Character List

Name: Keicha Munisagi (aka. Kei)
Age: 10
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 65 lbs
Height: 4' 7"

Weapon: Kilak Rod, Magic Marionette
Armor: N/A

Strengths: Speed, Charisma, Size, Intelligence
Weakness: Size, Power, The puppet can only become one form during battle, so if he picks the wrong form.... he's screwed. And if he's taken out, the possession will cease.
Skills/Magic: Marionette possession. He always carries around a little wooden puppet possessed by a playful spirit. In battle this marrionette is possessed by nature spirits, and can transform into different forms depending on the element. (eg. Rock/Earth= Rock/Earth Giant, Water= Water Warrior, Fire= Fire warrior) The shape is not always the same, and will change depending on the battle. He can also use this power under normal circumstances for things such as travel, for he can ride on the "puppets".

Personality: He's very playful and energetic, and will easily warm up to people. He tends to over estimate peoples kindness which sometimes gets him into trouble. But, despite his good nature, just like any child, he is prone to tantrums. When things don't go his way, he will whine. But don't expect his puppet to enter the fray. It has a mind of it's own, and although it is very protective of Kei, it does not approve of his fits and will often reprimand him.

Appearance: (I usually provide a pic, but I don't have one finished) He wears a bandanna on his head, with his bangs sticking out. A long-sleeved shirt with arms so long they cover his hands. Baggy blue jeans, and sneakers. His Kilak Rod is strapped to his belt and his marionette rides in his arms or on his shoulder, occasionally on his head.

History: Keicha was born in a normal family, very loving and close. His mother was a photograher, and his father was a businessman. His teenage sister was a good person, if not a little annoying at times.

On his fifth birthday he recieved his favorite toy, a little wooden puppet. It was plain and unadorned except for a symbol on it's chest meaning, "Spirit." This doll was his best friend and at times, even seemed to talk to him. But Keicha never took much notice of it. He kept this doll with him most of the time, so much that many of the children at school made fun of him. Many times he came home crying and, after recieving solace from his mother, went to bed with his puppet in his arms.

He was still very fond of his puppet as he grew, and the ridicule continued. But he soon learned to ignore it and got on with his life, forsaking his most of his friends. Save for one little girl who was very fond of him, not that he had noticed.

His tenth birthday came all too soon. He loved all the presents he got, but his little, old puppet was still his favorite. The day after his birthday, on his way home from school, he was mumbling and complaining to his puppet.

"Today was the worst day ever! In the history of the world! All the kids made fun of me. They tried to throw you in the trash," he hugged his doll tighter, "and worst of all: I spilled my pudding all over my pants cuz some kid pushed me!" A tear ran down his cheek and he quickened his pace. "Sometimes..."

Yes...?

"Sometimes...."

Yes.....?

"SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD JUST LEAVE!" Keicha screamed in the middle of the street, gripping his puppet. He quickly started running home. But as soon as he started running, he slipped in a puddle of water and knocked his head against the pavement. He lost consciousness, and fell into darkness.

When Keicha awoke he found himself in unfamiliar surroundings. He quickly sat up and looked around. "W-where am I?"

"You're in Gaia." Kei jumped as the voice came out of nowhere. He glanced around, looking for the source, but found only his puppet. His eyes widened. The marionette was standing on its own!

"A-are you alive?" he asked the doll. It nodded.

"Yup! I'm as alive as you can get when you're made of wood!" the doll laughed as he rapped himself on the head. "You took a pretty nasty fall back there, but it gave me the chance to bring us here!" Kei marveled as the doll spoke, moved on its own, and laughed.

"Where is 'here'?" Kei asked.

"Here, is Gaia. The land of freedom, adventure, and life!" The doll jumped and knocked his heels together, laughing at his own liveliness.

"But how did we get here? And where's mommy and daddy?" Kei was beginning to get worried.

"Oh, don't worry, mom and dad are fine. I brought them here too." He looked around, "The thing is, I don't know where they are. I brought them here, but I don't know where they were dropped off." Kei's eyes began to tear. The doll jumped forward and leaped onto Kei's head. "But no problem, we'll just find them! Right?" Kei nodded. "Now, no tears, no crying, we'll find mom and dad, and we've got friends to help! Watch this!" The doll jumped off and landed on his feet. He looked at Kei, winked his painted eye, and crumpled onto the ground. Kei stared at it for a moment. Suddenly the ground began to shake, and giant pillars shot up from the ground all around the puppet. A giant form slowly began to rise from the ground. It got taller and taller until it almost looked like a great man, hunched over and bulky, atleast a hundred feet tall. It towered over Kei as he lay on the ground staring at it. The doll's voice slowly floated down to Kei's ears.

"It's okay, Kei, he's a friend!"

"B-but where are you?"

"I'm inside of him! Trust me, get on his head." The giant's slowly lowered its massive hand and Kei climbed on. It lifted him up and put him on its head, in a small crevice, just deep enough for him to be safe, but shallow enough so that he could see. He quickly became excited, being so high up was amazing, the feeling was incredible. All of a sudden the great rocky behemoth began to walk. It seemed to cover miles with just one great stride. Kei laughed as the wind whipped through his hair. He was off to find his family with his best friend by his side.

Approved officially by Mirren!

Name: Chaos
Race: Doppelganger (copies identities and attacks)
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown, messy
Eyes: Green
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 560 lbs

Armour/weapon: Depends entirely on the body he has copied.
Strengths: Generally quite agile, and can counter many attacks. Resistant to magic and ice attacks
Weaknesses: Whatever the person he has copied is weak against. In general, weak against fire. Stolen bodies and names can be recovered by addressing him by his true name (Chaos the Doppelganger)

Skills/magic: Chaos can copy the abilities and appearance of any living thing he encounters. On rare occasions, he can steal someone's name and body, first by possessing their shadow, then by trading places with them. This results in the victim beingleft as their own shadow, without claim to their name. Transformation abilities limited to living creatures; cannot copy inanimate objects. If anyone sees Chaos transform, the effect will be negated, so he must prevent anyone from seeing him. The most common ways of doing this are by causing a bright flash using magic, or simply by hiding. Chaos has not yet fully mastered his powers, and often does not copy his target's voice, which can give him away.

Personality: Sarcastic, good sense of humour. Has a habit of calling people "Slick".

Appearance: Prefers to take another's form, but will rarely appear in his true form; a young, skinny boy with ragged clothes.

History: Chaos grew up in a village for freaks, misfits and social outcasts. Some of the inhabitants were formally sentenced criminals, while others were simply beings who possessed strange powers and were feared by society in general. Chaos was part of the latter group. He was popular for his sense of humour and transformation ablities, and never really struggled to get by. Chaos discovered his transformation abilities when he was bullied at school one day, and turned into one of his tormentors to get revenge. He was discovered after this, and sent to the village. One day, a great war took place in the land, and the village was burned and the survivors captured. It was here that Chaos discovered his body-stealing ability, as he stole the name and body of one of the military leaders and tried to free his friends. However, he was caught, and barely managed to escape. He abandoned the body he had stolen, and vowed to become stronger to avenge his friends.

And for some bizarre reason, I accidentally deleted Lowthos the Destroyer fromt he list. So here he is. Again.

Name: Lowthos the Destroyer
Race: Unknown (Created in another dimension)
Age: 5, 983
Sex: Unknown (Described as male)
Hair: None whatsoever
Eyes: Completely white
Height: 12 feet 5 inches
Weight: 786 lbs

Armour/weapon: The Glove of Lowthos, a powerful weapon, worn by Lowthos the Destroyer on his right hand, contains the power of fire, ice and thunder.
Lowthos the Destroyer also has four tentacles coming from his back, and two horns on his head, for physical attacks.
The tentacles can also be used to drain energy from enemies to power up Lowthos the Destroyer and steal their skills.
Lowthos the Destroyer has stone skin which reduces damage from direct attacks.

Strengths: Lowthos the Destroyer becomes stronger when attacked by fire, ice or thunder. He is also immune to direct attacks, and cannot be poisoned (in case anyone wants to try that). He can also heal himself, and regenerate any limbs or tentacles that he happens to lose in battle.
Weaknesses: Lowthos the Destroyer is weak against water and acid.

Skills/magic: Lowthos the Destroyer can use the Glove of Lowthos to perform the following attacks;
Freeze Wave: An ice attack, it spreads out and freezes all that it touches.
Burn Wave: A fire version of the previous attack, it burns instead of freezing.
Shock Wave: A thunder-flavoured attack, similar to the above 2. Surely you can guess what it does.
Flare Bomb: A powerful fireball attack, it can incinerate anything instantly.
Blizzard Blaster: A strong ice attack similar to Flare Bomb, but ice instead of fire.
Electro Strike: A powerful thunder attack that uses a blast of electricity to destroy enemies.
Elemental Extermination: Lowthos the Destroyer's most powerful attack, it combines the elements to create one ultra-powerful blast that can destroy a planet. However, it takes a long time to charge and requires absolute focus, so it can rarely be used in battle.
Lowthos the Destroyer can read enemies' minds to find out their weaknesses.

