Character List

Name: Ivan
Age: 17
Race: Half Human Half Elf
Sex: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Purple
Weight: 160
Height: 5'10"

Weapon: Ivan has a staff made of pure adamatite. It was forged in the darkest forest by his great great grandfather; A warlock. The staff is made so only certain ancesters can use it. It is sensitive to all magic. The staff is white with a four spikes sticking up in diffrent directions with a purple gem in the center of the spikes. Also Kentu has two swords slung across his back; both guilded and made of adamatite just like his staff. (adamatite is a virtually unbreakable stone)
Armor: A chestplate made of light gold that covers only his front.

Strengths: Fire Magic (He has an advantage over it)
Weakness: Earth Magic
Skills/Magic: Mostly wind based attacks. He has the ability to create and modify the wind in any way. He can also summon Djinn; Powerful little creatures that can create super powerful attacks. Kentu can control fire earth and water too but not very easily.

Personality: Humble and quiet. Not very outgoing but when he needs to he can take charge and lead a team to victory. He also has a very short temper that can be deadly sometimes.
Appearance: He has thick blonde hair covering part of his ears and starting to go down his neck. He wears a purple tunic with a gold chestplate that covers only his front. The sleeves on the tunic are long and open up on the end. He has a gold belt around his waist with two long strands that hang down a bit. For pants he has big baggy purple ones and black shoes. On his elbows and knees he has little gold rings. He looks kinda like this with a couple variations.
History: Ivan was born in the forest where his great great grandfatehr made the sacred staff. is parents died trying to save him from a pack of vicious tigers. They sacraficed their lives to get him into their house up the tall Oak.

Ivan grew up and when he was 13 he wandered to the meadow where the sacred staff was hidden. He picked it up and right when he did he felt a sence of power within him. He weilded it like an experinced samurai swinging his prized katana.

Ivan went out in the forest remembering his hate he ran to the cave he knew so well from his nightly nightmares. He ran in and slew every last tiger in there.

At the age of fourteen he could wield the staff and use its magic like he could breath the oxygen around him. He then left the forest to explore new worlds. He wandered around until he found his way to the land of Tsarmina. There He earned a little money and bought his two swords.

After that he left again. The life of the city was too boring for him. He left again and finally ended up in hyrule. He lived on hyrule field for a bit living off the wild but that was also too quiet for him. He left for the lost woods he had heard about from passerby travelers.

Once arrived he found the forest thick with creatures to fight and plenty to explore. He now waits in the forest for someone to wonder in and challenge him...

Name: Seryth Narovoy
Age: 27
Race: half elf
Sex: male
Hair: spiked light brown with highlights
Eyes: blue (fire red when in battle)
Weight: 198
Height: 6'1

Weapon: Two blades: Yasamna, his chief blade, and Shokora: his short blade.
Armor: Red enchanted breastplate

Strengths: agility, endurance, magic, countering and swordsmanship

Weakness: Strength, summoning, tactics, and weaponry

Skills/Magic:

Sinsha slash: Seryth lifts both of his blades in the air towards the heavens and yells out the name of the attack. A gigantic burst of lightning comes out of the air and fills his blades with electric power and energy in his body. He is put into a fit of rage and slashes continuously in every which way at the speed of light.

Sinsha Telepathy: Seryth enters his opponent's mind and drains all its brain waves for attack into his. He exchanges those waves for ones that would confuse his opponent, making him/her go into total bliss. The energy of the waves from his opponent combine with his, and he is three times more powerful than before. He goes into another fit of rage, slashing every which way.


Personality: Funny and good humored. Easy to get along with. Serious when appropriate.

History:
Maruki is a warrior who was abandoned from his village when he was young, from a great fire. He is now not sure where he should go, yet he believes that if he makes it to the Sacred Field of Talnar, he may get a hint of what his destiny may be. He's doing this because he thinks that something good will come out of it like his role model Souchi Maranmay, the Warrior of Second Chances.
For now, Maruki is trying to figure out what to do next. He thinks he should follow a similar path that Souchi went through. His sensei is unknown, but his style is known. He goes by the Ryu Kori Ran, which basically revolves around speed rather than brute strenght, and slowly wearing out the opponent. His Wakori blade's origin is unkown also. He has been using it ever since he was about 17.

Appearance: Wears a red headband under his spiked hair. His shoulder pads are made of iron and covered with tough leather. You already know of his chestplate. He wears a brown, silk tunic under his chestplate with long sleeves. His forearms are covered with a flexible steel. His thighs and calves are covered in cloth with more flexible steel. He wears leather boots that go up to his knees.

Name: Kentu
Age: 28
Race: Human/Werewolf
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Silver
Weight: 210
Height: 6'1"

Weapon: He has two nine shooter pistols with silver bullets in as ammunition. He also has a Dirk (A long knife, normally about 16 inches on the blade) strapped across his right thigh. Next to the Dirk he has a baton-like stake with a blade that shoots out about a foot. He also has mini throwing blades circling both his boots.
Armor:

Strengths: Fighting evil creatures such as vampires, werewolves, gargoyals, or any mystical creature like that.
Weakness: He can't control himself very well when he's a werewolf.
Skills/Magic: He can't do any magic, but he is very acrobatic and very strong. His werewolf nature stays with him even in his human form.

Personality: Very gruff. Really a man of few words. He is hasty and has one of those act first and ask questions later attitudes.
Appearance: He has thick hair parted in the front. He has a long coat that goes to the floor. Under that he wears a black shirt with black pants tucked into his boots. Around his waist and accross his chest he has ammunition for his two guns. On his thigh he has a dirk and a stake strapped loosly for quick use. Around each of his boots he has twenty small throwing knives. All of his weapons are hidden to keep an element of suprise.

History:As a kid he lived in a town terrorized by all sorts of evil creatures. When he was 6 his parents were takes by two gargoyals and never seen again. He grew up as a blacksmith and eventually learned to sue the weapons he made. At the age of 10 a vampire and a werewolf came to town. Kentu ran to try and protect the village but he was still too young to defend very well. He was bit by the werewolf. As soon as the townsmen found out they banished him never to return.

He wandered around the lands uses his skill to hunt until he found another village. He stayed for a few weeks and earned money by selling the game he hunted. Onme day he came accross a wierd store. When he went in he saw a gun for the first time in his life. He bought two and then used them to help him hunt. Then a week before the full moon he left againg not wanting anyone to find out what he was. Soon he relized his werewolf qualities stayed with him when he wasn't one.

By the age of 16 he headed back to the first villiage he lived in. He wanted to go back and find the gargoyals that took his parents. He walked about ten miles out of town and found an old fort. His rage overcame him and he slaughtered all the creatures in the fort. When he came out he was offered lots of gold and riches by the townsfolk. He then realized he could become a mercanary to make a living.

Now 12 years later he wanders around the lands seeking towns in need and destroying the evil creatures within them.

Here is my first character.


Name: Jaburo
Age: 20-30 no one's really sure.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair Color: Jet black
Eye Color: Blood red
Wieght: 189 lbs.
Hieght: 6'2''
Birth Date: August 13

Weapon: Two poison daggers
Armor: A black cloak

Strengths: speed, dodging, magic resistant, hiding, and jumping.
Weaknesses: summoning, bows, fist to fist, and steel weapons (except daggers).

Techniques:
1. Shadow Strike: hides in the shadows and strikes when you think the time is right. usually used for stabbing in the back.
2. Eternal Poisoning: stabs one with two poison daggers 12 times in different places, but leaves the user wide open while catching breath from the effort of the attack.
3. Frightining Glance: while hiding within the shadows you glare upon you enemy and try to use words to scare your foe into madness. unfortunitly it doesn't work very often but when it does, better have some good endurance.


Personality: what can be said about an assassin? blood thirsty, evil, horrifing, and of course hates everyone.

Bio: Some say he was born from hell it's self. No one really knows anything about his background. No one really even knows about him. He does such a clean job, well as clean as a assassin can do. He sometimes kills for fun yet if one pays him he will kill the target then kill the employer. His face has never been seen in day light before. He is always in shadow unless he delivers the final blow.
He leaves no trails and has slaughtered many. He has no friends for the one that he did have, he killed. Why did he kill his friend? Only him and his friend know. If he did have a family, They would be dead. He has no loved ones for if he did, they're also dead. You can just say anyone close to him is dead. His motto is 'keep my friends and enemies close and my loved ones closer so i can stab the all.'
It was said that he has one goal. That goal was to become evil enough to serve Hades. He won't stop killing untill he has acomplished his ultimate goal. Not even he knows what he is going to do if he ever meets his goal. but it is said that if he ever did, it would be a sign of the end of the world.

Name: Grath Ta’elin
Age: 23
Race: Goblin
Sex: Male
Hair: N/A
Eyes: Yellow with Black Pupils
Weight: 53 lbs.
Height: 3’11”

Weapon: Grath’s primary weapon is a wooden battleaxe with a metal spike at the tip of the bladed end. He also has a dagger with a bronze hilt.

Armor: Lightweight leather armor. He also wears a hooded cloak, allowing him to travel without attracting attention.

Strengths: In battle, Grath is very quick and stealthy. He also has a strange, unexplainable immunity to magic spells. While he can still be hurt by magical attacks, he is resistant to enchantments cast on him. He can see through magical illusions, as well. Grath also has other powers he himself is not yet aware of.

Weakness: Though quick, Grath’s attacks are not very powerful and rely heavily on the element of surprise. Also, being a goblin, Grath does not have very strong constitutions, and can easily be knocked to the ground by a few powerful hits.

Skills/Magic: None.

Personality: Despite his title, Grath is not exactly what you’d call a ‘hero’. It’s not that Grath is evil, merely apathetic, greedy, and a bit of a coward. Not at all concerned with saving innocent lives or destroying great evils, he would much rather kick back and enjoy a few drinks at the local pub than get his hands dirty. Still, at heart, he’s not all that violent or angry, like most goblins, and is actually quite friendly. Assuming you’re not trying to kill him. Or elven.

Appearance: For the most part, Grath has the appearance of your standard goblin: short, green, and ugly, for lack of better words. On his forehead, he bears a strange, red pentagram shaped birthmark. He wears some old, black leather armor that he’s had since he was a soldier in his goblin horde. To disguise his appearance, he wears a brown, hooded cloak. He usually carries his axe slung over his shoulder.

History:
My name is Grath Ta’elin and I’m a goblin. That’s right, a goblin. Green skin, pointed ears, the whole thing. Despite what elves and humans claim, not all of us violent, brainless lunatics, you know. If I were, I’d probably have chopped off your head by now.

