Thanks to LadyElvenArcher for this approval.
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Name: Erebus
Race: Human
Age: 14
Height: 5' 1"
Weight: 105 lbs.

Appearance: Erebus wears a pair of dark blue jeans that reach down to his heels, a t-shirt, and a sweatshirt over the latter. The t-shirt has the phrase "I'm out of my mind. Please leave a message" in white letters. The actual t-shirt is jet black. The sweatshirt is red, with the communist Sythe and Hammer in yellow on the front, along with a hood.

His eyes are green. They are constantly half-lidded, giving the impression that he's serious and doesn't really care. Erebus's hair is deep brown, almost black. It's never been combed, and looks like he just got out of bed, and is as greasy as an oil spill.

His face looks like he's a very unhappy person, and is adorned by a pair of glasses. The glasses are brown-rimmed and fairly thin, a little too thin to be of much use to him.

His body is short, but has long limbs. His arms are thin and double-jointed, and he can fit them into tight spots or reach long distances without leaning too much. But it's his legs that he's most proud of, thick and long, a sprinter's legs.

He's fairly developed for his age, and has a moustache. It's only been there for about a year, so it's a pretty weak addition. Erebus has a powerful, but not overbearing, chin.

He is skinny, and tries to hide this by wearing all that clothing. Erebus's skin is very pale, yet has a slight tint of a tan.

Personality: A broad, yet somewhat dark, sense of humor. Just about anything will make him laugh. Most of the time he's very quiet, trying to keep to himself, thinking thoughts that would make any man shudder.

Erebus is a lady's man, flirting whenever he can get the chance. He'll never let a woman down if he can help it. Quite the gentelman, he'll open doors for women, elderly and the disabled without being asked. Also has very good etiqute (when he wants to express it )

When he's not quiet, he's annoying. Constantly poking and prodding peers, and just straight out annoying older folk. He does this for a kick. Erebus also tries to make other people laugh with his darker sense of humor, although it usually turns people off.

He can get mad really easy, and he gets angry a lot. He's usually not happy, just content. Erebus doesn't really like to complain, unless he knows it'll really annoy someone. So, he's just your average immature 14 year old.

Weapons: He is extensivly trained in the arts of Karate, Kung Fu, and he even dabbles in Ninjitsu. Erebus also likes to read about the code of Bushido. So, basically, he has turned his body into one giant weapon.

He also has a Bowie knife, specially engraved with the image of a dragon into the blade. He won it in a game of Poker one late night in the bar. Erebus feels sort of guilty about this, he cheated in the game.

He recently acquired a longsword named "Moonwave." He's too weak to lift it when not in his Adrenaline Rush, and anyway is too un-skilled to use it even if he could swing it. It has quite a fancy sheath, with the word Moonwave written in gold, and in an ancient text that only a few know.

Strengths: He's very spry for his age, able to move faster and farther than most of his peers. Also, his training in the martial arts is a valuable asset. Sometimes he likes to combine his knife and his martial arts together so do something really abstract.

An abnormal ability he posseses also. When in times of extreme duress or fatuige, his adrenaline levels will skyrocket, soaring to levels thought not possible by mankind. When in this "uber" state, he gains amazing strength and agilty, easily surpassing that of most trained adults.

Weaknesses: He doesn't usually have very much physical strength, and has no armor. Any blow will send him reeling easily. Also, he isn't that modest, and excessive cockyness has led to many nights in jail.

His hyper adrenaline rush is extremely hard on Erebus's body, and 10% of the time he'll have a heart attack. Also, it doesn't last too long, so he's got to make it count when he's got it. Normally, Erebus just loses control when this happens, so it's not that effective.

Bio: (as told by Erebus.)

I woke up one night and puked. I was only 5 years old then, and already I was drinking. Finally, the Age of Awarness had occured, and finally I knew what I was doing. My parents had been long since dead, and I was only a street rat, a boy bent on finding a family. Well, that didn't quite happen.

Why was it important that I mentioned this? Simple. That night, I swore off all forms of alcohol forevor. I managed to make it about a year before trying my hand at something a little... heavier.

My life has been a living hell. Constant abuse from people has made me frown upon life, and sometimes I wished I was never born. "He ain't nothin' but jack." they would say, not caring if I was right there or not. I flipped them off, and they attacked. That's why I've gotten the crap beaten out of me just about every day.

One day, I managed to find my drunken self to a Dojo. It was there that a Karate master made me his "son." I learned from him, and I tryed to swear off alchohol forever. Again. This time, I managed to make it two years.

From Dojo to Dojo I went, learning from the masters. They would all concede defeat fairly quickly, I must be that great after all. I was about 13 when I couldn't find anbody to fight anymore, I had beaten them all.

I started drinking again, and gambling too. That's how I won my knife. I was banned from all of the bars, a kid in there drinking? That ruined business, I guess. A couple of times they had to literally throw me out.

With nobody to fight and no booze to drink, I was desperate. Anything to realive the horrible, sad truth of my existance... I had nobody to love. No-one loved me, so I didn't love anyone.

Finally, someone offered me a job. This was about two months ago. I managed to scrape together enough money from this old man, bless his soul. All I had to do was teach him how to drink in moderation. That was pretty hard, actually.

I got on a bus with my money, headed for a place called the "Dome." I heard that all the best fighters gathered there, trying to be the best. I am determined to be the best. Let me in, and I will prove my worth.