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Name: Tongo Simongo
Age: 5000 years old
Race: elf (part of the Tal' Bon tribe to be exact.)
Hair: Long silver hair (just like his brother Tiko)
Weight: 70 pounds
Height: 6" 6 inches
Weapon: short sword and bow
Armor: tower shield, "steel" breast plate, " " boots, " " gantlets, " " greaves, pants and shirt
Strengths: he is fast, and strong.
Weaknesses: can be crushed easily, and all kinds of magic but light magic
Skills/magic: he knows fire ball, fly, heal, teleport, weather control, lightning bolt, and fire arrow
Personality: Tender hearted and ready for anything
Appearance: skinny and healthy and is white
History: He was trained by the tribe members of the Tal’ Bon. So he was trained to use a bow and short sword. He also mastered using magic. But one day Tiko was kidnapped. So Tongo put on some armor and took up his sword and bow. A few years later he found his brother tiko. But he was different. They battled until one retreated. Tiko retreated but Tongo gave Tiko a scar of a dagger. Tongo then bought a horse. He left Tal and went into unknown territory. He then fought many battles against other clans. He won and lost many. But the battles were mainly against orcs. Tongo found an ally Elven tribe who were with the Tal’ Bon. They let him have shelter. Tongo told them the whole story. The elven tribe (whose name was Calanment tribe.) told Tongo the name of the possessor. His name was Dark Force. Dark Forces goal was to slay all of the elves. So he possessed Tiko, to kill all of ‘em. So then Tongo went on his horse the next morning. and he rode until he saw a guarded castle. The guards saw Tongo and captured him. So Tongo broke out of jail using weather control to make lightning destroy the wall. . Tongo escaped but he didn’t see Dark Force nor Tiko. He then rode back to the Calanment tribe’s village, but everybody was slain. He knew that he couldn’t linger any longer. So Tongo rode west. hoping to find his infamous brother.
Name: Tenchi hiroshima
Age : 20 ( human 'looks' )
Hair:dark brown, short spikey
Eyes:hazel(normal state) blood red (possesed state)
Race: Dark fairy
Weapon: Tonfa's, shurikens (uses them rarely)
Armor:golden fairy armor
Magic: Teleportation, absorb, and his inner demon spirit
Personality: Very wise, kind - hearted, sometimes funny( in a "taunting" sort of way )
Appearance:fairly sknny, not muscular, short brown spikey hair, wears straw sandals, wears brown & black gi.
Bio: Born in the Great Mountains in the North. His parents were unknown, he was found ( in his human form) outside of a training dojo in the forest of the mountain. In the Dojo lived a great martial artist, Master Saito, who taught anyone who was willing to learn in the martial arts and standard combat. He was taken care of by Master Saito, and both were unaware that he was a fairy at the moment. Though, as he grew up there were signs of his "fairy side" that had been released. At the age of 12 during a training session, he was able to absorb the energy from an opponent, causing the opponent to be unconscious, since then he has been wearing gloves, to prevent this from occurring. He was taught by the Master, and had become close friends with a girl at the dojo. He grew up to become an expert at the martial arts, and mastered the style of Shotokan. He married the girl, and had a child, a son, by the name of Komaru. After the age of 19, Tenchi decided to find out who his real parents were, so he set off on a journey to learn about his past, and his real parents. After a year of searching, he found nothing, and returned to his home; only to find his master brutally murdered, and his wife dead, but there was no trace of his son. He was attacked by surprise, from a mysterious figure. After a long battle, Tenchi was defeated and killed, but before his death, he had found out that his opponent had a demon inside him, a dark spirit, with incredible powers. But he would not let himself die, at least not yet, and somehow returned from the land of the dead back to the land of the living. Not knowing if it was a decision from the Gods, or if he was just dreaming, Tenchi's only purpose to live was to avenge his family.
After months of searching, he was asked to enter a special tournament. During this tournament, the full extent of Tenchi's power had been released….he had changed to his true form. In his true form, he had become much stronger, almost invincible. But he could not control it, for it was too powerful for any being to withstand, and almost killed him. He knows now that he possesses the same dark spirit, that his murderer had used to kill his family. Could there be a connection between him and his murderer?
Race: all that's known is he’s human
Hair: short and sandy brown
Eyes: dark blue
Class: bounty hunter
Weapon: chain whip, bow and arrow, a very light sword.
Armor: small breast plate, metal shoulder pads, helmet.
Strengths: speed, is smart, good shot with arrow, and is trained in sword play.
Weakness: his age, easily surprised, is kind of small, reluctant to fight and kill, has no protection against magic, can not swim very good with armor, impatient.
Personality: He is quiet and usually keeps to himself, if you befriend him he will stick with you to the end. Not very trusting. And he is very calm unless if he has to wait for to long.
Appearance: slim but slightly muscular. He is tan. His face is covered in scars, he has one on long one that goes across his forehead and another that is at the side of his left eye. His armor is blue with silver lining on the outside.
History: He was found outside the water temple and raised by sheikah. At the age of 4 his battle training began. He excelled at archery and was the best in his class. At the age of 7 a tribes man named Malrio took him as an apprentice and trained him in the ways of the sword. Malrio also taught Kladro how to use a chain whip as a weapon. When Kladro was at the age of 11 Malrio took Kladro to Goron city. When they were leaving Kladro and Malrio fell into a cave. When Malrio got up a ReDead came up behind Malrio and killed him. Kladro then out of fear took his bow and killed it with an arrow. On Kladro’s way home their was a tornado and when Kladro got back to his village he found it in ruins. Kladro being alone in the world then decided to become a bounty hunter.
Name: Sho Shaotzu Age: 17 Race: Fin'thean Sex: Male Eye color: Gold Hair color: Deep Red Height: 5’ 11”
Phoenix Cleaver Armor:
Golden arm guards and shin guards, emblazoned with stylized phoenix-like patterns.
Strength enough to wield the PC (no, it was not intended) on his own and move fast enough to use it decently. Increased attributes thanks to his kil’mac. Weaknesses:
The sheer size of his weapon decreases his stamina immensely, and his spirit energy is not very strong; thus he lacks the ability to use all but the weakest special moves. Magic/Skills:
As with all Fin’thean, Sho’s kil’mac can create a bioarmor when he is in dire peril, however, no one has ever seen this armor.
He is also becoming adept in fire magic, and is beginning to practice other elements as well.
Personality: A bit of a loner at times, but capable of surprising kindness. He prefers to work alone, but secretly yearns for the companionship that he shuns. Learning to depend on only himself has taught him to be cunning and resourceful. His dry sense of humor comes through in his speech, secretly mocking those attempting to get close to him.
On Sho’s back there is a large scar, identical in shape to the charm on the sword’s hilt.
History: Sho was born and raised as any normal child. His family lived in a peaceful little town on the shore. His village was remote, secluded from most outside influence, in an attempt to keep the purity of their rituals. Not having witnessed any sort of true sorrow for most of his young life, he lived very happily.
"Come on Sho! You better hurry or we're not going to be able to get there before dark!"
Sho's heart pounded as he raced along the jungle floor. The small head of blonde hair that had spoken to him spun around quickly and vanished behind a large, mossy tree. Leaping over an overgrown root, he smiled as the sensation of flying rushed over him; the cool evening breeze rustling his blazing hair as he glided over the obstacle. He landed with a squelch as his sandal sunk into a small patch of mud. Quickly expressing his disgust, he wiped his foot on a tuft of grass and took off again.
Rumors had begun circulating recently of a set of ruins in the jungle near Sho's village. Never being ones to let a rumor go unchecked, especially one that sounded this fun, Sho and his friends had decided to check it out themselves. According to gossip, if it was to be believed, the ruins were old, decrepit, dangerous, and full of really cool stuff. He was sure there had been more detail than that, but Sho had sort of zoned out after hearing the word "dangerous." Dangerous was one of his all-time favorite words, because it usually coincided with "fun."
Rounding a few more trees, Sho rushed to catch up with the two children ahead of him. "Hey guys!" he yelled, his high, childish voice echoing through the treetops, "You think we're almost there?"
"I don't know, but we better get there fa-ah!" the young girl's sentence trailed off into a high pitched squeal, ending with a muffled, "Ow!"
Sho and the other boy rushed to where the girl had just been. A gaping, once moss-covered, hole greeted their sight.
"Reinae!" called the young boy, shouting into the dark abyss. "Reinae! Can you hear me!? Are you all right!?" He and Sho dropped to their knees and listened for the girl's voice. After a few deathly silent moments, a small voice called out to them from the shadow.
"Yumae, I can hear you," the girl's voice was faint and pained, "I... I think I twisted my ankle when I fell. I can't stand up. Yumae! It's dark down here!" Her voice was rapidly becoming more laden with panic. "I can't see anything, and it's so cold! Big brother! Help me!"
Sho's glance shot to Yumae, who was gazing fixedly into the darkness. His teeth clenched, and the muscles in his jaw tightened; then, standing up quickly, Yumae yelled to his frightened sister. "Reinae! I'm coming for you!" But, as he was about to heroically leap into the hole, a hand laid hold of his arm and held it tightly.
