisper secrets of the artifact to various sailors at the ports, but fabricating its identity as something that was the key and source of untold riches. All Telaus had to do was sit back and wait. It did not take long; within three months, a massive invasion fleet had invaded Atlantean shores, and the nation was engaged in an epic war; though caught off guard and outnumbered, they still possessed more advanced technology, tactics, and magic. The battle was a brutal, bloody stalemate that fought from dawn to dusk and beyond, without any sign of either side giving way.

Finally, at the midnight hour, a miraculous event occured: a total lunar eclipse, which doused the island in an unnatural darkness. Under the cover of this darkness and the major distraction, he had no trouble slipping through the Imperial Palace's interior to the bottom level of the basement, to the chamber his Sacred Guardians continued to protect with their lives. They would have slain him if it weren't for the fact that they were hand-chosen and trained by this very man, and that momentary hesistation was all it took for him to slay them first, though becoming mortally wounded in the process. As the only man who knew how to safely unlock the chamber, he begun his ritual.

Meanwhile, the heavens themselves were looking upon the events that were taking place, and too late did they realize the treachery that had taken place. There was no one left to stop Telaus, so they did the only thing they could. They sunk the island of Atlantis, the mightiest and most advanced civilization to exist in the entire history of mankind, killing every last man, woman, and child, erasing its existance from history. Though at the island's final moments, one man made one last effort to attain his deepest desires.

As the final steps of the ritual was completed, the chamber opened just as literal tons of water flooded the Palace, leaving a dying man mere feet away from the more accursed item that had ever existed upon the Earth: the cursed sword, Cruoris, resting upon its altar, uneffected by the deluge that suddenly submerged it. Making a desperate struggling swim for it, darkness overcame Telaus as his lungs screamed out for oxygen. He gave his final breath as his body filled with ocean water, and he blacked out within arm's reach of the sword. He floated there, suspended, for but a moment, when suddenly, his arm shot forward, as if independently, grasping the hilt of the sword.

A nigh-unlimited power source suddenly coursed through the man's core, disintegrating his insides and leaving him an empty shell. A split second later, that energy began to reform as a new interior, and the man formally known as Telaus opened his eyes, reborn as something else, something new, something unnatural. Having no need for mortal biological functions, the man came to a rest at the floor of the sunken chamber, and began is slow ascent up the stairs. He was not a new being given a spark of life; he was something that had always existed, and he was merely means of transporting it now.

The next day, a man weilding a large sword walked out of the seas in tatters, and began his eon-long bloodbath that would only begin to satiate an endless hunger.

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EQUIPMENT

Armor

Breastplate: Made of steel, painted black and ornately decorated with onyx gemstones to give it a dark, unearthly appearance. Mundane, with no special abilities.

Bracers: Made of decorated steel, to protect Malice's forearms. Mundane, with no special abilities.

Weapons

The Cursed Sword, Cruoris: The exact composition is unknown, but is rumored to be an alloy of adamantium and a metal not naturally occuring on this planet, referred to as the broad term "starmetal". The result is a metal that is incredibly dense and nigh-indestructable. However, despite the nature of the sword, its cut isn't any more sharp than the standard blade.

Cruoris is a large b*****d sword, with runes carved up each side of the blade. On one side is a series of runes that are Celestial in nature, and to those who can read them, enchant the sword as a bane against demons and devils. On the opposite side of the blade, are Infernal runes, giving the same effect against angels and their kin. Each set also identically label the sword by its name, and warn that "whomever weilds this blade of Heaven and Hell shall be forever cursed, to forever walk the Earth to suffer in turmoil and agony until the end of all time."

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Special Abilities

Indestructability: The cursed sword Cruoris was forged for the sole purpose of being indestructable. Many men have tried to sunder it, without even scratching it in the least. Anyone who knew the purpose of this sword's existance are either long dead or staying the hell away from it, but if both angels and demons cooperated to make such a damning blade, there must be a purpose.

Sword of Heaven and Hell: Long before mankind walked the earth, this sword was created for a purpose now unknown, by both denizens of Heaven, and of Hell. When created, both sides had forged a series of runes upon the blade, one on each side, their meanings lost to the ages except for the oldest of beings. When an otherwise immortal creature takes hold of the sword, it is incredibly painful, the damage tearing through their body and into their soul instantly. Mortal beings are not as harmed by this; they still feel the pain, but its slower and more gradual.

Arcane Warding: On top of the weapon's physical defenses, it also has been mystically enchanted to be resistant to magic and most energy types. This does not make them ineffectual against it; a fire user could still heat the blade if they pour their heart and soul into it. However, all effects are dampened the moment they touch the blade, making such attacks much less effective, as well as doubling as defense against these attacks.

Sword of Blood: Blood is drawn to the blade of Cruoris like it was a sanguine magnet. When in contact with the blade, blood slowly but visibly seeps into it, where it is broken down and used as an energy source. All special traits of the blood are broken down to its base components, with anything useful also absorbed, anything harmful or useless expunged. Any magical or energy-based enhancements cannot be absorbed, and linger on the exterior of the sword in the form of energy. Close proximity to the sword will not cause hemorrhaging or rupturing of blood vessles, but any blood in the immediate area of an open wound will be drawn from it, through the air generally up to a foot away. Otherwise, the person will feel an odd pull or draw from the sword, but that's it.

Sword Technique 1 - Sword Wave: When energy is pulled onto the blade of the sword via the Sword of Blood technique, it can be redirected at the opponent in the form of a cutting wave of energy. This is done by swinging the blade in a wide arc, with the angle swung directing the angle of the sword wave. The distance travels is proportionate to the amount and potency of the energy absorbed from his opponent's blood, but averages around 40 feet before dispersing quickly. A two-handed swing increases the velocity and distance. This is usable once until more blood is absorbed.

Sword Technique 2 - Sword Shockwave: When energy is pulled onto the blade of the sword via the Sword of Blood technique, it can be redirected in the immediate area around the weilder in a small domed shockwave. This is done by a two-handed sword plunge into the ground, though actual penetration of the ground is not required. The energy stored upon the blade expands outward, creating a concussive force of the appropriate energy type averaging out about 10 feet in all directions. Though not as damaging, this technique is usefully for knocking opponents away, from any or all angles. This is usable once until more blood is absorbed.

Sword Technique 3 - Sword Buckshot: When energy is pulled onto the blade of the sword via the Sword of Blood technique, it can be flung forward in a spray attack. This is done by pulling the sword back and thrusting sharply forward. Upon reaching the full extent of the thrust, the energy clinging to the blade is flung forward in a cone-like spray, reaching out on average about 20 feet away before the orbs of energy disperse. Not as precise nor deadly as the sword wave, it covers a much wider area and is nigh-impossible to dodge. Needless to save, from the conic shape of the attack, closer range results in more hits and more damage. This is usable once until more blood is absorbed.

