Character List

Name: Xeeros

Age: 28

Race: Dwarf

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown, layered, shoulder length hair. Also has a beard that covers his upper lip, as well as his chin.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: Approximately 192 lbs.

Height: 4'11 (Dwarves are short )

Weaponry: A polished Composite bow that he likes to call Heartpiercer, which shoots arrows at a very high velocity.
He also has a 1-handed sword for when his enemies get into melee range. It is a very sharp double-edged sword that is about 3 feet long. The hilt has a ram skull carved into the metal, and the eye sockets are filled by blood diamonds. Two demonic looking wings spread out from the ram skull. The grip is wrapped in black leather, and the hilt is gray. He sheathes it inside his undercoat.

Armor: A black overcoat (think Matrix), as well as black leather leggings, boots, and a tunic. His overcoat is always unbuttoned. He wears a black hood that shadows his face most of the time. When he is sneaking, his boots barely make a sound.

Strengths: Xeeros is a very powerful archer, as well as a very skilled sneak. He is also very agile. He has very good eyes, as well as ears.

Weaknesses: Xeeros becomes petrified at the thought of melee combat. He can still fight, but his reflexes are greatly delayed. He also has a bad shoulder, and if the enemies hit him there he will fall over in pain, holding his arm as if it were no longer there.

Skills/Magic: Xeeros can make bandages out of most cloths, and because of his lifestyle knows the forests plants, which allows him to mend his injuries.

Appearance: Xeeros has a tan, and is very muscular. His arms and legs are made of sinewy, but at the same time they do not bulge enough to slow or in anyway hinder his movement.. His arms have been strengthened because of the constant pull of the bow, and his legs because of his constant movement.

Personality: Xeeros is rash, and often acts on impulse. He doesn't trust people he doesn't know, and he is very hard to understand unless you know his ways. He is cold, cruel, and relentless towards his enemies, and enjoys making them suffer. Once you earn his trust, he is a very trustworthy man, and would not share his friends secrets even if his life threatened. He is a very good friend once you have earned the "right" to be one.

Biography: Xeeros was born into the village of Rahk. He never knew his mother, for she was killed in a bandit raid when he was very little. Xeeros has thus been raised by his father, who has taught him the art of combat.

Xeeros was most gifted at archery, and thus spent 20 or so years of his life developing that skill. His father tried to teach him the art of the sword, but he refused to pick the blade up until he was age 20, and the delay on the training of that skill has caused him to develop an unnatural paranoia of melee combat.

The night before he left on his journey, he had a dream of the night that the bandits raided, burned, and pillaged most of the village. This was the first incident that reminded him of his hell, the incident that killed his mother. He didn't even remember the incident, but here it was, staring him in the face. He saw his mother murdered in front of him, he was running, trying to reach her... but he wasn't even moving. There was nothing he could do. The image started fading.. and with his last bit of energy he tried to hold on.. just long enough to see his mothers killer. But he didn't have to. He suddenly found himself in a white, boxed-in room. Him and his mothers killer were staring each other down. They engaged in combat, but in the end his efforts were in vain. The bandit struck his shoulder, and from this one night on, any time he strained himself to hard he would get a knifing pain through his shoulder. He couldn't keep up his daily routine, now having to shorten it significantly in order to keep the pain at bay. Through the years, the pain became more like a dull throbbing, and only seriously hurt him when he was hit there.

He awoke in a cold sweat. He heard screams but he thought it was just fragments of his dream holding on. But he was wrong. His father burst through his door, and gave Xeeros what was supposed to be his parting gift. A handcarved pipe, with a big X at the end. He noticed an arrow protruding from his fathers arm, but his father told him to take the family horse, Shade, and run. He ran into the kitchen, grabbed enough supplies for a week and followed his fathers orders. As he rode off into the woods, he couldn't help but look back. He couldn't believe it. The peaceful village he had known all his life was burning to the ground. And he knew that this time there wouldn't be any survivors. The sight was painful, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from it. This was really happening to him. He rode for a little longer before his emotions exploded. He set up camp for the night, and lay on the ground, crying.

He vowed to kill the group of bandits that called themselves the Bloodskulls. As long as there was breath in his lungs and blood flowing through his veins, they would die. Not all at once, for that would be impossible. But slowly, he would kill them off, one by one.

P.S. Hope you don't find his Strengths too overpowering.. they are all qualities of a good Marksman and without them he'd be fighting in melee alot, which is his greatest weakness.

Name: Lilith Shadoweaver
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Theme Song: IIEEE by: Tori Amos

Weapons: A dark sword named Zunta. Zunta can destroy barriers created from holy entities. Lilith also has a black wolf named Keiba.

Keiba (key-bah): Keiba is the wolf of darkness. Making him, the second part of a wolf, the dark side. (refer to Lyia then scroll down to Lutai) Keiba has the ability to slip into the shadows, and nearly vanish. He is an exceptional fighter. He also has the ability to summon the darkness, increasing his strength.

Armour: She wears a purple cloth that covers very little of her body. She tends to dislike wearing cloth that covers her body. Her wings also act as a shield to protect her.

Strengths: Lilith’s dark entities are very strong. She can destroy most holy and psychic. She can shred them to pieces. Also, her skills are increased at night.
Weaknesses: Lilith hates the sunlight. Lilith is greatly weakened in the daylight. Her powers are the greatest at night, and they are neutral during twilight. Holy attacks have a great affect on Lilith, but her dark attacks have a great affect on holy entities.

Skills:

Dark Orb: Creates a ball of dark energy that is fired at the enemy.

Dark Shield: Covers her wings in a dark protective aura when she uses her wings to shield herself.

Dark Wing: A dark aura surrounds the wing/wings making a razor sharp attack.

Apocalypse: Lilith’s most devastating skill. A giant wave of dark energy that obliterates everything within a half mile radius. But after this attack, she is at great risk due to all of her energy being drained from this attack. If this move is used to much, she can and will die.