"Yumae," Sho said, as he made every effort to keep his voice calm and cool, "I'll go down and help your sister, you run back to the village and get help." For a few seconds Yumae said nothing, but he eventually tipped his head in a quick nod and dashed into the trees. Sho shook his head as Yumae disappeared. He knew that Yumae would do anything for his sister, but he also knew that the boy was not as strong as he was. There was something else as well...
"Watch out Reinae! I'm coming down!" Sho shouted as he descended into the hole. His heart skipped a beat as the shadows quickly consumed him. Perhaps he should have thought twice about this? A smirk flashed across his face. "Yeah right."
The flame haired boy stumbled to the floor as the hard, stone ground met his feet. The impact echoed through the hall, as if a thousand other little boys had all fallen into a cold, dark cave just as Sho had done. Every last one of them most likely felt the freezing cold of the cobbled floor meet their little hands as the searing pain of the hard landing shot up their legs, crippling them momentarily, just as Sho had.
"Sho! Sho? Is that you?" pleaded Reinae, as she crawled over to where she thought Sho had fallen. Feeling around with her hands, she touched a small heap on the floor, which grabbed her hand, causing her to let out a small gasp. She quickly embraced him, his warm body a welcome contrast to their icy surroundings. "Sho, where's Yumae? Where's big brother?"
"He went back to the village to get us some help." Sho replied, still wincing as the pain in his legs began to subside. Grunting as he rose to his feet, Sho peered into the darkness that surrounded them. Looking left and right, narrowing his eyes, as if to pierce the shadow with his burning, golden stare, he attempted to glean some sort of information about their new environment. But, sadly, his efforts were in vain. The little light that poured down from the hole above them was not enough to illuminate the area, as it had already been filtered by the dense canopy of the forest overhead.
“What are we going to do now Sho?” Reinae inquired, her voice beginning to quiver once again.
Looking down to where he assumed Reinae was seated, Sho gently squeezed the hand that was still grasping his. “Well, I suppose now’s as good a time as any to try out that fire spell I’ve been working on.”
“You mean the one your dad taught you?”
“Yeah, I think I’ve got the hang of it,” he paused a moment, “I should be able to get enough of a spark to show us what we’ve gotten into.” Sho pried his hand away from Reinae’s. “Now, let’s see if I can remember...”
The boy closed his eyes and concentrated.
“When you get good enough you’ll be able to cast your spells without runes,” instructed the large man standing before Sho, “But until then, you’ll just have to take your time and focus on writing the runes quickly and efficiently.”
“Right!” Sho clapped his hands together and drew his mouth into a tight line. If I’m ever going to get this right, now’s the time. He bowed his head, his brow furrowed, and his nose crinkled up as he focused. A faint glow slowly began to spread through the boy’s small hands. As the light spread, he raised his hand and pointed into the gloom with his two fingers; his eyes shot open, and his hand flew through the air, tracing a complex pattern that glowed brightly as the gleam drained from his fingers and emptied into the radiant design hovering before him.
The rune shone with a faint light, as though it had been drawn long ago, with brilliant blue ink on invisible parchment. For the few moments that it remained, its feeble glow illuminated its artist’s features, giving them an ethereal quality. But, it was not to last, for as soon as Sho’s fingers had completed the final, shining streak, he thrust his palm into the midst of the rune. The design vanished as quickly as it had appeared, and in its place, a small, blazing fireball emerged, suspended in midair, inches away from Sho’s outstretched hand.
The young mage was quickly taken aback at his own success. “Well,” he smiled, “it’s not as big as I’d hoped, but it’s big enough.”
Now that there was a decent source of light, Sho took another perusal of the area. As he had already guessed, the hall was made completely of dark gray stone. It was chipped and ragged, and quite worn in some places. But, despite being directly beneath a dense jungle, there were no roots nor moss growing anywhere along the walls or ceiling. The only foliage now in sight was the small amount that had fallen through the hole in the ceiling, when Reinae had made her abrupt entrance.
To both the left and right, the hall led off into more nothingness. As far as Sho’s eyes could see, there was nothing in either direction, except more darkness and more cold. The silent hall gave the distinct impression of a long-sealed tomb.
I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be ours. Sho shook his head viciously, banishing the very thought. What am I thinking? Yumae is probably on his way right now with some people from the village. He glanced back up at the opening. Yeah, I’m positive.
“Sho?” Reinae’s voice broke the uncomfortable silence, “What now?”
“Well...” he thought for a moment, “...as long as we’re here, I may as well check the place out.” To be completely honest, he really didn’t want to go, but sitting here waiting for Yumae to return was making him anxious. He felt he had to do something, and exploring, he concluded, was exactly what the doctor ordered. After all, what’s the use in looking for ruins if you’re just going to let them sit once you find them?...Right?
Apparently, Reinae had not come to the same conclusion. She suddenly turned to Sho, gaping at him as if he had suddenly sprouted a second head. “You’re just going to leave me here, all by myself, while you go look for buried treasure!? Are you crazy!? What if there are monsters down here?” Her eyes began water, “You’re going to leave me here to be eaten?”
Sho stumbled around for something to say for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. “All right, you can come too.” He figured, from the look on Reinae’s face, that this was not exactly the answer she had been looking for; but, since she had no other option, she consented and, with Sho’s help, got to her feet.
“Wait,” she said, letting go of Sho’s arm and limping over to the pile of debris on the floor. Rummaging through it, she finally emerged with a long stick. In answer to Sho’s puzzled look, she explained, “We don’t want whoever comes back to not know where we are.”
“How’s an old branch going to help us?”
“Watch.” She strode to where Sho was standing, and poked his miniature fireball with her twig. The branch crackled and sizzled for a few moments, then she withdrew it, and knelt down. With the stick’s now blackened tip, she marked a large, black arrow on the ground. She smiled at him and stood up, “There, now they’ll know where we went.” She giggled lightly, obviously pleased with her own intelligence.
The two of them had been making their way slowly down the right-hand side of the corridor. As they delved deeper into the ruins, the air became more humid, and the stone that lined the walls began to show more intense signs of erosion. Before long, vines began peeking out between the cobblestones, and portions of wall started to fall away, revealing the soft, dark earth behind them.
After a short while they saw what looked like a faint light at the end of the hall. Hoping that it was perhaps a way out, the two children rushed toward it as fast as they could. They finally emerged to find themselves in what resembled a large aviary. The light they had seen earlier was being given off by numerous torches lining the walls, glowing with a bright blue flame.
The two of them stopped as soon as they cleared the hallway and collapsed. Sho allowed his flame to extinguish, determining it was no longer of any use, and slumped back. But, as soon as he did, he quickly jumped back up. The floor was no longer that of cobbled stone, but lush, green grass. Damp, green grass no less. The sudden wetness had startled him, and now he found himself looking around for anything else that seemed out of place. And, to his sight, the whole room seemed completely out of place.
For starters, not only was the floor made of grass, but there were trees and bushes strew across the immense lawn. Many of the trees stretched all the way up to the dome-like ceiling high above them. The roof itself looked as if it was made of vines and other greenery, but as he peered closer, he saw that it was simply thickly overgrown. Apparently it had been here for quite sometime. However, without any caretakers, the jungle above had taken possession of it, cutting off all light that might have otherwise illuminated the torchlit chamber.
As the boy gazed in absolute wonder at the amazing spectacle laid out before him, his golden eyes fell upon an object, directly in the center of the clearing. It beckoned him closer, and he felt obliged to heed its call. As he neared it, he felt the air around him grow warmer and warmer, and the air became cleaner and more refreshing than any he had ever tasted. His entire body was relaxed, but he couldn’t explain why, and before he realized what he was doing, he found himself standing before a large, silver sword.
The blade, half immersed in a glistening pedestal of black onyx, stood in stark metallic contrast to the greenery that encompassed it. The pedestal itself was set on a raised stone circle, entirely untouched by any of the surrounding foliage. In fact, it seemed that any grass or other vegetation that had tried to advance toward the circle had been immediately burned off, yet there were no burn marks on the stone itself.
The weapon was larger than any other Sho had ever seen. And its beauty, though Sho did not consider himself a proper judge of such things, was unmatched by any other. Its glistening alloy clearly reflected his awestruck face as he gaped in childlike wonder at the entire display.
The boy peered more closely at the fine details of the item itself. The many decorative perforations that littered the blade’s body imparted a feeling, not of incompleteness, but of sanctity and power. The hilt of the blade was wrapped in fine white linen, and capped with fine gold. Attached to this gold crown was an interesting little object.
Dangling from the weapon’s hilt was a small silver charm. This charm was brightly polished, and sparkled intently as Sho examined it. Its form was that of a bird.
A falcon? Or, maybe an eagle? The boy wondered. But no, it was different from either of these, more glorious and heavenly. A.....phoenix? Sho brought his hand up and took hold of it, ignoring Reinae’s cries for him to return. As he did, the torches surrounding the room flashed, their bluish white light illuminating every corner of the room. The fire leapt from the torches, consuming the young boy, as the cry of a giant animal tore through the air, and a monstrous shadow descended upon Sho.
