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Napaj Cyrod
Name: Napaj Cyrod (Nay-paj Say-rod)

Age: 250 (will never look older than 21)

Race: Half Angel

Sex: Male

Hair: White, straight, shoulder length. For the sake of comfort, he keeps it in a ponytail.

Eyes: White (no visible iris or pupil)

Weight: 327 lbs

Height: 7’4"

Weapon: Broadsword called Newflame. When in battle, is wreathed in flames. He also carries duel twin swords, made by his master. They were named "Napaj" and "Ranul." Their material was made up of an almost indestructible ore, found under the oceans of his home world of Nhot. Napaj is also quite adept in martial arts, though he prefers a good sword.

Armor: None, apart from his thick skin and, occasionally, a chain mail vest.

Strengths: Fire and Earth (rock). He often uses his surroundings to his advantage. His wings are hidden from view inside his body, but can be brought out at anytime to use as weapons, shields, or just to fly. Also, because he is an angel, he can't stay dead. Yes, he can die and will stay dead for approximately three days and then rise.

Weakness: Water, Ice, Lightning, and beautiful girls. He is resilient, but strong magics that aren't fire or earth can hurt him pretty bad. Pulling his wings out takes time and hurts a lot. He is a chivalrous person, nearly to the point of a knight, so he will place the life of a female or any defenseless person in front of his.

Skills/Magic: They are as follow:

Fireball: Creates various sizes of a ball of fire in the wielder's hand that can be thrown/launched at a foe.

Explosion: Another fire technique that is used to capture existing heat in an enemy's body. When enough heat is gathered, an explosion will occur. The explosion hurts both the victim and the caster. Can only be used in the peak of anger.

Stone Gollem: If enough rock is gathered, a giant creature made of rock can be created.

Grow: Makes different and various plants grow wherever he desires.

Stone Manipulation: Napaj can manipulate stone to form stalagmites, footholds, etc.

Fire Manipulation: Napaj can manipulate and create fire.

Trickery/Healing: Using different herbs and such, Napaj can make various healing remedies and tricks.

Fusion: When Ranul and Napaj put their amulets together, they can fuse into an ultimate angelic being.

Personality: Generally an easy-going guy but gets a little headstrong. He also speaks rather harshly, but is often the truth. He prefers to joke rather than take anything seriously. His anger is something that, although rarely flared, can be devastating. When completely angered, his flame abilities grow beyond their limit. He also suffers from a severe case of procrastination. Most people would consider him a "ladies man" because he loves female companions. In battle, he is very independent and rushes into things that he can't get out of. In a war, he is an ominous force.

Appearance: He is very muscular (think young Arnold Schwarzenegger). He wears a tunic, much like Link’s, but with no sleeves and is always blue. He wears tight pants and is a good-looking guy. His shoes are made of his discarded feathers, which gives him an extreme speed advantage. His face is the chiseled look of a young warrior who has seen his fair share of life far too early. He is very well built and has multiple scars on his body. He mostly keeps his wings hidden so that he can look like a human.
DQ has my thanks for this perdy picture of Napaj...


History: This story takes place on a planet called Nhot. Nhot is kind of like a parallel Earth, but one can travel easily between all worlds and times if you were from Nhot. This planet is probably the only world to not have separated into different countries. In fact, the closest thing to that are the ancient tribes that live in the plains. Anyway... the story begins something like this...

Napaj Cyrod, son of Clash and Shama Cyrod and twin brother to Ranul Cyrod, was born at 12:37 AM at the start of a storm. His brother, born two hours later, came into the world at the end of said storm. Whether that was significant or not has to do with whether or not you believe their destiny.

Supposedly, their father had been cursed to act as a key to the bowls of hell. Apparently, an evil Angel had gained the power to control demons. According to legend, Clash was the only one who could stop him. The evil entity, known as Aroz, knew this legend and knew its accuracy... it was, in fact, a true story.

Aroz, in attempt to destroy Clash, called a full out war against all Angels. When the Great Creator succeeded in driving back the demonic forces, he decided to curse Aroz with the curse of Lock. What that meant was that the demons that were now sealed in hell would be so until Aroz died... but he could never die.

The thing the Great Creator (and this is where variations of the legend get muddled) had not intended to do was to place the curse on Clash as well. So now only half of the demons were sealed by Aroz's life and half by Clash's. Aroz found this out and chased the Angel relentlessly for years. Not only because he could free half of his demon army, but because Clash's offspring would prove Aroz's demise.

One day, when Clash thought he was free from the Evil One's clutches, he ran into a woman. Not just any woman, but the woman called Shama. Many men, and women, considered Shama to be the most beautiful human to have lived. He (here, again is an unclear area of the legend) was struck with love. But because it is impossible for Angels to love (in that sense), he feared the worst... and rightly so.

When Clash confronted the Great Creator about this new emotion, he was informed that his "glory" was leaving and humanity was creeping in. This meant that Clash's Angelic gifts (eternal life, unnatural powers, etc.) were fading and being replaced by the ability to die and become ill. The Great Creator felt that it was partly his fault; because of the curse, Clash would never again be allowed to enter heaven, thus making his gifts diminish.

Clash went into exile, though not alone... Shama came with him. Not only did she pity him for his loss of all he knew, she loved him deeply. She followed him into the wild with the intention of knowing him. He was confused and, at first, tried to kill her, but something inside him told him to stay his hand. He saw the fear in her eyes... and the love for the first time ever. Then he knew.... humanity isn't a curse; it's a temporary gift.

They wed a few months after and would have lived happily ever after, if not for Aroz.

Soon after Shama found out she was pregnant, Clash was called away to war. Before Clash left, he cast two unique enchanted amulets for his sons; one amulet had a flame on it and the other had a lightening bolt. Clash left to fight and was victorious after eight months. It would take nearly a month to get home. He never made it home. Although he did not die in the war, he was killed by Aroz in the return trip.

Shama had the first of her sons the second Clash was attacked and had her second son the second Clash's final breath escaped his body. Shama made it so the boys wore their amulets all the time.