Anyhow, off of that gruesome subject, I was born into the Ta’elin clan. Of course, I guess that’s pretty obvious, what with the name. I was never very motivated, so I never got promoted above grunt. Still, I was a pretty good fighter. Not that it was very important where I was.

You see my clan was in the employ of a powerful wizard. I believe he was named MalRaynos. This Raynos guy was looking for some workers to maintain and protect his castle for him. The guy was loaded in gold and the mountains he had chosen to build his castle on was so secluded, there were hardly any intruders. Naturally, goblins were the perfect workers.

So, the Ta’elin clan, along with a few other hordes, made a deal with MalRayanos to protect his castle, where he and his apprentices experimented with magic and stuff like that. And, for a while, the deal worked out pretty well. MalRaynos got his guards, we got gold. Of course, we should have suspected something was up.

It turns out MalRaynos wasn’t just some old man working on how to turn lead into gold. He was a dark wizard. Big surprise.

Well, once the neighboring kingdom of Vaulorin heard about this, they spared no time in setting out to destroy this dark menace. Hell, some elven warriors even joined them. Once they found out it was goblins that were guarding the fortress.

Of course, it wasn’t long before this all lead up to the traditional final battle between good and evil. The Battle of Rayna.

Thanks to the wizards’ magic and summons, we had Vaulorin’s army evenly matched. MalRaynos’ apprentices were much stronger than the opponent’s mages, and us goblins were no slouches when it came to hand-to-hand combat. For a while there, I thought we were almost winning. And that’s when it happened.

I’m still not exactly sure what happened. I know what I saw though: a huge explosion of light coming from the wizard’s castle. It hit everything on the battlefield, including yours truly. The blast knocked me out, and when I came to, everyone else, wizard or warrior, was dead. As far as I know, I was the only one who survived. That was five years ago.

Ever since then, I’ve been working as a mercenary from time to time, usually only when I need some money. The explosion that happened is still a mystery. A bigger mystery to me, though, is how I survived.

Some people have said it could have been an anti-magic field that was in the area, but that wouldn’t explain how the wizard’s were killed. Besides, that wasn’t the only time that magic hasn’t worked on me. And then there’s the pentagram theory.

See this one old goblin shaman’s convinced that I was immune to the magic because of this pentagram mark on my head. He says I’m supposed to be some kind of legendary hero. Like anyone would believe a goblin could be a hero. Hell, I’m a goblin and I don’t believe it. Still, the name always kind of stuck with me. I guess that’s why I’m called the goblin hero. I’m no hero, though. I’m just someone trying to survive.

*Approved by kinshin (sp?)*
Name: Josh kentu
Age: 13
Race: Demon Wolf
Sex: Male
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 90 lb
Height: 5 foot 3

Weapon: Sword
Armor:

Strengths: Quick and stealthy, very smart, and good hearing
Weakness: Weak, doesn't notice things around him
Skills/Magic: can turn his blade into an ice sword.

Personality: Stubborn, friendly, but when it comes down to some he loves getting hurt, he'll kill anything in his way
Appearance: Very young looking, wears a black kimono with a seith(sp?) attached to it. Brown wolf tail.

History: When Josh was born, the human family was surprised they had a demon for a baby. They put him on a mountian side, and left him there to die. When he woke up, he was surronded by wolves. The wolves took him in as their young. After years, He had grown up and was let out of the pack to explore the world on his own. He doesn't know HOW he got onto the mountian side, but he'll find the abondoners and kill them all. He was realeased at 10 years.

For the past 3 years, Josh has been lost and alone. He has never experianced what it feels like to have someone to love. He feels that he has no purpose on this world, and many times, tryed to kill himself. But he thinks of his foster family. And keeps serching to find the truth.

Kode, Aurora's little brother

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Approved by Kishin Thank you

"On the day of the child's birth, All shall be rent asunder; the very Earth shall feel the mothers travail. Life shall no longer find comfort, nor healing and those who know It shall feel the agony of Its dissonance"
Excerpt from The Prophecy
1st scroll, 5th chapter, 20th verse


Name: Kode (pronounced: koh-day)
Age: 16
Birthday: 5/20 New Era Year 389
Hair color: light brown
Eye color: blue
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180 lbs.

Weapon: The spirit sword, Zenryu - Given to him by Aurora (another of my characters), Zenryu chooses one master from each generation and changes its shape to suit its current wielder. Kode's version is a two-handed, black broadsword handle with a clear glowing pommelstone, and a handguard of four upward-sweeping, silver dragon claws. Beneath the handguard, is a narrow collar holding four elemental stones (fire, water, wind, and earth) each held in place by a fine latticework of silver. When not in use, the spirit sword is only a hilt, but when called upon, it produces a giant blade consisting of an element chosen by its wielder.
Armor: None

Strenghts: Tremendous chi power, skilled swordsman, trained in hand-to-hand combat by his adopted sister Aurora, and tutored in magic by Rruuv, the giant wolf summon (hopefully to be introed and approved later). Zenryu will obey only him.
Weaknesses: While possesing great natural talent and power, Kode is still an apprentice. He has limited stamina using magic, although the spirit sword allows for some conservation of energy. Cannont use elemental magic without the use of elemental stones.

Personality: Friendly, opinionated (frequently to the point of bull-headedness), easygoing overall, but with a hot temper if provoked. Although good hearted, Kode tends to hold grudges.
Appearance: Brownish colored apprentice cloak with hood, blue shirt, brown pants, and heavy brown leather travelling boots. His spirit sword hangs by a loop to a sturdy leather belt.

History: Kode was born in a quiet mountain village named Cedarvale. His father Strider was a member of the village counsil, and his mother Kayko the beautiful village healer. They were good people, well known and loved by the entire village. The happy couple had tried to have a child for several years, so when Kayko finally became pregnant, all of Cedarvale rejoiced with them.

About two months before Kayko was due to deliver, Aurora came to Cedarvale looking for the child spoken of in the Prophecy. The summoner knew from her studies that the time was close and the region where the child would be born, but not precisely where or to whom. As she passed through the village, Aurora met Kayko and the Ominae was intrigued by the lovely middle aged woman. By the end of the day, the two were fast friends, and the longer the two women talked, the more certain Aurora became that Kayko's child might indeed be the one she sought.

That evening, Aurora told Kayko and Strider of her suspicions about their child. She told them she had more villages to visit in order to be sure, but she would be back to see their baby soon after its birth. She also expressed her concern that if she was right, there would be those bent on destroying the child. Before she left the village, she warned Kayko to protect the child at all costs.

Two months passed, and Aurora found other no other real possibilities, so she turned again toward the mountain village of Cedarvale. She prayed that she would arrive in time to keep the small family safe.

Two days into her journey, Aurora collapsed with a scream of agony. She was
unconcious for three days. Later, she would discover that every person with chi talent was also mysteriously struck down at the same time due to a singular anomaly later named “The Divergence”. The severity of their ailments ranged from Aurora’s three day coma to severe migraines, based on the person’s level of power. When the summoner finally awoke, Valron informed her of what had happened, and fearing the worst, the pair flew off at top speed toward Cedarvale.

They were too late. The entire village had been annihilated. It was nothing more than a smoldering, flat ring of ash. Just as she was turning to leave, she detected a very faint life. After a near frantic search, she found a baby boy in what was once Kayko and Strider’s cellar. Kayko had taken great pains to protect her child from whatever had destroyed the village. She also left a short note for Aurora, expressing her faith that the Ominae would find her
newborn son, Kode, and protect him, pleading with her to make sure he would grow to be strong and good. Honoring a mother’s last plea and under Mage Silverhawk’s advisement, Aurora took the infant in, raising him herself.

To avoid trouble, so Kode could have a normal childhood, Aurora retreated to hide with the boy in the village of Greenvale, locking the bulk of her power deep within. She posed as a lower-class water summoner, and raised Kode as her younger brother. The only lies she allowed in his life concerned her. She told him of his parents, his village, and eventually, what had become of them all. When he decided to take the quest to become a summoner himself at a tender age, she began training him in swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, to prepare him for the journey.

On his sixteenth birthday, Kode began his summoner’s quest as Aurora’s apprentice. Along the way, he received the spirit sword, Zenryu, from Aurora. They joined with old and new allies, including Rruuv, the giant wolf, who tutored Kode in magic, and summoners from the temples. All to prepare him for a shared destiny the Ominae barely understood and the apprentice summoner knew nothing of.

I changed some things on my charcter, since, after it was approved, I was told to change a few things.

Name: Red Gimsley
Age: 33
Race: Elf/Human
Sex: Male
Hair:Red
Eye color: Green
Weight: 173 lb.
Height: 6' 4

Weapon: Bow, Katana
Armor: Super D

Strengths: Distance Fights, and Sword Play
Weaknesses: Not good at fist fighting. Slow, and rushes into things. 1 spell every 1/2 hour.
Skills/Magic: Life up, Build up spell, Super D, and On Target.

Personality: Normally quite and a little lazy. Hates to be wrong, leader not a follower. If he is put into some sort of an army, he sneaks away to fight for himself.

Appearence: Brown boots, and Brown robe like out-fit. Hair is messy, and wears a "lucky" black helmet most of the time.

History: When born, Red (really named John Gimsley) was heir to a throne. His mom was elf. His dad took one look at her when he was younger, and fell in love. Red's mom was the first ever elf qeen in the kingdom. Growing up, he was always spoiled and lazy. One of those rich people personalitys. Being the way he was, even some thunder could scare him. That was pretty much his life, until it was almost time. His parents were going to die soon. The king sent for his son, and gave him a book with maps, and war stragties in them. Not knowing what this was all about, he then went to the royal library, and started reading up. He found a book about past wars in his land. He obviously knew nothing about this, but when he opened and started reading, he became fascinated by all the different attack stratigies and things about the war. One thing he didn't like was the death part. He started looking at books about the people who died, and some he saw were the people he treated like fats when he was younger.

After his paraents died, he started on reading books for sword fighting. He then went down to the blacksmiths, and had him forge a very durable katana, one that wouldn't dull even after 50 years. After getting his sword, he started to stroll around the town, and at the corner of his eye, he saw this magnificent black helmet. Something inside of hime told him to buy it.

He considers it luck, because a few times, later on in life, he would be in battle, and an arrow would be shot at him, but it would miss, and hit his helmet, saving him.

Later on, he saw some people playing a game he was not familar with. He asked the people how is it played, and they said "You don't know what archery is?!" Red would reply no. They then said, "You take this thing called an arrow, and shoot it at that target, and get it as close to the middle as possible. If you learn how well enough, you could use that in the army." Although Red didn't know about archery, being part elf, it came naturally to him. The guys thought they were in for a laugh, but actually became speechless for a while. Finding out that he could use the bow and arrow, He made his own bow, with 20 arrows.

