Character List

Here's mine (approved by Tenkawa):

Name: Daryn Sakez
Age: 16
Race: Human (Barbarian)
Sex: Male
Hair: Shoulder length black hair, braided and normally kept back in a ponytail.
Eyes: Purple
Weight: 115 lbs
Height: 5'3''

Weapon: 2 handed ******* sword
Armor: Partial body armor, covering from his right hand to the right side of his chest.

Strengths: He is mostly level-headed in battle, he doesn't make any rash decisions that would tip the battle to the enemy. Since he dwells near a mountain he is immune to red magic.

Weakness: Magic (mostly black magic)

Skills/Magic: A near master of the two handed ******* sword, has the ability to use red mana (fire magic).

Personality: Outside of battle: quiet and brooding, which is rare for a barbarian. Inside of battle: determined to take down his enemy at any cost!

Appearance: (You can provide a picture of them instead of describing them with words) Not too lean, yet not full of muscle, has a strong face with hardened eyes and usually goes into battle with a smirk. He wears a pair of blue colored cloth pants and a brown leather jerkin with a pair of black leather boots.

History: Daryn is a slave gladiator in the pits of a collosium, trying to earn enough money from his kills to leave the pits forever. He ended up there because his parents were captured (for reasons unknown) and the mage that captured them would not let them go until Daryn had earned enough money to free his family. To this day, he needs only just 5 more battles just to get out of the pits, and 3 more to have enough money to allow him to free his parents. Daryn and his family came from a barbarian tribe in the mountains near the collosium city of Amrind.

Name: Ryach Knevar
Age: Apparently, The Rahkt do not record the age of the Hei.
Race: Hei Rahkt
Sex: Male
Hair: Silver, cut short.
Eyes: Light gray. From a distance, his retina appears to blend in with the cornea of his eyes… creating the eerie appearance of two small pupils amongst the white. Oh, and he has two sets of eyelids.
Weight: Around 200 pounds, but he looks about 150.
Height: 5’8”

Weapon: Two long curved “Dehkt” blades. They are much lighter than they look. He wields them in an interesting way.
Armor: His skin his hard and, upon closer inspection, hairless. Indeed, it is made of a reptilian meld so fine, it appears to be skin much like ours. He also wears a suit of leather… whilst this “leather” also seems somewhat scalier than what we are used to.

Strengths: Contrary to what his tough skin and gruff demeanor would imply, the strength of this Rahkt mercenary is in speed and swiftness. He relies on mystifying his opponent, either giving a false sense of security or an undeniable sensation of bone chilling fear. Anything better than the truth. If he can, he likes to strike his opponent before they can react… but when faced with an equal he stays nimble, and calculates each blow.
Weakness: In shear feats of strength, Ryach is at the bottom of the heap, and he relies to much on the humanity of his opponent. Against a machine he is mediocre at best. He also much prefers the dark… in the light he is often blinded by the light of the sun.

Skills/Magic:
Sword Play (“Nev-Dehkt”)- He uses his two swords in an unorthodox way… wielding it with the pinky as the strongest finger, switching between them as if they were as light as sticks, and holding them either as knives or daggers or what not without much uniformity.
--Ehkt Yar The central technique of the Nev-Dehkt style, Ryach has perfected this to an art. Using the pinky as a hub, swords are rolled around the hand, making swift unpredictable curved cuts in opponents.
--Den Gyai Not a traditional maneuver of Nev-Dehkt, Den Gyai, consists of focusing ones energy so that one may leap right above his opponent, hurling the Dehkt swords downwards into the unexpecting victim.
Illusionism (“Nev-Zahr”)- An ancient technique amongst his people, Ryach is able to use his swift movements in specific ways in order to mystify and trick the mind of his opponent. He can create the image of several of himself, or render himself almost invisible. He feeds off the panic of ignorance of his opponent, and as either mounts, so does his ability to bewilder. To an outsider, it appears to be magic… but as the Rahkt know, anything looks like magic when the nature of its workings is concealed.

Personality: He is an individual. Or wants to be. Being born into the lower class of his society has forced humbleness upon him, and so while his outer appearance may seem loyal, he has a building hatred for authority. He is also quite ambitious, another trait that has been suppressed. All this denial of his wants and identity has made him bitter. He has few friends.
Appearance: His skin is a gray-teal, which is what naturally most people notice about him. Second his hair… which doesn’t look normal in any circumstance. He has a narrow face, his eyes never opening more than what most consider half way. His teeth... He has a lot of short, pointy teeth, lets just say that. Although he stands upright, he has a somewhat animalistic feel about him… one he would deny outright if you mentioned.

History: As a Mercenary, Ryach has become as successful as his society will allow. In this sense he considered himself fortunate. But his success was nothing but the key to his misfortune… fame would bring him away from his homeland and into his own hellhole. He was asked to accompany and protect Miach Hanz, the great explorer of their time, in a quest for a hypothesized “new land”. As a Hei Rahkt, he was unable to refuse the proposal given to him. To make a long story short, after several months of nauseating sailing, they arrived here, where they were greeted by hostile creatures, and were forced to set up camp in a cave near the beach. Ryach has been sent to scout out the land… little does he know that he will return to his crew mates (mainly scholars and nobles) massacred in their camp.

Yah! My characters been approved by Xx Tenkawa xX! Thankee!

Name: Greg Korvain
Age:23
Race:Human
Sex:Male
Hair:Short, spikey, blue hair
Eyes: Grey
Weight: 165, all muscle
Height: 6'2"

Weapon: He has 2 weapons
Primary:A katana with a black laquer handle engraved with the words Neo-Ninja in Japanese.
Secondary: Dual Uzi's painted red with cursive G's on the stocks in black.

Armor:

Strengths: Physical attacks and Lightning magic
Weakness:Water and Shadow magic

Skills/Magic: His skills are very exceptional in his katana as he is one of the worlds most best kendo champions. His markmanship is all above deadly as his dual Uzi's combined with his sword skill make an assult like no other

Magic: Although Greg was born without magic, he then decided to make his own magic and inject it into his body. He injected Lightning magic as he is very fond of lightning

Special Skills:

Bullet Hurricane: An attack which involves Gregs Uzi's, Greg spins in a circle nonstop holding an Uzi in each hand firing away with his guns at the opponet.

Wound Inflict: Greg takes out an Uzi and fires at the opponet. He then slashes the wound where he shot at and slashes at it with an X attack.

Deaths Smile: Greg stabs the opponet 2 times at different spots then makes a U below where he stabbed making the grizzly impression of a happy face.

Lighting Slash: Greg transfer's his lightining magic to his katana and then he slashes the opponet while giving a paralizing shock

Slash n' Shoot: The name says it all. Greg simply slashes at the opponet and the gives the opponet a barrage of bullets to the backside from his Uzi.

Personality: He is very emotional and tends to take almost anything the wrong way. He also has an attitude problem that makes his matter worse.

Appearance: He wears a black shirt and black pants and sometimes hides his face in a black ski mask. He wears a black titanium belt with a red silver belt buckle and has holsters to hold his Uzi's to his left and right. His scabber for his katana is on the back of his shirt.

History: A troubling young adult who had a very rough past. It all began with the death of his whole family, in which he was lucky to escape, by the ruthless Fortelling Death gang at 15. Swearing to take revenge, he then decided to found his own assassinatin squad at 18 to try and take down the bloody gang. He called them the Neo-Ninja's as he was impressed by a ninjas deadly killing skills and wanted to make a revival of the deadly warrior. Little did he know, his gang was to be the most deadly assassination squad in the world.

About 2 years after he founded the Neo-Ninja's, he had taken out the Fortelling Death gang. His own mission accomplished, he wanted to forever disperse of his gang but after finding out all the wealth his gang made off of murders that were not directed to the Fortelling Death gang but to political figures, he decided to keep it. The Neo-Ninja's then were known all around the world as being responsible for many of the assassinations of countless political, famous, and underground figures, including many presidents of other countries, U.S.A included. Now at 23, he is now the most wanted man in the world and his Neo-Ninja's gang is the most feared in all the world.

Name: Ezykiel Yvaarden III
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Swordsman/Gunner
Height: 6'-1"
Weight: 168 lbs.
Build: Average
Hair: Maroon red. Somewhat lengthy. Most hair is tied back near the ends by a small, fine, blue silk ribbon.
Eyes: Deep blue, fairly sharp
Skin: Finely tanned

Armor/Clothing/Accessories:
- White collar shirt
- Three-piece pinstripe suit with tails reaching his lower thighs. Can be seen as either blue or purple in various lights
- Two belts. One average-sized, maroon belt that has sheath fastened to left side, and one small, midnight blue belt has holster on right side
- Heavy boots
- Set of cuff links with the initials "WT" engraved in the centers
- Silver pocket watch
- Small-chained silver necklace w/ ellipse-shaped amulet attached, bearing what looks to be a phoenix w/ a dark jewel at its belly

Weapon(s):
Wasier Rapier - A very prized, finely crafted blade handed down from generation to generation in his family. An ancestor of his, Lord Samuel Yvaarden, was said to have obtained it as a token of gratitude from a noble king of his time.

A silver blade at its tip, but as it come closer to the middle, it's entwined with gold, which covers it to the somewhat jagged base, where an embedded jewel lies. The hilt, starting from the jewel, is gold as well. Slightly curved, and rounded at the ends, spiraled tightly in toward the blade. A beautiful, yet durable cloth covers the grip, with somewhat faint silver lines that criss-cross on its surface. Whereas the butt is golden with jewels embedded on opposite sides.

Italian Triple Barrel Flintock Pistol - A weapon handed down to him by his father, before he died. It looks no different from any other one, except for the small chain with a small charm attached to the butt.

With the work of both the charm and the amulet around his neck, the pistol and rapier can form a Gun Blade.

Personality: Refined and distinguished, Ezykiel is really a quiet man at most, but when he wants his words to be heard, he'll let everyone around him know it, and any words that do come out of his mouth seem to always be carefully thought out and dignified. He's a soft-hearted one...almost to a fault, but he knows there are some in this world that deserve to feel the end of his blade seeping through them. All this entwined, he's practically always calm throughout battles, which gives his opponents really no idea on what he's thinking.

History: Growing up in a luxurious family, Ezykiel was lavished with an assortment of things ever since he was born. Even so, his father, Lord Ezykiel Yvaarden II, wanted to make sure his son would come to be someone who he could be proud of. Although his mother, Celes, wasn't to keen on some of her husband's ideas, she decided to keep to herself on the matter.

Ezykiel was quite observant as a child, and always ready to take the next step, no matter what it took. He began to train in sword fighting at the early age of four, little by little, honing the basic skills from his own father. Later learning to shoot various guns on hunting trips with his father as well. He also was schooled in various subjects a few years later, finally able to get a grasp on the world that stood outside his own. He grew a great for his teacher, Lanair. He who knew many things about the world that Ezykiel hoped to one day venture into.

Years had passed. His skills were improving day by day. His grasp of the outside world and those that lived on it was grand. He yearned to escape to that world, even if just for a short time, but his parents refused. He could feel they were hiding something from him. It continued to burn into his thoughts constantly, but he would never let it show on the outside. He would continue on with his training, as well as his studies...until his eighteenth birthday.

A wondrous party was thrown in his honor. Everything was wonderful, and it was the little break Ezykiel needed from his training. Many were there, and quite frankly, he didn't know many of the faces, and yet they seemed to be interested in him, preferably females. But all in all, he seemed to continue to drift away from them all until they, including the rest had called it a night.

He seemed to get many gifts, those that he placed in the corner of his room, still wrapped in their elegant bows and tapestry. The only one gift he decided to open was the ones given to him by his parents and Lanair. From his mother, a necklace. The amulet that hung by it was amazingly detailed, and the jewel in the center was beautiful, and yet somewhat mysterious. From Lanair, a pocket watch with the words engraved, When the time comes, use it wisely. That boggled his mind for a time, wondering exactly what he meant by it, but he figured in time he'd understand. As for his father...a rapier...and a pistol. They were both beautiful, a beauty Ezykiel had never laid eyes on before. As he fastened to two to his sides, he began to race down the corridor to thank them all until he was pulled out of nowhere into a darkened room.
"What the hell is goin--"
A hand flew over his mouth and he was silenced.
"Listen, Ezykiel..." It was Lanair. He calmed down, and the hand pulled away from his face. "I must get you out of here."
"But why? What does mother and father say of this?"
"They insist I do this, if we don't leave they may take your life as well."
"My life as well? Whose they? And-- wait a minute...you don't mean--"
"There's no time!!"
"But I can't just run while my parents are killed?! I have to help them!"
"Ezykiel, I'm sorry... but--"
A sudden burst of pain swelled from the back of his head, and in no time at all, Ezykiel was out cold.