It was two years after Clash died when a plague hit the town Shama, Napaj, and Ranul lived in. The plague was brought about by horse demons that had been freed by Clash's death.

Everyone in the town, save the twins, was killed by the plague within two days of catching it. The boys, due to their angelic heritage, did not become ill.

A week passed and the two boys had wandered away from their now dead home. It was at this point when two farmers came across the orphaned children. They took the boys in, but couldn't afford the livelihood of both, so they had their neighbors take care of Ranul while they kept Napaj.

Tragedy struck when the family that was taking care of Ranul suddenly lost their land, forcing them to travel north. Napaj wouldn't see his brother for nearly one hundred years.

Napaj stayed with his adopted family, learning much about herb-lore. He learned that he had this strange ability to make things grow where nothing should ever grow again. He also found out that when he became angry, he could light things on fire.

His "parents" saw the potential danger in this and, on Napaj's sixteenth birthday (which is actually fourteen days later than their actual birthday) they sent him to Trockenbir, the capitol of Nhot. There, Napaj was to meet Joral, the martial arts master of Nhot.

Joral was 267 years old. Humans on Nhot rarely lived past 140, so he was expected to die at any time. He looked as old as he was, but he was as agile as a 18-year-old gold medal gymnast.

When Napaj turned twenty, Joral thought it was time to tell Napaj something he had never told anyone before. He was about to die. He asked Napaj if he would mind going somewhere to gain Joral eternal life. He explained the legend.

There is a cavern in the bottom of the Eastern sea that supposedly had a special stone in it. This stone is supposed to grant eternal life to whoever eats it. It also is supposed to keep the eater young forever. Along with said stone, there is a metal that exists only there. It is an unbreakable metal but it can be super heated and made into any item imaginable. Napaj agreed to find said objects.

One year, three days, and forty-five minutes after Napaj left, he returned with said items. Joral ate the stone in order to remain living eternally and had the metal Napaj retrieved made into two swords named Napaj and Ranul. He trained Napaj for fifty years before he said there was nothing more for Joral to teach. Joral gave Napaj the twin blades as a parting gift and sent him on his way.

Napaj, at the age of seventy-one, became a mercenary for the government. He was quite successful, but was removed from service when he, accidentally, destroyed an entire town. In the town, he found a sword that seemed to respond to his presence. The sword was an angelic weapon called Newflame.

So then, at the age of one-hundred-ten years old, he ran into his brother under the advanced tutelage of two teachers of the Dome. There Napaj and Ranul stayed in order to become teachers on their own, leaving only when they grew bored with their surroundings.



Ranul Cyrod
Name: Ranul Cyrod (Ran-nool Say-rod)

Age: 250 (will never look older than 21)

Race: Half Angel

Sex: Male

Hair: Short White Hair

Eyes: White with no visible iris or pupil

Weight: 238 lbs.

Height: 6’10”

Weapon: A long sword that can create an electric barrier, effectively named Electrode. A longbow and arrows. His fists. A staff fashioned by Napaj that has a hidden blade in each end that can be extended in oder to dish out some extra damage. (Not in battles, but in fics and teaching) two "invisible" wires/strings (one in each glove) made of diamond filament. Each string is 100 feet long and has a magical needle on the end of them. (This needle is magical because not only is it unbreakable, it can be lodged into any surface and won't come out until Ranul wants it to.)

Armor: Heavy black cloaks and an enchanted mask.

Strengths: Lightning, Ice, and Wind. Knows a high amount of magic. Because he is an angel, he can't stay dead. Yes, he can die but approximately three days later, he will rise again. He is a master of hand-to-hand. He uses his needle-string (from now on called "Wasp") for super stealthy kills. His Wasps can disconnect one's spine if thrown right. He throws the Wasps with a flick of his wrist. The string can be used for decapitations. (Hey, he's a very cynical person.)

Weakness: Fire, Earth, and dark magic. Strong physical weapon attacks. He isn't very strong, so it takes him a while to simply beat someone down. Pulling his wings out takes time and hurts him a lot.

Skills/Magic : They are as follow: (*= originally given by mask)

*Telekinesis: The ability to move things with his mind. Can move up to two tons (4000 lbs.)

*Telepathy: The ability to speak with his mind. (He always does this when wearing his mask to avoid muffling his voice.)

*Mind Reading: The ability to read one's mind. (Strong minds cannot be read.)

*Teleport/Rush: Commonly called teleportation, but it isn't. He suddenly blurs out of material existence and reemerges when he reaches his destination. (Goes about two miles TOPS.)

*Past-time: He can be launched into the past at random points. He has little control over it, and it can be triggered by simply bumping into someone. The upside is that he cannot change the past, as he was a being that was meant to exist. The downside is that if he happens to bring a being that should have never existed (Kender, Gnomes, Dark Angels, etc.) then time can be altered. (Not so much a move for battle as a move for RP's and fics.)

Lightning Bolt: A high amount of electrons is gathered in Ranul's palm and released in the form of a bolt at the enemy.

Ice Shards: Large ice spikes rain down upon the enemy.

Freezing Blast: A concentrated energy blast of ice is launched at the enemy, not freezing them but chilling them to the bone.

Tornado Winds: Not exactly a tornado, but the high forced winds from one is used to knock the enemy back.

Icy Winds: An icy chill is sent surrounding the enemy from, what seems like, Ranul's very existence. (Not harmful in ANY way, but really annoying.)

Indignation (yes, I like ToS) Rain: Can only be used when Ranul is in peak anger, lightning bolts strike from every direction and substantially hurt the enemy.

Static Electricity: Not very harmful to the enemy, but can be used to charge metal objects, creating electromagnets. Also, it can be used to trip the pins in a lock.

Frosty Glance: A strange ability, mainly because he has little control over it. It always seems to occur at the right time though. What it does is freezes an enemy in its tracks.

Frozen Touch: Not so much an ability, so much as a curse. Anything he touches begins to cool rapidly, making his touch deadly to some. (He wears gloves to counteract this.)

Super Blast: According to a theory, lightening bolts are as hot or hotter than the surface of the sun. Under this belief, Ranul has spent many a year training and working, allowing him to create a small sun (about the size of a basket ball) and launch it at his enemy. He needs a ton of unbroken concentration to do it, and it takes a ton of energy.