Appearance:

Lilith
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n...ith/Lilith.jpg
Keiba
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n...lith/Keiba.jpg
Zunta
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n...lithsword1.jpg

Personality: Lilith is a dark being of sorts. She once was an angel, but after a certain crime, she was banished. She despises all angels, and wishes that they would all just die. She also see's mortals as inferior beings.

Bio: Lilith once was a beautiful angel. Beautiful as they come. But she had a dark heart.She hated the holy magic and skills and only wanted to train in the dark arts. Her wish came true on day when she found a demon, on the outskirts of the city, testing her dark attributes. A sly smile came to her face, this would be the perfect oppertunity. She silently glided down to the demon.

"Angel! What are you doing here?" The demon spat.

"I have come to learn how to be a dark master. Teach me, will you not."

"Hmm, I have never had an angel pupil before. Tell me girl, what is your name?"

"It is Helena. But I dispise that name! Give me a name only fit for the darkness that I will learn."

"Alright then, Helena, you shall be named, hmm a name for one such as you. Ah, I have one, Lilith. You are now Lilith. But I must warn you. Once you learn the dark arts, you will be forever transformed. Your wings will change, as will your body. Do you still want to learn?"

"I want to be rid of this holy body. I want to feel dark and dirty. Please teach me!"

"Once you are on the road to the darkness, there is no turning back. And if you are caught, you will be banished. But let us begin."

As Lilith trained, her wings lost there white shine and softness. The feathers changed. Slowly but shurely, she was turning into a demon. And she loved the feeling, but one day, she was caught and banished to the mortal realm. She would stay there forever. But Lilith did not care, in the mortal realm, no one could stop here. She would use the mortals to do here biding, and those who resisted, were killed. She was a tyrant of sorts, and everyone knew it. But no one resisted. The only humans, who did not mind her, where her closest guards. They were treated fairly, they got food, drink, and sleep.

Not a day went by that Lilith did not enjoy watching the mortals suffer. But eventually, she did begin to grow weary of it. But an interesting day came to her, the day she met Keiba. The wolf had a dark aura, close to hers. It was traveling her direction, and she had not realized it was an animal. She thought it was another demon. Until she met the wolf, head on.

“A wolf, how odd. Wolves don’t have such an aura, unless they were once owned by a demon. This ones demon, must have died recently.”

Lilith looked straight into the eyes of the wolf, and how cold and heartless they were. And as she continued starring into them, a recent event came to mind. The day she had met the angel, and her wolf.

“This wolf, could it be the other half the angel was talking about. The half of the wolf, they are two wolves. One black, one white. The black on has the dark aura, the white one has the holy aura. Combined they make an ultimate force, but the two wolves were separated long ago.”

Those were the angel’s words. She had sensed Liliths aura, and figured it was the wolfs. Lucky for the angel, Lilith had not felt like destroying her, that day anyway.

Lilith decided to keep the wolf, it may prove itself to her. And perhaps, this wolf was the other half. The dark half. The next time Lilith met that angel, she would destroy her. And luckily for Lilith, that day came, quickly.

The angel had obviously felt the second dark aura. It was mingled with Liliths, but it was there. The angel had flown directly to Lilith, just as Lilith had wanted her too.

“So, the angel has come looking for the wolf I presume.”

“You found the wolf, ehh demon.”

“You would be wise to hold your tongue, I was once an angel like yourself.”

“I know you were, Lilith. I’m not stupid.”

“Apparently not, if you know who I am. Now the question is, who are you angel?”

“Hmp, I’m Lyia. And I was falsely accused for your actions.”

“Oh, that was you. The one who was accused for stealing what I had stolen. You got the second scroll yes, but I still have the one I was truly after.”

“You stole another one. How not surprising. Let me guess, you stole a scroll of the dark arts, and stole a scroll of the ice arts, so I would get banished.”

“You are a smart one that you are Lyia.”

“Of course I am. But then again, who doesn’t know your actions. Everyone knows what you did to become who you are now, Helena.”

Liliths face darkened, she had not been called that for years. And never again, would she hear that name. She was no longer that wretched thing she once was. She was Lilith, a demon of darkness. Helena was a thing of the past, and would stay in the past, forever.

“You are to never say that name again. And I will personally see to it that you are the last angel, to every see me!”

A ball of dark energy formed in Liliths hand, she was going to kill this angel.

“Prepare to die!”

“You are the one who is going to die!”

Lilith used her ball of dark energy on Lyia, and there cataclasmatic fight had begun. There fight lasted for days. Everything was destroyed, woods, mountains, animals, people, whole cities. Nothing stood up against there attacks. They approached the fifth day of there battle, and only two words were uttered that day.

“Apocalypse!”

“Ultima!”

The dark and holy aura clashed with each other, and the force was great. Lyia and Lilith were shot away from each other. Far away from each other. But they could not continue there fight. There energy was drained, they would be lucky if they survived. The last attack used by both, Apocalypse and Ultima had drained there bodies of what energy was left. But both survived, they would finish each other off, no matter the cost. They would continue there fight, in another time.

“You got lucky Lyia, I would have killed you easily.”

After those words were said, Lilith slept, feeling that she now had something to do. Her final goal, would be to destroy Lyia.

Lyia could feel Lilith’s aura was weakened. But she was exhausted herself.

“I swear to you Lilith, I will destroy you and regain my honor. If nothing, it will be the last thing I do.”

Pant, pant. I had to run through all of the really long profiles in here.
*Approved by Selah*

Name: Maru

Age: Unknown+0

Race: Toa: An element controlling, weapon wielding, guardian of truth and justice. They cannot die by natural causes, however, they can die by starvation, dehydration, and being murdered. They are biomechanical creatures; a mixture of organic and mech.

Sex: Male

Hair: N/A

Eyes: Ice Blue

Weight: 200 pounds

Height: 6 ft 8 in.