He then found a book about magic spells. He tried to learn them, and it turned out okay, but he can't use spells just like that, He has to wait 1/2 hour before he can use another one.

4 years later, after a lot of training by himself, he decided to give up being the king and fight for himself really. He didn't really want to be part of the army, he liked being by himself. He gave the job to his cousin Robbert, and left. He is now living wherever. He is always traveling, finding wars and battles. Sometimes though, he would have to join an army, but after the batte was over, or they lost, he would start to journey again. He is now currently looking for a nice town to finally settle down to.

Nephilim, The Forsaken

Name: Nephilim. A demonic outcast, forced to suffer extreme punishment for all eternity, in account with his breaking of the Ancient Laws.

Sex: Male. His outward appearance and facial features give him the disposition of higher intelligence and authority.

Age: Irrelevant. Actual dating can not be realistically given, but his birth lies within range of the Creation.

Hair: Silver strands of thin hair, about a neck’s length, usually worn in a natural cut in a sleek, downward style.

Eyes: Crimson. Other distinguishable features are a large pentagram carved into his palm and a scar running across his left cheek. Around his neck hangs a necklace, a golden inverted cross.

Appearance: Nephilim has the appearance of a normal human, with the exception of his long, silvery hair. His face is non-descript and flawless, albeit the scar across his face. He wears the traditional garb of a Hell-lord, long forgotten. This consists of black, tightly fitting chains with spikes protruding from odd angles wrapped around his entire body. His arms are clothed in arm-length gauntlets that have darkened runes outlined on the wrist. On his feet, he dons brown, folded boots. The odd appearance of the thorny chains is masked by a scarlet, wispy cloak that has its collar upturned to hide the bottom half of his face.

Weapon: The Twin Phantasm Blades, Agony and Ecstasy. They are both identically slender in form, their hilts shapely built to form the figure of serpents. Crafted by the ancient Celtics, the Twins both have a similar inscription on their blades, one in Celtic, one in Latin. This same inscription is located above the Gateway to Hell. Roughly translated, they both read:


I AM THE WAY INTO THE DOLEFUL CITY
I AM THE WAY UNTO ETERNAL GRIEF,
I AM THE WAY TO A FORSAKEN RACE.
JUSTICE IT WAS THAT MOVED MY GREAT CREATOR;
DIVINE OMNIPOTENCE CREATED ME,
AND HIGHEST WISDOM JOINED WITH PRIMAL LOVE.
BEFORE ME NOTHING BUT ETERNAL THINGS
WERE MADE, AND I SHALL LAST ETERNALLY
ABANDON ALL HOPE, THINE WHO BEAR WITNESS TO ME

Background:

B*stard. He had it coming to him. Had it coming to him. So did that whore.

Michelle stared at the corpse on her bed. Three vicious wounds were punctured in its forehead, as if made irregularly, angrily. She quickly tossed the gun under her pillow and dragged the body to her window. She opened the sill and tossed the bloodied body of her boyfriend off the landing. Ex-boyfriend, actually.

Had it coming to him. Kissing that whore. What was he thinking? Of course I’d be angry. I hope he suffered.

Footsteps encroached. Up the stairs. Her parents. Michelle’s mind raced.

They know.

Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt her heartbeat, pump faster and faster. Her mouth was dry. And the footsteps had reached the top of the landing.

Oh, God, they’ll find out! They’ll find out I killed him! I’ve got to get out of here!

She was hysterical. Thinking quickly, she pulled out her father’s revolver from under her pillow and drew it to her head. The sweet voice of her mother called out to the hall.

“Michelle, sweetie, are you in there? Your father’s missing his gun, you wouldn’t happen to know – “

BAM.

She felt…sunken. A sense of separation befell her as her being sunk downward, downward…She arrived at a steely gate in a barren wasteland. There were people there. No, not people, for they were ghastly and translucent. And there was a cloud of… what was it?...something, covering each of their faces. They were screaming as the cloud encircled their face, as if in horrible pain. What kind of place was this? She could not remember how she got here. The impulse to walk forward dominated her thoughts. As she walked, she got a closer look at these plagued souls.

Wasps?!

She let out a scream as she saw that the cloud consuming the faces of these…people were hornets and wasps. Why don’t they move? Swat them away? But they only lay there, screaming like wretches in the dark. Instantly, she knew where she was, as if a light had dawned on her with the striking realization of the bees constantly stinging the pour souls in this terrible canyon. She looked down upon herself. She too, had the appearance of a ghost, grey and translucent. She remembered now. He was kissing her. His tongue was in her mouth. Feeling her. A different girl? She’d show them both. She had a gun. Pulled the trigger. Then turned it upon her head.
She was in Hell. Two winged creatures swooped from the sky and grabbed her, their horned claws puncturing her skin, lifting her from the ground. She screamed in pain and terror. They clawed at her in mid-flight, ripping her ghostly skin open and drawing wispy blood. Could she die, though she was already dead? Was that possible? Frantic thoughts pounded into her mind.

They took her, the monstrous creatures, through the gates, and plummeted in a giant, circular incision in the floor. She sank, past walls of blood, faded screaming, moaning, anguish. The winged demons pierced her with their sharp talons, causing her to scream, wrench in pain. She screamed, all the way down, mortified by the sights of this place and paralyzed in pain. They came to a landing, the Seventh Circle of Hell, the Phelegethon, the river filled with boiling blood. She saw people struggling to climb along the shore and being shot by arrows until they sink under the bloody river. She began to weep, hysterically, shouting undeterminable things at the demons, while the shades howled in pain.

They brought her before a man with silver-white hair, dressed in a red cloak, collar upturned, so that only his hair and eyes were visible. His hands were in his pockets. He spoke, a voice of arrogance and nobility, of evil and disdain, his question aimed at Michelle.

“What is thine crime, insolent?”

“No, please, I didn’t mean to kill him. Don’t put me in there. Don’t put me in there!”

His cold, unfeeling eyes studied his subject. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from the demons. His very touch caused her pain, his fingers causing her skin to burn.

“You are my property, whelp. But your punishment is not yours alone.”

He pointed at the River.

“Yours and a million others, burning in Hell every minute of every day for eternity. ‘Tis mine punishment, too.”

He opened his cloak, where spiked chains were impaling his body, causing blood to spurt forth time he moved a muscle.

”Even we demons must pay for mortal sins. And now, you shall be cast into the river, where you shall not surface, where your essence shall be roasted until the Second Coming. I am Nephilim, a demon of the Old World. Welcome to Hell, sinner.”

She screamed as he grabbed her by the neck and cast her into the river, where she will bathe until cleansing is finished and the Endtime had come. Nephilim smiled, enticed by the absolute pain and anguish emanating from this pit. He bowed and spoke, as if to some unseen entity.

Thy will be done.

And so it had come to pass that the authority of the Phelegethon River was bestowed unto Nephilim. For eons he dealt harsh judgment unto the filthiest of souls, ruling his river with pride and dignity. The succubae, harpies, centaurs, and demons belonged to him. The infernal chain of command put all sections of the Legion in his jurisdiction, except one. Erotia, queen of the succubae, remained her own ruler because of her own autonomous being. She was an independent source in Hell’s hierarchy. Nephilim often resented her presence, for she would not take direct orders, and was often less than punishing when dealing with the shades. More often then not, she would keep them company by seducing them, then giving them such painful pleasure by raping them. Such are the ways of the succubus. Nephilim loathed them.

Near the dawning of the Year of Chattur’gha, rumors reached Nephilim that Erotia had actually released a shade into the outside world, an extreme breach of the Ancient Covenant. It was an outrage, unheard of. Nephilim knew that if Lucifer were to hear of this, it would be he who paid the price. He would act on his own accord, eradicating the problem himself. Thus, he traveled to the deepest point of the Phelegethon to speak to the Queen of Succubae.

“Erotia, strange rumors have taken flight. They speak of a shade given mortal form and being released into the realm of the living. You know of this?”

The seductive mistress shifted her posture and bent backward, inviting Nephilim, taunting him.

“Why would I tell you, who heat the Boiling Pit with your sadistic arrogance? Even if I deny it, you still may cast me in. Demons can not be trusted in the least..”

“Don’t talk to me this way. You are not above me, wench.”

Nephilim was finished with this conversation, assuming Erotia knew nothing of the freed shade. Perhaps it was just a rumor. Even if it wasn’t, hopefully there would be no way to trace him back to Phelegethon. He was on safe ground.

However, at this moment, Erotia was on foot, an effort to visit the most Hallowed Lucifer. Nephilim had perceived too much. She was not safe from the wrath of Satan if he found out. She would have to tell him everything. She smiled. But not everything is the truth.

Later in the cycle, Nephilim received summons from the Beast. He was to appear before Lucifer in order to present himself and his response to a dire issue. However annoyed he was, a request from Methastophaline is not taken lightly. He expected it to be a routine check-up on the River’s methods. When he appeared in the Ninth Circle, however, he was greeted by the worst. A representative cursed at him, howling at him in morose undertones.

“Is it not true that you, Nephilim, released a shade as a fugitive, gave him form and shape, and possessed his soul in order to fulfill selfish deeds?”

“What?! Surely, you can not think that –“

Erotia spoke, waving her body in fashionable posture.

“It’s true, milord. I saw it with mine eyes.”

Nephilim turned a hateful gaze of lucidity on her.

“Close your mouth, stupid whore. Your deception can not pass in the court of Hell.”

A dark figure emerged from the Lowest Circle of Hell, the Forbidden Area. Lucifer himself arose among them, the holiest of holy, in a place such as this? Nephilim immediately bowed before Him.

”Milord, surely you don’t believe such an outrageous claim from a lowly creature as this, do you?”

Lucifer wore a white dress shirt with a tailed black jacket and matching pants, as that of a maestro. His darkened halo stood above him, jagged and spiked. Few had ever seen Him. He only emerged from the Forbidden Chamber of Cocytus, where the most grievous sinners abode. Word had it that only three were contained, personally tortured in horrible ways by Lucifer. The three were Cassius, held in contempt of the great schism of Rome, Brutus, responsible for the assassination of Caesar, and lastly, Judas Iscariot, who dared betray the Lord amongst friends. Lucifer now opened His hallowed mouth and spoke, each word black and hateful.

“We have more than one witness, Hell-lord. Besides, Erotia is to be trusted. You know the price of breaking these ancient Covenants.”

“Milord, her trickery knows no bounds – She may have seduced - “

“Where are the Three Furies? Take this sinner away, to Eternal Suffrage, the worst of punishments – Crucify this one in the wastelands, a sign of those who bear witness to Hell’s true Testaments.”