Fusion: When Ranul and Napaj put their amulets together, they can fuse into an ultimate angelic being, Rage.

Personality : Ranul is extremely serious and slightly headstrong. He is almost the polar opposite of his twin, Napaj. He studies a lot and has a distinct aura of maturity, even at a young age. He also has a twisted perception of life because of his childhood. read below. Like his brother, Ranul can be an unstoppable force in war. He is rather cynical and untrusting, so gaining his friendship is... short of impossible.

Appearance: He has a pair of gauntlets made of angel wing feathers, much like Napaj's boots, but these make him stronger. He wears a robe made from the one his father had that conceals his weapons and has a hood that makes a shadow over his face, but to further hide his identity, he wears a black mask that looks like the Gibdo mask from MM. The mask is completely black with eye slits. He wears a plain black shirt, pants and boots under his, you guessed it, black robe. His face is set in an indifferent scowl, almost like his will for life is gone. His past, although similar to Napaj’s, is darker and sadder. He is less muscular than his brother and is almost lanky. He looks like a mage, but that’s just a front; he is a swordsman at heart. Although frightening at first, those who get to know him find that he’s a nice guy. He carries the Lightning half of the amulet found with the brothers. He is a handsome guy, but his creepiness offsets that.

History: This story takes place on a planet called Nhot. Nhot is kind of like a parallel Earth, but one can travel easily between all worlds and times if you were from Nhot. This planet is probably the only world to not have separated into different countries. In fact, the closest thing to that are the ancient tribes that live in the plains. Anyway... the story begins something like this...

Ranul Cyrod, son of Clash and Shama Cyrod and twin brother to Napaj Cyrod, was born at 12:37 AM at the start of a storm. His brother, born two hours later, came into the world at the end of said storm. Whether that was significant or not has to do with whether or not you believe their destiny.

Supposedly, their father had been cursed to act as a key to the bowls of hell. Apparently, an evil Angel had gained the power to control demons. According to legend, Clash was the only one who could stop him. The evil entity, known as Aroz, knew this legend and knew its accuracy... it was, in fact, a true story.

Aroz, in attempt to destroy Clash, called a full out war against all Angels. When the Great Creator succeeded in driving back the demonic forces, he decided to curse Aroz with the curse of Lock. What that meant was that the demons that were now sealed in hell would be so until Aroz died... but he could never die.

The thing the Great Creator (and this is where variations of the legend get muddled) had not intended to do was to place the curse on Clash as well. So now only half of the demons were sealed by Aroz's life and half by Clash's. Aroz found this out and chased the Angel relentlessly for years. Not only because he could free half of his demon army, but because Clash's offspring would prove Aroz's demise.

One day, when Clash thought he was free from the Evil One's clutches, he ran into a woman. Not just any woman, but the woman called Shama. Many men, and women, considered Shama to be the most beautiful human to have lived. He (here, again is an unclear area of the legend) was struck with love. But because it is impossible for Angels to love (in that sense), he feared the worst... and rightly so.

When Clash confronted the Great Creator about this new emotion, he was informed that his "glory" was leaving and humanity was creeping in. This meant that Clash's Angelic gifts (eternal life, unnatural powers, etc.) were fading and being replaced by the ability to die and become ill. The Great Creator felt that it was partly his fault; because of the curse, Clash would never again be allowed to enter heaven, thus making his gifts diminish.

Clash went into exile, though not alone... Shama came with him. Not only did she pity him for his loss of all he knew, she loved him deeply. She followed him into the wild with the intention of knowing him. He was confused and, at first, tried to kill her, but something inside him told him to stay his hand. He saw the fear in her eyes... and the love for the first time ever. Then he knew.... humanity isn't a curse; it's a temporary gift.

They wed a few months after and would have lived happily ever after, if not for Aroz.

Soon after Shama found out she was pregnant, Clash was called away to war. Before Clash left, he cast two unique enchanted amulets for his sons; one amulet had a flame on it and the other had a lightening bolt. Clash left to fight and was victorious after eight months. It would take nearly a month to get home. He never made it home. Although he did not die in the war, he was killed by Aroz in the return trip.

Shama had the first of her sons the second Clash was attacked and had her second son the second Clash's final breath escaped his body. Shama made it so the boys wore their amulets all the time.

It was two years after Clash died when a plague hit the town Shama, Napaj, and Ranul lived in. The plague was brought about by horse demons that had been freed by Clash's death.

Everyone in the town, save the twins, was killed by the plague within two days of catching it. The boys, due to their angelic heritage, did not become ill.

A week passed and the two boys had wandered away from their now dead home. It was at this point when two farmers came across the orphaned children. They took the boys in, but couldn't afford the livelihood of both, so they had their neighbors take care of Ranul while they kept Napaj.

Tragedy struck when the family that was taking care of Ranul suddenly lost their land, forcing them to travel north. Ranul wouldn't see his brother for nearly one hundred years.

Ranul’s family landed themselves in a small fishing town near the coast. They lived quite happily for the next four years, or until Ranul was eleven.

Not long after Ranul’s eleventh birthday, his father disappeared in what they all assumed was a boating accident at sea, but Ranul had felt uneasy since then. It was two years later when the pirate raid came. It was around three in the morning, and everyone was asleep; everyone except Ranul that is. He had a very bad feeling about that night and had suggested a night watch for a while. Since the town elders held his opinion in a high regard (I mean, he could predict things and had wings), they agreed to set up a night watchman. But that night, even he was asleep.

Ranul was still an innocent youth and he pulled a cloak around him. The cloak was black and belonged to his father. It was at this moment when he saw a light just off shore. It wasn’t unusual for there to be a boat to visit the town, but it was late and b the larger ships weren’t due for another six months. Ranul snuck down to the beach to see what was going on, and since the cloak completely hid him in the darkness, he didn’t worry about being seen. When he got there, he saw something that actually frightened him.