Weapon: A pair of armored gauntlets, perfect for boxing. They have a line of short blades along the forearm. (I plan on having him trade these in for a much sweeter pair.)

Strengths:
He particularly powerful against ice creatures.
He's a good organizer.
He has a lot of undiscovered mental potential.
He has really long legs.
He has quick reflexes.
He has really good eyesight.

Weaknesses:
He can't swim.
He'll get clobbered by a water creature at about the same power level as him.
He's not the most tactical thinker.
He has a problem ignoring people when they try to annoy them. (should this go in personality?)
He can be severely weakened if his mask is removed.

Skills/Magic:

Skills:
His quick reflexes make him a good hand to hand fighter. He prefers a boxing style that includes taking advantage of his bladed gloves.
He can use a sword if necessary, but not very well.
He's a quick study.
He may not be very tactical, but he's not stupid.
He is very smart.

Magic:
He has the ability to absorb solar radiation through meditation. He, however loses this ability if his mask is removed. This energy can be used for various purposes such as: quick healing; magic regen; a burst of adrenaline; or increasing one of his stats by a small amount permanently. This power is used in charges which are filled by periods of meditation. It currently takes 5 hours for him to fill one charge and his current maximum charge count is 1. (stats concerning charges as well as the purposes for charges will be expanded as this character is developed)
He can create and manipulate fire. However, this skill has yet to be refined. Meaning he can conjure up a firestorm, but he can't light a match or weld a door.

Appearance:
http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=208563

It's the pics of the red guy that are lit.
If this picture doesn't have enough detail, I apologize. Below is a detailed description of this character's colors.

Head Color: Dark red except for his eyes
Neck: Bright Orange and long (not so long it's bizarre)
Upper Torso: Dark red
Lower Torso: Yellow belt-like armor with an orange buckle
Thigh: Dark red armor
Shins and Calves: Dark red
Feet: Light red with dark red heels
Upper Arm: Light red with dark red shoulder plating and yellow bicep armor
Lower Arm: Orange with long, silver, armored gloves (details in weapon section)

Personality: Maru is shy and calm by nature, but once engaged in conversation can be a good friend. He's helpful and has a good heart. He can sometimes get a bit awkward when trying to think of something to say. Most of the time he stays separate from large groups, and with a group of friends will sit back and enjoy the conversation unless spoken to directly. He makes a loyal friend, sometimes to a fault. He worships Mata Nui, the Great Spirit. He will stick by his beliefs to the end. If given a duty he will fulfil it, even if it's done at the last second. He takes comments said about him way too seriously. He can be arrogant, but so rarely that your lucky to see him say he's smarter than someone else. He has his own sort of wisdom about him. He's not very good at holding a grudge. Overall he's a calm person, but has a wild and really weird side to him that comes out very rarely in public.

Biography:
150 thousand years before being deemed a veteran toa, Maru was nervous.
He had been waiting impatiently for several hours, wondering what would happen when the intercom called his name.

A green toa came over and sat next to him on the bench. "Hey, cheer up," he said, "this is an honor just being here!" Maru wondered whether that was true. He felt like he had been dragged into this.

Annoyed he wasn't getting an answer, he spoke up. "Just look how far you've come!"

That was true. Maru had come a long way from the worker he once was. He had started out as a simple worker waiting for the call of Artahka, a place where he would work in peace and light. A huge difference from where he had been currently been working. So, he had waited just like everyone else. The unmeasureable time eliminating all memories of where he had come from. Until the evacuation call came. When everyone was told to drop everything and leave immediately. In the confusion he hadn't felt the hand that had pulled him away from the crowd. He had then been led somewhere he didn't know existed. Then a pulse of brilliant light and energy had filled the room he was in, and when the light dimmed he found he had been transformed into something he didn't recognize, but knew it was much more than what he had been a minute before. He had then been told by a huge red and silver figure that what he now was was called a Toa, and that he was going to become more than he had ever thought possible. The figure then turned and left. Maru had followed cautiously. When he was led where they were going, he was told that he had been given amazing new power. He was also told was that he had 5 years to train himself in whatever way possible, and to meet back at where he currently was at the end of that time to determine what would happen to him next.
Now those 5 years were up, and he was waiting for his turn to be placed.

He looked up from the floor at a pretty blue toa he had been looking at every once in a while.

The green toa was still there and followed his gaze. "Got yourself a crush, huh?"

Now Maru just found him to be an annoyance. So, he got up and started walking away, the green toa following close behind. "Hey! Where ya goin'? I'm talking to you!"

Just then the intercom turned on. Every head in the room turned to listen. "Maru, Sheera, Pogon, Dogroq, Zyx, and Aeaku. Please, proceed into the next room."

Maru took a deep breath and started walking towards the door. When behind him he heard the green toa speak saying, "hey, that's me!"

Maru groaned inwardly.

When he reached the door, he stopped and wondered what would happen if he walked through that door, and if it was worth it. He nodded and started walking again when he figured that there wasn't anywhere else to go.

As Maru walked he thought about the 5 years he had spent training, and the many things he had done during that time. All of which had happened at the Dome.

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It's not long long, just long.

How do I apply for the Dome?

~MARU~

Name:
Ralis Lerin

Age:
16

Race:
Human

Sex:
Male

Hair:
Dark brown hair, goes to the back of the neck, almost shoulder length.

Eyes:
Brownish Hazel

Weight:
126 lbs

Height:
5'11"

Weapon:
A serrated silver long sword. The left edge is incredibly sharp while the opposite edge is serrated like a saw's teeth. It is forged from pure and refined silver ore, of dwarven craft and is not easily scratched, broken, or damaged. Ralis has equipped a pair of steel gauntlets with four small and sharpened spikes over the knuckles in case his sword is lost or unavailable.