Sword Technique 4 - Sword Reflector: When energy is pulled onto the blade of the sword via the Sword of Blood technique, it can be used to redirect further energy away from the weilder. Since the energy absorbed from a particular opponent is apparent in all energy-based attacks, the similar polarity of the energy can be used to reflect an attack back at the opponent. By using the flat of the blade as a makeshift cricket bat, an opponent's attack is knocked straight back in the direction it was launched; typically, right back at the opponent. In process of using this technique, the energy stored on the blade is diffused upon the reflection, and cannot be done a second time without absorbing more blood. The difference of amounts of energy from either source does not matter; if the attack has more energy launched, it is still reflected, just much slower. If the attack has less energy than what is stored, it is fired back at a much greater velocity.

Hand of the Destroyer - Fleshcraft: As a side effect of the sword's power overwhelming the limited capacities of a mortal form, parts of the weilder's body gain some extra supernatural abilities. This is one such side effect. When the palms of the weilder touches any flesh besides their own, it quickly begins to fall apart. The skin and muscle tissue touched begin decay rapidly. Within seconds, flesh begins to fall off the bone as the hand of the user paws and manipulates it like wet clay. A split second contact, such as from a slap, does not have an immediate effect except for a sharp sting and general numbness of the exposed skin. This only works on living organic material, so it is blocked by armor, magical barriers, even clothing. This is not a free effect, and instinctively uses the sword's stored blood supply normally kept for regeneration to power. However, it is automatic and reflexive, and cannot be 'turned off' when desired.

Hand of the Destroyer - Bonecraft: When continued application of the user's Fleshcraft ability occurs, his palm can melt its way through the rapidly decaying flesh like a hot knife through butter. Within seconds, all flesh surrounding the bone can be destroyed, leaving the bone itself exposed. With a firm grip, the Hand of the Destroyer can quickly turn the bone to dust. In terms of a limb, this constitutes as a severing that cannot medically or magically reattached. For other bones, such as a rib, it simply breaks the bone free in the user's grip, allowing the withered husk to be yanked from the body, or just left inside. Like Fleshcraft, this is automatic and reflexive, and uses the sword's blood reserves to power.

Soul Vacuum: Though not as potent as the Sword of Blood trait, Cruoris also has the ability to drain one's soul into the blade as well. If blood is coal for running a steam engine, a soul can be described as super premium high-grade fuel from mortals, to plutonium fuel cells from "immortals". A soul cannot be drained a little bit at a time: it is all or nothing. When impaled by Cruoris, the victim will feel weaker spiritually (on top of any fatigue from blood loss, of course). Their spirit/soul will begin to be pulled from their body at the point of the wound, as if the blade had become an extention of the body. The duration required varies, but it takes about 20 seconds to drain the soul from the average healthy adult male. The stronger one's willpower or spiritual awareness, the longer it takes, but the end result is inevitable as long as the sword remains. If the opponent manages to free themselves before the duration expires, their soul slingshots back into their body and Cruoris must start anew. If they die during or before the process begins, the soul cannot be absorbed as it escapes completely.

Dimensional Anchor: Cruoris itself seems to have an innate ability to keep itself locked in space and time. Temporal magicks, teleportation, black holes, and so on, have no effect in a 10' area around the sword, as long as it is being weilded. It cannot be pulled out of the present reality at all. This ability becomes supressed if the weilder of the sword sheaths the blade.

Sword of the Immortal: By wielding Cruoris, its chosen champion becomes immortal. All irregularities inside the body are immediately extinguished, and the body becomes locked from the effects of time, no longer aging. While the body can still be harmed, its wounds are regenerated at an astonishing rate. As long as the weilder is still chosen by Cruoris, they can even regenerate their body from complete annihilation. Most minor injuries are fairly easy to heal, taking but seconds to recover from. Any other minor effects, such as smoke inhilation and disease, have no effect on the body and are instantly extinguished once it enters the system. Blood absorbed by the sword is needed to fuel this process; the longer the sword goes without bloodshed, the longer it takes to heal from wounds; however, the process cannot be completely halted altogether. On average, a complete regeneration from scratch takes approximately 14.4 minutes; however, an engorged blade can double or even triple the rate, whereas a starved one can make it last hours or days.

Bonded: The wielder of the cursed sword Cruoris is bonded to it, for better or for worse. Every passing moment when the weilder is not in contact with the sword is excrutiating and unbearably painful. However, as much as the weilder needs the sword, the sword equally needs the weilder. When seperated, the sword can telekentically move itself, but never to attack; only to return to its chosen weilder, or to remove itself from immediate danger so the weilder can regenerate.

Indomitable and Unfeeling: While in possession of the cursed sword, the wielder's physical limitations fade away. The mind knows not of pain nor restraints. This allows the weilder to fight on without feeling pain nor exhaustion whatsoever. Physical strain does not hinder the weilder either, and he becomes capable of superhuman feats of strength and endurance; the body is numbed while simultaneously healing itself at the same time, overcoming the limited capabilities of mundane muscles without realizing it. The body of the weilder also does not have any more use for vitally important things that mortals require: food, water, air, sleep... none of these are important any more to the swordsman of the cursed sword Cruoris.

Physiological Mastery: The wielder of Cruoris is both gifted and cursed with a body that operates differently than mortals. He has an unnatural control over his biological functions, allowing his body to operate in ways not intended by evolution. Body temperature, movement of joints, the quality of blood, the operation of organs: all the involuntary parts of the body's mechanics have become voluntary. Due to owning the Sword of the Immortal, body functions that cease operating in expectant ways do not hinder the weilder whatsoever.

Soul Sight: The wielder of the cursed blade is so taken by its power, that their very perception of the world is skewed. The regular senses are dulled exponentially to the point where they become vestigial in nature. Instead, the wielder senses Life like people percieve color and sound. The distance is uncertain but can extend for over a mile. The wielder is so attuned to this mode of perception that they cannot be overwhelmed with stimulus, nor can it be dulled. Vampires and similar semi-living beings with souls are still noticable, but are dulled comparing to the living and can easily be overlooked at a 'glance'. Zombies and similar unintelligent soulless undead are even harder to spot. The only ones immune to soul sight are mundane objects and corpses.

Sword of All Flesh: The wielder of Cruoris is neither living or dead. The body itself stays in a semi-living mode of stasis; however, the body itself can be considered 'dead', unless disguised by biological mastery. However, any soulless dead flesh in contact with the blade or its wielder becomes subject to their will. In short, any dead flesh can be manipulated by the wielder of the sword as if it was his own flesh.

Gene Dalfont

Reputation Names: The Champion Mercenary

Nicknames: Merc, Saber X


Statistics

Race: Human

Age: 31

Class: Master Jack

Job: Mercenary

Height: 6'5"

Weight: 198 lbs.

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Blonde

Skin Color: White

Birthdate: Haot 36 (July 5)

Birthplace: Maunda, Namari

Nationality: Ydonian

Current Residence: Several

Blood Type: AB-

Home Planet: Greatland

Home Plane: Material- Aurk

Alignment: Neutral

Religion: Deist

Elemental Attachment(s): Fire 100%, Ice 100%

Known Familiar(s): None

Current Affiliation(s): None

Past Affiliation(s): Namari Rebellion Act, Ydonian Army- Special Ops, Nous Vos Vendran, Dursaak 18th Garrison- Omega Soldier Division, S.P.A.R.T.A.