At that, three naked women, with the wings of elongated ravens swooped from the ceiling of the caverns and seized him, wrapping him in the nails that Christ bore, fiercely whipping their sleek wings, faster and faster yet, carrying him to the frozen wastes, and suddenly nailed his limp and weakened form unto a slab of wood, whipping him with their tongues and screeching. As he was lifted from the Nine Circles, he could swear that he saw Erotia smirking, clearly, evidence that she had won. His cross was ignited with the hottest flame, and yet, he was frozen at the same time. He could not breathe. He could not see. He could not feel. He could not smell anything but his own blood, basking in the white-hot intensity of the punishment reserved for the worst of sinners. He would hang like this forever.

There he hung, screaming and weeping, for half of eternity and more, not having the will to move a muscle or think clearly. The pain was unbearable, yet he was forced to bear it, naked and alone. He had no willpower. He could merely succumb to the heat of the flame. But slowly, very slowly as the years passed, he was jaded by the flames. They no longer made him curse or shout or struggle. He was used to the constant scream of pain in his body when, for the first time, he noticed that one of the Furies had made an error. The nail in his right palm was not hammered in all the way.

At just the right angle, with the right amount of pressure, I may be able to pry this off.

And so he toiled, straining to work himself free of this curse, this bloodbath that he was constantly dealt every second. He strained his weakened arms, pulling, tearing away his flesh but loosening the nail in the process. After almost a decade, the nail came loose. His tears stopped. He moved his arm, waveringly, to his other nails and eventually pried them off using a combination of the force of his right arm conjoined with the leverage of the left. It was a gradual process, spanning nearly a month. When that was free, he worked on his feet, slowly tearing the wooden spikes from his body. His blood was choking him as it was burned and turned to gas. He had little else to breathe. He was asphyxiated and dry. After almost an entire year, he was free from his cross. He collapsed on the ground and fainted.

I am free.

It took months for him to heal. But as he did, only one thought dominated his mind: to make Erotia repent for her sin. He was crippled and exhausted, be he would battle her, if need be. Cut her filthy throat. He rose from the ground and looked around. He wasn’t in Hell anymore. He was in the Void, the Abolished Lands. He would have to find an active Gateway and descend into Hell to punish her. Cast her into his River. He would probably be punished even greater than the last, but he cared little. Drawing blood from the filthy whore was his goal. What happened next wouldn’t matter.

He would accept the consequence.

Stawi, approved by LadyElvenarcher

Stawi
Name: Stawi

Age: 20 (of 200)

Gender: Male

Race: A species of short humanoid people. They live to be 200 or so. Average height is ten year olds. Can change smaller appearances with magic. (eye color stuff, not like a sheik makeover.) It's hard to explain. I'll post a pic eventually. It's more meek elf looking than you would think.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Black

Affiliation: Self

Weapon: Throwing stars (the things ninjas use steriotypically.) Sword. The sword is about two feet long and looks like a star destroyer when viewed from point. (without the top part, would look symmetrical.) Can summon an elemental charge. The sword has to charge for 5 seconds before having the charge, then the sword glows the color associated with the element.

Clothing: Black pants, black shirt, black cloak with hood.

Personality: A depressed seriousness. Hates evrything.

Background: Comes from a royal family in another dimension. In the dimension, the prince is the protector of the public. He was sent to another dimension by a demon trying to take the throne. He's currently trying to find a way back. The demon was working for his king, and was originally sent to destroy him. The demons powers were not great enough to destroy stawi so he sent him to another dimension as not to be destroyed by his master. Stawi was the lone heir of the king, and the king was too old to protect the world so the demons took over easily. The demons are alert to the possibility that he might return. (the dimension is in the midieval age.)

Strength: Demons. He dealt with it a lot, so it only makes sense.

Weakness: Intense light.

Skills: None.

XD...just now am getting my here up here ...lol

Approved by SearanoX

Name:Vanda Evasiren
Age:Unknown but looks 15
Height:Aproxximatly 5' 9''
Race:Hylian
Sex:Male
Weight: 138 lbs w/o armor or weapons , 232 lbs w/ armor, 266 w/ weapons and armor
Weapons: Long Bow and Arrows,Long Sword,Scythe
Armor: Silver Colored Tunic,Chain Mail, Plate Mail, Gold Plated Steel Shield
Magic: He is not a sorcerer persay but he is ....aerokenetic(controls wind and air), Pyrokenetic (controls fire), Telekenetic (can move things with mind),Hydrokenetic( can control water with mind), Electrokenetic( can control lightning)
Strengths: Skills with weapons, Mind Abilities(kenesis), Strength
Weaknesses: Not very fast, head is exposed

Appearance: His short,golden blond hair moves like a field of grass when he is in a breeze or when moving swiftly but is otherwise still. His eyes of crystal blue can often be mistaken for actual water when viewed for too long and are one of the many things that make him different from most others. His light skin tone is not too pale and yet is not too dark either.

Bio: Vanda was born in the castle town of Wester where his parents were killed by a theif from a neighboring town. THis was more than 10,000 years ago however. Some where along the years Vanda was granted immortality..however he was able to be killed by the hands of another living being. Over the years of his life he joined the Wester Knights and was trained in the arts of archery and swordsmanship and easily mastered them. His great eye sight allows for him to nearly almost always hit his mark and his great strength allows him to lift almost any sword. He was also trained in pikesmanship which he converted into a specialized Scythe fighting style. He is also very well accomplished in the arts of kenesis. His mind has grown to allow him to control many things with it such as air,fire,water and lightning. He can also move objects with his mind.

Personality: Vanda is a apathetic person who seems not to care about many things. THe only emotion that he shows is happiness.While he shows no emotion deep inside he is a very caring person with a heart of gold. During his years of living he has grown very wise in the ways of people, nature, and spirits.

Name: Dawud Abdisua
Age: 21
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Thick Dark Hair
Eyes: Dark Olive ()_();
Weight: 195lbs (88.5 kg)
Height: 5'9” (175cm)

Weapon: Scimitar—Simple hilt made of brass...
...can use many things to create chemical compounds which
are “potentially dangerous and may cause personal injury or
death.” :0P'
Armor: Cleat-like boots, thick leather belt upon which hangs some smaller
oddments, breastplate of some light material, light helm, a shield which is
made of a super-compressed wood—unburnable.

Strengths: Has a firm faith in God and God's ability to guide him.
Weakness: Can become spiritually arrogant, making him lose sight of his
purpose.
Skills/Magic: Praying deeply restores his strength, and quoting Scripture brings
him guidance.

Personality: This fellow is NOT your ordinary fighter. He is confident, yet not self-
confident...has some store of wisdom yet does not rely on his own
wisdom most—but rather what he has learned from the Scriptures.
Sometimes cares a bit too much about his opponent's well-being for
his own good, but this is a trait—and can be both a strength AND a
weakness.
Appearance: Dawud wears the scimitar by his side, usually concealed beneath his
simple blue cloak. He is a no-frills kind of guy, is dark skinned (being
of Arab descent), has a close-trimmed, black beard, and is of a goodly
build—being neither slim nor overly built.

History: Born the third son in a family of seven (four girls were born before him),
Dawud had grown accustomed to the way of a Muslim. At the age of 15,
he contracted a disease which, by the time he turned 17, had crippled the
entire left side of his body. He neither believed that he would live another
year nor did he desire to...not in that condition. He cried out to God to
restore him, so that he might be able to serve Him better...and actually LIVE a life... The best
physicians were sought to bring him back to health, but nothing could be
done for him. He went to Maccah and AlKhabba within two months of his 17th
birthday, and cried out to God in his heart for freedom from the bonds of this bodily death...but to no avail. His family sacrificed to God ... and prayed diligently ... but..nothing.. nothing happened.

After returning from Maccah, a few more months went by, and he was drawn to read AlQuran more and more—to gain some comfort from the wisdom of the words
contained therein. He read about Ibrahim (PBUH) and he read about Mohammed (PBUH). And then...he read about the blind, the deaf, the sick, and the crippled...the lame, just as he was, ...being healed. And by whom? By this Jew named Jesus. A prophet, in truth, so PBUH.

Indeed, the love this one Jew showed to those he went to, by healing all who were in need who had the faith to be healed...that love was unmistakable. Dawud knew that God loved him—how could he not? He felt his love in all that he had formerly done.

Soon, reading and rereading what AlQuran said about this Yeshua, this Jesus (PBUH), Dawud realized that these miracles were demonstrations of God's love! Would God heal him, also? He had tried doctors, he had tried the Holy Pilgrimage...but...had he tried Jesus (PBUH)? NO! And why hadn't he?? It seemed so logical to him, that this same Jesus (PBUH) whom God had given the power to heal, could also (being in Jannah, being in Heaven—as the Quran testiphied) heal him!

That night, in secret, Dawud called out to God, and then asked Him to let him speak to this ascended Jewish prophet, Jesus (PBUH). Was it wrong for him to do this? That's what he wondered, and feared, but how could it be wrong to seek God's love? Surely, there was no sin in this..?

Desperate for healing, Dawud continued to ask of Jesus (PBUH), through God, for healing.

Then, he went to sleep.

That night, he had a dream. His whole field of vision was darkness, but then, in the distance, a light began to grow. As it drew nearer, he realized that it was the image of a man, coming quickly to him! At length, the man who shown like polished brass and whose eyes were like burning coals of fire spoke to him.

“Dawud. Dawud.”
Dawud answered hesitantly, “Here I am, sir.” He could not help but bow his crippled body down further to the floor of this dream-area.
“Dawud, my son, I am Jesus, whom you called for healing from. You have read of me, of all that I did for those who were in need. Beloved, arise!”
Dawud was too stunned to speak or stir.
“ARISE! Your faith has made you well! Your sins be forgiven you!! Rise up, and WALK!”
And Dawud, with the faith of a little child, and tears now pouring from his eyes, began to rise up, and strength was in his limbs, and blood coursed hot and red through his veins and he was fully restored—indeed, stronger than he had ever realized he would have been!
“MASTER!!!” Dawud cried out, and fell once more at the feet of this Jesus, who had healed him.
And Jesus, laying his hand upon his head, prayed a prayer of thanksgiving to God for him, and then spoke clearly to Dawud:
“Friend, do not lay there any longer. In your strength you will serve me, and from your weakness will come forth a greater strength and submission. For know this, that today you have seen God. For to know me is to know my Father. Now, GO! I send you as a firebrand unto the nations!! There is a time for peace and a time for war. The time has come for a reckoning on the earth. All who hear your words—which will come from me—and believe, shall be saved. But those who cast off my words which I will give you, shall be cast out themselves into utter darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. And lo, I am with you always—even unto the end of the age.”