Armor:
Ralis has a black and hooded traveling cloth, with chainmail woven into the interior of the cloak. He wears an mithril jerkin over his chest which covers his chest, waist, shoulders, and back. Leather bracers over his forearms, and mithril greaves. Standard leather boots. He likes to be fast and light on his feet.

Strengths:
Ralis is trained well in swordfighting, sparring, and is deadly with or without a blade in his possession. He has martial arts skills which allow him to disarm or knockout an opponent. Used to be a common thief, and is trained to sneak around, steal. Using his own shadow, Ralis can turn invisible in dark places and his shadow can touch and hold real objects. Ralis can see, feel, hear, taste, and smell things in shadow form and cannot be hurt. Can converse with others in this form. (He uses his shadow as a vessel, his mind within)

Weakness:
Besides magic, Ralis has no long range capabilities. No bow, arrows, throwing daggers, etc. Ralis's armor is very lightweight, but still protecting. However, direct hits from heavy weapons won't be sheilded. When Ralis creates a shadow object or person, light will cause it to die and vaporize. Ralis cannot control trees, nature, light, or earth through magic. In shadow form, Ralis can be seen when a form of light and can been heard still. His real body is vunerable and unprotected when Ralis is controlling his shadow.

Skills/Magic:

Darkness:
Ralis has a dark personality at some times and his powers are controlled by his emotions. When feeling sad, or depressed, anxious, nervous, or frightened, he gains full control over dark magic.

Dominant Shadow:
Ralis can manipulate the darkness from shadows and have them materialize into real world objects or things.

Objects:
Ralis can materialize objects from darkness or shadows. Small things such as arrows or daggers take small amounts of energy and concentration and can be made almost instantly.

Larger objects such as sheilds, swords, or armor take a longer amount of time, energy, and concentration. Ralis can link his sword to whatever shadow weapon he creates and by using his sword, he can wield the shadow weapon as well since the two are linked. Ralis can use shadows to cover his body and they can protect small blows before vaporizing.

People:
Ralis can only materialize a living shadow when another person is near. He morphs their shadow into a 3 dimensional being and Ralis controls it. Ralis is extremely vunerable while controlling it, because it is an empty vessel with his mind, but in the shadow Ralis cannot be harmed even in the light.

Emotional:

When Ralis is happy or optimistic (very rarely) he can wield the water element.

Water:
Materialize and shape water. Can be used as a projectile and freeze others in place. Ralis will need a larger body of water if he wishes to use more dangerous attacks.

Ice Barrage:
With a substantial amount of water, can morph water into large shards of ice to either use as a shield around himself or projectiles to an opponent.

Water Vortex:
With enough water can summon large waves against more than one enemy which knocks them backwards.

Fire:
When Ralis is vengeful, angry, hurt, et cetera, he can wield fire magic. The angrier he is, the stronger and more potent his attacks will become.

Blaze:
A simple attack that form a shower of sparks or fire blasts.

Infernous Rage:
Ralis only uses this attack when his life or another he cares about is threatened and will do and he can to prevent that. He becomes severely exhausted after this attack. Ralis protects himself with a ring of flames around him and in wherever direction he thrusts his hand(s), a blast of fire will follow. Can only be used for a small duration as it takes a lot of energy.

Appearance:
Tall for his age, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, fair skin tone, wears a dark blue jerkin that covers his mithril. His black hooded chainmail cloak strapped around his neck by a silver chain. His sword worn around his waist by a brown belt. Tan breeches over his greaves, but wears his gauntlets at all times, yet his long sleeved cloak tends to cover them. Boots worn at all times as well.

Personality:
Ralis's mood changes depending on the situation. When around strangers he likes to be sarcastic and jokeful. When he's angry or in a time of battle, he is quiet, tense, and serious. Ralis only enjoys company when he gets to know them and they accept them. Most of the time, he is calm and depressed, obsuring his face with his hood.

Ralis hates snotty, pretentious, and over confident people who think that they know everything or are the best at everything. Plus people who try to change instead of accept him.
He treats those people with indifference and trys to ignore them. However, those who are similar or accept him, he will respect them like kin.

Biography:
Ralis was born in the Drainor Province, ruled by a greedy and demanding king. His mother died during his birth and his father had to take care of him. After the kingdom suffered a great battle, they won against barbaric invaders, but at a horrible cost. The city was nearly destroyed and ruined so the king leeched off his denizens through taxes. After his father couldn't pay the officials enough money for three fortnights in a row, he was taken to the city and Ralis had no choice but to run. That's when he accepted the ways of the theif and stole to survive.

When an old merchant moved near his village, Ralis went to steal from him. Little did he know, that the merchant, Alan Droskin, was a dedicated battlemage. He forgave Ralis and took pity on the poor boy. He taught him how to grasp and understand magic. After Ralis had finished his training, Alan gave to him his old blade and armor as the time passed for Alan to need it anymore.

Ralis never believed in a god because in the Drainor Province, only the king was to be treated as a god or deity and Ralis cringed at the thought. Ralis seeks to someday avenge his father, but he wonders how and won't rest until he does, one of his only dreams.

Surge once had a name long ago, but he doesn't remember it. Instead, he goes by two other titles.

Number: Project 39

Nick name: Surge

Species: Gordothian

Age: 26

Personality: He was raised to fight, so naturally he is very aggressive. However, he has a hidden loneliness to him. He may look like a blood thirsty, pure evil beast. But under his violence and frightening appearance, he has a soft side. Even though he does have a good side to him, he is very violent and it shows up much in both battles and in simple conversations. He doesn’t ever willingly show compassion; for he believes it’s a weakness, although he does have compassion over most living things. At one moment, he could be protecting a life, but the next moment he will realize how weak he was acting and create an excuse for it. He will eat anything, not having a particular taste. Once he devoured one of his fingers just to disturb his opponent. He has a sick sense of humor and idea for entertainment which he still clings to himself to add to his allusion of strength.

Eyes: A strong shade of gold, they reflect light giving the illusion that they glow.