Awhile later, he came to, rubbing the back of his head...and suddenly smelling smoke. He lept to his feet and noticed below, the land his father took so much pride in...the mansion...his memories...his parents...all of it was engulfed in flames. Tears swelled up in his eyes as he collapsed to his knees, driving his fist into the ground furiously. Why...why did they have to die, he thought. They didn't deserve to die. They just didn't. His eyes closed tightly, the tears gliding off his cheeks and dripping into the hole he made in the ground, which had been tainted with a the hue of blood. A hand braced his shoulder and he swiped it away with a force.
"Sir, I--"
Ezykiel rose from the ground, his head lowered, and his hands still clenched. The remaining tears in his eye fell from his face when he unclenched his hands and rose his head to oversee that ahead of him. Everything was burnt to the ground. It was no use to save anything...or anyone.
"If it takes my whole life, I shall find the culprit of this crime..."
He latched his hand around the amulet and sighed, as Lanair moved towards him again.
"I'm sorry, Ezykiel, but we must get ourselves as far as possible from here. They might have realized that you are still alive."
They had barely walked a few feet forward when Ezykiel stopped in his tracks.
"Whose 'they'?..."
Lanair looked at the young man sternly before relaying his answer.
"When I know we are out of reach, at least for a time, I shall reveal the truth."
Ezykiel stood there for a minute. And hand grasped the hilt of the sword his father had given him before he sighed once more, nodded to Lanair, and picked up his feet.
_______

In a small village, practically isolated from everything, a man sat quietly upon a small hill just outside. A few children sneak around through the forest near him, as to make sure they weren't heard by the one lost in his thoughts. They crept closer, and closer, until they were merely a few feet away, pushing a young girl from the back and sending her ahead to investigate. Cowardly for a minute, then gulping quick to reveal a determined look on her face, she approached him, standing by his side and looking up at his face.
"Uhmm, Zeeky? W-why are you on th-this hill on this day all the t-time?"
Ezykiel smiled a little and turned to the young one, his hand now resting on her head.
"So I can look out to in the direction where my first home was, and remember...my parents."
"But I though Lanair was your daddy."
"No, I was only his student. But...he turned out to be a great friend and an asset to me as well."
"Where's your mommy and daddy then?"
Ezykiel lowered his head for a brief moment, then looked out onto the world ahead.
"They're not in this world anymore. They haven't been for twelve years now..."
A smaller child came up from behind him and spoke up. "Then they probably know my daddy and Scruffy. They're up in heaven too."
Ezykiel smiled at him, before he pulled himself up from the ground and turned to see the others looking at him.
"Yeah, I think you're right. They probably do...Now then, why don't we all get ourselves back in the village before we get ourselves in trouble."
A husky boy in the back jumped up and down quick before saying, "Last one there's a rotten egg!"

Ezykiel made his way into a small shack in the far corner of the village. He sat down on a small chair just next to the door and pulled his boots off, letting them make a massive thud on the floor, which at that point a voice was heard.
"Another day reminiscing, ey?"
Ezykiel got up from the chair and wandered into a larger room, piled high with various books and some boxes to see Lanair sitting in a corner looking through a box filled with quite a collection of small bottles filled with...something.
"Heh, yeah, can you blame me though?"
"Of course not.." He looked carefully at the bottle in his hand, then placed it back into the box before closing it and setting it to the side. "But if you want to do something about it, sitting in isolation here won't get you anywhere."
"Lanair...but what if they--"
"You shouldn't worry about me, I'd be quite all right here. We've been here for nine years now, with no reason for running, don't you think that's enough?"
"...I guess you're right."
"Yes. Lord Gallan and his men are only after you, but they're nowhere in sight when it comes to this village. Nothing but mountains and forest around this quiet little place. You've grown a lot since that terrible night. Both your intelligence and your fighting skills are remarkable compared to when you were a child."
"That's true..." Ezykiel unlatched his necklace from the back and stared at the amulet that lay in his hands. "But why of all things would they want this? Minus how detailed it is, seems fairly ordinary."
"Because Ezykiel..." Linair got up from his seat. "That jewel in the center of that amulet, brings out the greatest power out of its wielder. An amazing power, that anyone would gladly kill to get their hands on."
Ezykiel looked up from the amulet to Lanair with a somewhat odd expression on his face, "You're not serious, are you?"
"Think about how you've strengthen greatly in the past twelve years in your training, and compare that to before, and tell me you don't see the whole picture."
Ezykiel looked back down at the amulet and sighed, now clenching it in his fist.
"No matter how long it takes...I'll finish this."
"Don't get hasty though." Lanair went back to the same box he was examining and grabbed onto a small satchel, placing as many bottles he could into it before closing up the box and handing the satchel over to Ezykiel.
"You remember the words engraved on the back of the pocket watch I gave you?"
"Yeah...what about that anyway?"
"If you open up the watch there's a latch near the eight. Pulling that will open up the back to reveal the workings, as well as three slots holding small pills. I had come across making these to revitalize the body and heal any wound imaginable."
"Damn, Lanair. You could be rich yourself with something like this!"
"Maybe so, but then I'd probably be one running to save my life if this was known to the public. At least if they knew I was the one that created it."
Ezykiel thought about that for a second and laughed, "Yeah, I guess you wouldn't want to be in my position."

It wasn't long till Ezykiel set off from the village. A new strength, A new idea, but the same goal in mind twelve years ago. He would set out on the world, right the wrongs as much as possible, and reveal more of his family's past.

Strengths: His skills with the rapier and gun are hard to counter, considering he can pull out multiple techniques of his without much of any break in between them at all. Speed and strength are two of his most excellent battle qualities. With the three pills tucked away in his watch, he has the option to heal himself three times in battle, if desired.

Weaknesses: Besides defending with his rapier, there's not much else to him when it comes to defense. He possesses no armor, minus the boots strapped to his feet, which isn't all that helpful anywhere else. He tends to strategies out his battles, looking for weaknesses in his opponent, which isn't much of a weakness, but sometimes he can get lost in those thoughts, which can cost him. It's quite the rarity, but it happens. Not to mention, his soft-heartiness can sometimes get the best of him.

Sword Techs:
Gallant Thrust - Level 1 Tech. Thrusting the rapier several times fold. The final thrust has the ability to blow away opponent.
Yvaarden Cross - Level 2 Tech. Crossing the blade at several diagonals until making a final slash down that emits light energy.
Hallin Devastation - Level 3 Tech. Slashing the opponent in 6 various areas of the body, then slamming the hilt into the chest, ripping the wounds open even wider. Hilt attack can be performed twice after to continue opening said wounds.
Baron's Judgment - Level 4 Tech. Calling the power of the amulet by particular sword thrusts, to hold opponent into place for several moments. Once they have control of their body, each step they take, a gash somewhere on their body appears.

Gun Blade Techs:
Punishment Divine - Level 5 Tech. Three shots fired simutaneously. Any bullet that touches opponent's flesh, seeps deep into the body, then splits into 6 different directions, exiting the body.
Revenge - Level 6 Tech. A mixed form of Gallant Thrust, Baron's Judgment, and Punishment Divine.

Well, another character wouldn't hurt, so here's mine!

Name: Tyla Mistru
Age: 200(she is a cyborg, she looks 27)
Race: Cyborg
Sex: Female
Hair: Long, shocking green, hair with 2 long ponytails extending down to her thighs
Eyes: Shocking Green
Weight: 200(she actualy looks to be 158 but the extra titanium and mechanics in her body, she is 42 more pounds than she looks.
Height: 6'0"

Weapon: She has 2 weapons:
Cyborg chain gun: A Gatling-type minigun that only comes out if commanded, from her right hand
2-way katana: A katana that has another blade protruding from the cuve's orgin making the apperance of a blooming flower.

Armor: Her armor is her body. Her body is composed of a titanium-carbon steel alloy that can resist fire and small bullet shots, all coverd by artifical skin.

Magic: She has Time magic, which givers her the ability to manipulate time and space, meaning she can speed time up, slow it down, or stop time itself.

Special Skills: Her skills are not really limited but there's not that many chocies to choose from:

Bullet Time: An attack that pays homage to the Matrix, Tyla fires her chain gun at the opponet but when she does, the bullets go at the speed of a slow snail hitting the opponet with a lot of force, because this attack also stops opponet movement.

Homing Riccochet: Tyla puts her 2-way katana in front of her chain gun then after mumbling, the opponets name, the sword gives off a green glow and the she fires her chain gun with the bullets riccocheting off the sword then finding their way to the opponet, hitting the opponet with a poison attack from each bullet.

Stab Flip: Tyla stabs the opponet with her 2-way katana. After doing this, she spins the opponet clockwise 2 times then slams the opponet onto the ground with a hard force.

Differental: Tyla casts her Time magic and everthing, including the opponet begins to slow down. However, she is the only one in hypertime, so she then goes around making very quick hacks at the opponet with her 2-way katana.

Stop: This is a defensive skill. Before an opponet is about to attack her. Tyla cast her Time magic to stop time. She then makes an X attack at the opponet

Bullet Dive: Putting her 2-way katana, blade-side down, on the ground, Tyla then stands on top of the grip and leaps off of it into the air and then dives at the opponet with a barrage of bullets from her chain gun. As soon as she slams the opponet to the ground, she then grabs her 2-way katana and slices at the enemy. A deadly attack indeed.

Strengths: She is very experenced in sword and gun play. Her time magic is also well honed

Weakness: She is extreamly weak to Water, Lightning, and Fire magic as this can either melt, disable, or override her armor.

Personality: She is shy at some times, but she has a brave soul. Her braveness never really shows, except in battle, as she is a free spirted girl that is happy and never really worrisome. She is also extremly intellegent.

Apperance: Tyla is very beautiful and her looks show it. She wears a short, green, leather tank-top whose sleeves go halfway to her shoulders. She wears a green, leather miniskirt with this and has her 2-way katana on her side. For her shoes, she wears green leather boots that have yellow shoestrings. For her makeup, she only wears shocking green lipstick.

History: Tyla grew up in Sky City, like any other cyborg did as this was the home of cyborgs. A large city in the sky, Tyla spent the first 50 of her years making weapons for the Cyborg Army. After that she decided to actualy join the Cyborg Army. She decided to go into the Cyborg Space Program, which trained recurits for space pilots and space figheters. She had tooken all the classes and traning programs which she excelled in all and was given the Senior Pilot rank, except the Outsdie Survival class, which she failed in. The Outside Suvival class thaught recruits for survival if there fighter jet ever crashed onto a hostle or desolet planet. This failure almost cost Tyla her life.

While fighting in the Cyborg Protection War at age 150, she had crashed onto the hostle planet of Galdon, which was the enemy's (Technics) ally. The Galdon's were vicious, Minitour-looking, beasts that were also known throught out the Andromedia Galaxy for being extreame rapists. She had been caught and tooken to the H.Q's of the Galdon's to the 'special' Femme Prison, which is where they kept all the women they captured for rape and then, murder. Tyla then thought that the woulden't even lay a hand on her so one night, just the day before she was going to be raped and killed, she escaped. She did it clevarly, too.

Althought the Gordon's disabled her chain gun command, they had forgot to disable her hidden knife command. She used this as one of the guards were coming buy to give out dinner. As he opened the cell door, she the lept at him and killed him and freed all the prisoners. She had also gotten shot in the legs at least 3 times. After all, she had to fight all the Gordon's with only her knife command and by the time she got her chain gun command back, her knife command was completly done for and she could never use it again.

After her little prison escape, she had recived 3 Gear meatals, which was a sign of getting shot in action. Her rank was also moved up to Secondary Captain, the 2nd highest rank in the Cyborg Army and higest in the Cyborg Space Program. She then quit the Cyborg Army after the Cyborg Protection War ended. She was 165 as soon as it ended and then she then went back into weapon making as she felt the Cyborg Army was too much for her.

Um, wow, cyborg, okay. So here' mine:

Name: Jalus
Age:52
Race:Men
Sex:Male
Hairrown with grey streaks
Eyesrown
Weight:178
Height:5' 10"

Weapon:Axe
Armor:Clothes are made of sheep's wool, can deflect bugs. Not much else.

Strengths: His Strength and practical wisdom
Weakness: Kinda slow
Skills/Magic:Has skill with wood, hates magic when it intefere's with his work

Personality:Gruff, but if you need help, will gladly give
Appearance:Getting on in years. Certain muscles are more easily seen due to years of woodcutting.

History:He's a woodcutter. Likes to fish. Once caught that big fish in Oot, but it snaped his line. His father died when young, so he took up the family buisness at young age. Now is considered the best woodcutter in the Hylian world. He lives alone in the woods, near the Koriki. They sometimes don't get along well, for obvious reasons, but he tries not to cut any of their trees. During the time of Ganon's ruling Hylian in Oot, his woodcutting business was halted, due to the stupid minions Ganon sent out to "barter" for wood. All they got was a bunch of wacks in the head with the sharp end of Jalus' axe. Ganon didn't bother sending any goblins out after that. So during Ganon's evil reign he just basically lived without much trouble, took out goblins and the like that got in his way, and waited for Ganon to be overthrown.