There were pirates and freebooters scrambling up the hill to the town. Ranul could see from his position that the watchman had been killed. He ran with all speed back to his house to warn the town. He woke his mother and baby brother and told them to go to the next town inland and wait for him. They never got the chance. As the girl that Ranul was dating at the time ran by, an arrow struck her down.

“No!” he screamed in a hoarse voice. He turned back to his family, “Run. And don’t look back.”

Just then, a pirate ran in and saw them trying to escape and said in an angry and gruff voice, “Where do ya thin’ yer goin’ my pretty lass?” And as he licked his scimitar, he struck her down, along with the young boy.

Ranul snapped. Like when Napaj gets angry and fire bursts out, Ranul becomes a human lightning rod. “You bastard. I will destroy your soul!” he cried as he lit the pirate up like a Christmas tree.

Ranul watched his town be destroyed and everyone he knew killed. He took revenge and killed every seafaring pirate he could before they pulled out. It was then he realized that his life would never be the same. He wrapped his cloak around him and took the tribal mask that had been left by the freebooters and wondered the land as a sword for hire.

***

Later in his life, Ranul gave up most of the ways of a swordsman, keeping only the necessities to keep him alive, for the ways of a mage. Ranul long desired true power, but realized that it would only come in the form of magics. He also retained his martial arts abilities, thus making him a hand-to-hand master.

When he went to a place called the Dome, he learned the love for lore his master had taught him. He also ran into his brother. They stayed to become teachers there and left only when they grew bored with their surroundings.

(He cannot stop his father from dying or Aroz from being made, he has tried on many occations.)



Traflinhoffle Rotherfid
*NOTE: This character will only fight in the company of Napaj or Ranul (or both) and never alone. He is now another character I plan to use as a teacher.

Name: Traflinhoffle Rotherfid (Traff-lin-hoftel Roth-or-fid) (called Traf by his friends… and anyone else forced to know him, as his name is really hard to pronounce.)

Age: 19

Race: Kender (similar to a Kokiri, but they look their age while maintaining a child-like innocence)

Sex: Male

Hair: Black, long hair kept in a ponytail as opposed to a topknot (kender normally wore their hair in a topknot, but it wasn’t uncommon for one to wear their hair differently.)

Eyes: Green, childlike eyes of innocence.

Weight: Around 95 lbs.

Height: 3’ 7”

Weapon: A hoopak staff, common among kender as a weapon, tool, and also their symbol. Hoopaks are of kender design. They have a pointed, copper bottom end and a forked top end with a leather strip hanging from it, producing an eerie noise when swung overhead. This noise can be used to frighten off many would be foes. He also uses a sling and stones and sometimes “finds” daggers or knives to use. He carries a small bow and about fifty small arrows.

Armor: None, aside from a small leather jerkin.

Strengths: Kender are among the stealthiest races in the universe. They can sneak around without being seen or heard (which is often a preference of all other races, which consider kender on par with mosquitoes on both usefulness and as a nuisance.) All kender are immune to fear, so they often meet their maker in simple mistakes. Kender also obtain the ability to taunt really well. They are notorious for the fights started because of their taunts. They never “steal” things, they just acquire them. Kender also have heightened hearing and sight.

Weakness: Because of their small size, kender don’t really do well hand-to-hand, but are good marksmen with slings, bows, and thrown weapons. They have no real resistance to magic, but sometimes inadvertently break a magi’s concentration. Because they have no fear and do have immense curiosity, kender tend to get themselves into trouble that sometimes dooms them. Because kender “acquire” people’s belongings (they see no clear designation between lost items and people’s belongings) they are often called and tried as thieves… most times being found guilty (after having "aquired" the judge’s gavel first, of course.)

Skills/Magic: No magic, but he can easily conceal himself in shadows and in small hiding places.

Personality: Annoyingly carefree. All kender (because of lack of fear) embrace death as the final and grandest adventure to end all, and Traf is no exception. Kender are mostly as immature as they look… they are basically children. They get bored easily and play pranks on others to ease their boredom. Traf gets especially bored when faced with reading (he is mostly illiterate, but he can copy letters just fine) and will often begin to draw upon what it is he is reading. He hates to kill, but will if needed. Traf is one of the most loyal companions one can have, if a little annoying. Traf has an infatuation with trinkets and jewels that are “lost” from other people’s belongings. Kender also tend to make up stories to create fake heroism and to explain how some items fall into one of their many pouches or pockets.

Appearance: He wears a simple brown leather jerkin made from a bear’s hide and green pants. The kender are small and rarely break four feet, so he is about average height. He wears a small, brown leather beret with gold trim (which he claims to have been given this hat in return for saving a king’s daughter from an army of dragons, but the Great Creator only knows where it truly came from) atop his head, thus explaining why he does not have a topknot. His hair, if it were to hang loosely, would fall to the base of his neck, but is half that length because it is a braided ponytail. All kender look smaller than they truly are because of their childlike features. He has a belt covered in pockets and pouches, as well as a large knapsack that hangs off of another belt that crosses over his shoulder (also covered in pockets.)

History: Traf’s family never lived in Kendermore; instead, his father had always wandered. (Traf never actually knew his father because they only talked once and his mother died when he was eleven.) Traf desired to wander like his father had, but his mother forbade it saying, “Why in the world would like to be like that deadbeat father of yours? He never sees us anymore… are you saying you want to leave your dear old ma?” and she would begin to cry until the matter was dropped.

The day Traf’s mother died, however, that all changed. A passing band of bandits had sacked his home while he was out gathering wood. Traf heard the screams from a good two hundred yards away and quietly stole upon his home. What he saw haunted his dreams to his death. His home was on fire, A dramatic irony, he thought, considering he had just been sent to find firewood. He saw his mother’s half burned corpse twitching in lifeless spasms and his younger brother’s mutilated body begin to catch fire. Traf put out the fire, tears streaming down his face and buried his family.

It was at this time when he decided it time he followed his dream, looking on the bright side of things. “At least mum can’t hold me here anymore,” he said gloomily. He picked up his hoopak and set off in search of adventure.