Favorite Food: Ceasar Salad, Dursaak's violet mushrooms, Litiga Steak

Favorite Drink: Jinglefruit Juice, 151, Vinca Throatwarmer

Favorite Music: Heavy Punk Metal Rock (Representative Band: Rob Zombie)

Orientation: Straight

Aspiration: To find something worth fighting for

Darkest Fear: To never fullfill his aspiration

Weaponry: Two kodachi, two handguns, an assault rifle, a plasma rifle, a magic crossbow & bolts, explosives, mines and traps.

Character Information

Fighting Style: The Champion Mercenary. While few know of him, those who do know his powress in the battlefield. He is ready for anything: long range combat, melee combat, close quarters combat, hand to hand combat, magical combat, psionic combat, strategic combat, stealth combat... you name it, he can do it. He is relentless and aims for the kill since the beggining of the battle, making sure to come in and out of a battle situation as fast as possible. With his wide array of weaponry at his disposal, and all the skills and protective defenses his body hosts, he is a force to be reckoned with.

Special Abilities/Skills: While he cannot control anything persay other than casting spells and using his psi tatoos for psionic assaults, it's more than enough to get him around in a battle. His bionic parts also give him a good couple of abilities, such as scanning his opponents for valuable information on them, using eyebeam rays and using his bionic arm to react towards threats with inhumane reflexes, as well as Night Vision, Thermal Vision, X-Ray Vision, Double Helix String Vision, zooming in and zooming out and other nifty abilities.

Characteristics/Personality: He is of True Neutral alignment, meaning he doesn't care much for anything, not law, not freedom, not goodness nor evil. He simply does what he's asked to do, and is only interested in what he gains from it.

Happy- Usually becomes very cheery and social, though without much interest or motivation to do anything outworldily charitable. He'd have to be -real- happy for that.

Anger- He becomes rather impatient and persistant to get what he wants. Usually already gruff and uncaring, this usual mood becomes intensified when he gets angry. He becomes a real a** real fast.

Sadness- Gene becomes rather quiet, and if asked about it, he will lunge at the inquiring person with anger and disaprooval. Gene would rather hide his weak feelings than let them be known.

Combat- In combat Gene can be very quiet and patient, very distasteful or very exhilarated. Depending on the person he is fighting, he can be in love with the battle and respect the opponent, hate the conflict and the person he is fighting, or, what usually happens when there is no interaction between him and his opponent, he is quiet and patient and executes what seems fitting to the situation.

Advantages: Gene's array of weaponry gives him an edge against any kind of opponent he might be facing as well as his ability to scan them to see what makes them tick, or what weaknesses they may have. Gene has inmense versatility at the expense of having to carry a lot of gear, which he compensates for by dropping it while he is in the battlefield. His overall balanced strength, speed, vitality, stamina, intelligence, magic and psionic powress gives him instant adaptability to any combat situation. His gear also grants him strengths and defenses in any other fields he does not specialize in, giving him an even larger area where he can act upon. In conclusion, Gene can pretty much take any kind of opponent on.

Bio: Since he can remember, Gene has always been into some kind of military faction. At the early age of 12 he was already enlisted as a child soldier put into action in the Namari Rebellion Act, learning the use of the assault rifle and other weapons of trade. At age 16, he managed to escape the senseless acts of violence the political conflicts of his country and found himself being transported to a safer home in Ydonia. Once in Ydonia, and not knowing what to do other than kill, Gene enlisted into the army and under five years become a Special Ops officer, where he honed his skills as a soldier.

After two years in service of the Ydonia Special Ops, he was covertly transferred into a secret planetary defense organization called Nous Vos Vendran, during which he learnt of the technological marvels of the universe. In his stay in this secret organization, he lost his right arm, which was instantly replaced by a cybernetic implant. Within a year or so, he then quits the organization and becomes a mercenary, where he is hired by the Selllein Federation and moved into an interstellar garrison: the Dursaak 18th Garrison. Here he faught against the galactic empire, which was strong enough to take his right eye, also replaced by a cybernetic implant. In three years of fighting for the Selllein Federation, he faced an almost lethal encounter, and was luckily extracted from death by a nearby interplanar organization.

SPARTA was created to protect the interplanar safety of the whole multiverse. Owing them his life, he joined SPARTA. Within this organization, he quickly mastered the arts of magic and began learning psionics. During his four years of stay in the organization, he met several battles that gained him new, arcane and psionic gear he had never though of attaining before. However, by the end of the fourth year, SPARTA becomes disbanded because of internal conflicts, and Gene is forced back into becoming a mercenary. Now he offers his services at the highest bidder. Know that he will slay armies on his own, and having a soldier such as himself within the ranks of any organization comes with a price. A very, very hefty price.

Weapons

Dominant Hand: Ambidexterous.

All weapons noted below have an Arcane Mark embedded into them.

[Weapon #1]

Saber X

Weapon Type & Name: Short Sword- Kodachi

Blade Height: 2'0" (from handle's top to blade tip)

Blade Width: 0'0" *1 cm (thickness of the blade)

Blade Length: 0'1" (broadside of the blade)

Sword Height: 2'7"

Sword Width: 0'3"

Sword Length: 0'3"

Materials: Steel, Cotton

Weight: 9 lbs.

Resistance: 543 lbs of pressure, 1,370 degrees Celsius (without 2nd Kanji)

Sharpness: 5303 nm

Comfort (Handle): Average

Abilities-

-Vibroblade Function: Within the handle of the kodachi, a power cell charges a vibration generator built into the hilt upon the flick of a button on the short sword's handle. These vibrations move across the blade 934.45 times a second, making it's already laser sharp blade capable of cutting through almost any material.

-Fire Property: A magic rune on the blade gives this weapon the fire elemental attachment. At will, the wielder can cause this blade to ignite on fire or turn to 300 degrees Celsius, giving the blade a red-hot appearance, and causing it to cut easier through metal and cold substances.

[Weapon #2]

Saber Z

Weapon Type & Name: Short Sword- Kodachi

Blade Height: 2'0" (from handle's top to blade tip)

Blade Width: 0'0" *1 cm (thickness of the blade)

Blade Length: 0'1" (broadside of the blade)

Sword Height: 2'7"

Sword Width: 0'3"

Sword Length: 0'3"

Materials: Steel, Cotton

Weight: 9 lbs.

Resistance: 543 lbs of pressure, 1,370 degrees Celsius (without 2nd Kanji)

Sharpness: 5303 nm

Comfort (Handle): Average

Abilities-

-Vibroblade Function: Within the handle of the kodachi, a power cell charges a vibration generator built into the hilt upon the flick of a button on the short sword's handle. These vibrations move across the blade 934.45 times a second, making it's already laser sharp blade capable of cutting through almost any material.

-Ice Property: A magic rune on this blade causes it to have the ice elemental attachment. At will, the wielder can cause this blade to expell a cold burst of ice or make the blade become threateningly cold down to -300 degrees Celsius, freezing water around it and/or cutting through hot substances or fire with ease.