Hair: None

Appearance: He’s quite tall and very strong; his body is void of any scars due to his remarkable healing ability. He has two golden earrings, one on each ear. His body is covered in blue tattoo-like patches in various parts of his body, as seen in his picture. He is very muscular and his strength shows it. The artist’s depiction of Project 39 below doesn’t do his strength justice.


Height: 8 feet, 2 inches.

Weight: 310 pounds, all muscle.

Weapons: One of Surge’s various mutations in the past gave him countless retractable tentacles protruding from his back. The tentacles are very powerful and should not be underestimated. At the tentacles’ tips are small claw-like spikes, very deadly at close and medium range.

One of Surge’s favorite weapons is his quick draw Architect Blaster Pistol. It can fire rapidly, or in powerful short bursts. Either way, when in contacts something it will knock them back greatly. The damage from the blast gives slight burns, but the blast itself isn’t that powerful due to it only being a quick-draw model.

His primary weapon, however, is a black titanium masamune housed in a white sheath. His movement with the weapon is quite fast while the blade itself is virtually unbreakable. When Surge charges the sword with lightning, it uses up significantly much less energy than it would charged through other objects.

As one of his last resort weapons, Surge has too undetectable hidden blades that can retract from his wrist cuffs. They are quite deadly for close quarters combat and are almost weightless, although quite powerful.

Finally, simply his feet and hands are can be quite deadly weapons because of his razor sharp claws. They may be a nuisance when he’s handling delicate or breakable objects, but they will leave a nasty mark when he needs them to. He is heavily trained in hand-to-hand combat, being part of Slag’s most elite.

Armor: Surge bears two metallic shoulder pads and wrist cuffs that protect him from any sort of slashing and piercing damage. They are near impossible to break, though they don’t cover much. He doesn’t have much need for armor, due to the fact his body regenerates his limbs, save for his head, almost instantly.

Strengths: Surge’s senses are very keen. He can detect things as small as an insect crawling on the ground around him, to it flying off through the air. His smell, sight, hearing, speed, strength, agility, and feeling have all been genetically enhanced. There’s no sneaking up on this warrior.

All Gordothians are born with a healing ability that, within a few weeks, they can regenerate lost limbs. Slag figured this speed was far too slow, so he genetically enhanced this feature. Now, Surge’s limbs can regenerate in mere seconds. Surge’s most powerful asset, however, is his strength. Once the Gordothian lifted a light one-man fighter craft, throwing it into another. It was an incredible feat, even for a Gordothian. Surge's strength is not to be underestimated.

Weakness: One of Surge’s main weaknesses is that he is confined to one sort of elemental attack, lightning. It limits his elemental abilities, but usually he tries to keep to physical combat anyway. He is a strategist, but he has a tendency to act irrationally at times, relying entirely on luck and chance rather than science and probability. Sometimes it works for him, other times it doesn’t.

Skills: When Slag raised Surge to be the ultimate soldier, he wanted to give him a power the rest of his troops didn’t have. So when Surge went through his various mutation processes, he was given the power to generate lightning from the energy already within his body. It took several tries, but finally the power was perfected. He can electrically charge the lightning through any part of his body or any object that he touches; this also includes other living things. When he charges his energy through metallic objects the lightning’s damage is increased.

Sphere: Creates a sphere of energy Surge can generate from any part of his body or from his weapons. Uses very little energy, but is quite inaccurate. He can use this attack in rapid succession.

Strike: Creates a blue strike of lightning that follows the electric signature that every living thing has in their body. It can be avoided by using another living thing as a shield. It’s a much more dangerous attack than Sphere, it’s near impossible to avoid due to it traveling at the speed of light. The speed of the attack breaks most magical barriers, but not all. This attack uses much more energy than sphere.

Biography: Surge was raised by his loving parents, his father the governor of their civilization. He was going to grow and take his father’s place when he passed on. Everything was going to be great for the boy, until his sixth birthday. What a birthday present he received. From the sky, countless starships appeared without warning. The Gordothians were a peaceful race, but they were natural born warriors, they needed to be to protect their home. That day their natural born talent wasn’t good enough. The planet was wiped clean, very few Gordothians managed to escape.

When the strange forces touched ground, their troops took the Gordothian underground caves by force. Surge charged into the intruders before the rest did, slaughtering as many as he could with his claws. It is said that the mind of a child is more brutal than the mind of the devil’s, combined with rage he was ferocious. Though the Gordothians fought bravely, they were killed off. Surge was knocked to the ground at one point. He became paralyzed, and had no means of movement. In his line of sight, he watched helplessly as his parents were slaughtered before his very eyes. That was the last thing he remembered.

When he awoke, he was in a tube of water with an oxygen mask across his mouth. He struggled to free himself, but he was secured tight. He had no choice but to succumb to whatever they had for him.

In his captivity, various painful tests and mutations were performed on him. Finally, he was released. He didn’t want to cooperate with anything they wanted him to do, because of how they killed his everyone on his home planet. The scientists couldn’t control the boy, so they were forced to erase his memories.

The rest of his memories were entirely consisted of intense training and violent mutations. He was also tortured on occasion to build his endurance. One day, he met the man who was the leader of this strange organization, Keon Laan. The stranger took Surge as his apprentice, teaching him even more about combat and strategic decisions. He gave him the name he is known for, Surge. He gave it to him after the lightning mutations were performed on the boy. Finally, after Keon raised him for several years, he tricked Surge into being mutated one last time. That was when his tentacles were painfully added. It took Surge months to get used to them, but he never held the same respect for his “father” again.

At the age of 20, Surge became Keon’s right hand man. His eternal obsession seemed to be trying to recover an artifact of great power. It was a portal capable of teleporting anything to anywhere in the known universe. It was Project 1, the first of Keon’s infamous experiments. It was the most successful thing he had ever invented, and it was stolen by a group of rebels. Keon and Surge together searched the galaxy until they finally discovered its location. Far away from the areas they ruled, it was found on the planet of Earth. Gathering their forces, they struck the planet without remorse. Finally, together they recovered it. As they fled with their prize, a cloaked counterattack was already prepared.