Personality: Violent, lonely
Appearance:

History: A long time ago, in a distant dimension, a black hole sucked in matter from all around. It sucked in planets, stars and even living creatures. This matter was combined into one being, and thus Lowthos the Destroyer was formed. Lowthos the Destroyer travelled through the many dimensions, looking only for a place to call his home. However, all life-forms feared and attacked him, so he retaliated, destroying, consuming and becoming more powerful until one day a crazed scientist tried to harness Lowthos the Destroyer's immense power, and created the Glove of Lowthos to try and contain his power. He failed, and Lowthos escaped and destroyed the planet with Elemental Extermination. He traveled through dimensional voids for many centuries, looking for somewhere he would not be attacked, until eventually he stumbled upon a peaceful realm. He went deep underground and stayed in this dimension. However, the millenia of fighting had turned him hostile, so he became more powerful, with a new purpose in mind; to take over this world, Hyrule.

Approved by Tenk

Name: Noka 3.0
Age: Since he is a machine, the exact day he was made is unknown
Race: He is a robot. That is all
Sex: Since when do robots have sexes? But really, none
Hair: He has artifical hair, which is white fiber optic cables that go to his shoulders
Eyes: Yellow
Weight: 145, although he looks skinner, but it's all the mechanincs which weigh him down
Height: 6'0

Weapon: His hands can become electric claws which give a good dose of electricty out of them.
Armor: His body is the armor, composed of titanum and tungsten alloy, resistant of fire, water, and small and large caliber bullet shots.

Strengths: Noka has great artifical human strength and is very fast. In fact, when he was designed, he was faster than any human or previous robot.
Weakness: He is very weak to magic as the desigers like everbody else, didn't belive in it.

Skills/Magic: He has no magic, as he is a robot. However, he does have an electoral system as his defense that runs in his body. His skills though are more of a program, than a skill.

Skills:
Electo-stab: Stabbing the opponet, Noka will deliver a paralizing shock to the opponet.

Robo-arts: This is one of his programs where Noka will use different types of martial arts randomly.

Self-illusion: Noka will make copies of the opponet rather than himself. The copies of the opponet will then attack the opponet with the opponets moves also copied.

Shell Shock: This attack is where Noka will use his electricty and channel it to to the opponet, blacking the opponet out for 8 seconds, and the opponets moives will be temporary stolen and moved to Noka. One of his strongest programs.

Personality: He has an upgraded version of AI that includes Battle AI, or in other words, he is very serious in battle and good-willing. However, a flaw with his Battle AI, Noka will sometimes be very violent if provoked hard enough and will release what the programmers call, 'Rage Bug'.

Appearance: He has a human form, but insted, his body is a dark green color. His arms and legs have no cover on them and show the mechinics of his arms and legs, but his torso and chest are coverd by protecvie armor. His head has a human face etched in a white type of gel.

History: In the year 2029, AI was created, which gave birth to robots with human like capibilites. The first robot to have AI was in fact Noka 1.0, the first version of the Noka series of robots. However, Noka 1.0 was flawed as it's AI was easly hackable and a hacker could easliy maniputale it's AI, giving it destructable capiblites. Noka 1.0 was then scraped for the birth of Noka 2.0.

Noka 2.0, having very strong firewalls and an advanced command system in it, it was deemed the perfect robot, it's AI did inculde anger and guilt, something the orginal AI didn't have. However, it was programed not to do physical harm on any human, no matter what. But after a sereis of test runs, the machine kept malfunctioning and shutting down, so a new plan was made for the most advanced robot of all.

Noka 3.0, is actualy a beta version that was sent out of it's factroy for real-world testing, which it has achived. However, there are others like him but are different as they did not have Battle AI and Electo-Defense systems in it, like Noka 3.0 has. Noka 3.0 orginaly was built for miltary needs, but the programers were worried about it having a new type of AI and Battle AI in it, so they decided not to give it to the military and trusted it in the real-world as it's advancd AI, knows when to fight and whom, something that the army could easily maniputle as they have the technology to disable the very strong firewall in Noka 3.0, but noone else does.

EDIT: Another character approved by Mirren!

Name: Francis Goffe(last name pronounced Go-fe)
Age: 16
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Long, brown hair that goes just below his chest, but stops at his lower rib bones.
Eyes: Hazel eyes, that change color at random.
Weight: 138
Height: 5'11"

Weapon: He has several:

Wooden Staff: A staff made from a fallen tree branch it is 4 3/4 ft in length and is made out of spruce.

Wooden stick-sword: A sword-like weapon that is curved and made out of a very tough, but lightweight wood that has been cut to make it naturaly sharp.

Wood bow and arrows: A small bow that is made out of oak and curved, with a threaded-down shoestring for the string that is very strong, but light.

Swiss Army Pocket knife: Given to him by his dad, he never really uses it unless he is out of options, this is his last resort.

Armor:

Strengths: Francis has great physical strength being in the woods all his life. He is also very acrobatic doing graceful moves through the trees and the air.
Weakness: Francis is weak to fire magic and dark magic.

Skills/Magic: Francis is great at the bow, staff, and his stick-sword, having train with it by himself every now and then. He has Forest magic.

Magic: Francis has Forest magic, meanging he can use the earth around him to grow plants, trees, or vines and can use the ground to his advantage.

Magic Skills:

Razor Leaf: Francis basic Forest spell, he blows a barrage of razor-sharp leaves at the enemy.

Vine strangle: Francis will use his Forest magic, to make to vines come out of the ground and choke the opponet and beat them aginst the ground.

Tree cut: Francis will call upon 2 trees to grow along side the enemy and then 2 branches will come down and cut the opponet.

Growth & Death: Francis will again call upon a tree, but this time, the tree will grow right where th opponet is and send the opponet high up into the air as it grws, then it'll die, bringing the opponet back to earth.

Forest Fury: Francis strongest magic attack, Francis will focus all his magic into a green ball of enegy and then will blast it at the opponet creating a forest around the enemy and them exploding 3 seconds later in a flash of green light.

Physical Skills:

Spear throw: Although Francis uses a staff, he'll hurl the staff at the opponet like a spear blowing the enemy away 3 ft after contact.

Critical hit: Francis will first hit the enemy with his staff them slice at where he hit the enemy to create a wounding effect.

3 arrow: The name says it all, Francis will fire 3 arrows from his bow.

Staff arow: Francis strongest physical attack, Francis will fire his staff from his own bow, knocking the enemy cold.

Combo Skills:

Tree swing: Francis will channel his Forest Magic into the staff and make it into a tree and use it to attack the opponet. A bit weak, but effective.

Leaf blow: Using his staff, Francis will use his Forest magic to turn it into a giant leaf and swing it to create a powerful gust of wind at the opponet.

Magic Tree: Francis strogest combo skill and strogest skill yet, Francis will transfor his staf into a giant tree, but then, he'll posses it and it'll grow arms and legs and will start to beat the opponet at a strength 50x stroger tha his.

Personality: He is very peaceful and is generly adventorus also as he loves to explore a lot. However in batte, he can become very crossed and serious and will not give up so easily, espiclay if the opponet comes looking ot harm his forest.

Appearance: Francis wears pants that are made out of deer buckskjin and his bow is stored in his buckskin quilver that is on his back on a shouder strap. He has a rope tied around his right ankle, which he keeps his pocket knife in and his sccaberd for hsi stick-sword is a loop on his buckskin belt paited green. When he goes around exploring the woods, he likes to leave hsi staff behind, but when traveling, he'll take it with him. His naked chest is painted with green camo spots.

History: Francis was actual born in New York City, but one day when his parents and him went on a camping trip to the Catskill Moutains at 10, he was hiking one day, and was then seperated from his parents. He tried despritly to look for them, but they had left him behind by accident. Francis parents were very worried when they found out he was missing and a state-wide search went on for him, but his parents dies looking for him at 13, where they commeted suicide as they felt, they failed.

After his parents died, he one day came upon an Indian burial ground. He was met by an old shaman, who was parcticing his ritual.

'What do you come for,' the old shamn asked.

'To know if my parents are still looking for me,' Francis said.

'Ahh, Francis, your parents are dead. The killed them selfs, because they gave up hope for you,' the shaman said.

Francis looked stunned, 'No, it can't, they couldn't have.'

'Ahh, but they did. They saw me beofre they killed themselfs. The said if I ever saw you, to tell you that they will still live on in the forest,' the shaman said.

'Your father also left you this,' he said and gave Francis his pocket knife.

Francis had tears in his eyes, but then he cleared them and said,'Wow, but how must I see them?'

The old shaman then looked at him throught his beady black eyes and said, 'For that, you'll need magic, but even if i'm giving it to a whte man, I'm sure you'll use it for good as you seem so used to the woods.'

He then chanted a few Iriquoi words and a green light surronded Francis. He felt a stange warm feeling in him, like when he was wiht his parents.

'Francis, you now have Forest magic, to use the woods aginst evil and to contact those taht have died here in the woods to protect it. Use it well,' the shaman said.

'Um, thanks. By the way, waht is your name,' Francis asked.

'Just call me Bitterbush,' Bitterbush had said.

Well then, thanks and see you later, Bitterbush,' Francis said and left the burial grounds, never to see Bitterbush again as he was mearly a phantom that was good to the kindhearted. Francis had not know this, but he knows that it was Bitterbush that gave him the confindince and magic to survive in the woods.