Name:Aseophite
Age:1653
Race:Human/Wizard
Sex:Male
Hair:unknown
Eyes:black
Weight:270.lbs
Height:6 foot inches

Weapon: Staff
Armor:

Strengths: other magic users and long range progectiles
Weakness: Swords daggers and short range progectiles
Skills/Magic: Fire spell(sets one on fire) Ice spel(freezes one) Transparecny(ablitiy to be seethroughable)Shape Shifting(the ablitey to change shape)darkspell(the ultimate spell which blinds and damages the opponent severly)Shield spell(the ablitiy to shelid one self) Transport(the ablitiy to transport)

Personality: A dark and painfull soul with an even darker mind. He keeps only one goal in mind at that is to regain his dignity and pride taht he lost 500 years ago.
Appearance: a long black silk robe with dark swirls running down the sides. A hood that covers his face doesnt allow anyone to view his face. The only known evidence of him having shown his face ever was his service to the king as a cup bearer

History: Aseophite was born in a dark and dreary time plaqued with war and sickness. Seeing everything this real and devastating scarred Aseophite for life. His child hood was full of despair hunger and sickness for he was outcassed from his family from having a strange marking on his right leg. He then searched the land he grew up in for a reason he became an outcass. At the age of 15 Aseophite was given a chance to make it through life...by being found by a man who worked for the king. The man saw the mark on his leg and sent him to a local wiseman. no one knows what was said when he entered the wisemans house. But one thing is for certian. It left Aseophite with a little more hope for life. He set out on a great journey to find the true purpose of his life. He found it after a harsh journey through swamps and desolite areas. When he reached a small village on the outskirts of a large ocean, he knew he had found why he was born. He entered a small house with a large family in it. He beckoned them out and handed them all a great deal of money that he had saved up during his jouney. He supposeably told them to go out into the streets and build a new home large enough for the family. What he had coming he made sure never came again. The people ran back into the house and locked the door shut. He asked waht was wrong and the man said the mark on his leg had plagued them...for they are now cursed. Aseophite walked off penniless and sad. He dropped dead at 43 years of age at that same village near the ocean he had been deprived of friendship at. No one knows what he thought the meaning of life was at that time. But they do know that he was wrong. He layed there peacefuly for 103 years. One day and old medicine man who was experimenting with reviving skills came across his skeleton. He was amazed and brought Aseophite into his house and reserectd him. To his demises he was killed by the man he had reserected. For Aseophite was mad and wanted to kill....he found the familys ancestors that had cassed him out for the second time in his life. He crashed into there home and started to attack killing everything...until he reached the last little girl laying on the ground crying. That brought back many memories of him doing the same, but this girl had a house, not a gutter, but any he spared her and brought her along. He returned to his home land at 73 years old. Crippled he decided to study wizardry as he was working for his king as a cup bearer. He began to get so good at wizardry he even increased his life span. But the cost of that...was constant flashbacks to his worst memories. The bloodshed and horrors he saw stood there at all times..lingering in his mind. He set out into another journey leaving his home and the girl he spared which was now 56. 138 he set out to find a cure to his poisin, a cure to his pain, a cure to his life, by helping those in need at any cost...even if it meant fighting for someones rights or believing in someones beliefs he did not aggre with. He set out on a journey to help clear his mind.

Well, here's my character!


Name: Omaru
Age: 13
Race: Hylian
Sex: Male
Hair: A very untidy, jet black, and shoulder length mess. ^^
Eyes: Dark Brown
Weight: Nani? I honestly have no clue... Erm... 195 pounds? All muscle!
Height: 6'3 (Hey, it's only 3 inches taller!)

Weapon: A bow with Fire Arrows/normal arrows, and short sword. Plus, anything I can find on the ground.
Armor: Does a sheild count? It's just a Hylian Shield...

Strengths: Has the ability to block out/dull pain (depends on severity. If I stub my toe, I can block it, but if I get stabbed in the gut... I can dull it, but I'm still in pain... a LOT of pain, most likely), very quick, and I have semi-enhanced strength (I'm stronger than average, but I'm not exactly Superman).
Weakness: VERY short attention span, bad memory, tendency to trip on things, and can't resist a chicken. Pet the chicken! Yay!
Skills/Magic: My Fire Arrows...um...and my...Fire Arrows?

Personality: Bordering on insanity, and has his own fighting style, the dreaded... Hamster technique! *watches as people faceplant* ^-^ It's essentialy insane, all-out brawling. I make TOTAL use of my enviorment, things on the floor, and any opening (fightwise, not like a door..maybe a hole in the floor ) Like I said, I'm random, semi-insane, and have a hugely bad memory/attention span. I could be fighting Ganon and get distracted by something shiny. I'm generally a nice person, and help others when I can. Except when I get mad. I go on a senseless killing rampage until my opponent is defeated/dead. It's really bad, and I don't remember it afterwards... It's what I did to the people who killed my parental units (more in history).
Appearance: Like I said, jet black hair, dark brown eyes, and 6'3" in height. I've got a lean frame, not skinny, not muscular, in between. (Not fat! I mean in between those.) I generally wear a shirt with a green main part and hood, long orange sleeves, whitch have green Japanese symbols on them. A circle of orange symbols encircle a dragon and tiger fighting on the chest. I also wear black pants ripped on the knee. I wear plain boots, too. I carry my bow and arrows on my back, and my sword is in a scabbard on my waist.

History: I was actually born in Hyrule Castle Town, I guess most Hylians are... As it usually is, my parents were killed when I was around 9 or 10. I didn't learn this until later, but it was because my parents were gaurding some sort of sacred object for the royal family. Seems they were allies. Anyway, some robbers (most like Ganon's Moblins, but they wore hooded robes, so I couldn't tell) broke into or house, and were caught saearching for... whatever it was. I came out just as they killed my father. They decapitated him and the leader swallowed his head. Then they started laughing. This was the first time I went into one of my psycho rages. It's amazing what you can do with a potato peeler... After I killed the Moblins, the castle gaurds came in, and I gave them the thingy (I didn't see what it was, 'twas packaged)...Afterwards, I spent a year in an orphanage, before escaping into the fields. I have never entered that city since, and no one has bothered to find me. I swore to kill any servant of Ganon I saw, and, if I ever met him, the king of evil himself. I then spent 3 years in hard training, helping people, and the like. Then, when I felt I was ready, I exited the forest (not the Kokiri one, just some random woods) that I usually stayed in, and set out to fight evil, help people... And raise some rupees. I'm young, but strong and ambitious!
Usual hangouts: Lon Lon Ranch, Kakariko Village, but usually Hyrule field.

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Name - Elena.
Age - 19.3, human years.
Race - Human.
Sex - Female.
Hair - Shoulder length, light brown hair, very straight.
Eyes - Light hazel/greenish.
Weight - 146 pounds, around 66 kilograms. (If I did my math correctly.)
Height - 69 inches (5'9"), 175 centimeters

Weapon - She wields a moderately short sword, she also carries a 5-star shuriken on her belt.
Armor - She carries around a metal, circular shield that she uses with her left hand as she attacks with her right. The shield is resistant to most blows from normal weapons as daggers, light swords, arrows, but is vulnerable to shattering to heavier weapons, such as heavier swords or hammers.

Strengths - She is very agile, can somersault or cartwheel away from slower attacks. Her attacks are very quick and precise, so she has an advantage over slower enemies/opponents. Also, she is quite accurate with her shuriken. She has a great deal of stamina, so she can go very long in fights without tiring too much.
Weakness - Her defense isn't quite up to par with the average fighter, she can go down easily from heavier weapons, and even lighter weapons can deal a fair amount of damage.
Skills/Magic - She has no magic or special skills.

Personality - Elena is a happy-go-lucky kind of person, but when it comes to fighting, she's all business. She's very stubborn, and is very proud for what she stand for. Elena yearns respect for her fighting, but she isn't very experienced, which is why she plans to go to a training school or two to increase her skills. She's quite an enjoyable person to be around, and is an idol in her hometown of Yuke (pronouced Yoo-kay), which gives her the charisma she needs to be a great fighter.
Appearance - Elena's face is very smooth, with bangs coming down to her eyes, the rest of her hair as stated above. She is about medium height, and her body is very fit. She wears a head band, similar to Yuffie's from Final Fantasy VII. She wears a sleeveless dark green shirt, and wears short khaki shorts that go to the middle of her thighs. Elena also wears samurai sandals, very odd to go along with her agility.

History - Elena was born to her parents, Raymond and Louise. Raymond was internationally known for his fighting, and entered himself in the World Tournament, the biggest tournament of all time, open to all fighters from all across the world. The twist in the tournament was, that every fight was a fight to the death. With over 1000 entrants, there were many lives to be lost, much blood to be shed. Unfortunately for Raymond, he had some troubles in the 6th round. Being weary from the previous 5 fights, he lost to Pa Eldar, who happened to go on and win the national tournament. Elena was two years old at the time, so she had to cope with growing up fatherless. As she grew up, she heard stories of her father from her mother, and some retired fighters that lived within the town of Yuke. She loved sword fighting with her friends, especially with wooden swords, which were just wooden branches that were quite miniature. As she grew into her teenage years, she started to teach herself how to handle a sword, with no once to teach her, she had quite a troubling time. She entered some local tournaments, with barely any experience whatsoever, and she is yet to get a victory. Now, at the rather young age of 19, she is determined to become one of the greatest fighters ever, and trying to avenge her father's death by winning the World Tournament. Though it may seem a long shot, she's trying to get all the experience she can get before risking it all.

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Characters Name: Mac Kilion
Age: 16
Race: Human
Hair: Light Brown hair that is moused down
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 155 lbs.
Height: 5' 10" without shoes 5' 11" with them on

Weapon: Two lightweight gilded rapiers given to him by his father
Armor: None

Strengths: He is very agile, making him a great fighter for giants and slower enemies. He can jump, somersault, and roll out of the way. He can also use cure, which cures half the energy of any of his allies he chooses. He can also use most magic attacks.
Weaknesses: He is not too great when using heavyweight weapons, which slow him down. Also, he does not wear any armor, making him susceptible to heavy amounts of damage.

Personality: Mac is a very happy and friendly guy who loves to run, play around with little kids, and most of all, eat. He is known all over his village as the “speeding lighting,” since he is very quick and agile. He can also be a little of a jerk sometimes, but when he is, he apologizes for being one. He is also very deep, and loves to help other people with their problems.
Appearance: He is fairly tall and very toned from constantly running. He has light brown hair that is moused down to the sides, causing his hair to flow in the wind. His eyes are very blue, and can be described as looking into the ocean. His skin is fair/tan; not to light, yet, not too dark. He wears anything that he is given to him, which is usually a T-shirt of some kind and khaki shorts or blue jean shorts. He also wears a sport watch, which is usually to keep track on how long he runs. He wears very high grade running shoes, which help him run a little faster than he can normally run.

History: 16 years ago, Mac was born to parents Sean and Sara Kilion and was named after the late grandfather. Mac is well known all over his village for being the fastest runner in the area. He has entered several running tournaments and has currently been named “unbeatable.” Although having this impressive title, he is not in the least bit snobbish. He is very kind and friendly to everyone and does not brag about his accomplishments. Also apart from running, he is a junior warrior in training, learning how to use weapons and how to defend himself. He loves both of his professions very much, and has learned to incorporate his agility into his fighting style. One day, while he is out for his daily run around the field, he returned to his village only to find... It has been utterly destroyed. Everything in the whole village has either been burned or been destroyed. It was a raid on the village by some fiends. Looking in search of his parents, he learned that they are both dead. Grief and anger inside him, he starts on a quest to destroy the fiends who destroyed his village, and to avenge the death of his parents.

Name:Apollo Acroos(prononuced A crows)
Age:17
Race:Human
Sex:Male
Hair: Dirty blonde hair that goes to his armpits
Eyes:Red
Weight:138
Height:6'0

Weapon:Auto Staff: A short metal pole, about 4', it has a button near the middle in which pushed, will activate a laser weapon appendege to whatever
Apollo desires such as a scythe, spear, scimitar, etc.

Short Chain:A short chain that is a foot long and silver, Apollo can use it for strangling, bounding, or hitting opponets. It has 2 larger hoops on either end that Apollo can slip his fingers into.

Armor:His armor is a special long sleeved white, button-up shirt with zippers on them that is made out of a very lightweight fiber that can resist spear stabs, bullets, and sword blows.

Strengths:He is very experenced in his weapons and is very fast.
Weakness:He is very weak to water attacks and time magic.

Skills/Magic:Apollo is gifted with wind magic, His skills are pretty good for someone who is 17.

Skills:
Multi-Slash:Apollo uses his Auto Staff and makes qucik slashes or stabs at the opponet.

Sneak Attack:Apollo uses his WInd magic and transforms into wind and then blows around creating confusion for the opponet. He then reappears behnd the enemy and makes a quick backslash at them.

Gust:Apollo cast Wind magic and then blows the opponet to the tip of his Auto-Staff. Weak, but devasting

Tornado:Apollo swings his chain above and chants a few words making a whirl-wind above him and then he sicks the tornado after the opponet, picking him/her up and slamming them down to the ground.

Hurricane:Apollos strongest magic attack, Apollo cast a hurricane after the opponet, blowing them to and fro, while Apollo comes in through all the frenzy and makes slashes at them.

Deaths 3: Apollos strogest physical attack, Apollo leaps high into the air and dives at the opponet with his Auto Staff on spear mode. Then he makes 2 lightning-fast slashes at the opponet.

Personality:He is generly adventrous and playful a lot. He is very silly and energetic in battle, blundering his opponets into thicking he is a fool, but he really is quite deadly in battle.

Appearance:For his shoes, he weras leather sandles and wears denim blue jeans with this topped off with a leather belt with a silver belt buckle. He lakes to keep his chain in his right pocket and has only one hoop exposed. His shirt is red and has a black hot rod on it with some orange flames from it's back, which is hidden sometims by Apollos armor shirt(see armor)

History:Apollo grew up in present day St.Louis(2004). He then one day, made a time machine and went to the year 3110 by accident. He then wound up in what he thought was paradise. It was actualy post-apocolypse after the nuclear war in 2999 and he was in a peroid called the Neo-Medieval peroid, where there were towns, flanked by castle towns and great kingdoms. This however, is just his world Apollos in. He didn't know of the history and was blinded by the beauty of Earth in 3110 and wanted to get his camera in the present. However, his time machine was broken, so he decided to go into the town he was outside of, which was Neo-Yorktown, home of the human kingdom, Valpan.

There, Greg had found his profession for this strange futuristic world; an airship captian. He decided to take this job seeing as he had some pilot experence from his present day. He was then introduced all about the future when he went to go get his job, from a local dock worker. Shocked at hearing this, Apollo at first wanted to kill himself, but then decided it was great after all, how mankind was living. He was then intoriduced to the H.M.S Star Raven, the airship that needed a captian. He was then given a seies of rigoring tests to see if he was air worthy. He then passed all of these and was then made captian. He is very proud of the future and never wants to go back as he likes it in 3110.