[Weapon #3]

Callist

Weapon Type & Name: Magical Crossbow- Repeating Crossbow

Crossbow Height: 0'" (from bottom of the crossbow handle to string puller)

Crossbow Width: 0'3" (thickness of the bow)

Crossbow Length: 1'9" (from crossbow handle to crossbow end)

Materials: Estoll Hair, Dadaria Tree Bark, Mana Ore

Weight: 5 lbs.

Resistance: 893 lbs of pressure, 345 degrees Celsius

Max Pressure Load: 501 lbs.

Range: 100 ft.

Comfort (Handle): Good

Abilities-

-Somatic Emulator: Emulates hand gestures of spells using the mana ore runes engraved throughout the crossbow. Two magical, transparent, sparkling, gold hands appear on either side of the aim of the bow's arrow, performing somatic components for the wielder.

-Verbal Emulator: Emulates chanting of spells using the mana ore runes engraved throughout the crossbow. Whispers emanate from the crossbow when a verbal spell is required.

-Material Emulator: Emulates all material components of spells using the mana ore runes engraved throughout the crossbow. After fifteen uses, the mana ore is not enough to emulate any more materials, and the caster will have to use the spells' material components.

Ammunition-

-Woodtip Bolts: Standard bolts which's featherless end is sharpened into a piercing tip. Completely made out of ironwood.

-Titanium Bolts: Standard wooden bolts which are headed by titanium tips.

-Explosive Bolts: Bolts tipped with a 4 inch wide gunpowder-filled copper tip with a miniature flintlock match that ignites the gunpowder upon striking a target.

-Poison Arrows: Standard wooden bolts which are headed by poison-filled titanium tips which are secreted out a miniature tube that leads to the outer part of the tip. It secretes 800 mg of pure, focused venom.

-Thunder Stone Arrows: Thunder stone bolts' tips have been made with Thunder Stone. Thunder stone is an alchemical substance that, whenever struck hard against a solid surface, creates a deafening bang that would normally leave a target deaf for about an hour or so. However, these particular thunder stones have been augmented alchemically to blow the eardrums out of any human, leaving the target deaf for life. These bolts are not particularly made to strike the target so much as to strike something near the target to make the thunder stone deafen the target. If a target has armor, striking it would be almost lethal due to the sonic waves possibly breaking the target's balance and sending the target into nerval shock. The thunderclap produced by the bolts have an area of 5 miles in radius, only permanently deafening those within 10 feet of the area of impact (should those within the area not be protecting their auditory organs, in which case they just become deafened for 1 hour only), deafening those within 50 feet of impact for a random time limit (the closer to the initial 10 feet radius, the more time it is, usually starting at around 1 hour of being deaf within the first 20 feet and 1 minute at around 50 feet's worth of distance) and being heard across a total of 5 miles around the strike of the bolt.

[Weapon #4]

Weapon Type & Name: Energy-based Rifle- PH44 Plasma Rifle

Rifle Height: 0'10" (from handle bottom to cannon)

Rifle Width: 0'5"(from handle side to handle side; thick of the rifle)

Rifle Length: 1'9" (from nozzle to plasma chamber)

Materials: Secondary Adamantium), Silica Aerogel, Carbonyde (composed of 1 , 2, 3), Nanotori (see 1), Titanium, Tungsten and Steel

Weight: 10 lbs.

Resistance: 8823 lbs of pressure, 94,000 degrees Celsius

NTEM-Plasma Shot Capacity: 10 per Clip

Plasma Reload Type: 10 round Charge & Cool Time

Plasma Shot Capacity per Charge: 5

Barrel Type: Bullpup Configuration; Bulky Nozzle

Comfort (Handle): Good

Ammunition-

-NTEM (NanoTori ElectroMagnet) Shots: Shots designed to charge particles in a ray-like emission at a nanoscale level with ultra-high magnetic presence. These shots are fired miliseconds before the actual plasma beam is fired. They are fired via air compression, caused by the plasma's own heat. These shots are around the size of a hand grenade each, and have several 'pores' along their carbonyde/silica aerogel surface, through which they release trillions of intensely charged nanotori along their trip to the target. These charged nanotori create an inmensely focused 'magnetic bottle' as they are released into the air, allowing a safe, non-blooming passage for the plasma beam to pass through. Unfortunately, they have a very poor range of 20 meters, although usually the plasma beam catches up to the shot at around 15 meters, leaving the plasma rifle truly effective only within the 14 meter range.

-Plasma Discharge: The plasma generator within the weapon is a miniaturized version of the VASIMR, within which matter is agitated and kept concentrated in one single spot by several Nanotori tubes and gold & copper magnetic coils surrounding the plasma. Upon firing, the magnetic coils surrounding the barrel become charged with an opposite charge to that of the plasma's containment chamber, and causes the plasma to stream out of the rifle and into the NTEM Shot's nanotori 'magnetic bottle'. The strain each plasma burst causes the rifle is capable of overheating the weapon drastically, even with it's twin liquid gas chamber cooling system. For safety measures, only five plasma discharges are allowed to be shot at a time before letting the weapon cool for atleast a minute (8 posts) before shooting again. Plasma discharges can burn through just about anything, ranging, under normal environment conditions, between a searing 30,000 to 50,000 degrees Celsuis. This weapon is particularly effective and best used in a void or in space. 100% from Power Cartridge per 1 minute charge.

[Weapon #5]

Weapon Type & Name: Assault Rifle- MCR-53 (Costumized AK-74)

Rifle Height: 1'0" (from handle bottom to cannon)

Rifle Width: 0'2.3" (from handle side to handle side; thick of the rifle)

Rifle Length: 2'11" (from cannon hole to hammer)

Materials: Steel

Weight: 4 lbs. (no clip)

Resistance: 482 lbs of pressure, 1,370 degrees Celsius

Caliber: 5.54 mm

Reload Type: Clips

Round Capacity: 30 Rounds per Clip

Selective Fire Settings: Safety, Full Auto, Burst & Semi Auto

Barrel Type: Standard

Comfort (Handle): Good

Ammunition-

-Lead 5.54 mm: Standard lead 5.54 mm rounds.

-Titanium 5.54 mm: Titanium 5.54 mm rounds. Made for armor piercing purpouses.

-Arcane 5.54 mm: Enchanted silver 5.54 mm rounds. Upon hitting the target, they create a mana anomaly that propagates a small kinetic explosion with a force of 300 lbs.

[Weapon Set #1]

Weapon Type & Name: Semi-Automatic Handgun- DAFC 2 (Costumized Jericho 941)

Gun Height: 0'8"(from handle bottom to cannon)

Gun Width: 0'1.6"(from handle side to handle side; thick of the guns)

Gun Length: 0'9"(from cannon hole to hammer)

Materials: Steel, Rubber

Weight: 5 lbs. (no clip)

Resistance: 482 lbs of pressure, 1,370 degrees Celsius

Caliber: .40 S&W

Reload Type: Clips

Round Capacity: 12 Rounds per Clip

Barrel Type: Standard

Comfort (Handle): Good

Ammunition-

-Lead .40 Caliber: Standard lead .40 S&W rounds.