Approved By Mirren

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Name: Setsuno Shaiba
Age: 17
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Origin: Fi-Jii Mountains

Hair Color: Red (Dyed)
Eye Color: Maroon
Height: 5 ft. 10 in.
Weight: 142 lbs.

Alignment: Good
Occupation: Fi-Jii Dojo Student | Shaiba Demon Slayer | Elemental Warrior

Personality: Setsuno holds a happy attitude and a great sense of humor no matter what the situation. To his friends and family, Setsuno is comedic, loyal, trustworthy, supporting and always an optimistic person. A heavy thinker when it comes to fighting and always makes sure he is always ahead of his opponents and enemies. When in the battle field fighting evil or even sparring with a friend, Setsuno uses many strategies to psyche them out and sometimes even his mouth is used. He is the only Shaiba out of all his brothers (see history) that can use his mouth to get himself out of many tight spots. The most sly and witty brother.


Weapons:
Balrod - A 10 ft. staff made of bamboo. Setsuno's personal favorite.

Manriki-Gusari (Chain Rope) - A long metal chain weighted at each end with a diamond rock. Used to swing around and the diamond rock end meant to smash into enemies. The chain could be used to bind enemies also. This weapon could be deadly depending of how it is used.

Nakramer Card - A red and orange rectangular card containing the effigy of a flying bird on it's surface. It is used to summon a giant spirit of an ancient bird called Nakramer, The Bird Of Fire. The card only works when a person is strong in the area of fire magic or summoning. Even though the user of the card is powerful in both areas of the magic types mentioned, the great powers of this card could start to make the summoner weak if the Nakramer spirit is kept out of it's card for too long.

Velcro - A sword very similar to the katana but slightly wider and longer, capable of using any type of magic because the weapon was crafted by many magicians. On both flat sides of the blade are hieroglyphics of magic. The sheath of the Velcro is black and surrounded with silver designs.

Armor:
Pythel Chest Guard - A thin and light red armored chest plate with unique gold designs. Strong enough to repel weapon attacks and even some magic attacks. The chest plate is hidden within Setsuno's top clothing so if when struck against the chest it would make him seem invincible to his enemies (depending on how ignorant they are).

*Also Setsuno wears light shin guards, knee pads, and protective guantlets not of the same material as the Pythel armor.*


Strengths: Setsuno's greatest strength is in hand to hand combat since he is superior in many martial arts, sword fighting, and is well known as an adept in fire magic.
Weakness: Setsuno's weakness is wind magic and light magic.

Skills/Magic:
(Skills) Setsuno can fight blindfolded since he has spent years meditating and exercising his hearing skills and is able to hear a leaf touch the ground from many yards away if concentrating hard enough and he also can jump several heights without harming himself.

(Magic) Setsuno is able to shoot fire energy from both of his palms and eyes but not too much or he will be quickly weakened or wearied. Setsuno can transform himself into some sort of human torch and fly for an amount of time. He can transfer fire magic to any of his weapons and make them more powerful for battle also only for a limited time. He could tolerate very cold weathers by using the elemental stone of fire, embedded on the top of his left palm to warm himself up.

Appearance: Handsome young adult who wears a deep red long sleeved shirt with another shirt on top but short sleeved and black, wears black pants and red boots, a short red cape with black designs is carried at his back but only when he is without his weapons, two red gauntlets are worn on both of his arms and on the top of his left palm can be seen a red stone embedded in it. It is the Elemental Stone of Fire which is where most of his fire power or magic originates from. His hair is sometimes shaped up to become spiky and stands up about two and a half inches up (A little like Crim from .Hack//SIGNS), or it could be let down messy with a head band underneath, along the left side of his face are tattooed scriptures of fire magic (Like Odion from the anime show Yu-Gi-Oh). Also he has two silvers earrings on each ear for style. Sometimes all of his clothing is hidden within the huge brown cloak he travels with.

History:

The youngest brother of the Shaiba Brothers, which consists of Kyo and Rey Shaiba. All were descendants of a family strong in magic and had occupation of thwartings demons and various kinds of evil for many generations. Then it came to the last of the Shaiba family, three brothers. Kyo the oldest, 30 years old, Rey who is 25 years, and Setsuno the youngest who is 17 years old. The Shaiba brothers inhabited a large home their ancestors have created for the future generations of the Shaiba.

The home was placed on a high and large mountain system enchanted with elemental magic, that had all four seasons and weather conditions on certain parts of the mountains, it was called the Fi-Jii Mountains. Before the brothers were able to look after themselves, Setsuno's father and grandfather founded a training center and named it the Fi-Jii Mountain Dojo or the FMD for short. As Setsuno was growing up he and his older brothers got to participate in the Dojo's function. He and his brothers were trained to become the elemental warriors of the Fi-Jii Alps, and then train other incoming students to become elemental warriors.

At the age of twelve, Setsuno acquired the fire stone and got the name, "Son Of Volcanoes", also was the youngest to participate in the FMD Tournaments and won several trophies. A few months later, Setsuno graduated from the main Dojo and went to the summer season part of the mountains to create his own dojo to teach various martial arts, summoning, and fire magic. Setsuno started teaching at the age of thirteen and this was impressive since most of his students were way older than he was. For three years, he has been able to manage the dojo without the support of his family, but at his third year of teaching, things were starting to go bad for the other parts of the Fi-Jii mountain system.

A demon lord named Dovelisk sought to destroy and take control of the magical mountain that the Shaiba family ran. Attempting to get the mountain, Dovelisk murdered both the elders of the Fi-Jii, Father Shaiba and Grandfather Shaiba, and went on a killing spree against the inhabitants of Fi-Jii. Students started to abandon the Fi-Jii Mountains of fear and only the Fire Dojo part of the mountains were unaware of Dovelisk's presence in the mountains and that was Setsuno's territory. The older brothers, Kyo and Rey Shaiba had contacted Setsuno immediately to tell him of the unfortunate event and that Dovelisk was trying to destroy the Fi-Jii Dojos and students.

Grieving and filled with the want of revenge and justice, Setsuno decided to shut down the fire dojo and go avenge his fathers deaths. Together Kyo, Rey, and Setsuno defeated and annihilated the evil lord. After the destruction of Dovelisk, more students started to appear than ever before on the Fi-Jii Mountains and demanded lessons. The students were family members of the ones killed by Dovelisk and they wanted to learn how to fight against those kinds of evil. Now known as the Legendary Shaiba Brothers who stopped a notorious demon lord decided to reopen the dojo's on each mountains and continue their business but this time an Arts Against Demons Dojo was created for anyone interested and taught by all brothers in sections of the mountains.

Several months has past in peace, and Setsuno had let his grief go and had finally coped with the death of his two family members. After celebrating his seventeenth birthday, his two older brothers disappeared with out no trace and warning. The students under the two teachers started traveling to the Fire mountain of the Fi-Jii mountains to ask Setsuno questions. Feeling something strange going on, Setsuno left one his best students to take charge of his part of the mountain and search for clues as to where his eldest brothers have gone. And thus was where his journeys and adventures of demon slaying have begun...

Name: Bob, the Dincredible
Age: 23
Race: Geek Human
Sex: male
Hair: Gelled hair, combed back, blond,
Eyes: brown
Weight: 184
Height: 5' 9"

Weapon: The brain of a Psychopathic Nerd (5.0 GPA!), can infiltrate minds(mind reading),confuse people with extremmly complicated math problems.
Mini pen gun-pistol
A Do-It-All-Lap top, turns into gun-automatic
stealth watch:sleeping darts, grappling hook, 30 sec. cloaking device
Armor: The Indestructible 11"x22" Science Book
Eye goggles
how he attacks: he tries to use his Psycopathic mind most of the time, behind everyone else. If worse comes to worse and someone comes after him, he pulls out his Laptop and turns it into a Laptop Gun, but as he never practices, he is really (I mean really) horrible at his shot. (not stupid but horrible, aka: can't hit side of a barn)
Strengths: Brain, Can invent things in an instant, Good chef
Weakness: When insulted, he goes crazy attacking every one, enemies and team mates.
Skills/Magic: Using scientific knowledge he can whip up about anything using his portable chemistry set.

Personality: Timid, usually scared, complains a lot, Know-it-all
Appearance: Pretty much how he looks except for the pirate stuff.
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History: When a young boy was born the parents were so proud. Dadiey (the dad) and Momiey (the mom) decided to call there son Bob (edited, really Kassey). There last name was Dincredible, so his name was Bob Dincredible. After being 5 days old, Bob said to his parents (after a show about Albert Einstein) E=MC squared. His parents were amazed and decided to enroll Bob to school early. By the age of 2 when he was to go to school, Bob showed that 5x7=35. When Bob went to Kindergarten, he had no fun. The kids said that Dincredible meant the opposite of incredible (meaning, everybody hated him). After he told everybody off in a Math competition (the kids barely knew how to write numbers) he skipped ahead to 3rd grade. By the time he was 6, he was in a private middle school, in 9th grade. He did not excel at English, and he hated history (he said, “Who ever invented history should be dragged out into the middle of the street and shot!”). Then, at the age of 10, he graduated from high school and worked full time as an accountant for Nintendo. One year ago, he was insulted by his boss for coming up with a crazy idea of letting people choose who they wanted to be in Zelda. That immediatly, made him go crazy because he remembered kidnargarten. He destroyed everything, even an urn on his boss's desk. Out of the urn came an angel. Punishing him for breaking the urn, she made it where, whenever someone insults him he forgets everything and goes crazy. After he cools down he does't remember he did it. As a side effect of the Angels curse, he was turned into a psycopathic nerd, and ended up getting fired from Nintendo and ending up here.