“Wh-what is this!?” Sho exclaimed as he stumbled backwards in a sea of blue flames. He flailed about as he attempted to extinguish the flames burning his defenseless body. But as hard as he tried, he could not douse the fiery embers. Then, a voice, slow and calm, that sounded at first like the chirping of a bird, fluttered across the blaze.
“Be still child, you are in no danger,” it said, “these flames will not harm you. Calm yourself.” Even as it spoke, Sho realized that he was indeed not burning. The azure pyre licked his skin, but he felt nothing. Other than a slight warmth, which was actually quite pleasant, he was untouched. As soon as the initial panic of being surrounded by a raging inferno subsided, Sho raised his eyes to gaze upon what had spoken to him.
Before him, perched atop the enshrined blade was a gorgeous and magnificent bird. Its body shimmered like the sun, and its eyes were like two glorious gemstones. Its beak was a brilliant gold, and shone with a godlike purity. Four long, feathered tails fell behind the silver sword, as talons as white as ivory clasped it tightly. It was the most beautiful and heavenly creature that Sho had ever seen.
“Wha-Who are you?” Sho asked, once he mustered the courage to speak.
The godbird spread its burning wings, “I am what your people refer to as Kil’mac,” it uttered.
“Wow! You’re really a kil’mac?”
“Indeed,” the bird replied, “I have dwelled within this castle for centuries, awaiting a host.”
“That’s a long time,” Sho said, “to be waiting for a host.”
“Indeed, but, it seems my wait has come to an end.”
“You are a Fin’thean, are you not?” asked the godbird, in a tone that sounded rather like a statement than a query. Sho nodded. “And you are without a kil’mac?” He nodded again.
“Wait, you want me to be your host!?” Sho shouted, jabbing his chest with his index finger. Now the kil’mac dipped its head.
“I sense a great determination within you, and a latent power that I have felt in no other that I have come across.” Sho struggled to put together all the pieces of this new development. And, as he did, the full picture came into view. Right here, right now, he had the chance to become partners with the most impressive kil’mac he had ever laid eyes on. Not only that, but a kil’mac that seemed thoroughly impressed with him as well. How could he pass up this once-in-a-lifetime chance?
“All right! I’ll do it!” he said. The bird cocked its head to one side... then the other... then it looked him square in the eye.
“Are you certain? I will not force you into this, and you must understand that once you and I become one there is no turning back.” Sho nodded his head fervently.
“Very well,” it answered, “step forward and lay hold of the sword.” The boy slowly walked forward and, with one last apprehensive glance at his partner-to-be, reached out and wrapped his hand around the large hilt.
Sho and Reinae were rescued soon after. Though Sho’s bonding had been somewhat unorthodox, the spiritualists of his village agreed that he was in no danger, so they allowed him to stay.
But, after only a couple of years of training, in the village, Sho became bitter. He felt that, because of how he came to possess his kil’mac, the people of his village were unduly gentle with him. He eventually left, deciding that, if he was to learn how to be a true fighter, he would have to go elsewhere. So, as boys with fiery tempers will do, he packed up his things and left the village, without a word to his parents, his friends, or even the one he loved.
Later on, Sho would come to realize that he had been wrong, but, because of his youthful pride, he refuses to go back. So he wanders, working as a monster hunter to earn money, continuously practicing to become stronger.
Hair: Brown, Long (about shoulder length)
Weapon: Knives. Main Knife: Long Gold Dagger. Carries a belt full of smaller daggers as well.
Armor: Medium sized shield, with golden knives painted on.
Strengths: Skilled in the art of knifethrowing, as well as fencing.
Weakness: Shield can expose numerous points of his body, leaving some parts vulnerable
Skills/Magic: Can attach magic spells balls to his sword. The spell balls effect is temporary, and disappears rather quickly. He is also limited to the amount of spell balls his knive belt can hold (6).
Spell Balls include:
Personality: Timid, yet full of rage. Easily angered and not afraid to use his abilities in the art of knife throwing against who crosses him.
Appearance: Torn up shirt, with blue jeans. Also wears a dagger belt, where he stores his knives and long dagger.
History: Lozzie grew up in a rough part of the neighborhood, being tackled by many people because of his appearance. After being shunned by society, he went into hiding, and took up the art of knife throwing. Lozzie worked many years to perfect his technique, using many dummies in his house. Many bloodstained floors later, Lozzie was able to pinpoint where his knives would be thrown, which would prove to be a useful tool.
Lozzie is currently on the run from his hometown, after an incident with a bully in Lozzie's childhood, three daggers were lodged in his neck. Lozzie is looking for a fight wherever he goes and hopes he is able to fight only those who are skilled in the art of battle.
Aurora the Ominae Name: Aurora Nickname: Rory, though only the Dwarfwash’s call her that Title: Ominae (OM-in-aye) Age: “Lost count somewhere after 10,000…” Zodiac Sign: Libra Race: Human Occupation: Summoner
Sex: Female Hair: Blond Eyes: Varying shades of blue (based on mood) Weight: 150lbs Height: 5'4''
Appearance:Body- The first words that come to mind to describe Aurora’s body type are “short and curvaceous”. At 5’4”, she is nowhere near head and shoulders above the crowd. She’s not skinny by any means nor is she chubby, but built solid and thick throughout, big-boned perhaps being a decent assessment and not an excuse. Her hourglass figure is well muscled, leaning more toward smooth bulk muscle tone than lean sinew. Statuesque will never be used to describe Aurora, except as an antonym.
Her figure is balanced, her buxom chest balanced by a set of shoulders wide enough to keep her bosom from appearing unseemly or comical, but respectable. Her torso tapers to a trim waist before flaring out into a wide and deep pelvic girdle that balances her upper body. She is relatively short-waisted, meaning there is little space between the bottom most edge of her ribcage, and the top edge of her hip bones, giving her a compact appearance. Her hips are built wide, but are not actually curved in shape instead seeming rather straight in a front silhouette. Her posterior is full, rounded and muscular as are her thighs. A seamstress once told her she “has a waist, butt and thighs, but no hips”.
Her legs are not proportionally long at first glance, and like the rest of her are built strongly. Her thighs are rounded in shape with well defined quadriceps and hamstrings, and they rub together at the top when she walks. Her full-figured but shapely legs continue to well-formed calves and graceful ankles.
Face and Head-Like the rest of her, Aurora’s face is bold featured. Her face is not heart-shaped, but closer to a shortened oval, thanks to a slightly square-ish jawline that ends in a rounded chin with a dimple. Her lips are full and shapely, the bottom lip being a little fuller than the top, giving her mouth a slightly “pouty” appearance. She bears slight “smile lines” on either side of her mouth. Her cheekbones are wide and her slightly rounded line from cheekbone to jaw give her face a softer appearance. Her nose is slightly “roman” having a noticeable bridge and it is slightly rounded at the tip.
Her eyes are wide set, but average in size and almond in shape. They are always blue, but shift in color according to her mood. They may be a striking electric blue when she laughs, a bright cerulean when she is happy, warm denim when content, icy in wrath, deep navy when deep in thought, steely when she is burying emotion, dark like thunderheads when angry, drab like a rainy sky when sad, brilliant indigo when feeling deep love, or the darkest midnight when deeply channeling her power. Her gaze is bright, intelligent and often shrewd, looking out from between thick lashes.
Her brows are golden blonde, thick and slightly arched leading to a wide forehead and a slightly widow’s peaked hairline. Her hair is thick, but silky rather than coarse, curling in medium sized corkscrews and falling around her head in a carefree mop. It is a bit longer than shoulder length, and falls in natural looking uneven layers, the occasional curl falling over her right eye. Its color is a deep golden blonde with a slight red undertone that can make it seem strawberry blonde or light auburn in the right light.
Clothing- Aurora changes her clothes like anyone, but her style usually leans toward comfort rather than flair. Most often she’ll be seen in a button down dress shirt, or peasant style top of varying colors. Her shirt sleeves are usually pushed or folded up to ¾ length or to her elbows. The rest of her wardrobe is usually comprised of jeans, and well worn, brown leather walking boots.
Scars- Were you to see her nude from behind, you would see her back is covered heavily in deep, wicked scars. These are from a cruel night of whippings, rape, and other abuse she received very early in life before discovering her power. At the end of this night, the flesh of her back looked more like raw hamburger than human flesh. Now, her back is covered by a patchwork of silvered over scars, that make her back look bumpy and furrowed, but the texture is silky and almost slick. Though mostly confined to the area of her actual back, a very few of the whipping scars venture in occasional lines around the curve of her hip and buttocks and two over her left shoulder between her shoulder and neck.
Tatoo- Coiled around her right forearm is the shimmering silver image of a dragon. It is an Asian-style dragon, long and serpentine with four clawed feet and two long, gracefully curling horns emerging from the back of its head. The head of the dragon rests on the back of her hand, its body winds twice clockwise around her forearm and the tip of its tail curls around the protrusion of her elbow joint.