Name: Hytsu
Age: 16
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Silver
Weight: 139 lbs
Height: 5'4"

Weapon: Bow, and arrows. And two swords. (A katnna and a Kodachi)
Armor: NA

Strengths: Elven abilities and black magic. Hes Schizophrenic
Weakness: Refusal to harm women unless his death is involved. Kind to anything. He’s schizophrenic.
Skills/Magic: Good with a sword and bow, Uses black Magic plain or with a weapon. Very charming and appealing to women.

Personality: Kind to anything and hates to fight. Loves a good fight and respects toughs whom he defeats and battle for trying and toughs that defeat him. Does not mine to kill any that get in his way.
Appearance: Young and beautiful. Long silky black hair. Where’s Elven robes with his sword at his left and arrows at his right.

History: He was born in a time of peace but the elves knew it would end soon. When he was born every thing began to change. At times it seemed the entire world was in fear of something. His parents knew he possesd the power to destroy all things but decided that they could change that. They began to teach him white magic but it seemed the more he learned the stronger the darkness became. This went on for Five years before the Elven lord decided that it was impossible to change his destiny except the fact of death. His parents weren’t too happy with the decision of the elves yet they knew it to be true. That night the Strongest Eleven soldiers were sent to dispose of him yet they did not return from the house not knowing what had happened the parents of him came and saw why they had not returned. They were dead. It had begun this world would no longer be in peace. The darkness in him had fully awoken he was here for one purpose to destroy peace. The very thing he loved so much. He left the village in hope of harming none other then himself for he to now know his destiny. He travels for two years to get away from the elven people in makes home in the land of men where they except him as a weapon of destruction and only use him for war, His swift hands and feet and unmatchable eyesight makes him perfect for battles of long range or close combat. They give him all the weapons they have to choose from and he chose a bow and arrows, a kattana and a kodachi. Eight years after he is excepted he is put to war one last time against his own people and turns on the men destroying all with one swift move and attacks the elf’s in a manner of fleeing the battle field knowing that he could not harm his own people. For now he fights within himself as others watch those who will one day try again to use him for destruction. He can almost control his inner self yet it can also control him. Now all he wishes to do is live away from his kind and those who wish to use him yet he knows he cannot and knows what is to come to this place the destruction which he so greatly enjoys yet despises at the same time. He will try and yet fall trying to stop it his future is clear for him yet he refuses to believe it.

Name: Ai Miyazaki
Age: 19
Race: Human/Wolf Demon
Gender: Female
Hair: Long, White
Eyes: Yellow
Weight: Human: 100 lbs, Demon, 660 lbs.
Height: 5 ft in human form. 12 ft in demon form.

Weakness: If she battles on the night of the waning crescent moon, she will become temporarily mortal.

Strengths: Incredible Magic, Speed, Power, and endurance levels. She can turn into a wolf like beast if she forced to and she can teleport. If she battles on the full moon, her strength gets a boost.

Weapons: Wolf like demon form (She must be pushed to her peak of anger to lose control and transform.), Magic, a sword that has ancient demon writing. The sword is full of magic and is called the Tenkaiana, Fangs, and Poisonous Claws. (Sesshamoru)

Armor: Magical armor that cannot be pierced by any weapon that deals magical damage. No weapon can pierce the neck and chest part of armor. The armor is invisible and bewitched to be feather light so it does not weigh Ai down.

Attacks: *Non demon form*

Wolf Fire (Yes I love Shippo and its called WOLF Fire. Not Fox Fire.): Black flames in the shape of wolves come out of her hands when her hands and claws are in a strained position and her middle finger kind of sticks out and “Wolf Fire” is yelled. Damage: Heavy.

Demon Glare: Ai’s eyes turn a demonic red and a red flash flashes. It may blind the enemy temporarily. Other wise, no damage is done. Damage: May blind enemy. If not, then None.

Curna (Yes I know its not an attack. It heals.): Healing Magic is cast upon Ai when her eyes turn white and the word “Curna” is spoken. Cure Effects: All the life-threatening injuries are healed.

Poisonous Burn: Ai’s eyes turn a vivid poisonous green and she slashes the enemy with her claws, inflicting poison status on them. Damage: The Slash does moderate damage but the poison slowly burns the victim’s flesh. (Yep Sesshamoru.)

Oni Fire: (In case u don’t know, Oni means demon.)
Ai slashes the enemy with the Tenkaiana then yells “Oni Fire!” and then the sword glows black and she slashes the victim again causing fire and lighting damage. Damage: Very Heavy.

Earth’s Scar:
Ai lifts the Tenkaiana high and thrusts it down with impeccable force and creates a scar in the earth that throws her enemy high with the incantation “Earth‘s Scar!”. She then jumps up and, with the Tenkaiana’s hilt, slams her enemy down.

Angellic Hell: Related to the Earth’s Scar attack, Ai thrusts her sword down and hit’s the ground and a cross shape appears in light, then levels, sending her enemy down.

Iron Reaver Soul Stealer: It’s a little attack from Inuyasha that I stole Muahaha! She slashes the air and yells Iron Reaver Soul Stealer.

*Demon Form*

3 Tail Fire: Ai spins her three tails and creates a big fire ball and shoots it at the enemy. Though does heavy damage, it is easy to avoid. Damage: Heavy

Howling Rage of The Moon Goddess: Ai lets out a blood-curdling howl and the heavens respond with powerful damage to the enemy by stardust rays (Red XII. FF7.) Damage: Moderate

Ultimate Quake: Ai jumps roughly 70 ft in the air and lands with ground shaking results. Damage: Moderate.

Demon Summon: Ai lets out a moan-howl and the demons of hell rush and flood the enemy. Damage: Heavy.

Personality: Quiet but murderous if you catch her at the wrong time. She has never killed another human or fought one unless they draw their weapons and rush at her. She guards a village and no one that is innocent has been killed because of her.

Appearance: Human: She has Amber eyes and Long white hair. She also has a mark on her forehead. However it is not clear what it is. She has dog ears like Inuyasha’s and one part of the left ear is bitten off. Ai wears a cloak that hides her face but villagers have seen her face. She wears a blue ribbon in her hair and a necklace a thankful villager gave her in saving the villager’s child from a demon. Ai also wears pants and a shirt made from the fur of her own (INUYASHA WOO!).

The Tenkaiana looks like a simple battered up piece of junk when not transformed. When it has transformed, it looks exactly like Inuyasha’s Tetsiuga.Demon: Big, Amber eyes, Long snout, three tails and big paws. Flames kind of linger on her. Her ears are her human form ears only way bigger. Pearl fur and pearl flames. Her teeth in demon morph are huge like sabers. Her tails are big and have a big advantage. They generate fire. They are pearl as well.

History: Ai was born in a village that was abandoned. Her father was human while her mother was a wolf demon. She was born with 2 other siblings. 2 boys. Ikanakai is the elder brother, Ejakca. Ai is older than Ejakca but Ikanakai is the older brother of them all and the snob of the bunch. Ikanakai is full blood demon and thinks he is better that Ai, Ejakca is %89 percent demon, and also a snob and hot headed.


Ai’s mother, Named Kianaka, went to a demon sword-smith after being attacked by a demon. She ripped out one of her claws and saber fangs. “Here. Forge these items with swords. The Tenkaiana and the Kaiten.” She had said, throwing the claw and fang down in front of the sword-smith. The sword smith just stared at her. “Very well. I will forge two great swords for my life.” He said. Kianaka smiled with looked very creepy for a wolf demon.

“Give the Tenkaiana to my half demon daughter, Ai. Give the Kaiten too my demon son, Ikanakai. I trust my son would be ruthless with his sword so make the sword after Ai’s. She is less hot-headed than my son.” Kianaka said. And do Kaiten and Tenkaiana were forged. Shortly after Kianaka ordered a claw and a fang to be forged with swords, she was found dead with an Exterminator chain pick in her back. “We’ve got to avenge Mother!” Ikanakai said, drawing Kaiten. “No! If your mother was killed, you’ll be slaughtered like a centipede demon slaughters a young child. You mustn’t go Ikanakai. Its too risky.” Gotain, Ai’s father said.

Ai was meditating but opened her eyes to join the argument. “Umm…I hate to do this Father but I agree with Ikanakai….hey…where’s Ejakca? Where is Tenkaiana?” Ai asked calmly. “Well it looks like that fool demon son went to avenge Kianaka.” Gotain said. Five hours later (Ikanakai went out to hunt for food.) Ejakca came home unscaved. “You fool! Going after the Exterminators like that and stealing my sword!” Ai said, outraged. Ejakca raised and eyebrow and threw Ai her sword back. The blood on it wasn’t human, Ai could tell. It was rabbit. “You know Ikanakai went hunting right?” Gotain said. “Yeah. I was hunting with my wolves and met up with Ikanakai. He told me to get my ass home or I would end up like mother.” Ejakca said.

“I’m guessing you brought home rabbit?” Ai said licking her lips.
Ten rabbits dropped from Ejakca’s hands. “ I thought you would be mad at me for taking your sword so I brought 3 for you.” Ejacka said. “Also, These puppies showed up when I was hunting. The seed for your wolf pack. One’s from my pack and the other is abandoned. One’s male and the others female. You do the math.” Ejakca said, putting two rampant puppies in her lap. “Heh. Thanks Ejakca. I’ll raise them well.” Ai said, smiling.

About 10 minutes later, Ikanakai came home with his pack. Everyone except her and her father had a pack. I guess it was because she was half demon instead of her brothers and she favored foxes a bit more that wolves. They had a wonderful dinner and what’s left went to the wolves. Ai soon fell asleep only to be awakened 5 hours later by a chorus of unknown wolf howls. Her father was still asleep since he didn’t have hearing like her and her brothers.

“It’s an enemy pack. We’ve got to go. They have a lot more wolves than we do.” Ikanakai said behind her. “What about Father?” Ai asked. “We have to leave him. If we don’t, they’ll follow us.” Ejakca said. “ No. We leave with him.” Ai said fiercely. “No we don’t Ai.” Ikanakai said, drawing Kaiten and whacking her with the hilt. She then fell unconscious.

She woke surrounded by wolves. Half weren’t Ejacka’s or Ikanakai’s. It must’ve been the enemies wolf pack. Two wolf demons emerged from the wolves. “Are you Ai Miyazaki?” One of them said. Ai growled in reply. “I’ll take that as a yes. Look beside you. Your loyal brothers tried to save your life.” Another one said. Ai’s eyes blazed with unbridled anger as she saw her brothers right behind her, slain. With unseen speed she lunged at the wolf demons.

They had a hard time blocking her attack. “You!” She yelled. She slayed a wolf in the attack. They simply pushed her away. “Your anger is pointless child.” The first Wolf demon said. Ai had been taught not to lose control of her anger for if she did, she would turn into a wolf beast and destroy all. Instead she unsheathed her Tenkaiana which immediately transformed.

The two wolf demons backed off two steps. “Yeah. I would advise that.” Ai said. She saw something in the first wolf demons eyes. A glint of evil. “ I will destroy you first for I know you killed my Ejakca. WOLF FIRE!” I yelled. Black flames in the shape of wolves raged to the first wolf demon and killed him spontaneously. Her anger made the attacks more powerful. “My wolves! Attack!” #2 yelled. The wolves lunged at her but she jumped. But one wolf caught her ear and pulled. Part of my ear came off. “YEOW!!!!!” I yelled. I lashed out my claws. “IRON REAVER SOUL STEALER!” I yelled. The wolves head fell off diagonally. “You!” The wolf demon cried.

She lunged at me and I dodged narrowly. “Hah! You’re going to need more speed to catch me!” I yelled. The wolf demon asked her wolves to attack but they were too scared to. “I’ll be back Ai!” The wolf demon called. “Don’t get your fur in a bundle!” I yelled back and laughed. I walked over to my brothers. I gave them a proper burial and made a force field around Kaiten so thieves and bandits wouldn’t steal it. I went to a nearby village where a family took me in. “So you’re a half breed eh?” The little sister of the family said. I nodded.

“I’m surprised that you took me in. Half-demons and humans and full blood demons never get along with half breeds like me, even if they are related in blood.” I said. Five days later they brought the subject up again. But this time my little ‘brother’ asked me. “Well, I’m a human and I don’t mind you.” He said. I gave him a wide glare with a creepy smile. “That’s because I protect you all.” I said evilly. I was chopping wood when I heard someone scream. I saw a spider demon about to devour a child. My instincts told me to save the child but how would she react if I brought her child down? Would she not take her child back and tell me to devour her? I didn’t care obviously. “Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!” I yelled. The demon fell apart. I grabbed the child and gave her back to the mother. She was a half breed like me. “Oh thank you Ai! Its good to know that we have a convenient demon slayer around!” She yelled. “No problem.” I said. I still guard the village along with my wolf pack. However, I go a way for a while and the pack guards the village.

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Name: Lakota Smith

Sex: Female

Race: Human/Ghost

Age: 15

Occupation: Ghost: Ghost Assassin (An 15 year old assassin. Freaky.) Human: Volunteer at the HSUSA. Walks dogs there.

Birthplace: Hilton Head Island, South Carolina

Current Location: Probably kicking some kids ass at school or on a mission in ghost form to kick some ghosts ass. You never know with Lakota.
Hair: Snow white in ghost form. In human form blackish purple.
Eyes: Yellow. (She uses contact lenses.)
Weight: Don’t ask or she with get mad. But she is skinny.
Height: 5 feet

Weakness: Is a complete sucker for dogs. If she sees a Chihuahua, she will be distracted heavily.

Strengths: Ghosts or opponents often underestimate her ghost powers. Also she can walk through wall in ghost form. She also can control others body’s.

Armor: She can turn well it’s hard to say but she can make things go right through her. But the problem is she can only do it 3 times total in battle.