Lambrose in da hooooouse! ^_^




Lambrose
Age- 12, 13, 14, depending on the fics he's in
Homeland- The magical kingdom of Tordale
Hair- Blonde, and quite long, to his shoulders and covering a good deal of his head

Height- 5'4, whatever ya want actually
Size- Normal for his age, but a little thin
Eye Color- Light brown
Weight- 100 pounds
Attire- Tan baggy pants, and then a deep green tunic over a white turtleneck. Nothing fancy

Weapons- Longbow, which he rarely uses in close combat, and usually only against large numbers or against giant monsters. He's also pretty good with a sling, which he uses if he's lost his sword in battle or needs a quick way to get some sure damage in. Finally he has a fine broadsword that has a silver hilt and blade made from the finest stainless-steel in all of Tordale

Magic- Lambrose is techincally in the category of 'Sorcerer' as far as Tordale Magic-User levels go. He was taught the basics of Lightning Magic by his friend Oakmir, and over time learned to enhance his power and learn new techniques on his own. Lambrose knows many, many attacks in the Lightning Element, ranging from Lightning Blasts to energy bombs to even creating an electrical barrier. His more powerful spells are-

Torpedo Lightning - A devestating attack where Lambrose shoots two speeding bolts of pale blue lightning from his hands, and strikes his eneies with them.

Blade of Lightning- Lambrose is able to conduct a discharge or electricity from the tip of his sword, and electrocute opponents with it.

Territory of Lightning- Once powering up, Lambrose creates a territory of shocking lighting that enshrouds all enemies inside it and burns their bodies with endless volts of electricity.

Lightning Bomb- His most powerful attack where he creates a monstrous ball of lightning energy, and throws it at his enemy. It is strong enough to completely disintigrate a giant monster in one pass.

Friends/Loved ones- Lambrose's best friends are Oakmir and Dontra. Oakmir is an old wizard who he has lived with his entire life, and learned his magic from. Dontra is a warrior boy a year older than him who also lives with Oakmir and Lambrose. On their quest to stop the Wraith Demon of Hell, Oakmir and Lambrose encounter with Dontra, who was ditched by his gang of bandits. After quickly befriending them, he joined them on their mission, and ended up going to live with them at Moosehorn Village, and joined them also on the rest of their adventures to save Tordale.

The Princess of Tordale, Princess Calsa, is another good friend to him, who he and Oakmir rescued from the clutches of the DragonFire Elite on thier first quest. Calsa's nursemaid and personal guardian Roseye is another food friend to Lambrose. Roseye is a mighty warrioress, and quite the beautiful one at that, he protects Calsa like a daughter, and is another Hero who joins with Lambrose and the others to save Tordale from any harm. The female Ranger of Skalor Forest Kaya is another friend an ally to him, who ends up coming to live with Lambrose and the others eventually. Then all the warriors from Moosehorn Village and their captain Vernar are good friends to him.

Other people who are more like allies include the Ranger Baro from Swiftpike Village, the two talking beavers Dorbert and Nagget, Longwhisker the elder, and giant fortune-telling Hamster, Ralu the Sage of Light, Duke Fordsban of Skalor Forest, Aremag the giant prehistoric turtle monster, Rothgar the Panther and his band of talking animals in a magical glade, and even the King of Tordale.

Biography- Lambrose's parents were killed in a deadly war when he was just a baby, though luckily he was taken to the peacefull village of Moosehorn in Red Stag Woods, and grew up being raised by all the villagers and even by the old wizard Oakmir. When the DragonFire Elite kidnapped Princess Calsa, Oakmir and Lambrose went to their fortress and rescued her, in the process also destroying the DragonFire Elite and their two mighty Dragons. Later on, when the Wraith Demon of Hell escaped into the living world, Oakmir and Lambrose again went to save the land, this time meeting Dontra and befriending him. Another quest they embarked on was to save Tordale from the many giant monsters that were possessed by a mighty mage, which ended up being their most difficult challenge ever.

After that though, as Oakmir, Dontra and Lambrose lived peacefully in Moosehorn Village, the dark armies of Dracon the Wicked Arch-Mage attacked Reg Stag Woods, and destroyed much of it, including their village. They fled to Skalor Forest, where they learned of the evil man and soon bought a fort with Vernar and the rest of the surviving warriors from the village. After defending their fort and taking out the Orc Army of Dracon, Oakmir, Dontra and Lambrose set out to defeat him, gaining many new friends and allies and even the Golden Medallion. Once they destroyed his troops and after Lambrose defeated Dracon, everyone returned home. Lambrose and all of his friends now live peacefully in "Moosehorn Fort" within Skalor Forest.

Special Powers- Lambrose has the ability to summon magical beasts called Summons. The stronger is the flying lion Trisst, who is able to attack with Lightning Magic and aided Lambrose in all of his quests. The other is Serlin the dragon warrior, who helped Lambrose during his battle against Dracon and his dark troops. Serlin is a Summon of the Fire Element, and nearly as powerful as Trisst.

Lambrose's greatest strength though is that he bears the Golden Medallion, a mystical object that gives him power beyond imagination when he is able to unleash it's might. When using it, he grows into a much stronger form, gaining much muscle and size, new armor, much longer hair and incredible power that he used to destroy Dracon.

Name: Zaoin
Age: 6
Race: Cat man
Sex: Male
Hair: Black w/ red streaks
Eyes: Yellow
weight: 35lbs
Height: 3'5"

Weapon: Claws and fist, Pet Rabbit
Armor:N/A

Strengths: Speed, Height, and The rabbit.
Weakness: Strength, water, and other animals.

Personality: Easy to get along with. Very much I want this and that. Cry baby.

Appearance: He wears silver gloves that have spikes on the and a eye patch over his left eye a pair of black baggy pants and no shoes. the rabbit follows at his heals. Yet is taller then he. the rabbit is white.

History:
He was born and a very peacful times in a village of humans. When the humans saw him he was cast out and his mother killed. He then became adopted by a pack of wolves where he learned to fend for himself. When he was 4 he spared a meat eating rabbit from his family. Now the rabbit has became his permenate friend and companion. At the age of 5 his fammily abandonds all the wolve cubs and the cubs slpit up and go there diffrent ways. finally he became a fighter and grew to where he is now.Him in his evil meat eating friend are some of the strongest fighters of the land. And all who they can't beat they flee Zaoin on his rabbits back.

Isnt he cute?

Name: Omega Star (Omega for short)
Age: 18
Race: half-demon
Hair: black with red bangs
Eyes: dark red
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 148

Weapons: none
Armour: none

Personality:
On stage he is a dark and brooding rock star. His mournful lyrics capture the hearts of angsty teens, and screaming fans everywhere. Off stage he is actualy a very nice guy. Although he means well, Omega can sometimes be very rude and sarcastic. This proves to be a problem when it comes to dealing with crazed stalker fangirls.
This bard will not tolerate anyone harming works of art or beauty. He is optomistic and a good leader (although he refuses to admit it).

Appearance:
Omega has long black hair that, when let down, comes to his waist. He usualy keeps it pulled back, and lets his long red bangs hang down framing his face. Two small silver horns can be seen on the top of his head. He has piercingly red eyes, well defined eye brows, and a narrow face.
Omega's skin is somewhat pale, and his frame is slender. Although fit, he is by no means muscular. He wears a baggy black shirt with a wide collar. Several small straps are buckled around his lower arms to hold the poofy sleeves back. His black trousers are tucked into his shin-high black boots. The boots have the same buckles as on his sleeves. Straped to his back is a ebony harp. (he is a bard after all)

Magic:
Around his neck hangs a small pendant known as the star compass. The star compass alows Omega to summon the spirits of the Zodiac. They are as listed:


Aries A tall man with jagged rams horns bursting from his fiery hiar.
His hands and cloven hooves also are on fire.

Taurus A woman of Wagnerian preportions.
She wears a viking helmet and holds a giant tower shield.

Gemini Two short twin boys in tunics. Each holding a shortsword.

Cancer A pale shinto priestess with crablike claws.
She holds a staff with many joind rings on the top.

Leo A giant paladin with leonine features.
His shining armour and broadsword glisten in the sun.

Virgo A tall elvan maiden. She holds a healing chalice.

Libra A man bearing the scales and a longsword. He judjes the wicked.

Scorpio A lady of the evening,
she is clad is leather straps and wields a poisous whip.

Sagittarius A tall elvan man wielding a bow and flaming arows.

Capricorn A strange woman with the horns of a goat, and the tail of a fish.
She has a cornet (a type of horn) that can make plants grow.

Aquarius A man with Grecian features holding an urn of enchanted water.

Pisces A cold clammy woman with fins along her arms and head.
She holds a trident.