...

And from that day forward, Dawud Abdisua went about the earth, seeking those who would hear the good news, and defending himself against all his adversaries--fighting the good fight of faith.

ok i made this charicter a few days ago but forgot to post it so here:

Name:Kalamize Mitchiton
Name He Is Called By: Dashi
Age:22
Race:Hyrulian
Sex:Male
Hair:short and brown
Eyes:a persing blue
Weight:8 stone (i only know stone)
Height:6'2"

Weapon: He holds a Double Bladed Sword of katashi, Picture at bottom, more description in history
Armor: He wears a strong leather armour that cannot be easily broken, it keeps him lightweight so he can still move quick on his feet

Strengths:He knows some skills from every race, hes very quick and accurate
Weakness:hes sometimes clumsy casing him to trip over only sometimes, and he has a fear of heights
Skills/Magic:

Dashi has learnt different skills from different races

Zorarangy concetrating his energy he can conjour a zora boomerang to use (like the ones on the zoras arms in MM) although he hasnt mastered it therfore he sometimes makes a mistake when throwing it

Goron Charge: By focusing he can make a full powered charge like a goron to knock his oppoent back and sometimes weaken them greatly, but when he focusing hes vunerable for a few seconds

Kokiri Speed: The kokiri taught him a skill about shuting out all distractions being able to move up to twice his normal speed, although the downside is that he can quickly tire using this skill

Gerudo Stealth: With this he make temporarily invisible to the naked eye, but as all skils there is something that can make it go wrong, with this its a counter the right combination of words could put him back in his place

Dashi has no magic Yet

Personality: He is a nice guy who is shy around others but is caring once you get to know him, he is determained and will do anything to win and will not give up easily

Appearance: He looks about the same as any 22 year old man, still young, brown hair and blue eyes, he wears some light leather armour all over him and has a strap on his bak where his double bladed sword goes.

History: Dashi was a normal hylilian until he was found to be "the legendary one" this one was supposed to be the one that would day leave the town and fight for his peoples right, so as Dashi left the town after promising his family someday he would return, he knew what he must do, but first he had a plan, he went to all the races in hyrule to learn skils, the Zoras taught him the Zorarang, The gorons taught him goron charge, the kokiri taught him Kokiri Speed, and finaly the gerudo's taught him Gerudo Steath,one day when he was training in an open field he felt a presence, the wind picked up and blew him off his feet he hit his head and got knocked out, when he woke up he was in tht field, bleeding heavily, and next to him was the double bladed sword of katashi, the blade had a cloth rapped handle and blades on each side, the blade sliced throught anything like a knife through butter, it was forged of the strongest steel, and it was his, when he touched it he was filled and almost instantly healed, he knew what he had to do, he wasnt fighting for his town, he had to fight for all that was right. And until this day he has fought, until he got to this town where he under took training in the school here, and prepared for battles.

This is probably my best character yet. I'm very proud of her. *grins*

Name: Reyn

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown

Species: Unknown

Height: 6’1”

Weight: 140 lbs.

Hair color: Navy blue with silver streaks

Eye color: The deepest blue

Weapons: Sterren – Astral sword infused with the power of the cosmos. It has a 3-foot, curved blade that has stars, moons, and other stellar bodies etched into it. The hilt is made of pure silver and has a diamond embedded in the pommel.
Manen – Sterren’s twin
Diamant – Double-bladed astral sword formed by the fusion of Sterren and Manen. The blades still retain the original characteristics of Sterren and Manen, the only difference being the color change of the weapon from silver to golden.

Appearance: Earthly form – While on Earth, Reyn has shoulder-length hair and a slightly tan complexion. She dresses like a typical earthly teenager, which usually means just blue jeans, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. The only thing that marks her as unearthly (besides her twin swords that she has strapped to her back) is the silver half-moon pendant she wears on a silver chain around her neck. Reyn does not yet know what powers lie sealed within the pendant; she just knows that she was born wearing it.
Astral Form – Reyn’s astral form is extremely different from her earthly one. Her hair becomes extremely long, about her body height, and she wears it tied back with a navy blue ribbon. She also gains a pair of shimmering wings crafted of only the purest light (like faerie wings ^^). Her clothes change from normal teenage clothes to deep navy blue pants and sleeveless shirt with a sheer, silvery, sleeveless dress over them, but the dress is more for show than anything else. Her skin also becomes considerably paler, almost white. But the most prominent and striking feature of Reyn’s astral form is the brilliant, golden star emblazoned on her forehead, which has mysterious powers that even Reyn herself doesn’t know. Just a side note: Reyn can shift into her astral form on Earth, but she cannot stay in it for very long. A side effect of Earth on her astral form is massive energy loss.

Personality: Very quiet and introverted, Reyn has a tendency to lapse into deep thought even in the midst of battle. She usually keeps a tight control over her emotions, but when she does lose control, traumatic things can happen to herself as well as to her opponents. Her most burdening concerns are usually her brother, Ryen’s, whereabouts and actions
.
History: The cosmos.

A vastness that stretches on to infinity. A great, black void decorated with shining pinpoints of light called stars, around which revolve planets and their moons. The astral bodies flow gracefully in their great dance across Time, a perfectly balanced symphony of harmony and order.

Within a corner of this magnificent universe, two stars that have reached the culmination of their dance move slowly toward each other, attracted by their unbalanced gravitational forces. They are both content and at peace with their imminent demise, for they know that new life will spring from the ashes of their destruction. Nearer and nearer they come, the space around them both practically pulsing with the energy emanating from the two heavenly bodies. Finally, they collide and, in their ensuing implosion, two tiny ovules of light are formed.

Time moves on, heeding not the two specks of life slowly developing through the ages. She trails her fingers through the universe, stirring and encouraging the cosmic bodies and keeping them flowing in their dance. And then, unbeknownst to Time, she briefly touches the two floating ovules. Light erupts from them, ripping apart the thin membrane of light and allowing the two newborn astral beings to slip free.

* * * * *

And thus, the astral twins, Reyn and Ryen, were born, the twins fated to shake the very foundations of the universe. They emerged from their cocoons of light wearing a half-moon pendant that complimented the other’s, and on these pendants were engraved their names. The moment they saw each other, a bond immediately formed; they instinctively knew they were siblings.

Ryen was always very protective of Reyn and never let her stray far from his sight. Together, they wandered through the universe, fearing nothing. Why should they when they’d never known fear? They admired the beauty of the cosmos, their beloved home, and grew closer and closer as siblings.

And then, one day, they happened upon a little planet called Earth.

The two of them hovered far above Earth, contemplating what to do, for they sensed other life forms on the planet. Never before had they encountered other life. After much thought, Ryen reluctantly told Reyn to wait for him while he descended to Earth to make sure it was safe. Reyn agreed and watched her brother’s form fade through Earth’s atmosphere.

Years passed, yet they seemed like only minutes to Reyn. She began to worry; Ryen had not returned. For the first time, Reyn began to experience fear; its icy grip clamped onto her entire being and refused to let go. She was torn between the desire to obey her brother’s instructions and the fear for her brother’s safety. Giving in to the fear, Reyn went to Earth to search for Ryen.

* * * * *

She plunged through the atmosphere, the air rushing past her. It was such an exhilarating feeling that Reyn didn’t notice her energy loss until it was too late. Her breath seemed to freeze in her lungs and her heart rate increased rapidly until her strength gave out. Tumbling through the air at an incredible speed, Reyn smashed into a bare patch of ground and lay there unmoving.

After a few hours had passed, Reyn groaned and opened her eyes. A figure was moving toward her. Reyn’s eyes widened in disbelief, and she gasped.

It was Ryen.

Yet Reyn sensed something was…wrong about him. He seemed…dark and menacing; he was not smiling. And the star on his forehead…

It was black.

Weak as she was, Reyn couldn’t stand; she couldn’t even sit up. Her brother reached her side and knelt down to take her hand in his own. With his other hand, he gently stroked her head. Reyn breathed a question.

“Ryen, how is it that you are able to move about normally? I can barely function.”

Ryen smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes which remained cold. “Reyn, my sister, I know of a way to withstand the harsh conditions of this planet. Come with me. I know someone who can help you.”

Reyn's eyes narrowed slightly. His voice...there was something...not right about it. She tried to keep him talking. “And who is this someone that can help me?”

For some reason unknown to Reyn, she could feel a raging ardor emanating from her brother greater than any she’d ever felt before. His voice spoke a name with reverence and adoration. “Lucifer.”

Something deep within Reyn screamed that this Lucifer Ryen spoke of was pure evil. She attempted to somehow move away from Ryen, but her weakness prevented her from doing so.

“No, Ryen. I don’t want anything to do with this Lucifer. I just want to go back home and live like we always have.”

Ryen laughed, a deep, evil chuckle. “No, Reyn. You’re wrong. Lucifer is everything, and you are going to meet him right now!”

Gripping her wrist painfully, Ryen dragged Reyn directly into the earth. Down, down, down they descended, the heat becoming more apparent the farther they went. Fire and sulfur swirled everywhere, irritating Reyn’s air passageways and causing her to cough uncontrollably. Ryen took her deeper, through the different circles of Hell, and the whole way, Reyn screamed in between her sporadic fits of coughing.

The screams of the tortured souls assaulted Reyn’s ears, and the images of roaring, cackling, jeering demons assailed her eyes. The smell of blood and rotting corpses hung heavily over everything. It was a nightmare.

Ryen’s grip was like iron; Reyn could not break free no matter what she did. She shut her eyes against her surroundings, and a single tear rolled down her cheek. How could this be happening? After what seemed like an eternity, Ryen stopped and dropped Reyn onto the warm, stone floor of…

“Cocytus. Here is where Lucifer resides. He comes.”

But before Reyn ever saw the Deceiver, she screamed, louder and longer than any of her previous ones, and a blinding light burst forth from the star on her forehead. Nearby demons fled in terror; they feared that the entire Host of Heaven had invaded. As Reyn continued to scream, the light bathed her body and took her out of Hell.

* * * * *

When she awoke, Reyn found herself in a field of golden sunflowers. She stood up and found that, because of her height, she could easily see over the splendid petals. She also noticed that she could breathe normally now and that her appearance was greatly changed. She no longer had her majestic wings, her long, glorious hair, or the curious, golden star on her forehead. Her skin color was much darker, and her clothing was drastically different, though she felt comfortable in it. She put a hand to her neck and found, to her relief, that she still possessed her half-moon pendant.

As she stood there fingering it pensively, something descended from the sky…something that had the look of an astral being. The thing landed across from her and stared into her deep blue eyes compassionately. Silence reigned for a few moments before the newcomer spoke.