Weapons: Energy blasts that she can shoot from her hands and such. Can control items around her. A scythe. (She is a “temporary Grim Reaper” shall I say?” She disposes of old people and protects earth from bad ghosts.) Magic

Skills/Magic:
Circle of Fire: She creates a circle of fire with her scythe and will surround her enemy and bind them.
Dragon Ice: Her amulet glows icy blue and a freezing blue fire comes out of the amulet.
Dragon Glare: Lakota’s eyes glow red and glare at the enemy making them disoriented.
Ghost Control: Lakota in ghost form controls anyone or thing.
Death of the Dragon: An immense shockwave will knock her enemy down and the Lord of Dragons is summoned and falls upon the enemy. Immense power. Though it is risky. Because Lakota may lose consciousness. Can only be used once in battle.



Temperament: Has a short temper. Need I say more? She has 1 friend who helps with her schedule. His name is Joe Hunter. A total computer and meat freak. While Lakota is vegetarian

Appearance: She is a gothic girl. At school dances she always gets a cute gothic guy. She has this neat dress that is mesh net for the top (It also comes with a tank) and has purple layered frills at the bottom half of dress. Her hair is usually short, spiked. Wears this awesome amulet that has a dragon engraved on it that was passed down by her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother that is probably worth 500K today. It has black and blue diamonds and ruby eyes. And white gold. People had tried to steal it but they could never do it. Her amulet is magical.

History: I come from a long line of witches, vampires and half ghost people. My 6 times grandmother was a witch. My father is a vampire and mother is half ghost. I take it in stride. I just wish I was a vampire. My brother is very annoying. He is going to be a warlock. So he has played many a tricks on me.

But I always get back at him. I try to be normal but kids at school always make fun of me calling me “Ghost Girl”. It gets very annoying at times. But boy I creeped them out when I controlled the chalk on the chalkboard and wrote “ What is 999999x999999?”. The whole school freaked out. Only Joe Hunter laughed. Joe is my best friend. My father has sworn never to drink his blood. “MOM!!!! LAKOTA IS TALKING TO STRANGE PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET!!!!!!” Jack yelled. Mom came through the wall and turned back into her human form. A bat flew in my room as well. “JACK!!!! I SWEAR I WILL BREAK YOUR FINGERS AND WAND!!!!” I yelled angrily. Dad changed into his normal form. “Jack sweetie, She is only writing her profile.” Mom said.

My brother stuck his tongue out at me. Anyway I just had to type that. I was given my scythe when the Grim Reaper came and said he got tired of his violence. I didn’t understand back then because I was only 11. “Ummm Mr. Reaper? Why me?” I asked stupidly. “Because child you are special. I also didn’t want your brother to be me because he might use it wrong. Also he is only 10.” Reaper said. “I am 11.” I said. But the Grim Reaper was gone. “Oh great. I have to kill old people, take care of bad ghosts AND GOTO SCHOOL???!!!!” I yelled. I was to start out with only people in my state thank hell.

To look normal I was hired to be a dog walker in the HSUSA. I soon fell in love with dogs and my weakness in battle is dogs. So. Gack! Old people call. Brb. * 1 hour later* Whew! Ok. I was born with my powers. When I was 13 my mom gave me my 6 times grandmother’s amulet. She told me that never let anyone have it. I wore it to my 3rd school dance. I found a great guy named David. He was gothic so it made me feel better.

Jack was sneaking up on me with his wand. I had a arrow in my room at that time so I was ready for his tricks. He tried to cast a spell on me but the arrow I controlled pinned him against my wall. “Yeah. You hang out in my room for awhile Jack.” I said laughing. I turned into my ghost form and walked through the walls and straight to the kitchen. “Where’s Jack, Lakota?” Dad asked.

“Oh hanging out in my room?” I said as I turned back to normal. “RRRRWARK!! Dinner time!! Dinner time!!!! RRRRWARK!” My cuckoo in the clock said. “Oh shut up Edgar!” Mom said to the cuckoo. You see, Jack cast a spell so the cuckoo was alive and could really talk. We called him Edgar. Edgar went back into the clock.” HELP!!!!” Jack yelled. “He sounds like he is in agony!” Mom said. I am busted so I will probably be grounded from the computer for a week or two for hanging Jack on my wall so, G2G so bye! *follows her parents up the stairs*

Approved by Prince Jake



Name: Raven King a.k.a The “Black Tiger” (Criminal name)
Age: 16
Race: “ Black Tiger” Werewolf
Gender: Female
Current Location: Gotham City
Birthplace: Gotham City
Eyes: Purple.
Hair: Long, Raven black. Appears to be blue when in the sun.
Weight: 107 lbs
Height: 5’7


Weakness: Has no armor.
Strength: The “Black Tiger” Werewolf is a rare type. It is extra agile and speedy.

Weapon: Werewolf form. And a pike that changes into weapons. Armor: None

Forms Her Pike Can Change Into:
Scythe
Spear
Dagger
Sword
W Machine Gun (Very proud of)
Pistol
And Lance.

Hobbies: Practicing with her pike, playing video games and busting out her radio system.
She also likes to play with her friends, Moon the dog and Lan. (Boyfriend)


Appearance: Raven is pretty as she is dangerous. She has 3 scratch marks on her face. She also has a black jewel on her forehead on the day of the full moon. She has very white skin that continues the rumor of her being part Vampire. No one knows for sure. She usually wears ragged and cut black bellbottom jeans and a ragged black shirt with a werewolf on it.

She wears black spiked boots with chains. She rarely wears any other than black or blue but on occasion she will wear a blood red shirt with denim jeans and black and pink Converse high top shoes. The shirt used to be white. Need I say more about her fashion?

Attitude: She is shy but can be very moody when upset.

Bio: Not much is known about Raven. She doesn’t even know how she got her mysterious yet powerful pike. She claims she found it on the street. But she does know about the terrifying experience when she got scratched by a werewolf. She will tell it in her own words and then continue the Biography. “Well it was on Halloween when I was about 10 years old. I had just finished collecting candy alone.

I had been such a fool. My parents were out doing shopping. I just noticed it was a full moon after I took off the sheet that I had been wearing for a ghost costume. Though my family is rich and I had about $1000 dollars in the bank, I didn’t want to spend money. So I used a sheet. So I took off my sheet once I got in our home. Its really nice. Like 13 million dollars worth of mansion. I started eating candy when I heard a screech and a howl. When I looked out side the window, our poodle was dead.

“I was pretty scared about Ghost. I had never believed in werewolves so I thought a deer kicked him in the head. After 10 o’ clock my parents came home. ‘Hi Honey!’ Mom said. ‘M-m-mom….Ghost….he’s dead…..’ I said. Then I burst out in tears. My parents were really shocked. I am not really the type of person who’d cry. ‘Well honey….Ghost was 17 He-’ Mom said.

‘No. He was killed by something because I heard him screech.’ I interrupted. After 10 minutes of silence Mom said ‘Honey would you do us a dear and get some bags?’ I nodded, still crying and sagged out the door. After I grabbed 4 bags I heard a growling noise. In the bushes I saw a pair eyes. I dropped the bags in shock.

‘G-g-Ghost??’ I stammered as I saw a black paw emerge from the bushes. I backed away slowly. There was more of a snarling noise now. I kept thinking that I don’t believe in werewolves and this is a bad dream. A black and white striped head with vicious green/blue eyes emerged from the bushes. This wasn’t Ghost.

The snarling noise got louder. But then all I heard was me screaming. Because a werewolf emerged from the bushes. ‘N-n-nice doggy……’ The next thing I knew was that I felt intolerable pain. I thought ‘Please…please let someone hear me screaming!!!!’ But no one came. I fainted then awoke in a hospital. My parents were in chairs, crying their eyes out. ‘Wha…what happened?’ I asked. ‘You were attacked by a werewolf.’ a doctor behind me said. I gulped. I knew what happened if you got bit or scratched by a werewolf.

‘You mean…I got scratched by a werewolf?’ I asked. ‘Yes. On your forehead. It seems to have taken a reaction as well. You have a black jewel on your forehead when it is the day of the full moon. You have been in a coma for a month now. It seems you are calm even in werewolf form when you are asleep. I am greatly surprised. Usually you would wake up screaming when you transform. It’s probably painful.’ The doctor said.

I couldn’t believe it. I had become a werewolf. I was dead meat. I knew you lose your mind when you transform. But….maybe being a werewolf would be cool I thought. Yeah. Right. And that was the beginning of a painful 6 years.”

6 YEARS LATER

“I continued to cope with my…’ailment’. My parents and people at the hospital were the only ones who knew then. At age 11 I was able to control the transformation somewhat. I locked myself in my room and locked the windows so I would not break out. It worked somewhat. But my room was a mess from me tearing it up all the time. If we were poor, my parents probably would’ve abandoned me. But for four years, my room got replaced every 5 transformations. I felt guilty sometimes.

I knew I could not have been left outside in transformations, for surely I would have killed someone. I drink something that somewhat subdues the pain in transforming but I wanted to make a drink that would make me keep my mind in werewolf form. Like a Wolfsbane potion Snape makes for Lupin in the third book of Harry Potter.

It seems that I have a continuing knack for wolves and dogs. I guess that’s because I am part wolf. My parents have worked hard to keep scientists away from me, dissecting me or doing tests on me. Might I say they have done a wonderful job. Still…. The Gotham City Scientist’s Society (GCSS) is always after an interview. This is the only interview I have done in my whole werewolf experience. When I was 15, I found a pike on the street side.

I picked it up, considering it was no ones when a fairly cute 15 year old boy (he’s 17 now) came up on me. His name is Lan. I took quite a liking for him because he was very interested in werewolves. Yet, I didn’t tell him that I was one of them. Yet. We often met in stores. Especially the Science Store. I was looking for werewolf-related chemicals. So was he. Once I bumped into him and had to pay 40 dollars for the broken beaker.

When I got out of the Science Store, I saw a little black puppy. My love for dogs was to great. I named him Moon, and brought him home. We were still grieving about Ghost, and since they can’t come in my room on full moons,
they were really glad to see another dog. ‘Aww!!! Such a cute puppy! What did you name him?’ Mom asked. ‘Moon.’ I answered. My parents said that it was a good name. ‘I did some research on werewolves and it said that we are very calm to other animals. Especially dogs. So I can have at least a dog for company. It also said that werewolves are very affectionate to dog puppies.’ I said. My parents were glad because when I transform, I feel lonely.

‘Did you see your boyfriend again?’ Mom asked. My usually pale face was bright red. “Lan is not my boyfriend!’ I yelled. My parents snickered. I swear that even Moon was laughing at me. Then I noticed. It was night. I had my black jewel.

‘Mom…Dad…bye!’ I said. I could feel the fur sprouting from my body as I ran up the stairs. I slammed the door behind me, locked it and ran over to my window. I closed it and locked it as well. I drank my drink and laid on my bed.

The fur was done but now my hands were curving into clawed paws. The pain was so used to and with that drink, the transformation felt like my feet were asleep and I was walking. Except that I was lying down and it was my whole body. Still I let out a screech of pain when my legs and arms reversed and when my snout sprouted. My ears slid up my head and a tail sprouted from my butt. My hair turned into a mane.

At last my transformation was complete. Then werewolf killer instincts kicked in. I immediately thrashed in my new bed, snarling like crazy. Wait a minute…I felt stronger than before… then that means…my head jerked to the window and I ran into it.

It broke immediately. Oh crap. Remember when I told you I had a 13 million dollar mansion? It has 3 floors. My room is on the third floor. Crap. AHHHH!!! OWW!!!!!I fell on four paws with no injury. My parents, obviously alerted by the crashing noise, unlocked my room. ‘Oh….no….NO!’ I heard my mom say. I didn’t stay in one place.

I howled and ran on the road. I hoped Lan wasn’t out, watching for werewolves. If he was, my form would track him down and no doubt kill him. I raised my nose and sniffed the air. Th-” “Wait a minute. Didn’t you say you had no control over your werewolf form?” Axmilli interrupted. “Yes. But I can’t say it any other way. So…as I was saying, Then I heard a car. Some kid was obviously being a complete idiot and was speeding toward me. ‘DAMN YOU DOG! GET OUT THE ROAD!’

I growled and stood my ground. I knew what I was thinking. Kill. Food. Eat. The car came screaming toward me. When it got close, I jumped on the hood and ripped through the canvas roof and grabbed the guy and bit him in the neck, killing him immediately. I held on to him. With no one steering, I jumped off the car with my victim. The car rolled over, then exploded. Really.

With fresh meat still in my mouth I ran to the woods near my house and unwillingly devoured the poor kid. (Yeah. Ick.)*wince* I found something strange in his stomach. Bones. Human bones. In his stomach. I realized I had just devoured a werewolf. But I wondered how he wasn’t in transformation.

Then I got shot with a tranquilizer. I saw who shot me. A scientist. Adrenaline awoke me immediately and I killed and ate that man too. I fell asleep quietly in werewolf form and awoke in the morning in my bed. My parents obviously dragged me home. ‘You feeling alright Raven?’ LAN??!!! ‘You were seen in a zoo with wolves. I wondered why.’

Lan didn’t know that I was werewolf still. The burden of not telling Lan what I was got heavier every time I saw him smiling at me. Moon was still alive and well. My pike was getting easier to control. I found out that it could change into other weapons. But I wanted it to stay a pike when ever Mom and Dad were home.

I continued to eat a lot of junk food so I would forget killing and eating those two people. Lan still didn’t know what I was. We became great friends even boyfriend/girlfriend though we never admitted it. On Lan’s 16th Birthday I was invited. It was on the next full moon.