When Aurora channels strongly, and into the last phases before an actual summoning, the tattoo changes, growing in size and begins to glow with a pale silver light. At the power plateau just prior to a physical summoning, the dragon’s head hangs over her left shoulder, its body snakes down her back forming an “s” shape, and around her hip to coil around her right leg, the tip of its tail curling against the bulge of her right calf. Also, with this change, the scars on her back split and merge with the tatoo’s lines, making it seem to be embossed onto her skin, giving actual texture to the dragon, even its scales. This configuration obviously is not visible under clothing, aside from a subtle glow.
Skills/Magic: Extensive training in martial arts, particularly grappling arts. Trained in the use of several weapons including knives, katana, staff, nunchaku, and kali sticks.
Aurora is an energy manipulator. She understands that energy is never created or destroyed, but only changed. She can take nearby energy and convert it in any manner she sees fit, whether channeling it to a specific use, converting it to another form or redirecting its course. This includes elemental, life, physical, and magical energy. For example, if an opponent were to launch a fire attack she could deflect the energy of the attack in a different direction, she could absorb the energy to fuel an attack or action of her own, or could convert it to another element like wind.
The bulk of power for Aurora’s attacks is not personal, but is instead drawn from her surroundings. Her aura takes the role of a conduit or valve, rather than a battery, pushing energy through her, rather than storing it inside her. She can adjust this flow of energy in order to increase or decrease the power of an attack. To a person able to see aura or magical energy, she would seem to be of a normal human energy level , though they might be able to sense the depth of power lent to her by her tremendous age, and to a very sensitive person, she might seem strange as the ambient energy flows through her rather than around her as it would an average person. Since she has been world hopping, she has worked at deepening the personal reservoirs of her aura, but this is mostly for emergency use, and she doesn’t store up energy all the time. Most often, she stores power to take with her when she moves from one world to another until she ascertains that the new world’s energy is compatible with her own.
Among the other uses she has for energy manipulation, she can channel the energy into her own body to increase her strength and speed, being careful to reinforce her own muscles and bones when pushing herself far past her body’s ordinary limits. She can also use her power to heal herself or others. With enough time and energy, she can heal just about any injury, short of death. This does not apply to natural ailments such as a cold or cancer.
Aurora is also a summoner. Her summon is the dragon Valron and he is her connection to the Universal chi, or the ambient energy stream of the universe that flows through everything, both living and not. When the life or magical energy of an area is insufficient to her needs, she can tap into Valron’s power without summoning him to the physical plane. He serves as her “back-up” power source.
As a strong empath, Aurora is highly attuned to fluctuations in emotion from other people. If she puts enough effort into it, she can come close to roughly exchanging thoughts, in images and emotions if not exactly words. However, she finds this an extreme breach in privacy, and will not do so unless emergency communication is called for, or permission is given. This ability is stronger if she is in the vicinity of another empath or telepath.
Strengths: Great stamina when using chi energy. 100yrs is a long time to have to master any discipline. Just imagine how good you’d be with over 10,000yrs practice… Can be physically killed, but will not die of natural causes.
Weakness: It is against the summoner's code to use a summon beast directly against a human in battle. She cannot heal serious injuries in the heat of battle as they take too much time and concentration.
Her energy sensitivity and empathic abilities can work to her disadvantage as well. Large cities will cause her to feel disjointed and agitated due to the mix of strong emotions inherent in large numbers of people, unless she has ample time to acclimate herself and shield her mind. She often camps a few miles from a large city for a few days before actually venturing into it. Also heavy concentrations of certain energy types will affect her as well, such as an environment heavy in dark energy will bring out her more ruthless, harsh nature.
Heavily polluted or dying environments, can cause her to become physically ill as the sickly energy of the environment infiltrates her body. For this reason, she has taken to storing up energy before changing worlds. This however can be problematic in itself as her body has had thousands of years to be acclimated to a continual flow of energy rather than storing it in quantity. Storing up a large quantity of energy usually causes her physical discomfort in the form of body aches and migraines.
Weapon: Knowlegable in the use of several weapons, but doesn't carry any, prefering hand-to-hand and magic.
Summon: Valron, the ultimate dragon, as a rule cannot be hurt by magic, since he is a mergence of all the elements. He is long and snake-like, like a traditional Chinese dragon with long horns. He is a silvery white color that shimmers and changes colors in the sunlight like a white opal. In his full powered form, he measures some 1000ft in length. He has never been seen by any member of the EH in an actual RP, though he has brief parts in a few in his past smaller incarnations.
It should be noted that as Aurora's summon, Valron's lifeforce is tied directly to Aurora's. The ritual to obtain a summon ties the two inextricably together, anchoring the summon to the physical plane via the summoner’s soul. The two are interwoven and a tearing apart of the two would rip away pieces of both, leaving neither whole. A summon cannot survive on this plane without being tied to a summoner, and should a summon be destroyed or the link severed, the fatality rate for the summoner is about 90%. If a summoner should manage to survive this rending of their soul, there is a 95% chance they will be rendered insane by the event. Most summoners who are abandoned or lose their summon but manage to survive the actual event commit suicide within the first week.
Armor: None. They would hamper her agility, and are unnecessary anyway.
Personality: Aurora is driven by duty. She is logical and insightful with a wry sense of humor. She is a complex personality. Driven by her heart and intuition she is a sensual person, but governed by a keen sense of logic, compartmentalizing her relationships to the point that people who know her in different situations, if asked, might give a very different description of her.
She is confident, and has no issue with speaking her mind, but being an empath remains sensitive to the feelings of those around her. She can be flirtatious, and is a largely uninhibited spirit but her empathic nature makes her very particular about whom she will tease. Once she accepts you into her inner circle, she is very affectionate, and highly protective. She often is adoptive in a big sister sort of way.
Aurora is protective in nature and is driven by an intense sense of justice. She will avoid a fight if possible, but if she is given no alternative is ruthless and will not draw things out. She does not fight dirty, but will not hold back from doing what is necessary. She is not repulsed by the idea of killing and will kill if she has no alternative, but would prefer to preserve life whenever possible.
She has lived a long life and lived it fully. She has done things she is not proud of. However, she does not believe in regret, only in learning from your mistakes. She does not believe in love at first sight, but that every relationship is work and learning. She does not believe in coincidence but that all things happen to some purpose, but also does not believe in fate or in over thinking on why things happen, accepting things the way they are. She is optimistic and a self-determined individual, but also a cynic.
Likes: Music, cooking, laughing, dancing, sex.
Dislikes: People who “play victim” or pity themselves, bad/diet food, cheap booze, cruelty for its own sake, people who are ignorant by choice.
History: “Been there, done that, and wore out the t-shirt.” Aurora has known sadness and despair, joy and hope, loneliness, desire, and contentment. She has loved and lost, lived and died, and watched countless lives pass by. Now she lives her life to the fullest both for herself, for the friends and loved ones she’s known whose lives ended too soon, and for those who didn’t realize what living was before it was too late.
Im going to return to the fights so ill put my old character again in here, it has a some changes and a wider bio...here i go:
Age:366 (But looks like 36)
Race: Desert Magician
Hair: Black and long
Weapon: A magical sword that can reappear in his hand anytime
Armor: His magical cloack, and a black armor
Apperance: He is totaaly envolved in his cloack, you only can see his eyes and a little bit of his hair, when the cloack is removed you can see that he has a black armor that has some lines of silver, his shoes are black, and his hair kinda long.
Bio: Final Dream was born on the arabian desert in August 8th of 1638, his parents were killed by a group of men from the desert when he was 10 years old and got out of it with only a scar on his right side of the face, he grew training with his old and wise grandfather, he knew the way of the swords, and studied alchemy all his life, until he became a desert warrior with magical powers, in consequence he could control the element of earth and wind, when his granfather passed away he traveled around the world so he could get more training, during his travels he had a lot of fights and adventures between them the ones that would make him able to control the four elements: (earth, fire, water and wind), and so he became one of the most powerful and feared warriors around the planet.
Hair:Fire and long (like Volvagia)
Weapon: Big Claws, Fire balls and more attacks related to fire
Armor:His hard skin, no sword can penetrate it, resists to Lava
Personality: Aggressive if disturbed
Apperance: A huge red Fire Dragon, it has a yellowish belly and big claws, each claw is as big as a normal person
Bio:This is one of the transformations of FD, is normally not used because of it's great powers, just like the others, hes the transformation that FD uses when he wants to use the powers of fire, this transformation was found by FD when he was in an old volcano in Mexico, the transformation was the prize for beating the spirit of Mars that lied in the volcano.
Eyes: Deep blue
Weapon: Claws, Two swords(The ones of Ganon)
Armor: It's skin, unpenetrable, resists high pressures
Personality:Agressive if disturbed
Apperance: Even when it is a water dragon that can go to the bottom of the sea(where it's speed is shown), this dragon also has 3 pairs of wings, so it can fly too, it's very fast too in the air, but weak in body-to-body attacks.
Bio:This is one of the transformations of FD, is normally not used because of it's great powers, just like the others, hes the transformation that FD uses when he wants to use the powers of water, this transformation was found by FD when he was the ocean over where it was supposed to be the Atlantis, the transformation was the prize for beating the spirit of Neptune that lied in the Atlantis.