-Holy .40 Caliber: Silver .40 S&W rounds. They have been blessed by a powerful bishop, causing these rounds to be particularly effective against dark, evil and undead creatures.

-Dark .40 Caliber: Iron .40 S&W rounds. They have been cursed by an evil warlock, causing these rounds to be particularly effective against holy, good and celestial creatures.

-Fire .40 Caliber: Tungsten .40 S&W rounds. They have been dipped in napalm, causing them to explode in flames when they are shot. Upon hitting the target, they will be searing hot and/or possibly still on fire or, whats worse, catch on fire after they have hit the target; however, using this ammunition might cause the rest of the ammunition to explode, and they have high chances of jamming the gun due to overheating.

[Aux. Weapon #1]

Weapon Type & Name: Dagger- Stone Crafted Combat Knife

Blade Height: 0'4" (from handle's top to blade tip)

Blade Width: 0'0" *1 cm (thickness of the blade)

Blade Length: 0'1.5" (broadside of the blade)

Dagger Height: 0'10"

Dagger Width: 0'1"

Dagger Length: 0'1.5"

Materials: Granite

Weight: Light (less than 1 pound; irrelevant)

Resistance: 687 lbs of pressure, 1,354 degrees Celsius

Comfort (Handle): Great

Equipment

All the equipment noted below have an Arcane Mark embedded into them.

[Head Gear]

Boldur Helmet

Head Gear Type & Name: Protective Head Gear- Helmet

Materials: Tungsten, Carbon Nanotubes, Biological Tissue

Weight: 5 lbs.

Resitance: 1002 lbs of Pressure, 832 degrees Celsius

Protects: Head, Chin

Comfort: Average

Abilities-

-Psionic Protection: This living, breathing biotechnologically made helmet protects against all psionic waves attempted to reach into the wielder's mind. However, while this helmet is on, the wielder cannot use any psionics from his mind, himself, since this being actually feeds off the wielder's psionic aura.

-Breath: The boldur shellfish is actually an amphibious parasite, capable of breathing underwater and over water and allow it's wielder to share it's own air supply, namely working as an airtank and air purifier. It can only purify certain toxic gasses and it can level the oxygen to the wielder's needs, but it cannot purify acids or extremely toxic gasses. Within a void, it can only contain it's breath for 30 minutes, allowing it's host to breathe the air for the duration of it's containment.

[Accessory #1]

Scarab of Afterlife

Accessory Type & Name: Protective Necklace - Amulet

Materials: Gold, Mana Ore, Divine Crystal

Weight: Light

Comfort: Good

Abilities-

-Soul Permanency: Allows the soul of the dead wearer to stay within the amulet until it desires to leave.

[Torsal Gear #2]

Plated Carbonyde Vest

Torsal Gear Type & Name: Protective Bullet Proof Vest

Materials: Tungsten, Carbonyde

Weight: 8 lbs.

Comfort: Average

[Full Body Uniform]

Ydonian Special Ops

Full Body Uniform Type & Name: Cargo/Protective/Concealing Camoflage Stealth Uniform

Materials: Reinforced Cotton, Polyester, Photofiber

Jacket Pockets: 4 (two on either side of the front of the jacket)

Pants Pockets: 6 (two on either side of the hips, two on the back, and two on either side of the shins, the ones near the shins bigger than the other four)

Weight: 3 lbs.

Comfort: Good

Abilities-

-Selective Environmental Camoflage: Also called 'SEC' and 'Smart Camo', this uniform's camoflage changes according to the surrounding environment, using photofiber to relay colors from the surroundings and select the most common colors to cause the uniform to change into them.

[Accesory #2]

SPARTA Cloak

Accesory Type & Name: Protective, Cargo Cloak

Materials: Plane Matter

Weight: 2 lbs.

Holsters: 2

Straps: 4

Comfort: Good

Abilities-

-Planar Protection: This cloak is apparently made of planematter, changing color depending on what kind and on what plane of existance it is. As such, this cloak protects against all physics-changing anomalies that are not related with mana anomalies (magic), such as planar, matter, quantum, time, space and other such hazardous yet powerful manipulation types. The cloak is also naturally fire proof.

[Gripwear]

Psion Gauntlet

Gripwear Type & Name: Psionic Enhancement Gauntlet

Materials: Studded Leather, Cotton, Psiobore Orb

Weight: 1 lbs

Comfort: Average

Abilities-

Psionic Enhancement: Grants the wearer more psionic power (raises Gene's Psi Power Points to 200).

[Accessory #3]

Accessory Type & Name: Added Protection to the Genital Area- Cup

Materials: Reinforced Plastic, Cotton

Weight: Light

Comfort: Average

[Accessory #4]

Accessory Type & Name: Added Protection to the Shins- Shinguards

Materials: Reinforced Plastic, Cotton

Weight: Light

Comfort: Good

Other protective non-observables include a series of magic runes inscribed across his body that protect him against magical diseases, magic transformations, magic instant-death spells, as well as magical enchantments. Psionic tatoos scribed alongside the magical runes in a very intricate manner protect him against any telepathy attacks into his brain, as well as any external (as in, that they don't come from himself) psychometabolisms and psychoportations.

Other non-combat related wearables include a formal long-sleeved black shirt, a white sleeveless undershirt, a pair of boxers, socks and a pair of black metal rimmed rubber boots which ground most electric attacks.

Items

All items and cargo devices have an Arcane Mark embedded into them.

Leather Bag

Cargo Device Description: An 8 inch wide leather belt meant to be strapped across one's torso. It has a huge steel link fastened by sliding both of the metal protuberances into their respective holes in the belt on the other side.

Bag Divisions: 3

Pockets: 3

Items : Weight Per Unit : Pocket or Strap

Frag Grenade x5 : 1 lbs : Bag Divison 1

Flashbang Grenade x5 : Light : Bag Division 1

Anti-Matter Bomb x5 : 1 lbs. : Bag Division 1

EMP Bomb x5 : 1 lbs : Bag Division 1

B'neilruun Glop Grenade x5 : 2 lbs : Bag Division 1

SEC Claymore Mine x5 : 1 lbs : Bag Division 2

Bear Trap x5 : Light : Bag Division 2

Caltrop Pouch x2 : Light : Bag Division 2

Lead .40 S&W Magazine x4 : 1 lbs : Bag Division 3

Holy .40 S&W Magazine x4 : 1 lbs : Bag Division 3

Dark .40 S&W Magazine x4 : 1 lbs : Bag Division 3

Fire .40 S&W Magazine x4: 1 lbs : Bag Division 3

First Aid Kit x1 : 1 lbs : Pocket 1

Power Cell x2 : 3 lbs : Pocket 1

Lead 5.54mm Magazine x5 : 2 lbs : Pocket 2

Titanium 5.54mm Magazine x5 : 1 lbs : Pocket 2

Arcane 5.54mm Magazine x5 : 1 lbs

C4 x1 : 1 lbs : Pocket 2

Spells' Material Components x1 : 1 lbs. : Pocket 3

Each .40 S&W magazine has a total of 12 rounds, while the 5.54mm magazines hold a total of 30 rounds each.