Omega can only summon one of these at a time, unless certain planets hapen to be in alignment. Even so, summoning just one weakens him mentaly. He can not summon the same summon twice in a row, because it is too mentaly taxing. Summoning a second spirit without resting isnt very high on his list of things to do either.
Quite often the spirits of the zodiac come and give Omega thier weapon to wield as his own. The weapons can only be held by the one wearing the star compass, and as soon as they are droped they vanish.

Omega also has the traditional bard moves such as statis inducing songs that rarely work and stealth techniques (...hide/run away)

Bio:
Omega Star had atended Gatehaven academy since he was five. He loved living in the small walled town. However the quaint suroundings did not help him in furthering his career as a great bard, so he took to the road.
He journeys from town to town earning his keep and seeking out new ways to become famous and wealthy.

(i apologize for not being able to write more on his bio. omega is a current character for a webmanga i am writing, and i dont want to give away any of the important jucy backstory )

Argh, forgot to post my new one here. Well, well, doing it now.

Name: Skirp
Age: 27
Race: Reptilian human/humanoid reptilian
Sex: Male
Hair: None
Eyes: Big, bright, light green all over, no pupils.
Weight: 54 lb.
Height: 4 feet

Weapon: He usually uses two short swords, almost daggers. They are slightly curved, and the handles are made from bone. Near the base of the blade, they are notched like sharks teeth. They are a bit magical, and will never become blunt. They can pierce the fabric of reality. Essentially, with great care so he doesn't damage the whole world and dimension, he can safely go to other dimensions. When doing so, he has to stop in the place between dimensions to heal up the hole he has made from the other dimension with his swords. He can also make small jumps from place to place in one reality when running fast. More info on this later(in the bio) He carries some throwing spears on his back, non-magical, and some fishing spears.
Armour: Two small, round shields strapped to his lower arms. Each of them are made from one one-inch-thick branch bent into a circle, and leaves and leather-strips bound between it. He has a helmet special fitted. One piece of metal hammered to fit his head, and some metal-straps welded so that they fit around his eyes.

Strengths: He is very fast, agile and has fast reflexes. He is small, too, which may be an advantage. Not especially smart, but very clever, and he knows how to trust his instincts. Good sense of smell, which operates by his tounge. Good at jumping. Scaly skin is rather hard.
Weakness: Small, so he isn't very strong and can't take as much as bigger creatures. Can be a bit too joking, and can get on peoples nerves. He can also have problems with seeing the seriousness in a situation.
Skills/Magic: Is a very fast runner and can get up to 50 km/h (I think this is about 60-75 mph). At full speed, and by using his hands to run too, he can cross small bodies of water and jump great lengths. He is good at dancing and putting on a show of dancing with his swords or flaming torches, jumping and spinning in the air. Good at cooking from simple substances, preferably fish.

Personality: Almost always happy, likes to laugh at others. He easily becomes cowardly, but tries t appear braver when not having any reason to not to, like getting himself into risks, etc. Also likes to show off and enjoys attention. Can't talk very well, and will often express himself in single words or phrases. Likes good simple food.

Appearance: A small humanoid lizard, or lizardoid human. He is covered in small, greenish, soft scales. His head is a bit big for his body, but not abnormally so. He has mostly lizardlike features in his face and a snout. Has small, but rather sharp teeth and no apperant ears (Small holes on his head). Uses bright blue trousers and a white shirt. Wears a small hat, almost a cap, à la Links, only stiffer, and not as long. Doesn't wear shoes, but a pair of brown leather gloves with the fingers cut out on his hands. Constantly sticks his forked tounge out to smell the air out of racial habit.

History: He was born on Frogul the 36th, in a small hut in his parents village. The village was a very special one. Firstly, it was in the middle of a swamp. A jungle swamp, with pleasant temperatures, but killing humidity. There were only 51 people in it, and they believed no other people existed in this world. They believed in a god, but had no fire or mechanical things. But they had a very definite calendar, working by counting the days from the earliest death in the village. The year would be named after the one who had died, but it could last from almost nothing to many years, depending on how long it took till another died. So little Skirpt had been born 36 days after the village elder Frogul had died. He grew up to 14 by eating raw fish and insects, as they always had. But that day, when he was 14 and gone fishing since it was his turn, something happened. He was blinded by a bright light, then thrown violently to the ground by a huge blast of hot air, then he nearly went deaf from a terrible noise, it was all coming from where his village was.

He got up, turned to his village, and ran all he could. He jumped over, under and to the side of branches, stones and other things. What he returned to was a horrible sight. A great gawping hole, slowly filling with water, ash and burned branches. In the middle of it, thousands and thousands of shreds of stone lay in a small area. Apperantly, a meteor had hit. Skirp knew about meteors. Sometimes, many of them would come at once and hit the swamp, making it boil and become warm. That was a happy occasion, because people would then bath in the hot water near the boiling water, and someone had in the past discovered that if they put their fish in the boiling water, being careful not to burn themselves, the fish would taste oh so much better. But this one had been bigger than the ones before. Much bigger. It looked as if it had been over tree feet across. Saddened beyond thought, Skirp slowly went down to the bottom of the crater, feeling the swamp-water gurgling in. He reached down and picked up two of the longest splinters from the stone, each about two feet long. He didn't know why, but he felt he should have something to keep, as he now was the sole survivor in the world. He also kept his fishing spears, he had to feed on something. He couldn't stand to stay near his until-recent birth-place, so he slowly walked away.

After two days of walking in one direction, he started to wonder about his until-recent home village had got it somewhat wrong about the swamp being the only thing in the world, as it now seemed to give way to woodlands. For Skrip, it was weird. The threes seemed wrong, and it was way too dry. He was tired, and confused, and sad, and so he lay down on the dry ground to sleep, at least the ground was warm here, was his last thought before he fell asleep. He awoke from the ground beneath him shaking violently, Oh, drat, they ground isn't even safe outside the swamp. It's trying to shake itself free from the world. Drat! He opened his eye to see, not a gawping hell or anything like that, but some sort of cloth-roof. Hmm.. Not exactly the fiery bowels of hell, so to speak, and I appear to be lying on wood. He gingerly stood up, and fell again as the ground below jumped big. He gingerly stood up again, but stayed bent, ready to catch himself with his arms if he fell. He finally got some time to look around. Hey.. Where am I? It was certainly not where he had gone to sleep. It was some sort of cave, wood underneath, and cloth on the sides and roof.

"Hey, what's going on here?" A loud, deep voice inquired. Skrip quickly turned and looked up into the eyes of a huge man, or at least huge in Skrips eyes.
"Ah, the Mojok." Until now, Skrip hadn't understood a word the man had said, but he now changed into passable voice, as was the only name his tribe had had for their language, as they didn't know of any others.
"I am Karl, are you ok?" Then man spoke slowly, not exactly fluent in voise.
"I Skrip. All ok."
"What are you doing so far from your village, little Mojok?"
"The world, destroyed, me survive."
"The world?! Ah, oh, phew, your tribe."
After much time, and much describing, Skrip started understanding about the world being bigger than the swamp, and that more people existed, and that there were other races. He was baffled, but, since he had nothing else to do, went along with the man who had found him, and taken him away from the wolves that surely would have found him at night. The man was a big, strong, and fat. He had a monthly wagon-trip from two cities lying on different sides of the swamp, and got good pay from it. The man traded anything, and brought what he could before ravelling to the other city, and when Skrip announced he wouldn't want to go all the way to the city, he offered to give him some of what he was supposed to bring from a store to the other city.
"Aye, the rich bugger that's paid for it would've only hung it on 'is wall, but I say those things needs to be used, and you need them for their use. And I won't get any problems for it, I'll say I lost them in a wolf-attack. And the best part is he won't question me, 'cause 'e knows if he did, I wouldn't bring another ounce of his goods, and no one dare cross these swamps except me, 'o course." The man laughed loud and heartedly, almost shaking the trees and disturbing all life in a miles width.
"What is it?" Skrip asked. The man, who had now given his name to be Goneg, talked much, but didn't tell much, he mostly talked blanks.
"I didn't say? Spears. Verre posh, o'course. Markings and whatnot. But I've seen at 'em, they're good spears, made by a good smiths, and the handle's a good one too. Maybe a bit big for you, but good none the less. They'll last you a life time, provided you don't stick them so long into the poor bugger you can't find 'em, I'm sure! Hah!"
Skrip sat in silence, staring into the swamp-fog. Was it something there, a small blink. His curiosity itched.
"If you n't mind, I think I'll off here."
"Well, I guess so...Here's the spears, but there's only swamp onwa-"
"Offski!" Skrip jumped off the carriage and sped away. Yes! There is was, a light in the swamp, hid behind some threes. Skrip ran, and found a small door, good for his size. He knocked, not knowing what else to do, and waited. After some time, a small and wide human-like man opened it a fraction, the man was about Skrips height..
"Yes." The man said it as he was doing Skrip a favour by acknowledging his existence.
"I'm Skrip," Skrip said.
"And I'm Hera, what about it?"
"I saw light" Skrip said, wondering if he had any reason to go to this man.
"Umm.. I guess you should come in then." Skrip went into a low, woodlined cave with beautiful polished wooden floor. Oil lamps hung here and there, giving of a pleasant light. But it felt rathe unnatural to Skrip, who was used to nothing more than the swamp could offer.
"Food?" He said, it had been a long time since he last had eaten.
"If so, you have to work for it, I don't give for free." Skrip understood about work, in his village, everyone had had to help for them to survive.
"Ok." And that was that, for the next 6 year, Skrip stayed and worked, he had no conception of working once, for one meal. He got to know Hera quite well, who explained after some confusion that he was a dwarf, and not a human or Mojok. Skrip worked in Heras underground mine, digging tunnels which led almost everywhere. Most linked to other tunnels going to dwarf cities, but some had just followed a promising ore, and now was a dead end. Skrip had spent his days digging for more ore, or transporting things to and fro the dwarf cities. He had tried to keep the calender of his tribe, but since he had had to name the year after all the fifty people who had died, the year had a name with about 200 characters, and he understood that it was just going to go upwards till he died, so he had gently prayed to the god that he would be allowed to give it a miss.