Eventually, he met two brothers (twins actually) who had an interesting secret that Traf “accidentally” overheard. He asked if he could join them on their quest to stop an evil person known as Aroz. Reluctantly, They agreed to allow Traf to come along. The twins (whose names were Napaj and Ranul) eventually grew to enjoy Traf’s carefree behavior and even Ranul would joke around (when his mood was particularly good).

Traf sometimes proved invaluable in battle, seeing as he can draw the attention of the enemy easily. Foe example:

One day, the companions were wandering through a forest shrowded in darkness (supposedly, the Dark Mother had come back) and they ran into a band of dark summoners.

Dark Summoners are easily one of the most annoying evil creature in existance. They have the ability to summon other creatures' souls from the abyss in a moments notice. They stand at about six foot and are extemely fat. They range from being green, red, black, orange, or blue. They all know a rather high amount of magic, but it does them little good... they rely almost soley on summoned creatures.

So anyway, Traf, Napaj, and Ranul were walking through the forest (Traf relating some story of how he beat a dragon single handedly with a chai leg... it was a lie, of course) when all of a sudden, the three stumbled into a camp of summoners.

"... And when the dragon came from the right, I jumped up and bashed him, Whack!, right in the nose! Well, he went crying to his mo-" Napaj cut the kender off.

"Quiet you fool, unless you think these summoners are nice?" Ranul said with a sneer. He still didn't care much for Traf at this point.

Traf pondered this for a moment. "D'you suppose they might be? I think being friends with a summoner would be spectacular!" he said thoughtfully. He then walked up to the closest summoner, sliding through Napaj's grasp. "'Scuse me sir... or madam. It's kinda hard to tell with you summoner chaps. Which are you?"The summoner stared at him coldly. "I suppose it doesn't matter. Do you want to be my friend? If not, it's okay. No one likes to be friends with kender."

Napaj suppressed a smile, saying under his breath, "You got that right."

Traf stared blankly at the summoner before turning around and skipping back to the twins. "He didn't say anything. Was I too forward?"

Ranul looked at the small person in wonder. The idiot actually wanted to be friends with it? He could have gotten us killed! Ranul then picked Traf up by his collar, whispering, "I want you to go behind them and draw their attention. Hopefully, they look to you and give us ample time to destroy them."

Traf nodded, skipping into the woods. When he positioned himself behind the summoners, he yelled, "Hey, you stink coverd ratslop! Come and get me, you dog faced sludgebrains!" It worked. The summoners truned to Traf's direction and began summoning demons to rid them of the nuisence.

Napaj and Ranul charged. They killed left, right and in the middle, destroying all but one summoner, who took off into the woods. Traf saw it go and launched a rock from his sling, hitting and knocking out the fleeing summoner.

The trio later found that had the summoner gotten away, they would have to deal with a group of Shriekers (a wraith that feeds off the souls of the living). Traf had saved them a lot of trouble.



Crybo Seerse
Name: Crybo Seerse

Age: Unknown, but in this form he looks to be around his mid-thirties.

Race: Angel

Sex: None (Angels have no definite sex, and instead choose a form to appear in. Normally, Crybo chooses male.)

Hair: None

Eyes: Unknown. (He wears a blindfold… I’ll explain later.)

Weight: In this form, about 278.

Height: In this form, about 7 foot even.

Weapon: A bow and a katana. His bow is special because only he can wield it. It’s made out of an angelic metal and cannot be broken. It is said that the hair is made from the hair of a Pegasus. He doesn't carry arrows, but instead uses ones made out of energy. He can create nearly any type of arrow this way; fire, water, light, etc. The only arrow that is totally beyond him is dark.

Armor: A holy, chain-mail cuirass, chain-mail greaves, and some holy, leather boots.

Strengths: Light and ranged fighting. He is an angel, so light attacks are near useless. He specializes in ranged attack and defense, so he is a formidable opponent in that area. He is decent enough in close-quarters combat to hold his own long enough to get away and fire form afar.

Weakness: Darkness and androids (they have no soul.) He is an angel, so even weak dark attacks are almost lethal. Because of his special sight (explained in the bio) he cannot see artificial beings. Because robots lack a soul and actual life, they are invisible to him.

Skills/Magic: His angelic heritage gives him massive light abilities.

Light Cannon: He holds out his hand and a blast of pure light energy is fired at the enemy. It’s a relatively quick attack, but it can be dodged by quicker foes.

Photon Edge/Arrow: This attack gives his katana or arrows a light enchantment on the edge/tip.

Volley: Crybo can launch up to seven arrows at once with this attack. But the more arrows in the attack, the less accurate it becomes, so he uses two to four at once.

Divine Fury: A slow charging attack ,Crybo lifts his fist into the air and collects a heavenly light. When it’s charged, he slams his fist into the ground, causing an explosion of light. This is bad for two reasons. One, the pure light blinds Crybo’s spirit sight, so he loses track of his foe. And two, it’s slow to charge and can be stopped with relative ease.

Heaven’s Lance: Crybo gathers an energy ball in front of him and pounds it with both hands at an opponent. It takes the shape of a lance whilst flying at its target and is nearly impossible to dodge. It is possible to stop though, as it too is slow to charge. This attack blinds him like Divine fury as well.

Cross: This isn’t an attack per se. What it does is hold Crybo’s enemy on a cross of light for up to thirty seconds. Its prep is a giveaway though, as he moved his hands in the shape of a cross. It’s also inaccurate at distances.

Spiritual Sight: The ability granted by God for Crybo to see things in his blindness. If you’ve played Psi-ops, it works like the Aura Vision in that. It also allows Crybo to see one’s inner self. He knows if someone is good or evil because this allows him to see his or her heart. He can see anything that lives, as they give off a spiritual glow that he can see in the darkness. He can see the ground and other objects only because they reflect the spiritual glow of other things. He cannot see androids and robots because they do not give of nor reflect spiritual auras. This ability allows him to see through walls, but not very well. He can see smudges of things beyond a wall, but never the whole amount. He can see two smudges beyond one door, but there could be several people standing in a group. He can see what others cannot, such as ghosts or poltergeists. Everyone has a signature trail of spiritual power that he can recognize easily. The way he can tell how pure a person is works somewhat like it does in KOTOR II: SL, in that good people are bluish, neutral people are almost white, but with some gray, and evil people are an absence of color. Evil people glow black, but are seeable due to the fact that everything around them has color… normally a mid shade of gray. With this ability, he can also tell how people feel, if they are lying, and how close to death they are.