Carried in Cargo Jacket : Weight per Unit : Pocket

Box o' Cigs x1 : Light : Right Upper Pocket

Lead .40 S&W Magazine x2 : 1 lbs : Right Lower Pocket

Lead 5.54mm Magazine x2 : 2 lbs : Right Lower Pocket

C4 Remote x1 : 2 lbs : Left Upper Pocket

Fire .40 S&W Magazine x2 : 1 lbs : Left Lower Pocket

Arcane 5.54mm Magazine x2 : 1 lbs : Left Lower Pocket

Carried in Cargo Pants : Weight per Unit : Pocket

Frag Grenades x3 : 2 lbs : Left Shin Pocket

Lighter x1 : Light : Right Hip Pocket

x1 : 3 lbs : Left Back Pocket

Quiver

Description: A quiver that carries all five types of bolts cartridges. It can carry a total of 50 cartridges. It is divided into five parts, each having a different texture and carved patterns to ensure differentiation via touch, not to mention every bolt cartridge is made of different materials. Each cartridge is weights 2 lbs. The quiver holds a false bottom; within, a C4 explosive waits to be detonated in the case that his quiver gets stolen. The strap of the quiver is a one-step take off buckle with the same principle of the explosives bag.

Quiver Divisions: 5

Bolt Cartridges : Quiver Section

Woodtip Bolt Cartridge x10 : Quiver Section 1

Titanium Bolt Cartridge x10 : Quiver Section 2

Explosive Bolt Cartridge x10 : Quiver Section 3

Poison Bolt Cartridge x10 : Quiver Section 4

Thunder Stone Bolt Cartridge x10 : Quiver Section 5

Cartridges have 5 bolts each. Each cartridge weights 2 lbs.

Carried in Cloak : Weight Per Unit : Holster or Strap

DAMC 2 x2 : 6 lbs : Left & Right Holsters

Lead .40 S&W Magazine x6 : 1 lbs : All Easy-Release Straps

A belt around Gene's waist carries a small communications device, a couple of small ration cans, three soda can sized containers filled of chemically designed liquids to satisfy thirst. It holds a one-move take off buckle. The Callist hangs from the belt and over Gene's left thigh.

The MCR-53 has a removable strap that enables Gene to carry it. A strap wrapped over the right shin carries the combat knife.

Abilities

Physical/Special Abilities

[Bionic Parts]

*(From here on in, the entries have been briefened for the purpouses of posting it in this Database. Extensive, detailed information can be found in my journal.)

Bionic Eye

B-I v10.5 Custom

Description: Installed after the squirmish of Eilii II where he lost his normal eye, Gene's bionic eye has been upgraded several times. The last upgrade, made by SPARTA's highest biotech scientists, includes the following features:

Features:

System

-CAOCN, Custom Design- Central Analytical Optical Computer Network installed inside Gene's right side of the forehead, inside the skull, calculates and analyses visuals seen through the bionic eye's many vision types.

Visions

-Thermal Vision-

-Night Vision-

-X-Ray Vision-

-DHS Vision- Dual Helix String Vision. Views the world through it's building blocks.

Lenses

-Optical Zoom-in-

-Optical Microscope-

-Optical Light-Deafener- Automatically adjusts to light emissions, dissallowing blindess due to flashes.

Modes

-Scan Mode- Using the Dual Helix String Vision, allows Gene to study his opponents.

-Eye-to-hand Mode- Reacts to visuals with the speed of a pre-programmed, ultrafast computer located inside Gene's forehead using the bionic arm linked to the computer.

-Eyebeam Mode- Shoots an eyebeam at the expense of high energy output and possible melting of the bionic eye.

Bionic Right Arm

ND Bionic ARM 9XK Custom

Description: This bionic arm is made up of principally secondary adamantium, titanium and carbonyde with a no nerval bioplastic covering it. The arm is able to lift a total of 830 lbs without additional help.

Features:

-Power Cell- The center of Gene's power supply. The Power Cell attached to his bionic arm's shoulder supplies energy to his two bionic parts and his plasma rifle. The Power Cell holds ten Power Cartridges within it.

-Electric Touch- An electric discharge of 1990 volts can be sent to electrecute everything touching the arm.

-Burning Touch- The arm can use the electric touch defense mechanism with added heat-by-electrecution pads to heat the arm up to extreme temperatures.

-Laser- The palm of the hand can shoot a powerful light laser that can melt through steel and titanium.

-Arm Spikes- The arm can release these blades and spikes which are effective in grapples, melee and hand-to-hand combat.

-Electric Assimilation- Any electricity passing across the body or the arm is mostly assimilated into the arm and converted into power energy with an auxiliar electric battery on the inside of the arm (below the Power Cell).

"You lose some, you get some better, you know? It's all about maximizing."

[Psionic Power]

Limiter: Without the Psion Gauntlet, Gene only has 116 Psi Power Points.

Throughout his searches for more abilities to use in combat, Gene stumbled upon the power of the mind. The ability to use psionic frequencies and manifest anomalies with but only thought and mental discipline. While Gene cannot use these with his helmet on, when he takes it off...

Astral Construct

Metacreativity (Creation)

Shaper Level: F

This power creates one 1st-level astral construct of solidified ectoplasm that attacks your enemies.

Minor Creation, Psionic

Metacreativity (Creation)

Shaper Level: F

Creates a nonmagical, unattended object of nonliving, vegetable matter.

Bolt

Metacreativity (Creation)

Level: 1

You create a random number (2d4) of ectoplasmic projectiles.

Skate

Psychoportation

Level: 1

You, another willing creature, or an unattended object can slide along solid ground as if on smooth ice.

Synesthete

Psychometabolism

Level: 1

You receive one kind of sensory input when a different sense is stimulated.

Control Flames

Psychokinesis [Fire]

Level: 1

Allows user to control existant flames, increase or decrease them in size.

Psionic Repair Damage

Metacreativity

Shaper Level: D

When laying your hands upon a construct that is atleast not completely destroyed, you reknit its structure to repair damage it has taken.

Energy Stun

Psychokinesis [see text]

Level: 2

Releases a powerful stroke of the chosen type of energy: cold, electricity, fire, or sonic.

Levitate, Psionic

Psychoportation

Level: 2

Levitate allows you to move yourself up and down as you wish.

Concealing Amorpha, Greater

Metacreativity (Creation)

Shaper Level: D

Using concealing amorpha, the manifester weaves a quasi-real membrane around him/herself that blurs his/her actual positioning.

Ectoplasmic Cocoon

Metacreativity

Shaper Level: D

Draws writhing strands of ectoplasm from the Astral Plane that wrap up the subject like a mummy.

Dispel Psionics

Psychokinesis

Level: 3

Ends ongoing psionic powers that have been manifested on a subject or an area.