I gulped. This meant telling him that I couldn’t come because I was a werewolf. I decided to call him to come over. He came over, suspicious why I wouldn’t come. Then I forced the truth. ‘I can’t come.’ I said.
‘Why not?’ He replied. ‘Because…..because….’ I stammered. It wasn’t easy. ‘Yes?’ he asked in his sweet tone. I hate it when it does that. ‘I am a werewolf.’ I said.

Lan stared at me then got a sly face. ‘That would explain why you were in the wolf exhibit. So what’s it like being a werewolf?’ He said. ‘Hell. I ate 2 people the night before I was found in the exhibit. You don’t have control.’ I said. ‘I did hear a car roll over and explode that time…was that you?’ He asked like it was the coolest thing ever. ‘Yep. But that kid that I killed who was in the car…he was a werewolf. Why he wasn’t in werewolf form I don’t know.’ I said.

Lan stared, obviously thinking hard. Then…’The car! The car must have reflected the moon’s rays!’ He said. I told him I ripped the canvas roof off. ‘You killed him before he could react to the rays.’ Lan said simply. It all made since. ‘How many werewolf movies and books do you rent?’ I asked. ‘A ton. That’s how I know so much.’ He said. He still liked me after I told him the truth. ‘No problem….say.. I noticed that you don’t go to school.’ Lan said. ‘I know. I don’t want anyone to know about my ….ailment….’ I replied.

‘ I also noticed that you have a black jewel on your fore….THE BLACK TIGER WEREWOLF!!!!!’ Lan yelled. He stood up and shaked me hard. ‘YOU ARE ONE OF THE RAREST BREEDS OF WEREWOLVES IN HISTORY!’ He said. ‘Stop shaking me. And stop yelling.’ I said. DUH! That’s why the scientists were after me! I wondered about that jewel on my forehead but thought I was a freak reaction to the shock.

1 month before we get to where we started I continued to cope with my werewolf. I made getaways very often. I am now one of the most hunted people in Gotham City. However, one of the pleasures of being a werewolf is that since no one can catch me, no one can discover who I am. Moon always comes with me for company when I transform. Moon, Lan, Mom and Dad are still the only things that know that I am a werewolf.

I try to keep control when I transform. And sometimes I actually can control sometimes when Moon is with me. I have killed about 50 people. I don’t getaway from my room much now since my window is continuously hammered and blocked with plywood. But sometimes the werewolf gets lucky. Lan is now researching werewolves like crazy for a potion or drink that prevent me from killing people. No luck yet but I have faith.

Moon turned 2 years old on June 23rd 2004. The day of a full moon. I got away this time. But as always, Moon came with me. We are inseparable. He keeps me from murdering a lot. Still…no luck on Lan’s research. We still hang out a lot at the mall. I go to public school now. I have not made any other friends yet. When its Halloween, we have ghost story telling contest ( for 10th graders. Lame.) I haven’t lost yet with my werewolf stories. Heh heh.

Every kid in my class says that my werewolf stories are so bloody and violent that its like I am the Black Tiger (I got a cool killer nickname!) or a werewolf. I laugh sometimes. If only they knew that I was the Black Tiger.
Well I end here in this interview. I hope that people will be more careful about werewolves whether fiction or not. After all…You maybe next.” “What a lovely interview! *tail blade quivers* Stay tuned on this bloody and seemingly unsuitable channel for an interview with Spike and Faye from Cowboy Bebop!!!!”

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Name: Myoko Tayakai
Race: Human/ Cat Demon
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Kyoto, Japan
Birth Date: February, 8, 2081
Age: 15
Hair: Black
Eyes: Depends on her mood in both forms. Often Glowing.
Weight: Human: 101 lbs Demon: 202 lbs
Height: Human: 5'8 Demon: 6'8

Weaknesses: Her armor around her chest and neck is weak. She can only cast magic if her spear is present.
Strengths: Can teleport. Always has Myakka at her side.

Weapons: Martial Arts, Magic, Spear of the Zodiac and rides on a wolf that helps her in battle. The Wolf’s name is Myakka. Claws, teeth and a tail with a small stinger as well.

Armor: An invisible chain suit that appears only when taken off and disappears automatically when she turns into her demon form.

Attacks: (Magic) Flaming Phoenix (Myoko): A cloud of flame the shape of a phoenix is summoned and rushes at her enemy.

Ice Dragon (Myoko): Like Flaming Phoenix but is made of ice and is the shape of a dragon.

Gigan Lightning (Myoko): 5 massive lightning bolts shoot out of her spear. More powerful when combined with Lightnindaga.

Lightnindaga (Myoko): Of all the lightning attacks her sensei offered her, Gigan Lightning and Lightnindaga were the only ones Myoko chose. Lightnindaga is more powerful that Gigan Lightning. 20 massive lightning bolts shoot out of her spear. More powerful when combined with Gigan Lightning.

Dark Sun (Myoko): Myoko casts a spell and summons a black fireball that temporarily blinds.
Elemental Dispute: All of Myoko’s magic attacks are combined to create a powerful attack. Though powerful, Myoko can be injured badly because of the power. There fore you only uses it when desperate.

Tiger Strike (Myoko/Myakka): Myoko rides on Myakka and draws a air tiger that rushes at the opponent. Not very powerful but is the easiest to do.
(Physical)

Tiger Kick (Myoko): With amazing agility, a powerful neck kick empowered with the Tiger Zodiac is delivered. Usually knocks opponent down or out cold.

Wolf Trance (Myakka): Myakka’s eyes will glow as if in a trance and will bite or claw the enemy.

Dragon Punch (Myoko/Myakka): Myoko rides on Myakka and Myoko jumps off of Myakka and then she punches her enemy and Myakka rears and claws the enemy.




Temperament: Often shy, quiet. Very smart in both forms. Loves Linkin’ Park. Ruthless in battle.
Appearance (Human) Rarely seen at day but can often be heard running through a forest at night. Usually wears a head band like Ryu in Street Fighter. Wear’s black all the time. Is very pale. Wears nothing but black so I guess you could say she is Goth. (Demon) White and black fur. Little cat ears make her look deceivingly cute. Her claws are 6 inches long and her canine teeth are 3 ½ inches long. She cannot talk when in demon form so she uses telepathy. She has a long tail that ends in a poisonous stinger. She basically is harmless unless you make her mad.

History: *Transmission flickers* My name is Myoko Tayakai. I have been in the past for 1 year. I am on a mission to kill evil.
I was sent back in time on my 15th birthday, February 8th 2096. I am now in the year of 2004. Before I went back in time to diminish evil from whence it came, I was given a wolf pup I named Myakka. I received her as a pet when I was 13. I trained her. She finished being trained 6 months after I received her. I also received my great-great-great-grandfather’s spear. My mother and father said it had the powers of the Chinese Zodiac. At first I had no care for the item. But on my 14th birthday I was sent out to train.
My life changed on that day. Myakka had stayed home. We are inseparable. I was sent out to train for killing demons. But I was caught by a mighty cat demon named Hirojasa. I was knocked out cold. When I woke up, I rubbed my head.

But my hands were covered in white fur and my nails had claws. I panicked.
I saw Hirojasa making a fire. *You are awake finally.* He said. I heard it in my head!!! I had know it was called ‘telepathy’. I heard it was a myth but I knew it was real now. I tried to say ‘Who are you?’ But it came out “Grrr *grunt* rawr!” Hirojasa chuckled or I thought he did. * You have to use telepathy child.* He said. I was confused. He saw my confusion. *Think what you want to say to me.* He said. I tried what he ‘said’ *Who are you?* I asked. * I am Hirojasa. Second in Command of The Cat Demons.* He said proudly. I had heard of him in legend. *I thought you were only a myth.* I said. Hirojasa blinked his eyes. Then he laughed in my head. *I forgot you were a human.* He laughed. *WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY ‘WERE’?????!!!!* I yelled. I was afraid. My mother and father would kill me if they saw me. * Don’t worry. You can change back into your pathetic human form. But I can see in the future. You must beware of you 15th birthday. You will be sent back in time.* He said sternly. I don’t know how but what he said was true. I was suppose to try out the new time machine the scientists in Kyoto had made.

* What time is it?* I asked. Hirojasa rocked back as if in a trance. *It is 20:70 RM. (Meaning 10:30 PM in past time)* He said. *My mother and father will kill me.* I said. Hirojasa closed his eyes again. *Your mother and father will be killed tonight.* He warned. *I got to go. Can I have my spear?* I asked politely ignoring his warning. He handed me my spear. I suddenly turned back to human as I thought Human. “Goodbye. And thank you for the powers you have given me.” I said. I bowed. * I warn you!!!! Beware of midnight!!!!* He said behind me.

It just happened that tonight when my mother and father were at the holographic beach, they got robbed and shot. They died an hour later. They died right at the strike of midnight. I turned into my demon form and remembered the smell of Hirojasa and ran, crying to him. *I warned you child.* He said once I found him. * I don’t know what to do.* But then Myakka came. Hirojasa jumped up and drew a sword. *DON’T! This is Myakka. Don’t be afraid.* I said. Hirojasa calmly put his sword away. I only remember that I was adopted by Hirojasa until my next birthday. * Father, I have to go.*

I said. I got accustomed to calling him father. * Ok. Be careful when you go back in time.* He said. I ran swiftly with Myakka at my side. She had grown quite large. Large enough for me to get on. I turned back to human. Myakka had grown very smart. She knew a lot of words. Telepathic and such. I had learned Martial Arts and magic attacks. Hirojasa was a very good trainer of both category’s. He also taught me how to teleport. I had learned a lot in one year. I finally got to Kyoto Science Lab. The scientist’s greeted my happily. “I want to take Myakka with me too.” I said. “ I won’t go without Myakka. Or my spear.” The scientist’s nodded .

I had to go through test’s. So did Myakka. She bit one scientist but no minor injury.
And that’s how I got here today. It’s hard living in a place where you don’t belong, so, well…uhhh…Myakka? Do you have anything to say? You know I can translate wolf words into human words. *Myakka howls and barks 2 times each.* She says she is speechless. Anything else? *Myakka howls 4 more times* Of course. She says ‘Don’t kill the wolves!!!’ Well what else do you expect from a rare black white striped wolf? *Myakka growls* Myakka says she smells something wrong so I can’t stay long. One last thing, If you lose courage don’t lose ho- *Transmission is cut off*

Approved by Kishin

You can look these Old chars up in the search thing.
All the chars I can think of o.O
Woops!! Forgot Jordan!
Name: Jordan Kanai
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Relatives: Hora Kanai.
Eyes: Deep Red.
Hair: Green and Spiked.
Weight: It depends on her morph. But in human: 118 lbs.
Height: Human: 5”9.

Strengths: She has hybrid morphs of dangerous animals.

Weakness: If morphs strait from one animal for over than 3 times she might not be able to control her morphing.
Her morphing is gradual. For some unknown reason it is gradual now.
Skills: Is very graceful because she has to avoid Hora’s Death Roll. She can turn on a dime and flip.


Weapons: The power to morph any animals or demons. Magic but she can only cast magic if she has stolen her sister’s sword of Scythe. Oh and a little spiked stick. (Remember she is Hora-Quan’s little sister by a minute.) She has a horse called Lunar she often uses in battle.
Attacks: Morphing ability. She is not as powerful as her sister Hora but Hora is a demon remember.
She doesn’t have much attacks but she can steal her sisters scythe which is the source of Hora-Quans Power. For attacks with her sisters scythe look up Hora’s
Profile.
Armor: Morphing. She can morph every 2 hours. The DNA pattern although will not affect her injuries thus if she morphs back to human her injuries will still be there. But some will heal like if you slash her tail off it will not show. Because Humans have no tail.( Kishin I am only trying to be fair!)



Personality: Sweet-Tempered. But if you catch her in a bad mood beware. She might morph a grizzly.
Appearance: Lemme say this. She is a twin of Hora-Quan. Basically the only difference is in the eyes and hair. Oh one more thing. She is Goth.
Bio: She got her morphing power from her sister. Her great-aunt is a witch so she helped to. Most of her memory is clouded since Hora got mad at her for stealing her sword and bonked her on the head. But this is all she remembers.
She was born June 21, 1986 along with her sister. She was mischievous from the start. She broke her first lamp when she was 3 years old. At her 7th B-Day she wished she could morph like her sister who received her demon morph a year before. Luckily her great-aunt was there and granted her wish. Her first morph was a ant. What else? She also has to speak telepathy but animals can’t talk unless you morph a parrot. She soon then morphed her dog, Kaiana. She is admired through the town and is very useful. She does a lot of cool things with her power. Her service is great. Uh oh…her memory is clouded up. On her 13th birthday she launched her website called: “Friendly Critters” That is basically all she remembers now but one more thing. She can’t stay in morph over 4 hours if she does she will stay in morphs forever. Here is her stats of morph.

Fave Flying Morph: Peregrine Falcon
Fave Battle Morph: Liger.
Fave Stealth Morph: Garter snake
Fave Overall Morph: Liger.
Approved by Tenkawa. Boy did i get lazy with her!

Name: Hora-Quan (Metal Head)
Race: Demonic Human
Gender: Female
Age:17
Hair: Long, Spiked at end, White.
Eyes: Pitch Black.
Weight: 101 lbs/Demon/500 lbs
Height: 6"9/Demon/ 8"7.