Hair:Long and Silver
Weapon: His baton and an upgraded version of FD swords
Armor: A Golden armor
Personality: Calmed but concentrated
Apperance:Is like Oni Link but with a Golden Armor and a baton, the sword brights with a mysterious light, and it's Phisich powers are so strong that noone can resiist them, no matter how hard do they try.
Bio:This is the most powerful transformation of FD, is only used in cases of extreme emergency, he can destroy half of the world in just seconds, hes the transformation that FD uses when he wants to use the powers of all the elements together, this transformation was found by FD when he was in on the Mount Olympus and he beated Zeus test of courage on an epical battle, so he got Zeus powers and became one of the most ´powerful beings on the world.
Age: looks sixteen
Race: a wandering soul seeking enlightenment
Weight: depends on current will
Skills/Magic: can cure any infection
Personality: Calm, mysterious, and disturbed, he is pained by the losses he has endured in his centuries of life.
Appearance: He is a being of energy that can posses anything mechanical without a will of its own. He currently possesses a body resembling an average coccasian sixteen-year old. With his common T-shirt and jeans, he is indistinguishable from a regular youth.
History: He was awakened into a world of peace and prosperity. He was the last of a great man's creations. He was awed and admired by all whom he would encounter. That was before it happened... before his design was copied and gave birth to a new race of machines. They had feelings, senses, and free will. They "chose" to rebel against humanity. Together with friends, allies, partners, and colleagues, this being found himself in the middle of a war. In the end they had won, but many lives had been sacrificed, both man and machine alike. It was not long before this hero gave up his own body to imprison the ultimate evil. He spent many years reliving the events of his life while serving as a living prison for this monster. When his body was eventually shattered by an outside force, he aided a new hero in the defeat of the evil which he had guarded for so long. Free of this burden as well as that of a body, now left with nothing but his condensed living programing in the form of pure energy, he was esentailly left with nothing but his soul. His painful life continuing to disturb him, he left the world and entered a new universe...Zelda Universe.
I've introduced myself before, but after nearly half a year of being inactive, I felt it was time for a new start . So I look forward to meeting and re-meeting all you guys...again ^_^
Almost forgot about this
Zonza:Ninja of the Flame
Appearence:like other ninja appearences his face hs hidden but pulls his hood down when alone his flame hair sways as if they were real. He has earings with the fire emblem also has a banddana his clothes are red with a golden belt with a fire emblem also in the middle.
Weapons: double Flame Zabor double katanas inthrusted with the power of fire. Fire disks, Knumchucks,smoke bombs
Personality:Likes top keep things to himself he tries to avoid confrotations with anybody. never fights until needed
bio:Zonza was top student of the fire academy teached my an elderly man. One day while medetating arch rivels the water academy kills his master and destroyed the place with a tysnami.
Barely alive after the wave Zonza vowed to get vengence on the water academy. By taking the sacred swords passed down to the best fire ninjas. Many challenges await him as the water academy arn't to be messed with.
Race: Dark Elf
Hair: Long white hair
Eyes: Dark Glowing Green
Weapon: Two short swords, and a long bow with arrows
Armor: No armor to speak of
Strengths: Very strong and agile, well suited in hand-to-hand combat, has extremely good swordplay
Weakness: Sunlight, any type of bright light
Skills/Magic: Short levitation abilities
Personality: Likes to travel alone. Has had very few 'true' friends. He gets along with humans extremly well when they let him get close. Always ready for a good fight, and learning new tactics from his foes.
Appearance: Long white hair, with ebony skin. Many people run away from him because he is a drow. Has very little, knowticable scars. (Also look at eyes, armor etc.)
History: Was born in underdark but was abandoned by his family at birth. Another outcast dark elf found him and raised him and taught him everything he knows today, including 20 years of training. At the age of 40 he had already traveled throughout alot of the underdark living by himself, every once in awhile finding a new home away from evil drow cities. But his homes would never last, he found he did not fit in with the underdark until at the age of 55, he met an elf named Trink who showed him the way to the world above. He went to live with Trink and there family in the woods, helping them do with anything they needed, mainly helping humans with orcs and other evil creatures in the world. But he still thought this was not his place, he left Trink to set out by his own which leaves him where he is today; with no friends, and trying to survive exploring the vast world ahead of him.
Name: Giltia, the Fiend
Weight: 200 pounds
Height: 7 feet tall
Weapon: Black, bloodstained, twin longswords.
Armor: Pitch black armor, made of a type of unknown metal.
Strengths: This vile creature trives and feeds on darkness, and it fortifies his armor.
Weakness: This creature cannot stand the light, and his armor and weapons are weakened.
Skills/Magic: Giltia can seemingly move so silently that not even an elf can hear him.
Personality: Giltia thirsts for destruction, is extremely bloodthirsty, and enjoys watching peopke suffer from the pain he's inflicted, and likes to kill people slowly. Giltia never talks to anyone.
Appearance: Giltia's armor covers his entire upper and lower body, along with his feet. He has pitch black mask that covers every part of his head except the yellow hair which streams out of the back of it. His haunting red eyes seem to glow from the shelter of his mask, and seem to pierce even opaque material. No being has ever seen his face.
History: Long ago, Link had defeated his shadow in the Grand Palace, and everyone in Hyrule had thought their problems were over forever... but they were wrong. Long after Link had left, the carcass of the Thunderbird had remained, still. For years, it remained in that position, not even decomposing. Until one day, something slowly cralwed out of the Thunderbird's stomach, with pitch black armor, twin swords, and a mask with yellow hair streaming out of the back. The Fiend, also known as Giltia, had destroyed the Grand Palace, and headed for the town of Nabooru, and slwoly, slew every resident in the village. Warriors trid to defeat him, but none had prevailed. He went to other villages, slaying people, and never seemed to have any emotion or shame for what he had done. Now, people whisper his name in fear, lest he hear it, and come killing them.
I've seen some really dumb things over the years, but wearing a skii mask and waiting in line to rob a bank is quite possibly one of the stupidest things that I have ever seen anyone do.
Name: Sigve III Rabben
Age: 1000+ (Due to countless ockult rituals and the blessing he has become ageless. He look middle-aged though)
Hair: Brownish gray. Spiky.
Eyes: Originally purple, but become red when raged.
Weight: 156 kg
Height: 215 cm
Weapon: The Gendarm(see history),Bladed gauntlets, and varius explosives in satchels in belt.
Armor: Titanium. (See picture for appearance of Armour). The legprotections also work as extensions, that are special-made to work like they were part of him, adding mobility and the ability to kick while on the ground.
Strengths: His immense body strenght, his weight, and the ability to heal in lava(for a normal goron, all that gets healed by lava is colds).
Weakness: That his legs are very short without the leg armour. Water and cold.
Skills/Magic: The ability to control fire, and some slight control of the earth. He also has the gendarm blade, witch itself is very magic..
Personality: Warm and kindhearted. He protects his friends and allies with his life, while he crushes his enemies the second he is done playing around with them.
Appearance: See attachment.
Long ago, whenf the gods were in raging war, one of the younger godesses was stroke down. She crashed on the world she had created together with her sisters. Lying there hoping to die and be reincarnated in the gods realm as soon as possible, she pondered on what to do in the future. To make more of an impakt on the people of her world seemed like a good ideá. But for that she needed some kind of profet.
A creature came by to see what had crashed on it's mountain. Din saw her chance and gave the goron a whim of her power. Not much. Not much at all. But in time it would it would awaken to show the world that she wasn't just a legend.
Though she did not know that the lucky goron was the greatest and wisest warrior in his tribe and would use the power to his own benefit when it would awaken.
Though that would not be until many years later. (You remember that. Right, Oni?)
After many years of aimless fighting, Sigve got tired, and disapointed when he discovered that he no longer cared about the battles. He descided to settle down and join one of the three clans that existed just to honor the three godesses that created the world he lived on. Upon taking the test, he was surprised to find out that he had been chosen to join Nayru and not Din. But he axcepted this and settled down in the clan.
He had found a great asset in the Nayrulean library witch had all knowladge known(and not known) to man. Studying for long there he descided to take on robotics. A science not yet known to man, that invlolved creating creatures or people out of mere mechanical components. This resulted in Siege. A robot capable of progressive thought and designed solely for combat. Though Siege went on a rampage and fled from his master to fight for all time. Even though this axcident Sigve wanted to complete the Siege project and built many newer(and hopefully better) versions of Siege, that fight under his bidding.
After many more years of robotics in the Nayru clan he grew restless and felt the urge to fight again. So he has recently left the clans domain and left to battle once more.
About the Gendarm:
The Gendarm is a blade passed down through generations in the Rabben tribe. It is always given to the strongest warrior in each generation. But since Sigve is the last in his tribe he must carry it until he drops dead.
The Gendarm is said to have been forged at the dawn of time out of the very magic that Din used to form the earth.
It always burns with a purple flame that no water or wind can take out. A flame that intensifiies or decreases depending on the bearers mood.
Only those with pure Rabben blood flowing in their veins can hold the sword. And to try to even touch it otherwice means loosing your hand(It gets burnt off, right away).