Touchsight

Psychometabolism

Level: 3

Generates a subtle telekinetic field of mental contact, allowing you to “feel” your surroundings as if using a psionic radar.

Fabricate, Psionic

Metacreativity (Creation)

Shaper Level: D

You convert material of one sort into a product that is of the same material.

Quintessence

Metacreativity (Creation)

Shaper Level: C

Collapses a bit of time from the continuum, forming a 1-ounce dollop of thick, gooey material called quintessence that protects items from wear.

Trace Teleport

Clairsentience

Level: 4

Traces the destination of any psionic or magical teleportation made by others within the power’s area within the last minute.

Freedom of Movement, Psionic

Psychoportation

Level: 4

This power enables you or a creature you touch to move and attack normally for the duration of the power, even under the influence of magic or psionic energy that usually impedes movement.

Hail of Crystals

Metacreativity (Creation)

Shaper Level: C

Shoots a basketball crystal that, upon impact, blows into a thousand sharp shards.

Plane Shift, Psionic

Psychoportation

Level: 5

Moves manifester or some other creature to another plane of existence or alternate dimension.

Adapt Body

Psychometabolism

Level: 5

Body of the manifester automatically adapts to hostile environments.

Psychic Crush

Telepathy [Mind-Affecting]

Level: 5

Manifester's mental will abruptly and brutally crushes the mental essence of any one creature, debilitating its acumen.

"The power of the mind is the ability to turn your thoughts a weapon. What better weapon than what you can imagine?"

Magical/Spiritual Abilities

[[Spells]](http://www.systemreferencedocuments.org/35/sovelior_sage/spellsAtoZ.html)

Limiter: Gene can only cast any spells within any given level a total of six times per level every day.

Gene has learnt enough spells to put a sorceror to shame. Through his powerful Balliarch scythe or his Sagitarius bow, he can channel potent magic and cast it with as much ease as he can shoot a can from a football field away with a handgun:

Arcane Mark

Universal

Level: Trick Art

This spell allows you to inscribe your personal rune or mark, which can consist of no more than six characters. It serves as a means of identification and as a means to summon the item back with the Arcane Summon spell.

Frost Beam

Evocation [Cold]

Level: Trick Art

A ray of freezing air and ice projects from the caster's pointing finger.

Detect Magic

Divination

Level: Trick Art

Allows the detection of magical effects in place and magical auras.

Detect Poison

Divination

Level: Trick Art

Determines whether a creature, object, or area has been poisoned or is poisonous.

Read Magic

Divination

Level: Trick Art

By means of read magic, you can decipher magical inscriptions on objects—books, scrolls, weapons, and the like—that would otherwise be unintelligible.

Acid Splash

Conjuration (Creation) [Acid]

Level: Trick Art

Fires a small orb of acid at the target.

Disrupt Undead

Necromancy

Level: Trick Art

Directs a ray of positive energy. Effective against undead foes.

Mage Hand

Transmutation

Level: Trick Art

Caster points his/her finger at an object of no more than 5 lbs. and can lift it and move it at will from a distance.

Message

Transmutation [Language-Dependent]

Level: Trick Art

Whisper messages and receive whispered replies from affar.

Endure Elements

Abjuration

Level: I

A creature protected by endure elements suffers no harm from being in a hot or cold environment.

Shield

Abjuration [Force]

Level: I

Shield creates an invisible, tower shield-sized mobile disk of force that hovers in front of the caster.

Magic Missile

Evocation [Force]

Level: I

Missiles of magical energy dart forth from the caster's fingertip and strikes its target, dealing force damage.

Floating Disk

Evocation [Force]

Level: I

Creates a slightly concave, circular plane of force that follows caster about and carries loads.

Featherfall

Transmutation

Level: I

Affected creatures or objects fall slowly.

Projectile Protection

Abjuration

Level: II

The warded creature gains resistance to ranged weapons.

Gust of Wind

Evocation [Air]

Level: II

This spell creates a severe blast of air (approximately 50 mph) that originates from the caster, affecting all creatures in its path.

Flaming Sphere

Evocation [Fire]

Level: II

A burning 5 foot globe of fire rolls in whichever direction the caster points and burns those it strikes.

Spider Climb

Transmutation

Level: II

The subject can climb and travel on vertical surfaces or even traverse ceilings as well as a spider does.

Minor Image

Illusion (Figment)

Level: II

This spell creates the visual illusion of an object, creature, or force, as visualized by the caster.

Energy Protection

Abjuration

Level: III

Energy Protection grants temporary immunity to the type of energy specified when it is cast (acid, cold, electricity, fire, or sonic).

Lightning Bolt

Evocation [Electricity]

Level: III

Releases a powerful stroke of electrical energy that deals 500000 volts of electricity to each creature within its area.

Flame Projectile

Transmutation [Fire]

Level: III

Turns ammunition (such as arrows, bolts, bullets, shuriken, and stones) into fiery projectiles.

Haste

Transmutation

Level: III

The transmuted creatures move and act more quickly than normal. This extra speed has several effects.

Shout

Evocation [Sonic]

Level: VI

Emits an ear-splitting yell that deafens and damages creatures in its path.

Black Tentacles

Conjuration (Creation)

Level: VI

This spell conjures a field of rubbery black tentacles, each 20 feet long from the ground that trap victims near it.

Fire Screen

Evocation [Fire or Cold]

Level: IV

This spell wreathes the caster in flame and causes damage to each creature that attacks him/her in melee.

Wall of Ice

Evocation [Cold]

Level: IV

This spell creates an anchored plane of ice or a hemisphere of ice, depending on the version selected.

Dismissal

Abjuration

Level: V

This spell forces an extraplanar creature back to its proper plane.

Passwall

Transmutation

Level: V

Creates a passage through wooden, plaster, or stone walls, but not through metal or other harder materials.

Telekinesis

Transmutation

Level: V

Moves objects or creatures by concentrating on them. Depending on the version selected, the spell can provide a gentle, sustained force, perform a variety of combat maneuvers, or exert a single short, violent thrust.

Prying Eyes

Divination

Level: V

Creates twenty semitangible, visible magical orbs (called “eyes”). These eyes move out, scout around, and return as you direct them when casting the spell.

Antimagic Field

Abjuration

Level: VI

An invisible barrier surrounds you and moves with you. The space within this barrier is impervious to most magical effects, including spells, spell-like abilities, and supernatural abilities. Likewise, it prevents the functioning of any magic items or spells within its confines.

Move Earth

Transmutation [Earth]

Level: VI

Move earth moves dirt (clay, loam, sand), possibly collapsing embankments, moving hillocks, shifting dunes, and so forth.

Circle of Death

Necromancy [Death]

Level: VI

A circle of death snuffs out the life force of living creatures, killing them instantly.

Reflect

Abjuration

Level: VII

Spells and spell-like effects targeted on the afflicted creature are turned back upon the original caster.

Arcane Summon

Conjuration (Summoning)

Level: VII

You call some nonliving item with an arcane mark from virtually any location directly to your hand.