“Peace be with you, Reyn Starchild! I am Gabriel, an angel of the Lord Most High, Jehovah. He knows what you have just been through, and He wishes to help you. You, Reyn, can have a chance for a new life serving the Lord if only you will accept His gracious offer. Your brother, I fear…is beyond help. He willing gave his soul to the Serpent.”

Reyn listened half-heartedly to Gabriel’s speech until he mentioned her brother selling his soul. Emotion welled up within her, and she allowed it to overwhelm her.

“Jehovah. The Most High. He offers help, does He?”

Reyn clenched her fists tightly at her sides and trembled with anger, rage, and sadness.

“Where was He when my brother relinquished his soul?! Where was He when my brother dragged me into Hell so I could do the same?! Where was He…?”

She trailed off and suddenly collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her face. Her entire body shook with sobs. She threw back her head, causing tears to fly everywhere, and screamed.

“OH, RYEN!!!! WHY???!!!” She put her face on the ground and dug her fingers into the moist dirt, whispering between sobs. “Why, Ryen? Why? Ryen…Ryen…”

Gabriel attempted to comfort Reyn. “Reyn, God can—”

“SHUT UP!!!”

Reyn shook with indignation as she fixed her now puffy and reddened eyes on the angel.

“I don’t care about you, God, Lucifer, good, evil, any of it! All I care about is my brother! And no one is going to stop me from getting him back!”

Gabriel only nodded once in resignation and faded away.

Barely a moment after the angel had left, Reyn’s pendant glowed and two twin swords materialized in her hands. As if she had known them all her long life, she called them by name.

“Sterren and Manen, I will use you and my astral powers to find my brother.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I will find you, Ryen, and when I do, you’d better be ready!”

* * * * *

From that moment on, Reyn wandered the universe in search of Ryen, her brother. She was never really sure what she would do when she finally found him. The only thing that matters to her is the finding. What occurs after will happen as it happens.

Name: Crescent
Age: unknown; appears to be in mid-twenties
Race: half drow(dark elf)/half Moon Elf
Sex: female
Hair: Shadow form: Black; True form: White
Eyes: Shadow Form: Amethyst; True Form: All White (no pupils and has an odd glow to them)
Weight: Shadow Form: 110 lbs; True Form: 170 lbs
Height: Shadow Form: 6 foot; True Form: 5 foot, 10 inches

Weapons:
Eclipse Blades:
Apollo:
~is a scimitar
~is only obtained through Crescent’s transformation
~Crescent only uses it and its sister scimitar (Artemis) in her true form
~looks identical to its sister scimitar (black blades with white metallic handles, which have the name of the scimitar inscribed into the handle)
~is concealed in Crescent’s legs, and only becomes visible in her true form
~at Crescent’s will, it can become engulfed with flames
~will burn anyone other than Crescent

Artemis:
~is a scimitar
~is only obtained through Crescent’s transformation
~Crescent only uses it and its brother scimitar (Apollo) in her true form
~looks identical to its brother scimitar
~is concealed in Crescent’s legs, and only becomes visible in her true form
~at Crescent’s will, blade will become poisoned
~if falls from hand, Crescent can make scimitar either return to her hand or float and attack opponent

Armor: (none)

Strengths:
Shadow Form:
~very lithe and graceful
~Crescent sends off a magical allure to the opposite sex

True Form:
~Crescent is very strong
~She has decent speed

Weakness:
Shadow Form:
~Crescent has very little physical strength when in her neutral state
~transformation

True Form:
~highly over confident
~very greedy
~power-hungry
~Somewhat slow compared to other elves and demons in magic casting
~through physical exertions she may tend to overtire herself
~may be forced into transformation holy objects

Abilities:
[i]Physical:

True Form:
~can see in the dark and in daylight
~wings can act as a shield
~can bite with her vicious demonic fangs
~can pick up an opponent (max. weight of the opponent is 250 lbs.) and drop them from a height (pending on how much opponent weighs)

Magical:
Shadow Form:
~Crescent sends off a magical allure to the opposite sex
~crescent stone enables healing powers
~is telepathic (can talk to others without speaking, and it can only be heard in her and the receiver(s)’s mind)
~can transform into true form

True Form:
~if Crescent begins to become weary, she can bite her opponent and regain some of her stamina in the after buzz of the bloods taste
~She can create a ball of dark energy, and when thrown will burn and temporarily blind opponent (depending on how strong the opponent is temporary blindness can last anywhere from 20 seconds to 20 minutes)
~crescent stone enables telepathy
~using the white-healing energy that emanates in crescent stone, she can use healing powers to, well, heal both herself and her minions/allies
~if she snaps her fingers a fire will magically appear in her hand, and if concentrated, can become a ball of fire (uses this mainly to cause havoc on towns or forests since ball of fire is not heat-seeking and it’s a slow projectile, so it’s easily dodged)
~if concentrates, she can make poison flow into her fangs, and if she bites opponent, poison will flow through opponents body (depending on how long she concentrated the poison, it can either make opponent slower or feint)
~can transform into shadow form

Personality: tends to be merciless, underneath hard exterior lies an inner feeling of remorse, which Crescent calls her “Elven side”, shall only fight if provoked or asked to by the Demon Council, is over confident and takes failure harder than she should, cannot see herself ever being “good”, but has doubts of what it is she’s doing

Appearance:
Neutral state (a.k.a. Shadow Form):
In Crescent’s neutral state, she's tall (6 foot), shapely (has an ample bosom, is thin), has long full black hair that reaches all the way to her ankles, has white soft skin, has purple-amethyst-like eyes with thin black eyebrows above them, has elf-like ears that extend an inch from her head, she has a stone in the middle of her forehead just above the bridge of her nose that is shaped like a crescent moon that is an onyx-like-black, and she usually wears a leather halter top and leather short-shorts that are black. She is seemingly a sweet, pretty woman, but she always covets power, and will use her body as a way to get it, but if she can't, she will transform into her aggressive state.

Transformation:
When Crescent transforms into her true form, she will arch her upper body forward, her hair will start to rise 'till it floats above her head (which will rapidly turn white during the entire process), her pale skin will rapidly turn black, her body will begun to bulge with muscles, a ripping sound will be heard, and then her upper body will jerk backward as her leathery wings spring from her back, she’ll clutch her thighs and pull out two scimitars from her legs, her eyes will turn all white (no pupil or anything), and the stone on her forehead will kind of ‘burn’ white. This takes 30 seconds and appears to be a painful process, but it only hurts Eclipse to change into her shadow form, which is the vice-versa of the process to turn into her true form.

Aggressive State (a.k.a. True Form):
In Crescent’s aggressive state, she’s slightly shorter than her neutral state (5 foot, 10 inches), is shapely, has rippling muscles, she has long white hair that reaches to her ankles, has coarse black skin, has all-white eyes (no pupils or anything, but can see in the dark and in daylight), long elf-like ears (slightly longer than in neutral state and also stick upwards more), the crescent stone is a bright white in the middle her black forehead, she has leathery wings like a bat that can carry up to 250 pounds (they have a wingspan of 12 ft.), her fang teeth are as long as most demons’ are (about an inch long), her weapons are two scimitars (both have black blades and have white-metallic-like handles) and she is usually wearing a black leather halter top and leather short-shorts. She appears to be a demon or a drow (a.k.a: a dark elf) and is highly vicious and greedy, and usually is only in her true form when she plans to kill someone.


History:
Crescent:
Parents:
Mother:
Her mother’s name was Azhure, and she was a moon elf (had white skin, white hair, amethyst eyes, thin, shapely, appeared very weak, had healing powers). Azhure was fooled by Crescent’s father (Demetrious) and gave birth to the abomination that is Crescent. She was of a rich noble family, and always longed for adventure, so that when Demetrious appeared in her town (Luna) and offered her a way to see the world she longed, she of course went with him. As they were on the road, Azhure fell in love with him, and a month later, she was pregnant. A month before Crescent was born, Demetrious left Azhure in the middle of the night without even leaving a note, and she was stranded at an inn with no money and no way to get back home. Azhure, the determined woman that she was, refused to give birth in that inn with no way to even feed it, so she started walking the road back home. Eventually, a merchant (Jack) took pity on the elf and gave her a ride on his wagon, but he fell in love with Azhure on the road, and Azhure agreed to marry the human (she was desperate, and did not truly wish to return to her family who probably had no idea where she had been and would be ashamed of Azhure who was giving birth to an illegitimate child), and gave birth to Crescent a week later. Afterwards, she lived in Jack’s mansion (he was a very well to do merchant) until her death.

Father:
Her father’s name is Demetrious, and he is a fire demon. He came to Crescent’s mother in his shadow form (white skin, black hair, blue eyes, appears very muscular and strong, very handsome, elf-ears (stick out more horizontally than demon-ears), soft skin), but came to his daughter in his true form (black skin, no hair, all-red eyes, leathery-bat-wings, lean and muscular, pulls a spear from back, long upper- and lower-fangs, demon ears, coarse skin). He bred with Azhure with the primary intention of creating Crescent, the one who would make the demons the rulers and the elves the slaves (presently Elves are the governing force in the land and demons are slaves). He never loved Azhure, but he knew Azhure would be attracted to him because of his magical allure to the opposite sex. And he chose Azhure, because he knew that she carried in her the bloodline of the ancient Elf Mystics that had banished the demons in the first place, but the bloodline had grown thin and could only be revived through the awakening powers of demon blood (it makes all magic within the genes viable/useable). A month before Crescent’s birth, he was called by the present demon council to discuss the plans for Crescent. He did not return for his daughter until she was three, the ripe age to begin teaching her the dark arts of demons. Now and again, he appears to her, but only to guide her/to tell her the council’s demands/requests, not to talk to her like a father or have father-daughter moments. He is jealous of his daughter’s future and power and only seeks to use her to further himself on the demonic ladder.

Birth:
Crescent was born one week early, at the exact moment the sun and moon completely eclipsed, on the open road to her step-father’s mansion. When her mother looked up at the sky afterwards (eclipses don’t hurt Elven eyes), the eclipse was slowly fading away and you could see a crescent of the sun, hence what Azhure named her daughter. She was born with dark skin, white hair, and all-white eyes, and an odd crescent-shaped stone upon her forehead (which also influenced her name) and Azhure was sure that this was not her daughter, because it looked just like a drow, and she was pretty sure that Demetrius wasn’t a drow and that she definitely wasn’t a drow. But she was convinced by the midwife that this was her daughter, and that this abomination was of Azure’s blood.