Surge opened the portal given a mission to destroy the world the people of Earth were fleeing to. As soon as the gateway opened, the ship they were in was struck and Surge’s ship was sent flying through the wormhole. He could tell something was definitely wrong, but it was too late. When he awoke, his ship was smothered on a mountain side. He had no clue where he was, but he knew he wasn’t where he was supposed to be.

Surge was doing what he usually did every day, performing repairs on his ship. But suddenly he was attacked by a mysterious machine from Surge's own time and dimension. An assassin droid called Dark. He said he was sent by a man named Igner to eliminate him, this confused Surge greatly. Igner was third in command after Slag and himself, why would he send someone to kill him? But it was obvious, Igner wished to take command over Slag's place.

Surge and the machine fought for hours, both evenly matched. Eventually, Surge was able to shoot it off the edge of cliff. But Surge knew that this robot was too powerful to be defeated so easily, so he was forced to leave his ship behind. He knew that Dark knew where he stayed; now he was forced to move from his spacecraft to find allies who could help him reclaim his ship.

Name: Oppa
Age: ???
Height: about 42 lbs.
Weight: a little over 3’
Race: Moogle
Gender: Male

Fur Color: White, with a subtle tan tint covering his ears and a single spot of brown in between his ears.
Pompom Color: Red (you know, the little puff on top of their heads)
Eye Color: A small blue iris surrounding the pupil, which constitutes the majority of his eye.
Wing Color: Red

Appearance: Normally displayed with a smirk on his face he is found wearing a light blue turtleneck shirt with a brown vest over it. He wears a pair of green corduroys as well as his brown boots. His whiskers shoot out from just behind his nose and stop a little shorter than the norm. His face tells of travels, but no one can tell how old he is, or exactly how much of the world he knows. He wears a pair of light brown gauntlets to match the belt he found on the streets of Rabanstre.

Weapon: He carries a short wooden staff amplified with a protect spell to prevent it easily breaking.
Armor: You wouldn’t tell from the look of his clothes, but a small fine iron mesh guards him underneath all his style. The mesh may not be strong enough to stop an attack, but it’s just enough to lessen the to a more endurable impact.

Strengths: He is adept at Magiks of varying sorts and sizes. He is also gifted with the ability to fly short distances as long as he is somewhat close to the ground.
Weaknesses: He can’t move very fast, and as such relies on Magiks to speed himself up, which always takes a toll on how much offensive Magik he can use. He tends to be curious as to enemy tactics and techniques so he may occasionally leave himself open to attacks to see some of the more fierce skills his enemy holds.

Skills/Magiks: He has an adept perception of Time, Black and Green Magiks such as fire or water spells, or spells to hasten his movements, slow enemies, or protect him. He has always wished to dive further into Arcane and Summoning Magiks but he consumes his time with practicing what he already knows.
Black Magiks: Fire (Fira), Water (Watera), Thunder (Thundara), and Blizzard (Blizzara)
Green Magiks: Protect, Shell, Poison, and Silence
Time Magiks: Haste, Slow, Quick


Personality: He is devoted to mastering the Magiks he already knows before he moves on to others, and he adores training with them. He tends to be somewhat of a bookworm and a pessimist, but that’s never stopped him from making friends. Though he has friends, he keeps them somewhat at arms length, still refusing to tell even his most trusted traveling companions what he’s been through. He’s always been curious, but naturally good hearted and caring for others. Too bad he never bothered studying White Magiks.

Biography: Born in the Dalmasca region he grew up with a wonderful family. He had little access to the knowledge of the world of Magiks, unless it was from the endless adventurers who took up jobs to clear werewolves from the lower plains regions. He would hang on every word of the mages while the other children stood admiring the shine on the warrior’s armor. Books and learning were scarce in the Giza Plains, so he and his family agreed that he spend several years training at the new School of the Magikal Arts and Sciences in Nalbina. He had always longed to see the world outside of his small village in the Giza Plains and took off for Nalbina. He studied hard in school and soon grew to the top p of his class, even becoming a TA for the Blue Magik teachers. After several years of study he advanced to the rank of scholar and sorcerer in Nalbina. While in Nalbina he met up with a Bangaan templar and Vierra Hunter who gave great haste in telling him their fantastic stories of monsters and treasure outside the cities. He joined with them and another recruit from Nalbina, a Hume Alchemist, and journeyed through the Archadian region. That was when the war between Dalmasca and Archadia hit. The party continued their quests and hunts, staying one step ahead of the armies. After the war was finished, Dalmasca had lost, its king had been assassinated, and the heir to the throne had taken her life in grief for her kingdom. Consequently, the party had to regroup with their fellow countrymen and families back home, protecting them from the harsh Empire soldiers. Oppa quickly returned to the Giza Plains village he had come from, but arrived to learn that his family had relocated to Bhujerba and had joined an insurrection in which they were promptly put down by the local law enforcement. Swords and spells had been exchanged in this insurrection and Oppa’s parents had fallen bravely defending their beliefs in the Dalmascan way of life. Oppa moved from the Giza Plains to the nearby Rabanastre where he set up a Magik shop that quickly fell as Empire soldiers detracted the adventuring appeal of the area. After his shop failed he moved into a residence in the Lowtown of Rabanastre where he continued to teach basic Magik and planned to live out the rest of his days in peace. Unfortunately for Oppa, the rest of his days held much more excitement for him than he had planned. Shortly after the new Consul, Vayne, arrived in Rabanastre, Oppa began becoming active in the local Clan Centurio. He began hunting monsters in his old homeland as well as across the regions.