Weapons: Teeth, Claws, Spikes that protrude from her back. Sycthe, Sword of the Great Lord, and Dark Abilities.
Attacks:
Hora-Quan Death RollDemon) She rolls up in a ball and her spikes which come out become 6 in. long. She rolls untill she hits her target.
Darkness Lighting: This is a less powerful attack. Hora-Quan creates a what seems to be a dark lightning bolt and attacks with the lightning bolt. Takes 2 turns to make and attacks with 2 turns.
Thundaga:
A powerful lightning strike that may attack herself since her head is covered with a substance of metal.
Firaga:A Tornado flame will emerge from her scythe and will engulf (did i spell this right?) her enemies in flame. Powerful yes but there is a danger of creating it. It might set her scythe on fire.
Blizzaga:
Creates a very powerful blizzard which may freeze her enemies temporarily. She may get frozen from doing this.
Bahumut: Hora calls upon the Lord of all Dragons and temporarily Flame her enemies.
Leviathan: A monster rises out of sea,submerges then creates a tidal wave which washes over her oppenent.


Armor: Spikes, Claws, Her head is naturally covered in a metal substance when she is in demon form. She has no armor when she is in human form.


Personaility: Arrogant, Cocky. (Demon) Uhh has a deadly short temper.
Appearence: Looks like any normal kid untill you get to her eyes. Has a scar on her face diagnoly. Usually wears Camoflauge jeans and a Social Distortion shirt./Demon/ Her paws are padded and have 6 in. claws. Usually stands on her hind feet. Has 4 wings 2 angel wings and 2 demon wings. Her teeth are like razors and can cut throught Adamanteum (I hope I spelled it right.)They are also like a crocodile's teeth. One falls out one pops in. Has white fur.
Bio: Not much is known about Hora-Quan. No one knows how she got that scar. They say that she got scratched by a demon. Which is highly true. She lives with wealthy parents and she has every thing she needs. Her parents know about her secret and so does her friend, Carol. They highly respect her and know even if they didn't she wouldn't hurt them. She spends the night roaming streets always in demon form looking for a battle. One night before she had her powers she was walking on a side walk, when all the sudden she heard a demonic roar and a human scream. What she saw was terrifying. A demon was killing an old friend of hers. She went out then woke up. She screamed but a clawed mouth covered her hand. "Be quiet....Do you want Him to wake up?" The demon said. "Who is He?" Hora was very confused. "The Great Lord of Demons. My name is Shuanaka." He said. "You know me. I know you do. Look harder." Shuanaka said. Hora -Quan looked hard then gasped in horror. "JOAN!" She was very shocked. You see Joan was the name of her friend that was supposed to be dead. "Yes. But now I have caught you, I must make you one of us. This might sting a little." He said. He scratched her on the face and made that diagonal scar. "Congrats. You are a demon." He said. "I must go." Hora said. "Understood." Shuanaka said. Once again Hora went out. She woke up where she witnessed Joan being mauled. She wondered if what she saw was a dream. She tried to turn into a demon. She did and let out a roar that would have scare you to death. Literally. Well that is all she remembers. This is her bio. Shuananka will someday be char but for now i'll settle with her.
Hora was approved by Tenkawa.
Wow. how many Chars did i create?

Nass

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Name: Nass

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Race: Necromancer


Appearance: Tall, Eye level hair, Wearing black robes and cloaks to hide the many bodily fractures that he will not allow to heal up, hair color blue, eye color? He’s blind, Dreary.


Personality: Little is known of him besides the fact that he thinks nothing of his own life or anyone else’s.


Weapons: 50 Kunai knives which are seethed in his skin. And also an Arm blade. And a whip made of a wolves back bone and the head is still attached. Black Magic Fire, Ice, Thunder and darkness.

Armor: The many robes.


Strengths: He enjoys pain and does not care for any. Black Magic Fire, Ice, Thunder and darkness.

Weaknesses: The light.



History:
Born into a life of hatred and anger, he grew in the darkness of death and fear. When his parents were killed a necromanger he took there faith and became as one with them. As he grew in the darkness he lost his sight. By the time he was ten he had a new more caring family. And loved the night. He studied day in and day out the faith of a necromanger as he learned by reading a sort of brail that they had used for those that became blind. He found what power he had even with being blind at times he could see as if it were day. He at one point killed a mankiller (A creature that hunts man and devours there soul if they have not excepted the faith.) After he killed the creature he was sent to war on the planet Zerr. On Zeer they made a new home and slaughtered all that disbelieved on the spot. He at this point could care less for anyone beside himself hardly at all. His skin now had over fifty thousand puncture wounds on his body and his face was never seen. The light would wither his skin and therefore it was never seen. He feared nothing not even death for in his initiation he saw death and did not fear. Now he has been disbanded from the faith for the act of disbelief as Catar said. But catar would soon be repaid for his lie and he would be destroyed even death could not spare the pain he would endure.
Now at the age of sixteen he got his revenge when they attacked the planet he lived he destroyed all that had came and sent a message saying to leave him be or all would die. He now lived in the dark away from all the humans that love the light that he at one point used to be and that he despises so much.
Approved by Mirren.

*Approved by Mirren*

Name: Keityn [Kie-ten]
Age: 19
Race: Valan (A Humanoid race created by the Phoenix god Taurn)
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown, about a necks length
Eyes: Sky Blue
Height: 6’3”
Weight/Build: 178 lbs, a bit muscular, fairly slim

Weapon:
Taurn Blade- A sacred blade of the Taurn, it holds great powers of the Phoenix inside it, but its powers can only be unlocked by a wielder that the blade deems “worthy”

Clothing:
~White undershirt
~Black jacket
~Black pants made of a light, silk like material

Armor:
~Phoenix Armlet on right arm
~Dark Red Breastplate
~Leather gauntlet on left arm
~Boots of Taurn, which make the user more dexterous

Strengths:
~Fast, agile and dexterous
~Excels with fire magic

Weakness:
~Water and ice magic

Magic: (learns more as his skills increase)

Inferno Blade- focuses spirit energy into his blade, and attacks the opponent with the blazing weapon

Taurn Spear- focuses spirit energy into his palm, and fires many spears of fire which fly off in many directions and then into opponent

Personality:
Shy and quiet to anyone outside his own race, yet ambitious and fiercely loyal to his race.

Appearance:
When not at home, Keityn keeps his wings folded up snugly and hidden behind his cloak to avoid attention. He keeps the Taurn blade at his side at all times, for it is sacred to him and the Valans.

History:
The Valans were created by the great phoenix god Taurn, who rules over the skies. They are almost exactly like normal humans in appearance, but they bear great wings on their backs, and are gifted with the ability of flight. They built their vast, beautiful kingdoms, high atop the clouds, some say, keeping hidden from the rest of the world. The mightiest kingdom was the kingdom of Kalansar. Many shrines dedicated to Taurn are spread throughout Kalansar, and the streets are made of pure gold. The Valan lived peacefully and prospered in a time when weapons and warriors were not needed.

Until a Valan named Surlin betrayed them. Surlin gathered followers, and secretly plotted the downfall of his race, although none remain who know why. Some say he wanted revenge for an old feud, some say he was just insane. Whatever the case, Surlin and his followers gathered secretly, and began seeping the location of the Valan kingdoms to outsiders.

Soon, Kalansar was under siege. The untrained warriors managed to fight off the invaders, and imprisoned Surlin and his followers. However, the kingdom was reduced to a mere shadow of its former glory. The Valans became aware of the threats of outsiders, and began training warriors.

50 years later…

Kalansar was restored to most of its former glory. Taurn’s teachings said that their race would live on till the end of time, and also that they should not be so secretive anymore. The high priests taught that great warriors who possessed natural fighting talent should seek training elsewhere to better protect Kalansar and gain more trust from outsiders.

Keityn grew up in the revived kingdom of Kalansar. His parents died when he was very young, and he was taken in by a wealthy family. They were hard on him, and forced him to become a warrior, insisting that there was no greater honor then to serve Kalansar. They would starve him or beat him if they felt he hadn’t trained his hardest any given day, and he hated them for it. Keityn grew up miserable, and wondering all the time if he would get to leave, and what other worlds were like, he wanted to see them.

He accually became a great warrior, and one fateful day, the unsuspecting Valans were thrust into a war against a fierce barbaric army. They invaded Kalansar, and Keityn was able to fight them off eventually, along with the rest of the warriors they had trained. When the war was over, Keityn was all that was left of the Valan warriors. He ran to the king, despite his bruised body, and the king was relived that one of them had survived.

“Keityn” he said. “You are our last hope, take these gifts and venture into the outside world, seek out our enemies, gain us allies, do whatever you can to help our dying race…may Taurn be with you” The king bestowed upon him two sacred treasures of the Valans, the boots of Taurn, and the Taurn blade, said to be sacred artifacts blessed by the phoenix god Taurn. Now Keityn adventures to see new lands, and help his dying race...

Name:Chyla Lena(last name pronounced Le-na)
Age:24
Race:Greudo
Sex:Female, no duh
Hair:Long, sky blue hair that goes to her waist. She keeps it back with a blue headband near her ears.
Eyeslue
Weight:145
Height:5'11

Weapon:
Primary: A Greudo rapier that is small, yet deadly and is made out of lightweight titanium and is curved slightly.
Secondary: Dual plasma Ingrams.
Armor:

Strengths:Very qucik, agile and resistant of water-based magic and fire magic
Weakness: Dark magic and light-magic

Skills/Magic:

Magic:She was born with Stelth magic, meaning she can beome invisible or deadly whenever she wants to.

Skills:

Stelth Slash: Using her Stelth magic, Chyla becomes invisible and makes a qucik back slash to the opponet. She cannot be seen by even the strongest infarend devices.

Lighting mirror: Being very qucik, she goes arouund making false mirror images of her, fooling the opponet. Chyla makes 3, lighting-fast slashes at the opponet. Occasionly, she'll even fire a few shots form her plasma Ingrams, if she is mad enoguh.

Seduction: The name says it all, Chyla seduces even the strongest of men into a love-struck stupor. Even if it is a woman opponet, her seduction is very strong enough to get a woman to look! While the opponet is love-stuck, Chyla will play dirty and slash at the opponet.

Stelth Shot: Differing from the Stelth Slash, Chly goes into Stelth and shoots the opponet silently. This has more damage than the Stelth Slash.

Personality: Chyla tends to be different form most Greudos in her gang as she is very adventorus and she can get violent at times. She can change her moods in battle a lot, form arrogant,to seducative. She's bascily really weird...

Appearance: Like most Greudos, Chyla is hot in no exception. She has a blue tatoo on her left arm. She wears a blue bra shirt that is made up of 2 parts that cross her brests, which meet in the middle forming an X, which is supported by the back of her neck. She wears a blue miniskirt that goes about 4 inches from her knee. Sshe also has a strange blue dot on her forehead, which she thinks, keeps her Stealth magic.

History: Chyla grew up in Wallmaster City in the Earth/Hyrule-like Stalia, that is similar to Hyrule in race and legend, but however follows a time period like Earths. She was born on January 8th, 2240, giving her the nickname Snow Baby, by her fellow gang memebers. Now that I got all the techniclaty out of where she was born, the bio!

Like I said, Chyla grew up in Wallmaster City, which was founded over 1000 years ago by a religious cult that worshiped the Wallmaster. Anyways, when the city was founded, it gave birth to 3 gangs, the Zora Gang, the Greudo Gang, and the Theif Underground Gang(T.U.G), which was responsible for weapon selling/smuugling.

Anyways, Chyla became a memeber of the T.U.G at 16, when her family was brutaly murdered by the Zora Gang. There, she met her partner/lover, Alex Janson, who was half-Greudo. Both were assinged weapon cleaning tasks, because the standered age at which you could do the real work in the T.U.G was at 18. Chyla and him became good friends and soon when they were 18, the finaly got the jobs at selling weapons, smuggling weapons, and stealing weapons/money. There actions were consided master-like by the Wallmaster Underground and dangorus by the cops. They soon became one of the most wanted fugitaves in all of Stalia. Now at 24, here and Alex live in Wallmaster tower, still doing their work, still getting crap from the cops.

Name: "the god" (He hasn't found any yet)
Age: He's not sure, can be from 5 weeks to many thousands of years.
Race: A Discworld god.
Sex: He has the appearance of a male.
Hair: Black, short, standing out from his skull.
Eyes: Many small circles going outwards, being redder and redder towards the centre.
Weight: 180 Lb.
Height: 6 feet, 8 inch

Weapon: A staff, 6 feet of time-hardened oak.
Armor: Ecceptionally hard skin. >Though not to the extreme.

Strengths: None that aren't powers.
Weakness: Dependant of followers to get any power at all.
Skills/Magic: The basic lightning bolt almost all gods have, except his is about 5 inches and almost don't do damage, on account of him not having many followers.
Summon fire: Though "summon spark" would be more appropriate. You get the picture.
Various other god-like abilities, though all so basic and feeble they hardly do any damage or effect, any of them.
Personality: Always hopeful, almost ignorant of any bad things. A bit uncomfortable with humans, don't see them as being completely real. Likes cats and kittens, preferably white ones. He has never been seen to get angry, but he may become dangerous when so. Can get a little stressed and easily becomes uncertain. Has a thing for getting talked about with a capital "H" in "He" and "His", etc.
Appearance: He seems tall and skinny. He wears thin sandals made from though bark, and brownish, greenish, thin clothes made from some undefinable, slightly flowing substance. He wears a long, brownish coat, and a wide-brimmed, almost pointy and brownish hat. He wears trousers and a greenish vest with many pockets.

History: He remembers, walking through a wood, for an hour, an decade, an eternity.. he doesn't know. All he knows is that one day, he awoke to feel himself. And, he was in a forest. A golden, light, greenish and seeming lazy illuminated almost everything. Nice, He thought. Very nice. That was the first he ever remembered. The very first thoughts that ever revealed that he was. He wandered, one foot going before the other in long, slow swings. Suddenly, he looked down at his feet, and slowly fell foreward. His thoughts felt fuzzy and unclear, as if he had just slept. What are these...legs? Yes, legs. Hmm... After some time, and trial and error, he managed to get back on feet, and soon he walked again. Well, it was a nice day, what if he couldn't remember anything, except... He was a God? Well, of course he was.. It just seemed so alien and at the same time so familiar. Suddenly, he got a mental shock. He didn't know what he was god of. He had to be god of somthing, hadn't he? Well, well, he might find it later.