In the hilt There's a Jewels shaped like an eye, that is said to have the very soul of the first bearer of the Gendarm, sealed within.
Sigve is not not very sexy! You are not better than him! This Signature does not exist! There is no such thing as a signature! Do not believe these lies!
Name: Moon Raider
Hair: Long and white as the light of the moon
Eyes: very light blue
Weapon: Big broadsword resting on shoulder.
Armor: Shoulder protectors of leather
Strength: Good against axes
Weakness: Weak against lances
Skill: Big smack (powerful) hit that costs much energy
Magic: Help from the moon: can only be used at night, light from the moon is used to heal her, hide her, or damage opponents
Personality: Nice at day, ruthless while battling in the moonlight
Appearance: Like stated above long white hair and very light blue eyes, a white robe with a white cape, which is a skirt with a shirt above and two golden earrings.
History: Moon Raider grew up on Earth under the name of Luna, which means moon in a foreign language. She grew up with her grandmother, because her parents had died under strange circumstances. On the age of 15 she was taken to the planet E.P. where she met her parents and was trained in the way of the sword. When she was 20 she was seen ready and was told the truth by her parents. Her parents were assassins in service of E.P. and were Generals in its war against its nemesis: S.H. When Moon Raider stood at the frontline of a battle with S.H. something burst in her and felt that E.P. wasn’t what it said it was. She found out the truth that E.P. is evil and skipped sides. When the battles were over she was placed in the planet’s council. And so became one of its most important protectors. She is still dreaming about Earth, one day she will go back and try not to think about these new worlds or she will be made to forget.
Age: Unknown ( look of a young woman, about 19)
Race: Angel ( the angel of death )
Eyes: Right eye, dark red. Left eye, light blue
Height: 5 1/2 feet tall
Weapon: Long, thin, sword known as the "Blade of Life and death"
Magic: When she uses her sword, and speaks in the sacred tongue of angels, a white aura of light surrounds her, and the sword. The light spreads around her, and temporarily blinds her enemies, and protects her from any outside attack, even though the move lasts only a few seconds. The sword is strong enough to penetrate any defense, but only when it's at its full power. She can sometimes move so fast, that the mortal eye cannot see her. Fast enough to move at the speed of sound. She is incredibly strong, and fast, but not invincible.
Personality: She is very quiet, she only speaks when she must. She seems as if she was never at thought, more as if in a trance. Though, she sometimes has her own feelings and thoughts, she is loyal, and honest.
Appearance: Wears a black coat, she has a black sword sheath, which is extremely thin. She wears black boots. Strangely, she has a black aura surrounding her, giving any creature the feeling of death, and fear, at just the sight of her.
Weaknesses: Other holy enemies, and some magical attacks.
Bio: It is said that she was sent by the gods to destroy and rid the world of demons. She was known as the Angel of Death, she only brings fear into the hearts of others, and promises death to all demons in the land. It was said that at that time, the world had been swarming with demons and monsters. More than half of the population had been possessed, and plagued by demons. As the number of humans dwindled, the number of demons had risen by more than half in just a day, and the same pattern followed. The whole land was in chaos, and disorder. In a state of panic, the gods had decided to send their most deadliest and greatest angel, the angel of death. Seeming to inhabit the form of a young woman,(about 19 years of age, had the body looked) she was armed with the greatest weapon the gods could offer her. It was the holy sword, the blade known to posses the powers of Life and Death itself. Said to be created by the gods, this sword has sacred writings encrypted on it, so strange that only holy beings can be able to read it. The sword glows a bright light, the light of the gods. It has the power to restore health, and it is the strongest defense against the foulest of demons. After many years of slaying demons, Evangalis has almost completely ridded the world of demons. She only lives in this world to serve her purpose. She never sleeps, never eats, and never stops. Yet, since she is in a human body, she can be hurt, and defeated, but nothing will stop her from ridding this world of the demons she sought to kill.
Name: Grim Reaper, GR, Grim, Reap (real name unknown)
Race: human (with perfect control of dark energy)
Weight: 100 pounds
Height: 4ft. 9"
Weapon: Large scythe. It has wooden handle and steel blade. Very basic.
Armor: A black robe with a hood.
Strengths: feels no pain in killing, has great control over darkness.
Weakness: inside is just a helpless child crying for mommy and daddy
Skills/Magic: can manipulate darkness in many ways. Three main ways are:
1. Shadow Blast- Shoots a dark energy charge at an opponent.
2. Dark Cloak- Makes a fog of blackness around the arena.
3. Dark Rage- Is true rage, unleashed in the form of an explosion of darkness.
Personality: has no personality, it was taken away from him as a child. The only thing that falls under this category is that he is a hater of people being mistreated.
Appearance: He generally is a normal boy wearing a grim reaper cloak. Just imagine grim reaper with leg spots and an actual face.
History: This boy has memory of one thing. He remembers being taken away from his mother and father and being forced to live with evil rich people, who merely called him dirt, mud, and boy. He forgot his name. They abused him terribly and he has scars on all places of his body except his face to prove it. One day, he couldn’t take it, and one night, took a hoe from the farm and went into the house, where he was forbidden. He went into the room of the people who took him, and killed them. The next morning he woke up in the farm, no memory of the previous night. He was sold away to a baker. The baker seemed nice, but was evil as well. He beat him as well, made him do all the work for no pay. One night, he took the bakers knife and killed him. He woke up with no memory of the events again, and was sold again. He was sold to about five more people with the same things happening. One day, he was just thrown onto the street. One night, he remembered everything and learned he had another personality. It despised these evil people, and killed them. The boy merged with this personality to form into himself now. He found a scythe and a black cloak and became the living grim reaper. He uses the reapers sayings, such as “Ask not for whom the bell tolls! It tolls for thee!”. He kills all evil, and has become a legend among fighters. He will fight with others just because he wants to improve himself.
Weaknesses: Jehuty is weak against large powerhouses, he has quite a weak structure intended mostly for speed. Alot of brute force and enough speed can easily take over Jehuty. Magic attacks effect Jehuty as they would on a neutral person, none are critical and none are weak.
Strengths: Jehuty is whippet quick and has a reasonable amount of strength. Thought his slashes and stabs are quicker than most they deal out less damage than most.
Clothing: A black tunic which sometimes is hidden by the large woll cloak. The cloak has a fairly large hood with fur around the rims. Jehuty wears a leather hat and leather boots. The boots have a steel toe and heel with traction on them as not to slip on ice.
Bio: Jehuty was born into a fairly rich family though not all his wants were met he was still happy. He moved into the profession of asassin at the age of 10 by age 18 he was one of the most feared assassins in his town. His town was very far in the north making his clothing understandable. Jehuty was hired constantly and would usually choose which side offered more. Soon he began to grow tired of the simplicity of killing the merchents, landlords, and large rulers. He began to travel across the north of the world looking for some place wherehe would fit in... some place where he could find a challange.
Race: Du Ara’ dur (literally “One of dragon’s kin in dragon tongue)
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Weight: 84 lbs.
Long Spear (crafted of titanium alloy, a strong, light, durable weapon)
Dragon scale armor (the armor the Du Ara’ dur race are accustomed to wear)
Elidir is very fast and agile in battle. He also is quick thinking, and makes good decisions in a moment’s notice. Elidir is proficient in the use of ice magic and to some degree fire and lightning magic.
Dark and fire magic, ranged weapons
Inferno (flames light up his spear and shoot out, engulfing the opponent in fire)
Lightning (Calls a bolt of lightning down, channeling it through his spear and electrocutes the opponent)
Wyvern Rush (Jumps on Azure’s back, then high into the air, coming down hard on opponent with spear, Azure follows up with an ice breath attack or clawing/ biting opponent)
Blizzard (Calls forth a deadly storm of snow and ice into opponent)
Ice breath (Azure) (Attacks the opponent with a blast of engulfing ice)
Healing waters (Elidir and Azure) (combining their strengths, Elidir and Azure heal each other with the holy waters of their homeland)
Elidir is from a race of elves known as the Du Ara’ dur. They are dragoons, infused with dragon blood, and command creatures known as wyverns. Wyverns are small dragon like creatures, and are very connected to their masters. In fact, a wyvern and its master are able to communicate telepathically. The wyverns and masters share a special, inseparable bond and each wyvern has its own element.
Elidir’s wyvern is named Azure. Azure is sapphire blue in color and about twenty feet long. Though she is not as large as her dragon cousins, Azure is formidable in battle and will protect Elidir with her life. She is an ice wyvern, weak against fire, but able to attack with the powers of ice and water. Elidir cares for Azure more than anything and she often accompanies him in battle.
Elidir is often quiet and keeps to himself. Azure, his wyvern is really the only one he can open his feelings to. He is cold and merciless in battle, yet has a very kind, passionate side as well.
Elidir is a tall, athletic Du Ara’ dur (An Elf infused with dragon blood) He wields a titanium alloy spear and wears dragon scale armor. He wields a spear to be able to attack foes while riding his beloved wyvern, Azure. His armor is a sky blue in color.