Childhood:
For the first three years of Crescent’s life, she lived with her mother (who disdained her) and her step father (who was a traveling merchant and was almost never home) in her step father’s mansion. She was mainly cared for by one of the human slaves, who was named Leona, and that was the only love she had ever known. Azhure liked to keep Crescent’s white hair short, almost like a boy’s cut, except with long bangs to cover up the crescent-stone on her daughter’s forehead, she always had Crescent dressed in clothes that would cover up most of her daughter’s black skin (even in the hottest of weathers), always made her wear a hat (so people would have a hard time seeing her daughter’s all-white eyes), and, despite her mother, Crescent was naturally strong and muscular. When Crescent was three and was asleep in her bed, she was awoken by a stirring in the room. She looked about with her eyes (which could see in the dark) and saw the strange demon in her room. Even before learning what demons were, she just simply knew that he was a demon, whoever he might be. It presented himself before her bed, and spoke, almost in a hiss, and asked her simple questions like what her name was, how old she was, what her mother’s name was, ect. But then he started to ask her more difficult questions (like do you love your mother, would you care if she died, do you want to leave your mother, ect.) and she shrewdly asked him questions in turn (like what’s it to you, who are you, what are you doing here, ect.) and he finally revealed that he was her birth father, that he was the reason she looked the way she did, and that he was there to take her to his home. She quickly agreed and disappeared that night. The next 10 years, Demetrious taught his daughter everything about demons, and taught her how to make her wings grow, and how to fly, how to use her magic, how to learn about her own magic, and what it meant to be a drow (a.k.a. a dark elf). She learned even more quickly than Demetrious himself did, and that made him curious (“Was it her Elven blood that helped her learn so quickly?”), jealous (“I can’t believe it, she’s surpassing even me. That’s not possible”), and proud (“My daughter is meant for so many great things”) all at the same time. After learning all she could from her father she began traveling the world in her shadow form, searching for ways to become powerful.

Adulthood:
At the ripe age of 14, Crescent was already one of the most powerful demons of the Seven Hells, and the council of Demon Lords called her to a meeting. There, she was tested by the many Lords, and she survived each struggle for her life, even killing the Lord of the Third Hell. They felt that she had proved her worth for all the trouble they went to, to conspire her birth, and basically to guarantee her survival in the many dimensions of worlds, so they offered her to become an esteemed assassin for their cause. She was given many riches, and a few Lords offered her love and lusts, but she refused until the day her father convinced her to accept. Although she never revealed it, she highly revered her father and wanted him to love her, and she was willing to do anything to make that happen, and if guaranteeing her entry to hell was a cost, she was willing to pay.

Yay, I got approved.
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Race: Human (That's a new one)

Age: 15

Sex: Male

Height: 5'12"

Weight: 145lbs

Date of Birth: 1/12/89

Current Year: 2004
Weapons: Twin short Katana's, Shi-Oh and Unisaki.

Biography: Growing up, Alexander was a hated object only by his father, and his mother was currently dead. Their family ran a small dojo in California of the U.S.A near the coast. His brother was the only member in the family that liked Alex, mostly because the only remaining family members was he, his brother Shane, and his father. His brother, was an honor to have by his father who still lived in the past of the world. If he did the slightest thing wrong, Alex would be punched, kicked, slashed with his father's sword at harsh levels. Finally being able to move with in with a pen-pal over in Japan by running away after years of learning the language and arranging for the payment to even get over there, it was successful and he never heard from his dad again. His brother gave him two identical short katanas, something he was profficient in, and dear to him.
Alex did a lot of exploring, and he finally was able to grab his true personality. He was usually happy and playful, and he couldn't help but stare at a few girls. One day, he ran into a girl from the Divinity School, a dojo that fostered young people's ability with sword(s). Training hard with them, he quickly learned to use his "Ki" energy to good uses. He befriended a lot of guys and girls a like, but he liked to enjoy his stay at a girls dorm with his pen-pal, Keitaro Urashima. The girls there found a place in their heart for Keitaro and Alex, however small it was.
A new resident came to the dorm, and Alex was labelled a pervert due to a problem tripping down stairs when she walked up to the dorm occasionally. She was a pretty girl named Minski, with long very light brown hair.
Inviting Alex to come to her father's house unexpectadly, along with another girl Alex's age named Shinobu Maehara, and a friend from school named Rena Mototoku, ran into a small runic tablet that Minski's father, a scientist with this weird idea of a co-existing world. When the tablets reacted to Alex's swords, the three of them become trapped in the new world for a long time, finally finding a way out. What exactly happened to others is still a mystery, since it was only a month in their world's time that stayed put. But they claim, through this journey into a seemingly inreal world with swords and magic, they have fostered a deep relationship with eachother, and one girl is interested in more than friendship.

Appearance: Short brown hair that covers most of his forehead, and sharp blue eyes and a light build and olive skinned. Unknowingly attractive, and showing little signs of being a double of Keitaro. Clothing is usually sleevless shirts, each with a plain color and jeans. While practicing at Divinity School, and after, he wears Kendo robes and a straw Chinese style hat. In the other world, he wore elvish clothing with a cloak, and the style was very decorated.

Personality: Likes to joke around a lot, especially with girls, but knows when to be serious. Has a kind heart, and will never intentionally hurt someone. When battle starts, and someone's life is at risk, gives his all to defeat the threat.

Bleh, just another character to add to my list..

Name: Sehzyn
Sex: Male
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown (Looks that of the human species)
Height: 6'-0"
Weight: 158 lbs.
Hair color: Lime green with forest green streaks starting from sideburns
Eye color: Hazel

Weapons: Ly-zei-fen: A bow crafted from the Tree of Nobility. The finest wood imaginable, having no ability to break no matter what it endured, as well as the twine that held it's shape perfectly. The intricate carvings made the wood of the bow curve particularly that only few had the ability to wield it and use it to its full potential.

Arrow Assortment
Regular
Poison
Fire
Ice
Wind
Light
Lightning - Directed toward the ground near opponent
Earth - Directed toward the ground near opponent

These arrows are finely tipped, but have a spherical back to them (like the shape of a carrot, for example) which inturn give the ability for them to hold the power of the elements. Inturn, mixing the elements can also provide new ones. Although Sehzyn had only created two thus far, there's still more to be found.

Ko-whyn-zet and Phen-mao-lin: Two small, finely crafted blades, slightly curved at their tips, as well as a jagged edge taking up about one-fourth of their ends. The hilts are wrapped tightly in nothing but pieces of old egyptian cloth, as to what the tree hilts look like...A wise man once said, "Uncovering the hilts may well be a man's greatest desire, but it'll cost him his life."

Strengths: Very excellent in long range combat and the ability to use arrows gives him a slight advantage over those with the ability of flight. Since his clothing an armor are lightweight, his manuverability is quite excellent as well.

Weaknesses: He lacks a little in power when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, as well as his armor is fairly weak. Not to mention those with the ability to absorb or cancel the magic of his magic arrows can have the upperhand.

Appearance: A lightly built tanned man with hair spiked up, leaving only a few parts of his hair to fall at his face. In particular, some that seems to cover his left eye. Besides the somewhat long sideburns, there's really nothing to facial hair and his features are mildly chiseled.

He looks to be in his mid 20's but many wise man know that he is far beyond the age of a young man. Even so, far beyond the age of themselves, yet none are quite sure how long this one has been with the living.

Most have only seen this one draped in a fine silver cloak, leaving them only to see the studded black gauntlets and boots he wears. As of today, only those that battle with him have seen what lie behind the cloak. The shirt and pant that match the color of his hair, the lightweight armor and shoulder gaurds, eagle feathers strewn across them, the bow and his collection of arrows tucked behind his back, two small sheaths, tightly fastened to his left side. Yes, they all saw it...but only few were able to report it.

Personality: A man whose kept to himself for as long as many know today. His eyes remain stern, even outside of battle and no one, on record, has seen otherwise. It is said that only three have broken through Sehzyn and found friendship and kindness...only one remains alive to this day.

History: There is much to this man's past that lay in ruin. Much to this man's past that is filled with hardships. Much to this man's past...that is a mystery to all.

Many moons ago, it was said a man held a great and wonderous bottle, holding one of the greater treasures of life...youth. Keeping it tied around his neck and hidden away from those he was accompanied by for years. Sehzyn was that man.

He endured many things through the years, loss in battles, loss of comrades, intense bloodshed, the loss of those he truly loved...it all weighed down on him, and eventually ate him alive, making him practically numb to all emotion. After that, he thought of nothing when he killed anyone that crossed his path. He had lost so much, why not let others lose as well?

Although as years went by, he carelessly forgot that the bottle wrapped around his neck was getting closer to emptiness. Sehzyn was determined to find someone that knew anything about the treasure he possessed and where to find more.

A few harsh battles and countless searching had brought him to a small shrine outside of a village. After getting his fill of information from an old man reside there, he had come to find one thing:

Eluré. A small village shrouded in mist across a vast ocean. Surrounded by thick forests and having only one enterance. It was said that only those with the three keys to the gate would enter this holy sanctum that supposedly now lay in ruin. The only thing worth value in this place was the water that lie in a fountain near its outskirts, a fountain of youth if you will.

That was Sehzyn's final destination. His problem? Finding the keys to the gate. The old man had litle info on the locations of the keys, but knew of one in particular that knew of more. This search now led him to a young girl by the name of Kyana. She yet indeed had information on the gate keys, but she was determined to go with Sehzyn in search of them, whether or not he wanted the company.

Since then, the search for the first key continues. And even after countless threats to her life, Kyana still travels at Sehzyn's side.

Name: Ellemire
Age: 21
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Eyes: Crimson
Hair: Brown
Weight: 134 lb's
Height: 6’ 0”

Weapons: Legendary bow and Katana Made at the same time from the strongest and lightest alloy there is, said to be made by a god. The sword has a mysterious power that lets it take the form of another weapon once or twice per battle (depends on the condition Ellemire is in). The bow is said to rarely ever miss because the bow can have its spirit enter the arrow and guide it. He also carries with him throwing knives made from tempered steel and a magical rod given to him from the sage Saeros that makes his magic stronger
Armor: Ellemire wears a light metal over his torso that can protect from some attacks but it is not very strong and a powerful blow can easily penetrate it. He has normal leather boots for walking, but they are lighter than normal which increases his speed. His pants are just regular leather pants that protect from arrows but not much less because he needs to be light. He wears no helm because that would only weigh him down.

Strengths: Ellemire is extremely fast and accurate so he can parry and doge very well, he know a little magic for healing and hurting with is always a good thing, he plans his attacks so they normally work and he has throwing knives just in case all else fails.

Weaknesses: Ellemire maybe fast but if he does get hit powerful enough, it can be devastating, Strong magic can hurt him more than normal but most magic can’t and hurts him normally, if someone can parry him than he will be stunned, but just for a second. Also if Ellemire wants to use his strongest magic than he has to un-equip the weapon that he is using now.