The god had wandered long, and had gotten to a deeper and older part of the forest. The trees were bigger, and many were lying on the ground, rotting and adding a strong organic smell to the air. The screeches from animals became more and more rare, and seemed stronger, and more wild. He heard the screech from a bird which didn't sound as it would join in a sing-song with the maid from the story, but rather eat the wolf, maul the pigs and do unmentionable things to the maid. But strangly enough, the god wasn't afraid, he didn't see the beasts as a treath. As he got deeper and deeper into the forest, he felt better and better. He felt as he fitted in. As he went, he suddenly heard voices. The language was unknown to him, but he was suprised to find he understood them. He felt the tingling of curiosity, and went closer to where the voices came from.

"Ok, we have it all planned out, men?"
"Yea, I fixed the random turn-up, so no more T'hunga suddenly dropping in."
"But still open to all?"
"Yea, I did it random, but tweaked the numbers. It should work good."
"And teachers come first. And you have remembered food? We don't want another mass famine with trapped students, now do we?"
"No, we don't, and yes I fixed it. Teachers will be summoned and will get to know the rules. We even added the Domerii to keep it all good."
"Ok, let's get this thing started already."
The god saw the different people, eight now he counted them, walking in a separate direction outwards in the clearing. They stopped so that they made a ring, each of them forming one of eight points. They all had staffs, some a bit like the god's, but most of them were carved, and some were of metal. The god wondered wheter he should join them, but thought it would be funner to watch from a distance.

The eight men stood still, arms outreached, each of their staffs floating in the air before them pointing to the center. The god saw a sot of greenish purple light flow between their hands and join them, then it flew through the staffs, and joined again at the center. There it formed a a small globe, and the one who seemed to be the leader said through cleanched teeth:
"Keep the flow steady. Stibbons; You've got a bit too much there, reduse it slowly or it'll topple."
"Yes, yes, I got it." the one known as Stibbon responded.

The god got a little closer to see good enough. Hmm...he started to feel a bit weird..

The apperant leader spoke again:
"Whoo..The Domerii took much power, we need more. All tap what they find!"

The got felt weirder and weirder..sort of attracted?
What happened next happened so fast I'll Stop time a bit to tell everything.

First, the men standing in a circle lighted up in the same greenish-purple colour and seemed to draw some of the light out of the surrounding air. Then, all the colour flew into the globe at the center and a small explosion occured.

From the god's point of view, he saw a bright light, then he felt stretched, then composed, then, it all was dark.

From a bird sitting in a tree near the god point of view, the god was streatched to a fine tread, then spun around the globe at the center of the circle, then dissapear.

The god saw, as before said, darkness. He said; "Umm... Could get some light?" And it was so. He saw much light, though nothing for it to light on. "Umm... I stand at nothing, do I? Could I get some land or floor here?" And it was so, he stood on a white marble floor, streatching into eternity. "Umm.. It's so bare here, maybe a fountain? With much water?" And it was so. Then, walls appeared, got doors, some big, some small. Then many floors appeared all along the walls, giving a gangway between the different doors.

"Hmm...Umm..Errrr" The god got a bit perplexed. He went to one door an tried it. Through it, there was darkness, and a joungle-feeling in the air. He closed the door.

"Umm.. They said more would come.. I'll just go to a quiet spot and wait a bit."
The wait lasted many years, and he was mostly mistaken for a statue.

Epilogue:
And in a clearing a long way away, and possibly many years away, eight people sat down and smoked a pipe each.
"Weird that insurge at the end. And did any of you hear something? Like a drawn out scream?"
"Yea, I owed it to Miltbanks Flying Upkeep, but it may have been somthing else."
"Well, well, whatever it was, it'll be sure to be integrated nicely,thanks to Brownwinkles Mixaster."

Name: William Poseidon.

Race: Hylian.

Gender: Male.

Age: 19.

Height: 6’9’’.

Weight: 81 Kg.

Weapons: He carries his trusty homemade bow & arrow with him everywhere he goes, and owns a short sword which he inherited from his uncle. William also carries three throwing knives in his ankle scabbard.

Armour: William wears only two rusty gauntlets, a rough leather overcoat and a short tunic over his legs. While many other Hylians think this a pittance to wear, William would not trade them for anything else.

Appearance: William is a tall lad for his age which is aided greatly by his long, muscular legs. His arms are likewise to his legs, through days spent pulling his bowstring, and his hands are slightly chaffed from doing so. His face is long, thin and rough’n’tough with scratches and bruises in various places, his nose is long but doesn’t stick out and is constantly running. His eyes are sharp and staring, even though they are blue, they are dark and bleak and smiles never reach them. His brown hair is matted and wet, and juts out over his round, blue eyes.

Strengths: William’s long legs mean he can run at 28 Mph over short distances, and strong arms mean he can gracefully use a bow and can fire up to 8 arrows a minute.

Weaknesses: William is not so skilled at hand-to-hand combat and gets sick on boats, and dislikes riding horses.

Skills/magic: William is quick to think and can cast simple spells such as: Sparks, light and flame (Though only in controlled environments).

Personality: William is a kind, mature young man, who pushes any anger down and restrains it… For a while. When Will has had enough, he explodes into a violent frenzy and cannot control his anger, which can be fatal to any nearby people. So, except when he is in a frenzy, William is a shy, retiring man, who is seldom noticed by others, and has an abysmal memory.

History: William was not born named “ William Poseidon” in fact, his real name is Dandola Kelos. William was born into a poor family, whom nothing was expected of and probably would have become the owner of his father’s shop if he had not gone on a trip to find a house to live in, in Hyrule one day… On his way through Gerudo canyon he met a small boy playing by the tents, the boy asked him to “ Get off my playing patch! You ugly git!” (This was because the boy was very young and had to deal with older bullies, and was feeling a little grumpy) Since William was already slightly bothered this set off his frenzy, and he killed the boy while he had no control, he fainted under his own anger and when he woke up, he became an outcast. He hid the boy’s body and told no-one. He vowed to be sorry for what he had done, and lived as a traveller, lodging in strangers houses under the name of “William Poseidon” and never saw his family again. He does jobs for his taker’s-in and offers to do anything that they might want. Four years on he is known as an extremely kind man, but tells everyone that he does not deserve that kind of respect.

Okay, here is my character after that huge fiasco thingie... Well, lets leave that behind us, and get on with the RPG'in!

Nalga and Kaid Rei approved by Mirren

Name: Nalga
Age: 22
Race: Wolf
Sex: male
Fur: White
Eyes: Crimson
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: (on hind legs) 5’ 10” (all fours) 3’ 2” [‘is feet “ is inches]

Weapon: sharpened claws given to him by the wolf god Hirciene
Armor: none

Strengths: speed as fast as the wind itself, powerful melee with claws, agility
Weaknesses: Fire and Earth based attacks, ranged combat

Skills: Telepathy can speak to any race through his mind, permanent immunity from ice attacks and freezing weather,

Spells:
Raven scout: calls upon rave to scout out 2 mile area

Blood drinker: throws self at opponent latches onto them and drinks blood to regain health

Beggar nose: sense prey at 50 ft.

Personality: Lone wolf whose pack was killed he now searches for his pack’s killer. He wanders the forests alone and never stopping. Determined killer.

Appearance: Nalga is a white wolf with scars all over his body. His powerful hind and front legs accent his radiant fur his ears are always up and his nose is always sniffing for someone…

History:
(Note starting at his tenth birthday previous history is basically play and sleep) At Nalga’s first hunt he was anxious to kill any kind of animal and taste his first fresh blood. Legend has it that his eyes were transformed to crimson then we do not know what color they were before. On his first hunt he killed a ground squirrel and he lived for the hunt for the rest of his life. On his eighteenth birthday he was awarded the position of hunt leader. His first hunt lead was a disaster and the worst thing that ever happened to him. Once they reached a clearing a man jumped out of the trees. When he landed Nalga had just enough time to notice the man’s green tunic and brown pants torn as if lived in for years. The man let an arrow fl from his Yew bow and it hit one of the new pups on their first hunt. The man and the wolves battled for an hour and Nalga lost many pups to this strange man. Nalga called for a retreat with his two remaining wolves. Too late the man shot them from the distance as if he had inhuman accuracy. Nalga went back to his den but he arrived to find that all the wolves had been slaughtered. In his rage he vowed to kill the man in the green tunic. For his next four years he has searched for this man ,but to no avail. In his twenty first year he had a vision from the wolf god Hirciene and he saw a dome made of some strange material. He was also granted powers and telepathy. He now searches for the man and the dome.

Name: Kaid Rei
age: 17
race: Elf
sex: male
hair: brown
eyes: left black, right green
weight: 185.5
height: 5' 10"

weapon: Silver dagger and Yew Bow and arrows
armor: none

strength: long ranged combat with accuracy he can shoot a mans eye
out from 80 paces
weakness:
short range combat he relies on his speed to get out of those situations
skills:
1.accurate (very accurate) when he focuses his hawk eye on a target 2.stealth as a effective as a chameleon’s color changing (NOTE: HE DOES NOT change colors it was describing how effective his stealth was) 3.quick as a wolf on the battlefield 4.slight alchemy he learned as a child 5.one spell Poison arrow: charges his arrow with a toxin that could stop a raging wolf in its tracks

personality: an archer who would rather not accept help from anyone. He relies on his cunning, his thievery skills, and his deadly archery skills to get him through any trouble he may encounter
appearance: he is an elf who has an eye of a hawk in his left eye socket he always wears a green tunic and brown pants all torn he also has a black belt across his chest, brown boots with spikes on the toes one brown gauntlet on the left hand he keeps his dagger in a pouch on the belt

history: Ever since his birth Kaid Rei had been a happy boy who would ask everyone for advice when he needed it. His parents were kind and caring then one day Hefru the Strange (my other life long character I have written about) came to his village and set fire to his house with his parents inside. After that day he developed his life long grudge against Hefru and vowed to kill him. Hefru heard of this and he went to fix things. Hefru cut out Kaids eye when he was thirteen years old and replaced it with a hawk’s eye. Even worse Hefru shot down the hawk with Kaid’s father’s bow and after he replaced Kaid’s eye. Kaid knew that the bow Hefru had stolen was a magical bow that set the arrows on fire as hey flew through the sky. Kaid went to live with his uncle to learn more about archery and at the same time discover where Hefru had gone. He stayed with his uncle for two years and when he left he was fifteen. He was fighting the wolves of Gara forest for a year to further increase his ranged and melee combat. After that he became a thief and has been thieving arrows and food for a year. He has turned from his childhood playfulness into a hardened thief. He ventures the world in search of Hefru to exact revenge.

Reyan was approved!

Reyan
Race: Nelandian
Hair: White with blue tips, spiky, has a black head band around his forehead
Eyes: Yellow irises with long, black pupils
Size: Around 5'05''
Age: 15
Sex: Male

Appearance: Like all Nelandians, Reyan is a reptilian hominid. He has blue skin, with dark blue scales on his cheeks and arms and legs. His eyes are yellow, and his hair white with blue tips. His nose is like a human's, expect he has slits for nostrils. He has a fang on the left side of his mouth that overlaps his upper lip. His tongue is black and forked. His arms hang loosly, and his face appears intimidating.

Weapon: A slightly curved, thin sword, made from light, slightly flexible metal. He's also good at hand-to-hand combat.

Personality: Reyan is boastful and full of himself. He's too proud to say anything most of the time, but instead stares feircely at anyone whom he does not like.

No Magic Abilities.

History:
Nelandia is a planet quite a far ways away from Earth. Far in the future, a series of transporters have been located at vacation spots on many different planets, so intergalatic torists can visit. Nelandia has always had a rough history with a paticular planet of creatures called Krethins by Nelandians, which means vile-ones. Krethins have visited many planets in hopes of enslaving their inhabitants. When they visited Earth, they found humans to be quite useless, as they died instantly when entering Kretha's atmosphere. Krethins have stayed alive in Human imaginations- they are the winged peoples with rings of light around their heads we now call angels. When they attempted to enslave Nelandians, the fierce warriors fought back and war broke out, and niether side was appearing to win. Nelandians were much stronger and prouder warriors as a race, but Krethins had superior techonology and were more numerous. Eventually, a Krethin was sent to Nelandia as a Peacekeeper, and ended the war, because when a Peacekeeper is sent, all fighting must cease. This was hundreds of years ago, though.

When deaths were being reported to Reyan's father, that Nelandian settlments on Kretha were being attacked, he had to act. Reyan soon found a girl washed up by his lake, a human girl by the name of Kess. When he found out she was actually a Krethin Peacekeeper-in-Training, and lost her way searching for the Army's Headquarters, near Reyan's house, they must find her brother, who is a fullfledged Peacekeeper. Kess is unable to end the war, because to become a Peacekeeper, she must attend one meeting between a real Peacekeeper- her brother, and the Nelandian War Counsol. So Reyan and Kess begin to search for her brother.

Little do they know, Kess's brother, a sick, twisted man, was the one that made Kess fall into the lake, and now has hold of a weapon named the God's Power, an item of such emense power it could destroy Nelandia easily. In return for not blowing up their world, Kess's brother demands Nelandians start being transported to Kretha as slaves. Kess's brother, who calls himself Wing, disguises himself right down to his hair color, because he loves his sister with all his heart and does not want her to know what he's plotting.

Now searching for Kess's brother, Reyan and Kess travel across new lands and planets, while also persuing Wing, though they don't know his true identity.