But after the sixth year, he announced to Hera he was going to leave, in the dwarven tounge he had adopted as his own.
"Yea, I can't blame you, lad. But you've worked hard, and it gives you credit. And, well, there's one thing more, oh, I was never good with such sentimental stuff and whatnot. Well, you remember I asked to see those shrads from that metorite? Well, you seemed to have forgotten about them, and so I got curious, and, so, well, I made these." He went and got a plain wooden box from one of the many shelves that was everywhere, filled up with notebooks, boxes and ore-samples. He opened it up before Skrip. He, after discarding some protective wool, revealed two slim and short swords.
"They're very good, made by dwarfs, off course, and not the worst of us too, I pulled in some favours and got them made the est I could and fitted to you, see?" He held one up and Skrip could easily see how well they fitted with his clawed, scaled hands.
"They are magical, there's no hiding that. And good magical, as magic go, they'll never get blunt, which is a real treat, as everyone who's been in a war knows. You will have to sharpen them though, but they will never become actual blunt. Aye, and one more then, supposedly, they can pierce the fabric of reality. I didn't really pay attention when the magician told about that, as I have often wanted a sharp weapon, but never wanted to pierce the reality."

It was agreed that Skrip should see the magicians before doing more with the swords since one shouldn't tamper with things you knew nothing about. Hera also more than little advised him to get some sword-training, preferably at the big military camp in the dwarves main city, where Hera could pull in some more favours and fix him up with a discount in the training fee. Skrip followed his advise, and spent another year in the main dwarf city in the area, training the use of swords, and the use of ripping holes in reality. Swordplay was, of course, not a common dwarf-activity, but these being more like daggers, he got a good training, and learned how to use holes in reality to his advantage.

After that year, he was deemed good enough to go over to what the teachers called "practical teaching", meaning he would go and put the swords to their use. But the problem was, he didn't know where to go. He thought of many places he had heard about, but none seemed to awaken his curiosity enough. For tree days, he lived with Hera, trying to find some place he could go. Then, one day when he was dozing, a thought hit him. He opened one eye, and a glint of mad glee was apparent. He stood up, went to find Hera in one of the tunnels, said his goodbyes, told him to say bye from him to the other dwarfs, and went to a quiet tunnel, empty now, but for some loose dirt. It had once held a promising ore of copper, but it had been found faulty. He took place in the opening of the tunnel and squinted through it, towards the distant stop. He pulled out his swords and donned the two small shields he had bought at the camp, and started to run. He started nice, almost jogging, but soon accelerated to break-neck speeds. He ran, bent over to keep the wind-resistance down, he screamed, howling his mad glee to the world. Then, he pulled up his swords, and started slashing at the air. They started making sparks in the air, bigger and bigger as he accelerated faster and fast. Soon, the form of him was almost gone in a trail of sparks and lights. He ran faster, and faster, and faster, the end getting closer and closer and closer. When he was one foot away from the end, he drew both his swords up and cut hard and fast at the air. A loud sound, like the sound of silk being cut in two magnified a thousand times, ripped through the air. Skrip ran through a hole which appeared to be just too small for him, and ran into treacle.

It was air, of sorts, but he could hardly move in it. All his moves took endless time, and though he could breathe, it was weird, breathing at one tenth of normal pace, it felt like he was slowly being suffocated. He saw a shimmering, rippling hole just behind him. He remembered his training from the magicals, the name the dwarfs had for those of them who studied magic. He had to close the gap before opening a new into another world, to prevent ... thingummy, erm, aye, the reality from collapsing, which was a good thing. Now, yes, just glide the swords over the sides of the rip, get the sides to stick, and, and g.e.n.t.l.y... press them together. As such. Now to get out. He remembered what he had learned, it was the same wherever he cut a new opening, the place he was now changed so often it seemed to be all still, and he could get out everywhere from that place.

He cut a hole, slashing at the air with snail-speed, and opened a new hole. This would heal up by itself, the reality of the new world would heal itself, and only a world with very weak reality would need him to close the hole properly. He saw the shimmering, rippling hole, like a cut in skin in a world, and stepped through.

Ayden has been approved.

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Ayden Grannus
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Age: 14

Race: Hylian

Hair: White

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'6"

Weight: 128 pounds

Weapon: Sword passed down to him from his father, called Utopia and a ring of wind magic from his mother, called Tempest.

Armor: None

Sex: Male

Strength/Weakness: His swordplay isn't perfect, but he is quite skilled with a blade, especially at his age. His attacks are quick and his movements nimble, unfortunatley, he isn't very storng and his attacks may prove useless to an impregnable opponent. However, his wind magic may get him out of unwanted trouble with his ability to add it to his sword techniques.

Skills/Magic:
-Tempest slash: Combines wind into his sword slash.
-Raging Hurricane: Lunges at the enemy with a wild tempestuous storm following through his attack.
EDIT: That's it at the moment.

Appearance: Of a good build, Ayden has snowy white hair with a tint of silver. He is garbed in a turquoise and bluish tunic, a brown strap slung over his shoulder with his sheath hanging from it, and black leather boots. He doesn't carry a shield.

Personality: He is very sure of himself most times, which usually gets him into trouble. His mischievious nature is countered by his shimmering smile and his pride on the battlefield. He has a serious aversion of fighting, but if it is necessary, he will charge head-first into an intense brawl. He speaks of honor and appreciation, often imitating his father......

History: Ayden came from a family of soldiers in a village on the outskirts of Hyrule, called Tirk.

He lived a life of peace until the day sinister monsters attacked. They destroyed much in the village, but were eventually defeated by brave young villagers.

His father was one of the first to rise against the miscreant foes, but his life was ended abruptly by a wicked hand. Ayden witnessed the event with his own two eyes. During the action, his mother and younger sister were searching for him when a beast overpowered them and murdered them both. Ayden stood in the street of Tirk, staring at the smoldering ruins of his home, alone.....Thereafter, his life has been one of complete solitude, his tainted morale wandering nearby his tattered past of the ruins of Tirk. Everyday since then he's sworn revenge.........

Living in the Forest of Melodia, he has relied on himself alone to survive for four years. Now an evil has manifested within the thickets of his new home and he is challenged again by a miscreant foe, yet this time he won't cower. His helplessness is gone and only courage remains.

Approved by LadyElvenArcher

Name: YoHan de Avelangio
Title: The Brass Monk
Age: 37
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: bald
Eyes: brown
Weight:210
Height:5'6"

Weapon: brass arm
Armor: light leather cloak

Strengths:close combat/fists
Weakness:dark magic
Skills/Magic:healing, light-light up a room

Personality: shy unless aggravated, keeps secrets
Appearance: http://www.ziplink.net/~cloak/availpics/Monk.jpg This bald monk wears a dark brown cloak nearly black. The cloak could fit a person twice his size, but it would be a tight fit. His cloak nearly touches the ground and when kneeling gets dirty easily, not like anybody would know with that color. The hood is wide and hangs down to his shoulders at the side. It comes down on his face so far, that you can only see his mouth. The fabric is not tightly woven so he can see out of the fabric because his eye's are so close. He rarely ever pulls back his hood, but if you see his eyes, whether you did it or not, you are to be taught a lesson. He also wears a snow white rope around his waist so it doesn't flap in the wind as much, but he almost trips from his cloak when the wind is really blowing because of it flaping. No one knows what he wears underneath, but he does wear something I can tell you that.

History: YoHan wanted to be a monk all his life. At the age of 15, YoHan got his wish, and became a monk at Konbulaige Monastery. He was a humble monk, some would say he was the most humble in all of monkery. He fasted, from sun up to sun down, twice a month, and would say prayers five times a day. He never wanted anything for himself, and when some one forced something on him, he would give it to someone who needed it more. He never got any money, yet he seemed to pay hundreds of dollars, every year to the poor and the needy. Then one day, his humble life changed. The crusades had started, and he was asked to help in the first aid department. At one of the calls he had to head out to one of the nearby churches. When he got there, he was astonished. The whole church was decimated from the Muslim raiders. They had stolen everything, and all that was left, were the crumbled stone structure, the highest part of the foundation was five feet tall. From that day forward, he planned to destroy any, I mean any, person who defied the church. He left the monastery of Konbulaige forever, but never truly gave up his monkery. He traveled all over Europe, seeking out heretics, and anti-Christians. He had spent three years doing this when his life had another change. In the fourth crusades, YoHan was caught in the middle of it. The enemy, felt no mercy to the crusaders and was wiping them out. One person seeing YoHan, ran over and sliced off his whole right arm. In retaliation, YoHan gave him a nice left hook straight in the face, breaking his nose and ultimately killing him. He fainted after that. When he awoke, he found himself in the first aid tent and looked at his right arm. It looked fine... wait! His right arm was there. He lifted back his sleeve to his cloak, and found an arm, not just any arm, but an arm made out of brass. He asked every one at the camp how it got there but they were just as surprised as he was. It was a miracle. For the next year, he fought harder than ever to make up for this miracle, and it turned out to be a great assessment. He could wipe out guys easier, he can use any part of his arm to kill his opponents. He was dubbed The Brass Monk.