Personality: He is very sagacious and wise. But he also blames himself for Aroz’s rise to power. He was charged with the duty of keeping tabs on Aroz, but he ran away. (If you’ve read Aroz’s bio, there were five angels that followed him; three were killed, one ran away and one stayed to fight.) He is something like Regal from Tales of Symphonia, if that gives anyone a good idea of how he acts.

Appearance: He looks like a mid-thirties sprinter. He’s not overly muscular, but he’s not a runt. His blindfold is a grayish blue and covers about two inches of his face. (That two inches being primarily his eyes.) He wears grayish blue robes that sit loosely on his body, over his armor. His body is somewhat like Brad Pit’s (when he was Achilles in Troy) though a lot taller.

History: Like all angels, Crybo was created for a purpose. He was the messenger of God. Crybo would deliver all of God’s orders to the angels, as none but His messenger can hear His voice.

Crybo was the friend of one specific angel because of this angel’s freedom. Clash Cyrod was the angel so respected by Crybo. One time, when Clash was out on some holy mission, Crybo approached God. Keeping his head down, as none can look directly at Him, Crybo asked why he couldn’t be sent anywhere. God answered him with a question of his own.

“Why dost thou desire to travel anon to evil lands? Canst thou not live in peace here?”

Crybo thought for a moment before responding, “Milord, I desire nothing more than to be held accountable for mistakes. I cannot do anything wrong here because I can only do as you ask. If I were to be sent to earth, Nhot, or any other of your inhabited creations, I could, for once, learn and appreciate the perfection of this place. I want responsibility.”

God looked at his angel. “Ye shall be granted thy desire, but not for many years. Then twill come a time for ye to show your loyalty.”

Crybo was so surprised at this answer that he looked up… directly at God. This would have blinded him permanently if God had not taken pity on this angel. God granted him sight, but of a different kind. Crybo was given Spiritual Sight (explained in abilities.)

Normally, God would keep Crybo in heaven and away from evil, which can corrupt an angel. One such angel was Aroz. (Read Aroz’s bio to learn more.)

God had known of Aroz’s trickery since the beginning, but chose to let it run its course. When He could wait no longer, he sent five angels to watch Aroz’s movements with the orders to attack if they felt there could be no more waiting. The angels God sent were Clash, Faryos, Harpo, Glashi, and Crybo.

While the five angels followed Aroz in what they thought was an unseen manor, they felt the companionship between them grow. It was something like a band of soldiers being sent into war with a platoon of men: they became like brothers. This was until Aroz killed the first of them.

They were camped out not too far from Aroz’s camp when Glashi went to check on their enemy’s status. Three hours later, the others became worried. Glashi had not returned and dawn would break in an hour or so. Clash and Faryos went to check on Glashi, leaving Harpo and Crybo to guard the supplies.

Not long after Clash and Faryos left, there was a horrible scream from the angels’ camp. Clash told Faryos to hold his ground while he checked on the problem. What he found startled him.

Aroz stood over Harpo’s now still body, draining any spiritual power left. Crybo “saw” Aroz coming and hid in the bushes. He tried to warn Harpo, but it was too late. When the demonic angel had finished with Harpo’s corpse, he turned to look at where Crybo was.

Oh no, can he see me? Crybo thought in fear. It was all he could do to keep from getting up and running away. But no… there was something about Aroz’s posture that told Crybo he was safe.

Aroz called out a challenge, “Come and fight cowards! There were five of you and I have drained only two. Where are the rest of you?”

Clash was about to answer, swords drawn, when Faryos leaped from the foliage and attempted to tackle Aroz. It was a short-lived attack, as Aroz simply turned and impaled his would-be attacker on a blade protruding from his arm.

Aroz sneered at this angel as it died. “Is this all your farce of a god could muster? Some weak foot soldiers?” Aroz turned his face up to heaven and yelled, “GIVE ME A CHALLENGE YOU FOOL!”

Clash heard this taunt of his lord and master and was ready to pounce when movement to his left caught his attention. “Crybo,” he sighed, after the shadow revealed itself.

“Yes. Clash, don’t fall for this ploy. Aroz would destroy you. I can see his spiritual powers… they’re unbelievable. Wait until we have him on our terms, wait until there will be reinforcements,” Crybo counseled.

Clash considered his friend’s words. After all, Crybo was God’s messenger. “I… I can’t wait. There is something that I know about Aroz’s future that can keep him from success. I have to fight.”

Crybo sighed. “Well, will you at least fight in a better area? He has an advantage here and will most likely take advantage of that.”

“Alright,” Clash said finally, “I’ll fight on the fields of Petracoast. But I need you to do something. I need you to tell the angelic armies to mobilize as soon as possible. Can you do me this favor?”

Crybo agreed without hesitation… anything to prolong this fight.

And so it went. Aroz pursued Clash into the fields of Petracoast and Crybo massed his reinforcements .

* * *

After the battle of Petracoast, in which Clash was cursed and never allowed to return to heaven, Crybo began to feel responsible. He felt it was his fault that the angels couldn’t get there in time to keep Clash from being lost. It wasn’t until after the curse was placed that anyone realized Clash had in fact lived.

Some years later, after the existence of Napaj and Ranul became wide knowledge in heaven, Crybo approached God once more with a request.

“Lord, you were gracious those many years ago to allow me to have a responsibility, and I ask if you would again grant me a request.”

God smiled, though it was unseen, and said softly, “Crybo, you blame yourself for something ye couldn’t have altered. That event came to pass because I willed it. Aroz shall be defeated by Clash’s blood.”

“I realize this milord, but I still feel guilty. Clash was my dearest friend… he was the first angel to not ignore me. I ask if you would let me atone for my failure… please… allow me to help Napaj and Ranul in their defeat of Aroz,” Crybo said.

Instead of replying, God sent Crybo straight to where Napaj and Ranul were camped. Crybo lifted his head to “see” a sword point at his throat.