Elidir comes from a tribe of Elves known as the Du Ara’ dur. They share a special bond with creatures called wyverns, and at a young age receive a wyvern egg. This egg, once hatched becomes their wyvern guardian and friend. The Du Ara’ dur are a nomadic tribe of dragoons, who lived in a small village below a great mountain.
When Elidir was 13 years old, he journeyed to the top of Dragon Peak, a great mountain presiding over the Du Ara’ dur’s village. There, the dragon goddess Tiamat spoke to him, and he received a shining blue wyvern egg. The wyvern hatched, and Elidir named her Azure, after a great wyvern in history. Azure grew rapidly, in a year reaching a length of twenty feet. Elidir trained her and himself, the both of them becoming stronger each day. Elidir crafted himself a long spear one day, made of titanium alloy, the strongest metal known to the elves.
One night, Azure woke Elidir up abruptly. It was raining hard outside. “Elidir, hurry!” “Wh-” he rose slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “The village is under attack, your father and all the warriors are fighting, we must help!” Elidir grasped his spear and jumped onto Azure’s back, flying out into the village center. The streets were ablaze, Elidir gasped in horror as he saw a fallen wyvern on the ground, black arrows protruding from its heart. “Dammit!” he cursed aloud. He searched rapidly for the attackers, and flinched as an arrow whizzed by his ear. Azure whirled around and saw a warrior, garbed in black armor and wielding a broadsword. He commanded a group of archers. “Don’t fire!” he told them and smirked “I wish to test the strength of this young dragoon”
Elidir was filled with rage and not afraid of the black warrior, “I am Elidir, proud warrior of the Du Ara’ dur!” he shouted angrily. The warrior brandished his broadsword. Azure suddenly shot a blast of cold ice at the warrior, freezing his leg in place. “Gah” he said and turned to face Elidir. “Come off your great lizard and test your true strength!” he challenged.
Elidir reluctantly replied “I will do it” and started to dismount Azure. “No!” the wyvern said telepathically. “Azure” he replied “I can do this” he patted her scaly head. “Don’t interfere” She snorted “Be careful” and Elidir dismounted. Elidir glared into the warrior’s pitch black eyes, everything about him seemed evil. He drew his lance and tensed for battle. Elidir charged the warrior, and thrust his lance at his stomach, he parried with his broadsword, knocking Elidir back. He felt Azure’s worry in his mind and calmed her, getting up to face the warrior again. “Heh” he laughed. “My leg is frozen to the ground and still you cannot defeat me?” Rage filled Elidir. This man had burned his village, and killed his family. He leapt suddenly, high into the air, and brought his spear down hard on the unsuspecting warrior, killing him instantly. Elidir fell to the ground, breathing heavily. He tore his spear away from the dead man, wiping the blood on the blackened grass. The archers fled, and Elidir started life anew, traveling with Azure, trying to escape the painful memories of the past.
Name: Mythos Anon
Age: 200 (elves can live to be over 700 years old)
Race: Dark elf
Hair: long, jet-black
Eyes: silvery blue
Weight: 150 lbs
Weapon: Duel silver-plated adamantine Katars honed to lethal sharpness, and an Ebony longbow with steel tipped oak arrows
Armor: Mithril chain plate with silver inlay, black Dragon-weave gauntlets, and steel mesh boots
Strengths: fast, agile, accurate with his weapons, blocks physical attacks well
Weakness: Has a hard time blocking magic attacks, weak in terms of dealing damage
Skills/Magic: Phase Blade - cuts through magical barriers (i.e.:defensive spells, illusions ect…), Focus shatter – Mythos can shatter some whole objects by focusing his mind into an arrow or his katars, Ice arrow - can freeze an enemy in place, Electric arrow - capable of hitting multiple enemies (electricity arcs out from the shaft of the arrow to hit enemies surrounding his target)
Personality: cautious, innovative, kind (to those he likes), ruthless (to those he doesn't like) and, courageous
Appearance: Mythos’s hair is the darkest shade of black possible and shines with a silky sheen. Also being fairly long, it falls down past his shoulders in an unbound mess. His face is typical of a dark elf, thin with pointed ears and dark olive green skin. His eyes seem to hold a luminescence that is reminiscent of the hardest ice mixed with a refreshing sapphire blue tinge. He is of a medium build, but sleek not stocky. His legs and arms are that of a gymnast thin and lithe with unearthly grace.
History: Mythos came from a successful family in dark-elfdom. His father was a master swordsman and his mother was master enchantress. He was trained in both disciplines, as a child but didn’t understand either. So when he was 100 years old he set out on his own. Soon after leaving his hometown he headed toward the residence of a wood elf weapon master named Linu (Mythos had heard about her prowess in assessing which skills an individual would do best in and then training them in those skills). Upon reaching Linu, Mythos was trained in the art of mind focus, the way of the katar and the art of the longbow as prescribed by Linu until he was a master (this took another 100 years). Having attained these skills Mythos set out again. But this time he was on a quest, a quest for glory and knowledge.
Timesinks: College, Iris, 3DS, Minecraft
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Name: Kirotaka Thran’al Age: 18 Gender: Male Race: Human Height: 6’2” Weight: 179 lbs. Hair Color: Dark Red, Spiky Eye Color: Crimson
Phaesya, a great katana that is a legend to Kirotaka’s people. Forged by Miraak, the dragon knight of legends, the blade is about five feet long and razor sharp. There is a black metal guard on one side of the blade on which ancient dragon runes are carved. The hilt is made of a gold-like metal known only to dragon kind. On the end of the hilt is a dragon’s claw encircling a shimmering ruby forged into the pommel. The ruby holds inside it the mysterious and mystical powers of the dragons of old, which can only be unlocked by a dragon kind. Kirotaka is inexperienced with Phaesya, but skilled with the katana in general.
A Silver Pistol with elaborate dragons carved into the surface. It looks to be ancient, but well crafted. Kirotaka doesn’t know much about it, as he recovered it from the burning ashes where his village once stood. It once belonged to his father, a dragon warrior.
Kirotaka is clad in a black shirt made of cotton and baggy dark blue pants. Around his waist is a leather belt and he wears gauntlets on his hands and greaves on his feet. Over his black undershirt is a Chainmail vest crafted by the dragoons of old; it is incredibly light and flexible, yet still offers great protection in battle and doesn’t hinder his movement. On his shoulders are two shoulder guards made of an unknown metal, they are strong and again very light. A long, white ribbon hangs from each of these shoulder guards, special enchanted ribbons that increase the wearer’s speed.
Sinsha Slash-(Learned from Seryth, one of his training instructors) Kirotaka holds his katana high over his head, and a strike of lightning, fire, (or whatever element he chooses) flashes and it beams from the sky and fills his katana with that element. It surges through his body and he goes into a rampage, slashing his opponent in whatever which way. This attack may be done only if he is about to, or close to dying.
~He is fast and dexterous in battle
~He is the reincarnation of Bahamut
~Ice and water magic
Kirotaka is the quiet type, and he often keeps to himself. However, once you get to know him, he can be quite compassionate and caring. When it comes to challenges of any form, he is determined to win, resourceful and will succeed at all costs. He is somewhat vengeful about his fallen race, though not sure who or what to blame.
Appearance: (eventually I’ll get a picture up)
Kirotaka is fairly tall and athletic and also somewhat muscular. He has spiky dark red hair that somewhat resembles Cloud’s from FF7. He wears a Chainmail vest and long metal shoulder guards and Phaesya, his katana is always at his side, along with his silver pistol. He has a horizontal scar across his nose and cheek and his crimson eyes give off a piercing glare when he’s angry.
The Founding of Miraak
Not much is known about this time. There was a legendary warrior said to be half dragon, half man. His name was Miraak Thran’al and he wielded a blade forged by himself called Phaesya. His race was dying and only a few of the dragon warriors remained. They founded a small village and slowly recovered, until one fateful day.
A massive, grotesque serpent creature attacked the village, the legends told it to have six wings and teeth as sharp and long and swords. However, the serpent was smote by the courage and the blade of Miraak.
Unfortunately, Miraak lost his own life in the fight.
The villagers named the village Miraak in his memory, and the legend of his blade, Phaesya lasted the years. The blade eagerly awaited the time of its next master…
Many years later…
(based loosely on the anime Final Fantasy Unlimited)
Long, long ago there was a world torn by war. This world seemed doomed to its ultimate fate, despair. Two forces fought constantly, slowly destroying the world.
They were the worshippers of Leviathan, the massive sea serpent, and the followers of the great king of dragons, Bahamut. The battles were fierce, but they couldn’t settle their differences, even when their beloved world lay on the brink of destruction. These battles were highly religious, crusades. The high summoners of the time were granted power from the leaders, and together, they were able to summon Bahamut.
However, Leviathan was also summoned.
The two dragons clashed in the sky, Bahamut, a great red and black dragon with six wings and Leviathan, a white and blue massive sea serpent with six fins/wings. The two dragons clashed, causing the most catastrophic disaster that world ever knew. Bahamut breathed a massive blast of molten lava and Leviathan shot a blast of ice, the attacks collided in mid air. Everything was destroyed, the fields lay blackened, all people and civilizations wiped out.