Skills/Magic:
-Water heal (needs rod equipped) - surrounds him in a huge blob of water that protects him for a second and then wears off, but he comes out completely healed.
-Earth (rod equipped) - Ellemire summons his power of the earth and a power spire of rock forms beneath the enemy while a boulder comes crashing downon the enemy.
-First aid- a quick fix heal doesn’t do as mush as water heal but gets the job done fast
-Aim (Bow must be equipped) - Ellemire can take controll of the arrow with his spirit to guide the arrow at the enemy for minor damage (basically a homing arrow but the are ways of stopping it)
-Transformation (sword must be equipped) – sword can turn into weapon of choice, but this can only be used about three times max in battle.
-Ice blast – Ellemire summons ice shards and sends them flying at his opponents.

Limit (rarely used) - Elemental Explosion – Ellemire mixes his strongest elements together (water and earth) to summon both Fenrir and Leviathan obliterates the opponent with a fury of both earth and water doing massive damage that heals Ellemire and has a chance of stunning the opponent for a few seconds.

Personality: Ellemire is an elf that stands up for what he thinks is right, he’s not quiet and will always take on a challenge, he is outgoing and does what he believes is right.

Appearance: Ellemire is tall and light like all elves, because of this he is an extremely fast runner who could doge many blows, he is strong but he doesn’t rely on his strength as you can tell by looking at him.

History (beginning taken from Eragon): When Ellemire was young he used to hunt for his family often, so one day his parents told him to hunt for winter so he did as told and went hunting with his friend Aredhel. While hunting they spotted a baby dragon out in the clearing, at the time dragons were still considered dumb animals because of them living in the while. Aredhel said that they should kill it because it is just an animal but Ellemire said that it would not be worth it because it is a baby so it wouldn’t get them much meat anyway which is why they were there to hunt. Aredhel kept going on and on about the dragon so Ellemire just left Aredhel there and went hunting alone, he spotted a herd of deer so Ellemire went after that he came home with a big doe and two rabbits while Aredhel came home with nothing because he was going after the dragon all day and he slaughtered it so much there was no meat left to eat because he had shown no mercy. That night the dragons parents found the bloody corpse and got extremely enraged so they tracked Ellemire down and killed him mercilessly. The next morning the elves found the carcass of Aredhel, and that was the beginning of a war. The next year Ellemire escaped his town Linnipal with the sage of his city Saeros, because they were under attack by the dragons. After almost a month of wandering with the sage the came upon a secret town that Saeros said few know about called Glathria, later Ellemire was informed that his parents were killed by dragons on the way there. Ellemire waso depressed and enraged, he locked himself in his room for a couple days and then finally came out. When he did come out he went to Saeros and said "I'm ready" "For what?" Saeros replied. "To learn how to fight, you were the one that taught the other great elven warriors so teach me." There was a short pause and then Saeros said "meet me in the outer woods, your training starts tommarow." Ellemire was so over-whelmed with joy the next day came in a flash and he headed strait for the woods, then he noticed that no one was there and THUD! he got hit hard on the back of the head and turned around. There Saeros was haging in a tree with a cane and said "your gonna have to have better reflexes than that if you want to live in a real fight you know." "well that was unfair" "who said anything about fair when an enemy is sneaking up on me you should of heard me a mile away, and i thought elven-folk were supposed to have good hearing." For the rest of the day, they trained vigorously, as they did the next day with Ellemire coming home with a new collection a bruises everyday. They kept training until Ellemire was a perfect fighter with perfect senses and one day Saeros came and said "I think you are ready for an ancient tool handed down for ages." "What is it" Ellemire said curiously. Then Saeros took out a beutiful glicening (ooc: forgot how to spell and my microsoft word is broken) sword and a sturdy bow from his cloak and handed them to Ellemire, "these are Ancient legendary weapons that have their own unique abilities. Watch, Spear!" Just then the sword morphed into a spear "Sword!" and then it turned back. "Now then let me see the bow and then he took and arrow of of the gleaming quiver and knocked (once again word is boken) it, then pointed strait at Ellemires face he let go and Ellmire flinched. Preparing for the arrow he covered his face because of reflexes but felt nothing. then he lokked and the arrow was a bullsye in the target 100 yard away. "How are you doing this" Ellemire asked. Then Saeros said "These are legendary weapons that Have special abilities, weild them well." "Also Take this" then Saeros took his rod and gave it to Ellemire I will train you how to use all of these, please use them well because you are the last one I am training for i have lived long and I will die soon so the last thing i will do is train you very well." "Thank you" Ellemire said. "It makes me sad that you will die, but I will wield the weapons with honor." "Don't be sad Saeros said, my spirit will live with you forever." For years Ellemire was trained with Saeros mastering his magic and the weapons. Finally one day Saeros Died, but Ellemire was with him that day and Saeros'es last words were "My Spirit... will... always be with Y-" and then he died. From that day on, Ellemire fought for what was right and with great pride because he was taught by Saeros. Now he is an adventureer who always takes a challenge.

Name: BedTime (Real Name: Jon Johnson)
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 129kg
Height: 190cm

Weapon: The posts of the bed he is integrated with, two pillows attached to his back that he can remove and use as weapons (the pillows also contain bits of the bed's metal frame, making them quite a bit more powerful than normal pillows).
Armor: The posts also can be used in a defensive manner, the bed's metal frame, as well as parts of it being in the pillows, covers his face and torso.

Strengths: The bed's springs have integrated with his legs giving him great jumping abilities, also the mattress has integrated with most of his body, meaning that falls are usually softened but this is not guaranteed.
Weakness: The posts that he uses as weapons are only made of wood unlike the frame of the bed so they are susceptible to fire and forceful enough blows.
Skills/Magic: Has a small portion of sand that can paralyse an enemy for a short amount of time.

Personality: Arrogant yet calm and collected
Appearance: Fully integrated with his bed, Jon has two bed posts that protrude from and run parallel to his forearms (one on each arm). The same is true for his shins. His torso is covered in metal as is his face, exept for the eyes and mouth (the metal was once the bed's metal frame). Bed hair and the back of his head are exposed. Attached to his back are two pillows which are reinforced with parts of the bed's metal frame. He doesn't wear shoes as his jumping abilities only work when he's in bare feet. He also wears the pyjamas that he wore on the night he was transformed into BedTime, a matching red ensemble with a Panda print on them.

History: The thunderstorm raging outside had kept Jon awake all night. The constant thunder continually shook his house. Jon tried desperately to get to sleep but to no avail. Tossing and turning, Jon wished desperately for at least a few seconds in slumberland. All of a sudden a great streak of lightning smashed through the roof, striking Jon directly in the middle of the chest. Jon screamed out in agony, the lightning coursing through his body. As quick as the pain had started, it was over. Jon gingerly opened his eyes and looked around. His bed appeared to have completely disappeared. Jon looked around bewildered when he looked down at his own body.
"Wha...?!" exclaimed Jon.
Sticking out of and parallel to his forearms were bedposts, one on each arm. The same was true for his shins. On his torso was a metal plate. Jon tried to touch his face, but it too was covered in metal. Jon reached around behind him, two metal-reinforced pillows were attached to his back.
"What the hell's going on here?" Jon asked himself.
All of a sudden, out of thin air, appeared a man floating in the air above Jon.
Before Jon could ask who he was the man began talking, "I am The Sandman, I travel across the lands, across the seas, across space-time itself to bring sleep to those who deserve it most. Jon, my time is at an end, I have chosen you as my successor."
"What? I don't understand," replied a confused Jon.
"Well, let me explain then," began The Sandman. "I have just put to sleep my thousandth evil man and my curse is lifted but there must always be someone to put evil to sleep. I have chosen you Jon. There's a catch though, it's only fair that you know about it though you have no choice about it. You are doomed to stay awake for all eternity until you have put to sleep a thousand evil men. Until that time comes, you will never rest, and believe me, you will want that rest. I'm not going to lie to you Jon, your pursuit of rest will consume you, it will be the only thing that drives you."
"So, I can't die?" asked Jon.
"Oh, you can die all right." replied The Sandman.
"Then why am I supposed to put to sleep a thousand evil men before I can die?"
"I never said that, you will be allowed to sleep when you destroy a thousand evil men. After you have had your rest, you will continue on living. You are not questing for death, you are questing for life. In the years that will follow today, you will not live, you will merely exist."
"Well, what the hell happened to me?"
"I have integrated you with your bed, Jon. Protected by the metal frame, assisted by its springs, fight with its posts, destroy evil with its pillows. You are as powerful as you can be. Oh, and take this."
The Sandman handed Jon a small pouch full of sand, "Use it, Jon, in tight situations, you only have one pouch of this. Make it count. Your name is no longer Jon - it's BedTime."
Jon sat shocked by all that was said as The Sandman disappeared back into thin air.
"A thousand evil men," said BedTime. "I'd better get started."

this is my charater

Name: Arcos
Age: 18
Race: Hylian
Sex: Male
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Eye Color: emerald Green
Hair Color:short spiky Black hair
Weapons:A mystical longsword. The blade shines in the sun and was forged by the gorons. The hilt is made of pure silver, and a golden triforce is carved into it. A beautiful emerald is forged into the pommel.

Armor/Clothing:
He wears a red sleeved undershirt, black pants, leather boots and chainmail armor. He bears a black metal shield with a red dragon carved on it.

Strengths:
he is a Skilled in swordsmanship, mostly accurate,he can dodge most phisical attacks and is good with fire magic.

Weaknesses:
his confidence can get the better of him and water based attacks.

Techniques:
Sword Blast is a firery blast from his sword
fire sheild, is like dins fire but instead of attacking it defends from but water can put it out.

Personality:
Arcos is friendly most of the time and likes to travel to new places and see new sights. He can be big headed and short tempered at times.

Appearance:
he has jet black short spiky hair,emerald green eyes, he wears a red sleeved undershirt, black pants, leather boots and chainmail armor. He bears a black metal shield with a red dragon carved on it.


History:he was born in Hyrule Market town, when he was 5 years old his farther was called up to join the hylian army, he died in a battle against the gerudo army but he had given his son arcos his sword before the battle, he grew up with a strong hate of the gerudos, but most of all he hated ganondwarf who had been the commander of the army who had killed his farther, when he was 15 he left home and went to find a trainer he, meet Kirotaka and asked him to train him, he helped him to learn his sword blast attack and his fire sheld technique and he left him at the age of 17 and Kirotaka gave him his sheld to help him and he left to test his new skills in the wild and to see if they helped him in battle for a year he tryed to improve untill this time.