Vision

Divination

Level: VII

Vision brings to your mind legends about an important person, place, or thing. This spell functions like legend lore, except that it works more quickly but produces some strain on you.

Dimensional Lock

Abjuration

Level: VIII

Creates a shimmering emerald barrier that completely blocks extradimensional travel. Forms of movement barred include astral projection, blink, dimension door, ethereal jaunt, etherealness, gate, maze, plane shift, shadow walk, teleport, and similar spell-like or psionic abilities. Once dimensional lock is in place, extradimensional travel into or out of the area is not possible.

Iron Body

Transmutation

Level: VIII

This spell transforms your body into living iron, which grants you several powerful resistances and abilities.

Sunburst

Evocation [Light]

Level: VIII

Sunburst causes a globe of searing radiance to explode silently from a point you select. All creatures in the globe are blinded and take heavy radiation damage. Particularly effective against undead foes.

Mage Disjunction

Abjuration

Level: IX

All magical effects and magic items within the radius of the spell, except for those that you carry or touch, are disjoined.

Prismatic Sphere

Abjuration

Level: IX

Prismatic sphere conjures up an immobile, opaque globe of shimmering, multicolored light that surrounds the target and protects him/her from all forms of attack.

[color=black]Meteor Swarm

Evocation [Fire]

Level: IX

Meteor swarm is a very powerful and spectacular spell that is similar to fireball in many aspects. When you cast it, four 2- foot-diameter spheres spring from your outstretched hand and streak in straight lines to the spots you select.

"And for my next trick...!"

Sentient Companions

The hawk familiar, psi-crystal and the two summoned demons that Gene controls in battle give Gene the ability to outnumber his opponent at any given time. Not only do his companions give him that ability, but they also have abilities of their own.

Fos

Hawk Familiar

Jyx

Single-minded Psicrystal

"The strength of friendsh-- nah, too corny."

The Leviathan Archives

Listed Name: Murdoc

Known Aliases: N/A

Gender: Male

Age: N/A

Apparent Age: Young Adult

Height: N/A

Estimated Height: 6' (183 cm)

Weight: N/A

Estimated Weight: 400 lbs (181 kg)

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Red

Skin Tone: Fair

Notable Features: Black, feathered wings protruding from the back. Wingspan of roughly 11' (3.3 m).

[ Attached are photographs taken from the Leviathan Stadium security cameras. ]

Known Weapons: None.

Known Armoring: None.

Known Abilities: He has exhibited superior levels of strength, speed, and resistance, as well as enhanced senses of perception.

Threat Level: A

The Creation Industries Archives

To supplement the files kept on record in the Leviathan Stadium, the Creation Industries corporation submitted these records for use by the Stadium security forces.

Serial Number: 2

Age: 5 years

Height: 5' 11" (180 cm)

Weight: May fluctuate between 360 lbs (163 kg) and 480 lbs (218 kg).

Top Speed (ground): Estimated at 50 mph (80 kph)

Top Speed (air): Varies widely depending upon wind conditions.

If encountered do not provoke him. Holds no regard for human life, has been known to engage in systematic torture and eating the remains of his victims. Vocalizing submissiveness has proven effective, while playing dead, fleeing, and pleading mercy have not.

Security personnel are advised to avoid engaging in small groups. Keep distance and call for reinforcements. In larger groups, encircle at a distance and utilize ranged weaponry. To minimize casualties, adopt a defensive posture in a closed area and attempt to contain.

Roleplay Bio

Birth Name: Ryu Kindsred

Alias: Kio Darkblood

Nick Name: Kio

Age: 122 -- Looks 19

Birthdate: August 23

Sex: Male

Blood type: A

Race: Nephilim (Human/Angel)

Class: Healer, Fighter (Style: Kendo/Aikido)

Job: Mercenary

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 168 lbs.

Hair: Naturally his hair is brown. His hair is currently dark red.

Eyes: Deep redish purple.

Clothing: Usually wears baggy black jeans, white t-shirt, black

leather jacket, black boots, necklace with a cross on it and a crystal in the

center of the cross.

Extra Physical Attributes: He has white angel wings. Of which he can

sprout from his back at any moment he wishes. However, when his wings

aren't out, telltale signs of wings can be seen by two rips in the back of his

jacket and shirt.

Weapons/ Artifacts:

The Soul Crystal Necklace: Constantly heals him slowly, can be used

to heal others. The necklace was given to him when he was born, at the

moment the necklace was put around his neck the necklace then began

glowing a bright white aura, as the light faded Kio emerged from the light,

panting slowly. Shortly there after he passed out, he was hooked up to a

machine for 4 years because when he came out of the light he was not a

child, he in fact looked as if he was 5 years old, during the 4 years that he

was hooked up his aging was slowed down, the doctors and scientists that

studied him found that the necklace actually harvested his lifeforce and now

acts as a sanctuary for his lifeforce, he has found that he can use the

necklace for healing but it uses his lifeforce, causing him to pass out if used

too much.

The Moonblade This sword has been passed down from parent to

child in his family for centuries, but only a worthy heir is able to wield it.

Any unworthy bearer who draws it will die, thus making the inheritance a

highly risky endeavor. It also cannot be wielded by anybody other than

the rightful heir. Each wielder may contribute a power to the sword, which

will be absorbed through the stone in the blade's hilt, a moonstone.

However, the wielder cannot be separated from it for any length of time

and expect to live.

Kio's father, who died long ago, cleansed the blade of all powers in the

sword by shattering the moonstone within the hilt. He replaced it but all that

was all that he could do, after replacing the stone the sword was put into

it's sheath and put into an old chest and buried. After his father died, Kio

and his brother had found an old note telling the details of the sword and

where it was buried. They went and dug it up. Kio's brother had

immediately unsheathed the sword and gazed in wonder at the runes along

the blade, and just as quickly fell over in pain, gasping for air. He died soon

there after, Kio was permanently branded with that image within his mind

for years there after. He was only 12 when his brother died.

Kio kept the sword next to his bed for the next 6 years, he dared not to

unsheath it for fear that it would kill him as well. But 5 days after he turned

18 he unsheathed the blade, he felt a bond with the sword, he remembered

from the note his father wrote, The blade can earn only one ability from

it's owner. He had performed a rite that was also outlined in an old

journal from his grandfather and then blessed the blade with the ability to

become much more powerful when blood is spillt upon it.

Sword magic: Blood tsunami - A giant wave of blood emerges from

behind the opponent and flows across a large section of the area, after the

wave hits the opponent it carries them across the area slamming them into

the nearest object with tremendous force. This ability can't be used often

as the sword uses a massive amount Kio's lifeforce to initiate this attack.

Causing him to pass out as result.

Abilities:

Glossolalia: (aka: "Speaking in Tongues") Because Kio was

born Nephilim he is able to differentiate between and speak any language

he wishes.. however he had only discovered this ability as he came of age

at 18. The event of discovery oddly happened when he heard speaking

emanating from his household pet, a small black cat. For a few days he

thought he was going insane, he eventually gave in and accepted the fact

that he was hearing voices from animals around him.

History: Currently revamping/creating history...