“And just who the hell are you?” asked a gruff voice in common.

Crybo looked at this man and replied in angelic, “A friend of your father’s. You must be Napaj.”

Ranul put a hand on his brother’s blade and said, “You speak angelic? Then you aren’t human.” He helped Crybo up and said, “Angels aren’t well liked in this area… what will you do about your wings?”

“Not a problem… only those of angelic blood can see or touch them. I have a question… can I travel with you?”

Napaj answered, “Sure. The more the merrier. But first… we need to know your story. It’s obvious you know ours, but Neither of us recognize you.”

“I am Crybo Seerse and this is my story…”



Aroz Fistheron
*NOTE: This character is meant to be almost indestructibly strong because he is meant for a fic. that I plan to write later. He will never fight in the normal BA unless it against an already very seasoned writer.

Name: Aroz Fistheron (Air-oz Fist-Hair-in)

Age: ? (Lost count around 500)

Race: Angel (evil)

Sex: Male

Hair: Falling to the middle of his upper back, his hair is completely black save a grouping of white that falls in front of his face.

Eyes: Both iris and pupil have a glazed black look.

Weight: Around 250lbs

Height: 8’ even (as a dragon, he is about twice that height.)

Weapon: An obsidian axe known as Renock that could dispel even the brightest light. A scythe, disguised as a staff. (The blade can be folded against the shaft.) He had a gauntlet that can encase souls and use them to help him (through augmentations to his strength, healing ailments and even replacing dismembered limbs.) He often uses this gauntlet to capture the souls of those he defeats.

Armor: Normally, a black trench coat like jacket that flowed easily in even the strongest wind. Sometimes, he dons a full set of blackened platemail and never wears a helm.

Strengths: He is a master of darkness, and has long since forgotten his abilities of light. He possesses a strangely high amount of strength, despite his lanky features. His speed is also nearly unmatched by most standards. He thrived for hand-to-hand combat. Since he is a Spellwarrior, he is adept in countering and resisting medium ranged magics. He cannot die for two reasons: one; he is an Angel and will therefore return where he was, and two; his gauntlet (as long as it has souls) sustains him. As a dragon… his strength seems limitless and magics similarly so.

Weakness: He is dangerously weak against light attacks. Because of his ability in hand-to-hand combat, he has a real hard time with ranged attacks. Most high-powered magic attacks are painful for him to endure. Because he relies solely on evil spells, he requires more concentration than normal magi, thus meaning that if his focus is broken, he could miscast a spell and potentially destroy himself… or his opponent. As a dragon, the only way to harm his is to attack his chest when exposed… but that is a rare occurrence. He requires time to transform, so his dragon form is a treat for certain foes only.

Skills/Magic: He is rather adept in dark magic (When in Angel form), as well as fire (when in dragon form.)
Skill- description

(Angel)
Darkness- he can gather a perpetual night and conceal his movement.

Darkness Blast- either a ball of darkness forms or he fires a stream of darkness at a foe.

Befuddlement- this causes a foe to attack its allies or itself.

Emotional Frenzy- his enemy is sent into a frenzy of hatred that substantially weakens and hurts it.

Borrow- Aroz is able to borrow certain attributes of his foes, leaving them somewhat defenseless.

Dragon Skin- he is capable of ignoring and shrugging off some damage received.

Soul Capture- After defeating an enemy, he can steal their soul and encase it in a gauntlet and use it later.

Summon- he can summon demons and dragons from the abyss.

Control- demons and dragons can be controlled by Aroz. Also, some humans can be minipualted.

(Dragon) *Note: dragons are notoriously skilled in magic, so I will not list his abilities here. Just trust me, he’s powerful.

Personality: He rarely speaks. Those who have actually heard his voice are either dead, or serve him. He is merciless, thus having compassion for no one. He would just as soon kill you as look at you. His thirst for war and bloodshed can make his already twisted perception on life closer to thinking it is pointless. His past haunts him in such a way that he never sleeps, but also never seems tired.

Appearance: Like something from a nightmare, he is disturbingly thin and frail looking, though he is far from it. His skin is white; almost a metallic platinum look. His eyes seem to pierce one’s soul, even to the point where they could commit suicide. His skin is cool to the touch and can chill your very soul if you are struck with pure fear. His dragon from id black as pitch and just as menacing.

History: His tale is a long one, so stay with me…

Long ago, when the Great Creator saw fit to create angels, he created order and balance. (This order has often been mistaken for good vs. evil.) With this order, he created the humans to be simple focus sites to maintain the simplicities of perfect living. And it worked for hundreds of years, the Angels helping and providing for the humans, much like pets. But it was when these pets started becoming slaves to certain… undesirables. They forced the humans to work and make weapons, for which there was no need. Because of the warless world that had been created, these weapons grew amassed. And like the weapons, more humans came into existence that there should be.

The Great Creator made a way to fix this alteration of perfection… death. But because of the nature of the world, there had to be a “messenger” of death. He created an Angel that was to have no feelings of remorse for slaying people… Aroz Fistheron. He was known as the first “Grim Reaper” and carried a scythe to make his job quicker and easier.

Aroz was content with his assigned duties… until he started taking matters into his own hands. He would kill people not marked for extermination and justified it by saying, “It was a necessary sacrifice for the greater good of our people.”

This, of course, angered the Great Creator, who then banished Aroz to live among the humans. To make it more of a punishment than it already was, Aroz’s abilities were sapped, making him vulnerable to sickness and pain.

Aroz despised this punishment and began wandering the lands. Four hundred years old, and I’m mistreated like this?! Damn them for their ignorance, I was right to destroy the damned souls of those infidels! he thought as he traveled in search of a way to get even.

It was at this point when something in Aroz’s mind jarred, revealing the memory of a war that had taken place on earth against a frightening foe. Angels and Demons fought for control over the middle lands, and when all hope seemed to have faded and the Angels looked upon imminent defeat, a light from behind enemy lines engulfed every Demon involved with the war. Only the Great Creator knew what that was at the time, for it was he who made it. A multi-dimensional portal had pulled the warped creatures into another world, where they would forever be held.