However, the summoners survived, and along with a few others, rebuilt their fallen races in secret.
*100 years later*
The world, rebuilt slowly at first, was making a comeback. The Bahamut followers had taught that one day, Bahamut would return to them, and save them from this land. A child was born to a descendant of one of the original summoners of Bahamut, her name was Lia Thran’al. Lia’s child had a strange red scar from birth. The elders all thought it an omen that Bahamut had returned to them in the form of a child.
Lia’s child, called Kirotaka grew rapidly. He was taught many things at a young age, including swordsmanship, marksmanship and martial arts. Kirotaka was a master of these things, and excelled at anything he tried. Though none knew what his strange birth scar meant, they knew he was special.
One day the village elders called him in from his normal training. “Kirotaka, you are not a normal child, as you might have noticed.” He was silent. “We know something you should know” They started. “We believe you are Bahamut, the legendary dragon king…or the descendent or reincarnation of some sort…” Kirotaka was confused at first, but they explained it to him, and at the end of their meeting, Kirotaka remained in the temple to reflect.
He heard a voice…
Kirotaka, if you can hear this, I want you to hold this blade
Wh- Who are you!? He turned around.
I am you.
You are me.
I am the dragon king, Bahamut
Then it is true what the elders said! Kirotaka exclaimed.
Yes…yes take this blade and find your true destiny…
Kirotaka’s hands glowed red, and a sheathed blade appeared in them. The sheath was wonderful, beautifully decorated with dragons. He took it out, and looked at the great blade. The katana had a keen, sharp edge and a mysterious glow about it. He could tell it was no ordinary blade. He sheathed it and put it to the left side of his waist…
This weapon bore the mark of Bahamut, it was Phaesya.
He explained this to the whole village, and he was leaving. His mother gave him two arm bracers that bestowed great physical strength on their holder. They had the same symbols as on them his weapon…dragon runes. This all was confusing to him, but Kirotaka was going to find out about Bahamut, him, and his “true destiny”
No sooner had he left the village, when a flash of blue light blinded him. Clouds and mist of blue surrounded him, making him gag. Then, as swiftly as they came, the clouds were gone. Before his eyes he saw a massive sea serpent, with six wings and grotesque fangs dripping blood. It had pillaged the town...Kirotaka was too late. In the blink of an eye…all was lost. He felt powerless, he had failed his people before his trial had even begun.
He realized something horrible then.
That Leviathan was waiting all this time, for him to leave, and then the village would be destroyed. Anger rushed through his veins, and suddenly his body transfigured. He awakened, he was the legendary dragon.
His six wings extended magnificently, seeming to reach out to the heavens. His face grew out and turned to a dragon’s snout. His fingers turned into long, razor sharp claws. Black scales covered his entire body.
He was Bahamut. He flew up at Leviathan, and a blast of pure molten energy blasted from his mouth, hitting Leviathan with great force. The clouds disappeared. Slowly, he regained human form, all his strength depleted. His wings disappeared. He felt weaker, and crawled back to the village of Miraak.
All that remained of his home were ashes. The charred, blackened ground looked gloomy and hopeless. Kirotaka could not help himself. Tears swelled in his eyes, and he fell to his knees, cursing Leviathan. When he was through, he rose to his feet and held his katana over his head, vowing to get vengeance. He knew Leviathan would be back for him. In the ashes, he recovered a silver pistol, bearing the same runes as Phaesya…
Name: Toru Age: 35 Specialist: A Master at BigGoron Swordsmanship, a Farmer, and a Blacksmith Race: Goron Sex: Male Hair: Bald Eyes: Dark Brown Weight: 350lbs Height: 6'6"
Weapon: BigGoron Sword, Megaton Hammer, Flower Bombs, Seed Satchel (Pegasus, Ember, Scent, Gale, and Mystery Seeds.) Armor: His own rock-like skin is all the armor he needs Resistance: Fire/Lava Weakness: Water/Ice
Strength: Very High. He is able to lift boulders up to three times his own body weight. Like many Gorons, Toru doesn’t need Power Bracelets to lift things, they are born with their natural stregth.
Skills/Magic: Fire Punch (same in MM), Quake (slam fist/body on the ground), Rollout (curl up into a ball, and start tackling enemies with spikes extended) If you want to go faster eat a Pegasus Seed, and Comet (a combination of Rollout with a Pegasus Seed and a lot of Ember Seeds)
Personality: Timid most of the time, but hates to see defenceless people being attacked, and when that happens, he takes action.
Appearance: He has a brown Soul Patch ( a soul patch is the area between your lower lip and your chin) and a branding of the Goron Brotherhood Emblem Symbol on his left arm, just like Darunia, and another brand of the symbol of Din's Pearl on his right shoulder.
History: Growing up on the peaks of Death Mountain, Toru was a natural at climbing up steep cliffs. His father died during the Imprisoning War so his uncle, Darunia, took the child in his own care. Growing up with Darunia was no easy task. Each day, Toru had to strive to live up to Darunia’s standards or he won’t consider him to be his “son”. Darunia worked endlessly training the boy to become a master of the BigGoron Sword, so that when the day comes, he will be ready in battle. Every year each son must travel away from their homes and train by themselves for many months untill the day of celebration comes when each surviving son, that have returned, would go fist to fist with Darunia himself for leadership over the Gorons. Toru would train himself endlessly or untill his body gave up of all the exhaustion. During his travel, he found two very peculiar trees. They were Ember and Pegasus Trees. He has heard very little about these trees, but experimented anyways. After swallowing a Pegasus Seed he found himself rolled up in a ball and started to crash through many trees. Then he experimented with the Ember seeds. He swallowed one and felt a tingling sensation throughout his body then it focused in on his right arm. He made a fist and then it caught on fire. He has heard of the legendary Fire punch attack, but it never mentioned that Ember seeds were involved. Months went by with Toru training and meditating with the Ember Seeds so that one day, he could do the Legendary Fire Punch without the aid of the seeds. Many moons have passed and it was time for Toru to return to his village and end his solo training.
He went back in the middle of the night and he could see familiar faces surounding a very large Bon-Fire. The ceremony began. Each son must be in a tornament where the winner of all the battles faces Darunia. Toru did maraculously(sp) in the tornament that he became the winner without using the Legendary attack. The object of the duel was to knock your opponent out of the ring. The ring consisted of hundreds of small rocks that made a circle near the Bon-Fire. As Toru entered the ring, Darunia stepped out of the shadows to go toe-to-toe with his “son”. When the gong rang Darunia grappled Toru to the ground and tried to make an easy victory by tossing him outside of the ring. Toru wasn’t going to be easily defeated. He landed on his two feet and started charging towards Darunia. Darunia quickly got up off his knees and both Gorons grasped eachothers hands and trying to push eachother. Both Gorons’ strength were even, neither one of them lost footing nor ground. Darunia started to have the upper hand when Toru’s feet started to tread back. Toru closed his eyes and tried to remember all the hard traing he went through to get here. He focused his energy towards his fists and they came ablaze! Every Goron watching was amazed to see the Legendary attack being summoned by the son of Darunia. Darunia’s eyes lit up in the fire’s light. The Legendary attack known as “Din’s Punch” (or aka: Fire Punch) was forcing Darunia to loose his footing and Toru began to regain the ground he lost, and then some. Darunia thought this was the end of his time being leader amounst his tribe. Darunia was pushed all the way towards the edge of the ring until he noticed something. Darunia noticed that the young lad could summon the legendary attack, but could he master it. It was his only chance of winning. Darunia tackled Toru with his shoulder so he could gain some room between them. Darunia though that was more than enough room he needed, this match is already over. With his hands still lit, Toru rushed in and tried to push Darunia out of the ring, but sadly enough, Darunia stepped to the side and Toru couldn’t regain his momentum and accidentally ran outside of the ring. The match was over. Darunia stuck a Branding Iron into the Bon-Fire, and after a minute or so, he took it out and watched as the end glowed in the night sky. He grabed Toru's left arm and branded it. Toru's rough skin kept him from feeling the heat of the brand that left behind. Smoke slithered away from Toru's arm and up the the clouds above. Darunia grabed a handful of dirt and rubbed it over Toru's new mark. It was the symbol of the Goron Brotherhood Emblem. Darunia remained leader for many generations to come.
After many years training under his uncle’s supervision, Toru was promoted to being the Colonel of the small Goron Army and became his personal right hand man. Outside of his military life, Toru liked to live the simple life as a farmer and as a Blacksmith in the Hyrule Town Square. He would harvest the infamous Flower Bombs and took care of the extreemly rare Ember and Pegasus trees he found during his solo training. Often enough, if he isn’t out on the battle fields, or in the harvesting fields, many will find him forging BigGoron Swords for his “Brothers” and swords and sheilds for the allied Hyrulian soldiers of the Royal Family.
Lately Toru has befriended with a Dodongo he found injured in one of his journies and called her Jade. After a couple of years, Toru found himself a mate named Coral, and together they gave birth to a beautiful boy named Koman.