Name: Abas Gradivus
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Short, black hair that is spread apart at his forehead
Eyes: Light red
Weight: 138 lbs
Height: 5’10”

Weapons:
Valquez One-shot, breech-loading, percussion pistol
A pistol made by the legendary Spanish-gunsmith alive, Jose Valquez, it looks like the type of lighter used for lighting fireplaces only it has an 8” .45 barrel. It is said to have magic powers, but this is not known.
AG-19 ‘Caulk’ Machine Gun
A machine gun that looks like a caulking gun, only with a banana clip that stores 40 shots, it was made by Abas and has silver-titanium alloy bullets. Caliber: 7.65 mm.
Dual Berretta 9mm Machine Pistols
2, 9mm machine pistols that can also be converted to semi-automatic or fully automatic, allowing Abas to load 30-round clip magazines or just standard 15-round magazines.

Armor: Abas wears a special bulletproof armor interwoven with titanium-carbon alloy threads that can resist up to 4-gauge shot. It is standard black only it has a large, cursive A on the chest side in light green.

Strengths: Very fast (enough to dodge bullets some say) and his armor is also heat-resistant and electric proof.

Weakness: He can sometimes be cumbersome on reloading if he is wounded and when fighting beautiful female opponents, will fall into a love-struck stupor that is not easy to get out of.

Skills/Magic:
Magic
He has Morph magic, meaning he can morph himself, another person or animal, and things into what ever he desires.

Skills
Since he has Morph magic, it is hard to figure out what Abas morphs into, it is always unexpected. However, his Morph magic grants him that ability to also use the opponent’s skills. One thing is for certain, is that Abas is a very accurate shooter and if he is blinded, it does not matter, he can still aim perfectly.

Personality: Very quiet when around public places, Abas will hardly ever speak. If he is with friends or somebody he loves, he will speak, and sometimes talk endlessly. When he is alone, he will talk to himself as he feels more secure that way, however when he is getting ready to battle, he will talk.

Appearance: He wears black pants along with a matching T-shirt. His AG-19 is slung across his back (the ammo for the AG-19 is on the sling) and he has holsters for his dual 9mm’s on his black leather belt. His Valquez pistol is in a special holster on his right thigh. He wears black sandals along with black socks. He carries his pistol ammo for his dual 9mm’s in his right pocket while his special ammo for his Valquez pistol is in his left pocket.

History: Abas was actually born in Athens, Greece but then at the age of 10, came over to America in St.Louis, Missouri. His father became a member of the local S.W.A.T and his mom became a member of the S.L.P.D. He started to have an obsession for guns at age 11 and became a member of the Junior N.R.A at 12. By then, he was already an expert marksman. But what both his club and his parents did not know how overall stealthy he was, as growing up in the ghetto in the north of St.Louis gave him a chance to become very stealthy when avoiding gangs. He then founded his own unofficial street gang, nicknamed Legend Guns with some of his friends, some of which were gang members.

By 16, his gang was becoming known statewide and then nation-wide for their notorious activities. Feeling they raised a bad child, Abas mom and dad killed themselves. After hearing word about this, Abas decided to abandon his gang and make his living as a hit man for some of the many gangs in the country. He then moved to Chicago at 17 and decided to do his hit man business there from an abandoned apartment. Now at 19, he is known by many underground figures as, ‘the man you want to call for stealth work at no work at all.’

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Name: Modron
Age: about 17
Race: Mix between Hyrulian (from his mother’s side) and Zora (from his father’s side)
Sex: Male
Hair: Blonde with blue streaks
Eyes: Bluegreen
Weight: 117
Height: 6’1”

Weapon: Ice crossbow, Two Swords (blue fire is burning on them) that he pulls out from the back, bracelet that has mysterious powers unknown what it is capable of, keeps a bottle with a fairy in it that can heal his wounds
Armor: Has this quilted vest made from Goron skin, a bit inhumane but gives a lot of protection, his gloves is specially designed to make a fin so he can swim

Strengths: Water, Swimming, Funny jokes, feels better when near his home, Gauden River
Weaknesses: Heat (can’t stand but has Goron skin to protect from minor heat), hates deku scrubs (they always attacked him when he was little), bright light (prefers the dark)
Skills/Magic: can stay under water for a long time, he can make his fins come out (otherwise he has regular feet), can talk to other sea creatures (in fact he travels on water by riding his oceanic friends)

Personality: Funny, Short-Tempered, Determined, Great Fighter, Shy (around girls), Clever, Stubborn, Careless, Rushes into battle without any sense of what’s going on

HISTORY:

He was born in a village near the Gauden River. Near his village was a Zora village. He grew up in his village and spent most of his day in the water. He was afraid to go into the forest because of the deku scrubs who attacked him. He learned to shoot a crossbow from his grand-father and learned to use his swords from his father. He was about 13 when his village was destroyed his mother was killed by Vergoth, an evil man whose plan was to take over the whole world. His father was gravely wounded in a battle with Vergoth. He recovered and sent Modron to a Geurudu Training Site. He was taught how to fight and defend himself. When he turned 15 his father sent him to the Hyrulian Royal Guard. There he was guarding nobles and other high positioned people. When he was 17 he returned back to his father’s village to learn of his father’s death because of the evil magic that Vergoth’s sword had. There he decided to stay a year and prepare before he left to avenge both his parents. He learned how to stay underwater and he discovered a new skill, he could spread fins from his legs and could breathe under water. Before he left, on his birthday he received the two blue-fire swords that were his fathers and also received the ice crossbow his grand-father had given him. He set out to the desert in hope to find help from some rouge warriors. He travled mostly when it was dark outside.

Name: Viq (vick) Aran
Age: 23
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Hair: Brunette
Eye: Blue
Weight: 135
Height: 5'9"

Weapon: Modified Space Pirate laser cannon, Arm Sythe, and Seeker Missles (can shoot up to five missles)
Armor: Modified Space Pirate armor with low grade Amphibious jet pack(can only hover)

Strengths: has the knowege of Space Pirates and is very acrobatic
Weaknesses: Ice and the only thing giving her her strength is her suit.
skills: can switch her laser cannon to electric and can tame metriods

Personality: Smart, crafty, dose not trust ANYone any more, and has a deep hate for space pirates
Apperance: she is Samus's twin but her suit looks like samus's suit except black, grey, instead of huge shoulders she has rings that attach to her shoulder, her jet pack looks like a gravity boost, and she wears a long cape that covers herself but she take it off when she is about to fight.

Bio: Going back to when Samus Aran was in infancy she had a twin Viq Aran. But when their colony was attacked, The Space Pirates took pity on Viq and never found Samus. They infused Viq with Metroid cells and after that she got worked and trained and fought and basicly tortured to the bone. So one night she was fed up with it so she snuck into the courtyard, then went into the control room, took out the guards from behind and released all Metroids and pretty soon space pirates bursted out of every door screaming in pain and agony. None of the Metroids hurt Viq as she started her jet pack and left the space pirate base that had been taken out by Samus's only sister Viq.

Name- Sierra
age- 670
race- Dark Elf
gender- Female
height- 5'5
weight- 130
eyes- Black
hair- Black

occupation- Sword fighting Mercenary

strengths- Speed, sword fighting skill, flexibility (able to change her plan of action quickly if some thing goes wrong.
weaknesses- Light magic, elemental magic, someone using brute force against her.

weapons- Two short swords
armor- A mithril shirt

appearance- Although she is 670 years old, that is just a young adult in elven years. She has very pale skin, black eyes, and black midlength hair (that she either parts to the side and wears down, or ties back behind her neck). She wears a dark blue tunic and grey pants, tied at the waist by a black belt. She wears her two swords strapped onto her back. When not fighting, she wears a long black cloak with a hood.

personality- She doesnt talk much, and keeps her thoughts to herself. It may be a bit hard to get to know her, but when she trusts you, she will never abandon you. She hates those who betray others. She also doesn’t usually get along with (normal, or light)Elves, b/c her race is often at war with them.

Past- She was born during the series of wars between the Dark Elves and the Elves, thus raised as a swordsman. She fought with the Dark Elf army, but after the wars were over she was no longer needed. She left home to earn her living as a mercenary/assassin. Before she left, her father gave her the two swords that she carries. They are family heirlooms, passed down from swordsman to swordsman. She is the first woman in her family to inherit them (she had no brothers… only a younger sister). She still wanders the world, using her sword to get by.