Aroz remembered the Angels tell of fear that struck them like none other when these things attacked (later becoming known as dragonfear, for it was dragons that caused the most intense form of this fear) and decided to find this portal. “Finally,” he said to himself, “I shall wreak the revenge I have desired for two-hundred years!”

Unfortunately for Aroz, the only way to release these demons was to collect seven Ice Crystals. The problem with that was that Ice Crystals had almost completely disappeared in that world. Also, supposedly, only the pure of heart could touch them… but he was an angel and could fix that part. And so it went, for six hundred years, he collected strange jewels and gems until he assembled eight of them (the eighth one would be required for a ceremony that he needed to complete after freeing the beasts).

When he traveled as far north as one gets, he found a pedestal hidden in the snow. The pedestal had seven indentions on it and a hand-shaped one in the center. He placed the crystals in the allotted spots and placed his hand in the center. Because he was still an Angel, the enchantment recognized him and began to open the portal. Aroz was not alone.

The Great Creator had foreseen Aroz’s plan and sent a small heavenly host of five to follow him. He had discovered and killed three of them and one had disappeared one night. The final one was watching Aroz attempt this evil deed and quickly attempted to put a stop to it. The Angel’s name was Clash Cyrod.

With a flourish, Aroz brought his unopened scythe upon Clash’s head, knocking him senseless. “You’re damned lucky that I am occupied or I would strike you down now,” Aroz said with a scowl. He then looked at the slowly growing hole in the air. “But it seems it matters little… here come my reinforcements.” Suddenly, a group of around sixty minor demons leaped through the portal.

Minor demons are the lowest of the low, but fierce fighters in a pinch. They stand roughly four feet tall and are red from head to tow. They care not for clothes, and thus wear none. They look much like a small human, but unnaturally thin and have black claws and teeth. Five could kill a man… sixty could destroy several towns.

And the portal still grew. The ground shook violently, causing rifts to form. Clash was swallowed into one of these rifts, now hidden from his enemies. Now the portal was wielding baby dragons and horse demons. Horse demons were simply large humans with horse heads and hoofs. They are also black as pitch. The baby dragons were ranging from black to green to blue to red. Aroz smiled at his growing army… only a minute more and the portal would be completely open.

Then the Angels appeared. All wielding blessed weapons, the demons would stand no chance. Aroz knew this, but it was only moments before the more dangerous demons were through. Besides, the baby dragons still had their breath to stop them… or at least keep them at bay.

The red and black dragons blew fire, the blue shot ice, and the green firing lightning. Only a few Angels were killed, but immediately returned to the battle. Only a minute more…

Clash awoke from his painful “slumber” with a start. He could hear a battle waging above him and knew what was happening… the angels had come for a final stand against Aroz. Desperate to help in the fight, Clash burst from the rift and attacked Aroz. The problem with this was that Aroz had just finished the portal and dodged away from this minor nuisance. He didn’t want to fight Clash simply because Clash was known as the strongest Angel ever Created… and one of the smartest.

But Aroz held the title of being fastest and most powerful, so it would actually fall in his favor. He reared back and punched Clash with such force that they both flew in opposite directions. Good, Aroz thought as he landed, more time to finish the ceremony. He took the last Ice Crystal from his pack and shed his shirt. He took the crystal and jammed it into his chest, drawing a design of ancient descript. This design would allow two things: one; the ability to control all demons and dragons of all standings, and two, he could turn into an ultimate black dragon.

He transformed right then and there. He became a black dragon larger than any had ever seen before. His eyes glowed red with hatred and power… the Angels had to retreat. Catching several as they fled, he at them with gusto. In similar effect, their souls were gathered into his gauntlet, now a crystal embedded upon his forehead.

Clash was stricken with dragonfear, unable to move. Aroz looked into his eyes and saw something that scared even him… his future. He knew that if Clash were to have children, they could prove to be his doom. “I shall never allow him to get that far!” Aroz yelled as he leaned down to eat Clash… but the Great Creator intervened.

Since the Great Creator had no audible voice, for it was too perfect to hear, he thought his words aloud. Aroz, you defy me openly? You were always ambitious beyond your own good! I herby banish you to- his voice cut short. The portal was still open, now finished spewing forth demons and was now devouring the land!

The Great Creator then sealed the portal off forever and placed his banishment upon only the demons. The demons shall never leave the underworld as long as you possess life! and as quickly as the voice had appeared, it was gone, the demons and angels along with it. All save two angels. Aroz, never allowed back into heaven, stared upon Clash, left behind by his comrades. What the Great Creator failed to remember was that there was one other left on the battlefield without his protection… and Clash was now also part of that banishment. If he died, half of the demons would be freed, and that was more than enough in Aroz’s mind.

At least I still get my future to be held firmly in my grasp, he thought quietly, a smirk forming on his dragon lips.

Clash knew this as well, for he had also seen Aroz’s future. He took off for lands far away, where he met a beautiful human woman named Shama. They had two male twins by the names of Napaj and Ranul. And one day, before the twins’ birth, Clash was called by the Great Creator to help quell the disturbance in the north… Aroz was razing towns in order to draw Clash out. He needed to kill Clash before the twins were conceived, but he was too late. Although he did succeed in killing Clash, he found that the twins were already in the womb. He cursed himself for waiting so long and tracked them down.

When he did find the town they lived in, they were gone. Taken by separate families, he knew it was only a matter of time before they realized what was happening, but he couldn’t worry about that then… his army needed its master. He flew back to the north and gathered his warriors to train and reproduce.

Sixteen years later, he decided he would kill the twins that would be his undoing. In his “human” form, he convinced a bunch of pirates and corsairs to join him in the destruction of a small village in the far northeast. He was surprised when he found that Ranul destroyed all of the invaders and feared the boys’ growing power. “Sixteen and he can do as much damage as I? Not good,” he whispered to know one in particular.

The leader of the bandits was confused, but still wanted payment for his dead comrades.

“Payment? I shall give you payment!” Aroz said, turning into a dragon, he killed them all.

He had to kill the sons of Clash before they killed him first.
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