Name: Valyx (pr. Val-Icks)

Age: 19 wolf years

Race: Wolf

Sex: Male

Hair: Valyx has a thick fur coat- contrasting hues of grey along his back, with his legs and paws dipped in a cold white. Straight down his backbone is a part which marks a V-intersection of furs. The furs that skew from either side of the part look worn and wispy. His fur isn't straight and silky-smooth like domestic dogs or wolves born into a conservative life. When coming into contact with Valyx on the vast snow plains, one would assume he had been in a fierce tussle with other well-matched creatures, due to the unkempt state of his fur.

Eyes: Piercing blue eyes. Although friendly, his eyes carry with them the burden of a rough life. For anyone who gazes into them, they can see within his eyes a realm that holds a dark scar that will forever remain.

Weight: 51 kg (112 pounds)

Height: 28 inches

Weapon: Valyx uses his jaws to attack. Years of fending for himself and for his pack when he was younger honed his teeth into lethal chompers. He also uses his legs for wrestling with his enemies during desperate encounters.

Strengths: Stamina and endurance are very high. When he needs to retreat from a difficult situation, or has to get somewhere fast, his feet will not easily tire. He will sprint for miles when the need arises.
Agility is another one of Valyx's advantages. He is quick on his paws, and is able to dodge, duck and weave to and fro during conflict, giving him the upper hand against slower enemies.
Valyx's damaged past has built him into a warrior with endless perseverance. When confronted, he will do whatever it takes to live on for his pack and for survival. He has learnt never to take his foes lightly, and not to give chances either.

Weaknesses: Valyx has a fear of deep water. Ever since one of his brothers from the pack drowned in a blue lake while out catching fish with him, he has always been very useasy about touching his paw in the deep end. It is something that he cannot forgive of himself, and it is seen in his eyes.

Because Valyx equips no armor and has a layer of skin and fur as his only protection, his body is easily-penetrable and highly vulnerable to attacks. He is weak against sharp objects and projectiles.

Skills/Magic:

Snow Burrow - When Valyx is among his natural terrain, he is able to dig holes in the snow with his paws and tunnel underneath.

Appearance: See hair and eyes above. Valyx's tail is long and thick, of various shades of grey the same as his back. Below the wolf's stout, square muzzle is a small mane of white fur. For the mostpart, Valyx's pelage is fairly thick. Valyx does not wear anything, or carry items or equipment.

Personality: Valyx has a resilient personality. All his life he was worked to protect the pack and survive in the harsh environment. The death of some of his brothers has made him train harder in defending himself and his pack. No matter what comes his way, he fights through it and moves on, because that's his lifestyle. He has a never-say-die attitude, and will not back down against anything. He has learnt not to be guilty for slaughtering his enemies, but he is forever guilty for the deaths of those close to him, even though none were his doing. The loss of loved ones has fuelled the hatred of his enemies, and he will kill in cold blood for vengeance and for survival. Underneath this ferocious drive however, is a kind, loving, sensitive streak. He is warm to all those that mean something to him, is generous in his services, and is always willing to make big sacrifices so that others can be happy. Upon encountering a lady wolf other than those in his pack, Valyx's heart sinks. He has never found a female companion to be with and protect who he can love and nurture. He has an honest charm about him that lady wolves like, and he hopes that one day he will find someone.

Biography: Valyx was born into a pack of nine (four brothers, two sisters, his parents, and him). For his whole life he has lived on the vast snowy plains in the land of Willun. He has had an extremely tough, unfair life. He did not have an abusive childhood, in fact, it was completely the opposite. He adored his family; he loved playing games with his fellow pups and rolling in the snow. His parents cared for him when he was too young to fend for himself, and he grew very attached to his pack. It was when bad things began to happen to those he loved that Valyx's life took a downhill spiral. One day when Valyx was out searching for twigs and shrubs to camouflage the entrance to his home, he found two of his brothers lying in the snow, motionless. Overwhelmed with shock, he examined the wolves and discovered bloody wounds on their skin that seeped through their thick fair coats. They had both been butchered, and Valyx had no trace as to what or who did it. He is still searching for answers to this day. After recovering from the short-term grief, Valyx was out catching fish on another occasion with one of his other brothers. They were both standing on a platform of ice overlooking the mysterious depths of a blue lake, snatching at the water with their paws when fish surfaced. Valyx's brother lost his footing on the ice, and slipped in to the cold water. He had never learnt to swim. Valyx had watched his brother struggle with painful eyes, and then slip away into the darkness. His brother was too heavy to try and save without drowning himself too. If this wasn't enough psychological damage for Valyx, he endured one last fateful event. When he was 17 wolf years old, he was out hunting for food for his pack. He returned home to find the home had been ransacked by some sort of creature, and abandoned. His pack had scattered and left him behind, as they feared for their immediate safety. Valyx was left with no one, and he was stranded out in the cold without a home. For two long wolf years, he had travelled across Willun in search of answers, and in the hope of relocating his family. Not long ago, Valyx finally received a spot of good luck. When exploring a snow-covered forest, he heard burrowing noises close by and ran to where the sound came from. Tucked away in a small alcove in the snow, hidden behind a large tree was a cowering wolf. It was one of his sisters, Elle. Valyx and Elle became very close, and trusted each other with anything. Valyx would open up with her and tell her how he felt all the time, and she would help him to become stronger mentally. At the moment, Valyx protects his sister with his life and takes her with him on his travels in search of the truth.

Name: Sirius Amon Moris. When his name is spoken by the Dark God himself, the very elements of the earth tremble in response. He is known to many as the God of Darkness. But his most commonly used name was given to him after his freedom from imprisonment. They called him Sin, the result of everyone’s wrong doings.

Age: Since before time itself.

Race: Some think he is a demon, but it is hard to tell what he really is. He is a one-being race, none other like him. He is an abomination bent on sinister intent.

Sex: Male

Theme music:
Liberi Fatali
Seizure of Power
Sonne
Hard Rock Hallelujah (for kicks)

Hair: None have seen it.

Eyes: His eyes glow a bright white from beneath his hood. They send fear through those that look into them with the thought coursing through their mind that they may never see anything else again.

Weight: No one knows how much he weighs, he can almost change his weight it seems because he can float and fly and push down with the amount of weight desired.

Height: 7 feet, 3 inches.

Weapon:

Dual Blades: Mind and Soul:
Sin wields two powerful swords he conceals within his cloak. Hidden inside, they fly from his sleeves into his palms when he needs them. These swords posses a unique ability to transform into any weapon desired. Sin has trained with the swords enough to morph them into any weapon from a kunai to a whip to a two-handed battle axe. The hilt itself is dangerous, covered in a dark essence and sharp points. If a mortal tries to wield his blades, their hands will be cut while their minds will begin to corrupt with darkness.

The forms his swords usually take reach almost seven feet. They are broad and bear serrated teeth that run along the edges of both blades. The swords are sharp and strong, able to slice through most armor. The serrated teeth tend to lock onto flesh, tearing away one’s body to the bone.

Sin’s swords are connected to him in a way where he can call them through the air without touching them, and sometimes without even motioning for them. At times he’s fought with the blades while attacking with his armored hands. It’s a very dangerous tactic that often confuses his opponents.

A new ability gained from the Chamber of Memories incident allowed him to create weapons from any of the elements. He doesn’t use this much unless he finds it necessary. He would much rather use his own blades.

Accessories: Sin once stumbled across a great warrior named Kenjin. He ran a group of powerful warriors he titled The BA Nights. He discovered that this clan had members who wielded great power, so he used the group to learn from them. When he joined he received a small medallion that resembled a sword. Kenjin told him that some day when he needed help the most, the medallion would activate a hidden power deep within. The medallion still hasn’t been activated, for Sin’s life has never been to the point where he needed it.

Armor: his hands and feet are covered in invulnerable metal, but the rest of his armor has less protection since nothing can harm his body anyway, aside from his head.

Strengths: Sin’s strength, speed, and agility are matched by very few. Some say he has no weaknesses in that area, but there are a few who have overpowered him in those areas. He once came across a mysterious warrior who he defeated, the man calling himself Bolt. He had an unusual ability to run faster than one’s eye, Sin killed him and devoured his power. Now Sin’s speed is his greatest strength. He can move at the speed of sound for short periods at a time, due to this incident.

Weakness: Sin’s entire body is impossible to harm except for his head. Magic doesn’t affect his head as much anymore, fire and darkness not having any affect at all.
Dark fire is now much harder to douse, required much more water to put it out. Most water dumped on it is evaporated into steam.
At times, although it happens very rarely, Sin loses control and his rage gets the better of him. He doesn’t get angered that easily, but when he does he moves without thinking. This can be either an advantage, or a disadvantage depending on who he’s fighting.

Skills/Magic:

Sin possesses the ability to control the power of all the elements: Fire, Earth, Water, ice, Air, wind, lightning, and the rest as well as a strong influence of the power of Darkness. His magic is very powerful, yet doesn't require him to exert much because he uses the power of devoured minds instead of his own energy for attacking. If he ever uses this energy to the point where it is completely consumed, he will turn to his own energy which is much more dangerous. This has never happened, so the result of this happening is unknown. Other than the basic bending ability he has over these elements (such as sphere, beam, and other experimentations) he does have a few special techniques he likes to use. (See below)

Sin’s favored element to wield is one no one else can control nor dispel: Dark fire. It behaves exactly like fire in every way, but is pitch black. Instead of being bright, dark fire would consume the light around it. Although dark fire doesn’t seem it, it is extremely hot. At its full power, Dark Fire can be hotter than the surface of the sun. The reason Dark Fire cannot be wielded by anyone else is because it's actually a part of Sin. He can create large amounts, but because it's a part of him no one can control it. If another dark being attempts to absorb the power, it will only harm them internally as a result.

Sirius can fly and float without using any energy at all, he spends most of his time floating but if he must or if he simply wants to he will walk.

Sirius also has the ability to render himself invisible. He cannot be seen when like this, but his dark presence can still be felt. Even though his opponent may know he’s there, they won’t be able to tell where he’s at. In addition to this, he has the power to move through any solid object he desires.

One of Sin’s special abilities is to transform his outward appearance to match anyone he’s ever seen, including people in the memories of others he’s killed. When disguised as another he gains that person’s physical advantages, but their magic power can't be tapped into unless Sin has killed the person he's disguised as, in which case he has all of their abilities.

Sirius doesn’t have to eat because of his immortality; instead he devours the minds of anyone he kills. When he does this he gains their knowledge and power as their energy is added to his own. He doesn’t devour minds by eating them; he does it several different ways. The two most common ways is he either shoves his hand in the side of their head, draining it of their brain. Or when he’s in a large battle he slices off their heads and sucks them into his sleeves. Inside his cloak, he devours everything in their head, discarding the skull afterwards.

Sin’s dark influence is visible everywhere. Whatever he touches, whether it’s a tree or rock, it will transform into its dark form. Wherever he steps, the grass will turn black in response to his powerful presence. When he touches a human or animal they get a frightening shiver that crawls up their spine as if their blood had turned to ice. All fear Sin when they're near him, including other dark warriors. They might even be more powerful than him, but deep down they can sense that this monster shouldn't be taken lightly.

Because of Sin's powerful influence over the elements, he's attempting to forge his own elements by creating things such as dark thunder and dark water. He hasn’t been able to perfect this yet because the keeper of the elements is always contradicting his actions, preventing him from keeping these elements stable for long. This only makes Sin angry, knowing that the creator is still stronger than he is. However he can still generate these elements for short periods of time. When the elements are in their dark form, their power is doubled and they cannot be blocked by magical defenses. However, using these dark elements requires Sin to use his own power instead of the power he gains from others.

Sin can sense the presence of others. He can tell how strong they are simply by being near them. Because of this