Name: Kane Thorin(goes by is last name- Thorin)
Age:24
Race:Human
Sex:Male
Hair:Short brown
Eyes:Golden Brown
Weight: 230 lbs
Height: 6' 5''

Weapon: 2 Katanas with Fire relics embedded into the handle so the blades could set on fire when ever he likes it to.
Armor: Light; light breast plate, shoulder plates.

Strengths: fire; magic
Weakness: same as any human
Skills/Magic: casting spells of fire such as a fire blast, fire tornadoe, fire wave, heat wave, Armageddon(a huge explosion miles wide). and other regular spells such as shimmer(makes an illusion of 4 of him), Transeformation(turns into a man sized dragon or pheonix) and barrier(blocks most magic attacks)

Personality: Usally quiet when meeting new peaple, hot tempered easily annoied. often times brutal in battle. he has a good humor and excellent to get to know.
Appearance: He is 6' 5''. Caucasion; eyes get an outline of dark red when angry. preety muscular. preety normal features of a male.

History: he has been searching for magical relics and items since he was 13 when he was thrown out of his house for burning it down with his first fire relic(items that strenghthen your power of fire most prominently found where large magicla communities lived). since then he has been traveling all over the world as a mercinary fighting for peaple(like wars, riots or even the more covert assasination) who pay him to while he searches for rare magical items. he wishes to settle down at some point with his true love from home, Amanda Nole. he has 2 brothers and 3 sisters. he came from a lower classed farming family which fueled his want and need for the fire relics. relics that he has been searching for to regain the honor of his family lost many years ago, when his great grandfather, the towns best knight, lost in a duel against the warrior that invaded his town, Sir Ulesses. Ulesses then owned the town and he enforced new unfair laws that made the town drop into a darkened age. For that reason the Thorin family was cast out of their home and were forced to live in a small poor village community. Now Kane(though he now goes by his last name Thorin) strives to regain his family's honor by defeating everyone of Ulesses's male family offspring in battle to prove that his family are still deserving to their honor.


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Name:Raz
Age:unknown
Race:Sheikah
Sex:male
Hair:Void Black
Eyes:red, can change with emotion
Weight:150
Height:5'12"

Weapon: A crook sword(the type where the blade is hidden in a staff)
Armor: a magical cloak that veils him in darkness

Strengths:very agile, precise and accurate
Weakness:Though he can go in the day the sunlight takes away the advantage of his cloak shadow movement.
Skills/Magic:He can manipulate the shadows and even moves as if he has no definite form.Can change shape into some 'things', including his opponents shadow. skilled in all dark magic.

Personality:Though he has a very dark personality, he is not evil and means no ill intent. Generally he stays away from people, but when he does interact he does so with good intent and always leaves those he interacts with far better off. When ever he has a goal he develops a well thought out plan and sticks to it to accomplish his goal.
Appearance: He wears mostly dark clothes and is somewhat slender in proportion
History:He is one of the few sheikah left in the world, He has a very nomadic lifestyle, and has not lived in one place for more than one year. Though his goals are prone to change from time to time, his main goal is to become more powerful and destroy demons. As of recent times he has become fun seeking pirate. He seems to have a death wish for a man who masacered his entire village but knows nothing about the man except that he is only a man in the sense that he is in the body of one.
Raz has spent most of his life tracking this man but cannot keep a steady trail to follow him and most villages he stops at are not helpful and are overall pointless to visit.
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Name: Daitan
Title: Unknown
Age: 17
Race: Elf/Human 1/2 each
Sex: Male
Hair: Sky blue
Eyes: Contacts......
Wieght: 153lbs
Hieght: 6'2"
Birth Date: Nov.10

Appearance:
Daitan

Weapon:

......... - This sword is a Legend to all Elfs as it is held by Daitan, no one else may touch the sword with their flesh willingly or it will go against it's user gaining its own energy.

Chikota Long Bow - This bow was made by..... well he doesn't know because he found it in a confusing Forest which had always been mysterious to him. This long bow takes amazing amounts of strength to pull back but for some reason it is more powerful then it seems.....

Armor: Normal White Gi. Mostly he never has a armor top. He usually doesn't have a top on for it provides less movement speed, also providing him with less heat, the less heat one his skin and flesh the more strength he has. This armor is weighted meaning if he took it off he would be much faster.

Accessories:

Red color Contacts - These covor his eyes form their true color. The deep glowing blue eyes doesn't look normal and he doesn't want to be remembered by anything so he wears as much that could make him not noticed. (Then again the sword doesn't help.)

Crimson Shantu (Weapon) - This curved dagger is kept hidden on if he is caught off guard. The speed he can use this weapon is unmatchable for it's light feeling makes him able to even move faster. ~ (Picture below.)

Crimson Shantu

Strengths: Speed, Endurance, Balance, Death, Swimming, Mind strength and Stractics.

Weaknesses: fire(Heat mainly), Souls, barriers, white magic, dark magic, Axes, Women, Memories, and Style of fighting.

Overcomed Weaknesses: Dark Magic, White Magic, barriers, and souls.

Tehniques:

(---Samui---)Eternal Cold - This technique allows him to control the way the Ice moves around him. He can make a mist of sharp ice shards if wished or anything else for that matter. Mainly he just controls the ice completely with this technique.

(---Shattered Blood---)Frozen Blood - If bleeding enough he can gather almost a Bithra and freeze the Blood so strongly that it shatters from the force. It's mass is reduced greater almost into a mist and it goes into the opponent's body. It will go through the skin pores or through the mouth or nose. It will find a way in when the enemy isn't thinking smart enough. Daitan guides this mist attack.

(---Meetima Khelek---)Final Ice - He rapidly spins until a cyclone of ice is around him. The cyclone spins at over 300MPH and is filled with chunks and shards of ice that will shread whatever it touches besides Daitan.

(---Blitra---)Air Cooler - The temperature around him drops to -196 degrees C. Virtually anything around him will freeze solid. This includes energy.

(---Icento---)Ice Strength - 70% of a humans body if water. 80% of a elfs body is water. So Daitan has 75% just to be fair but.......This technique freezes all the water inside of his body to ice for a few minutes. Strength is gained from his reactions to this. His body becomes tense and in doing so pain is agnored and he can hit double or triple his strength concerning the area he is fighting in.

(---Final Technic---)"Vibrith Cold" - No one has ever seen this technique's movement. It is undodgeable and life can be taken from spirit's will with its strength. This is to hard to describe, but I can post a battle when I used it and I thinik it would describe alot of what it does. This technique can go through any other attack of magic or any substance other then physical items unless doing less damage. There is only one block and Daitan only knows it for he made that attack but no one else will know unless he tells them. It can kill an opponent's pet or summoned creature. This attack goes through easy though a very high price for Daitan.


Personality: Thinks he's not of good fighters but when he finds his enemys, he destroys them, he also respects other characters. He is humble, yet doesn't care for others lifes unless they are helpless. He gives no help to those in need unless they are not in any hope of living. He doesn't know what his limits are in fighting and will keep on getting stronger in his mind. Doesn't know how to love, yet feels it in Life.

Bio:

He’s been an orphan for as long as he can remember. He’s not very social and he prefers the serenity of solitude to the cheerfulness of company. He hasn’t had any friends and people have always mistreated him and taken advantage of him. He had a rough upbringing growing up alone and stresses his own strength over everything else. To him, power is strength. He had never known a woman and I think many will be suprised the first time he does...

He was known to have wings from beings memories but from appearance of his fighters he does not. He has hated water for as long as he can remember. When growing up he witnessed a young boys death in the rip tide of the ocean and ever since has perfected his skills of freezing so that nothing can break what he so strongly believes no one should touch. He fights... because he has nothing left in life but to search for a meaning for himself growing older with no one.

Name: Kyanu Solus
Age: 21
Sense of Humor: Won’t laugh unless caught off guard by something way out of context.
Temper: He tends to be a calm person, though he can get set off at certain things very moderately
Basic Nature: Easy going but often finds himself in fights.
Prejudices: Overconfident people who assume that they are able to defeat someone because they work out or train
Philosophy of Life: Don’t ever forget your past, it is what shapes the rest of your life.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 185
Build: Muscular but not bulky
Skin Color: medium tan
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair: Brown with platinum blonde highlights, spiked
Race: Half-elf
DOB: 1-11
Alignment: neutral
Elemental alignment: ice
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:: Appearance ::

Appearance One: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...spcb-sword.jpg
Appearance Two:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v2...cb-resting.jpg


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:: Personality ::
One of the main aspects of Kyanu’s personality is that he is very modest. He can't be easily swayed but he listens well. He's very smart and strong during battle, usually hiding his power until needed. He's very talented when thinking for battle plans or of what to do next. In battle he is quite and doesn't boast often. The only times he may get mad is if the opponent boasts and is not modest for his or her self, which shows not a true warrior, but a fake.

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:: Weaponry ::
Name: Klaim Solus
Type: Sword
Description: The sword that Kyanu took from his father after he killed him in the battle. The sword is named after its forger and original wielder, Kyanu’s grandfather, Klaim Solus. This sword chooses its wielder and is only used to its best potential when with a good wielder. It was only right for the sword to choose Kyanu so he could honor his father and unlock it’s true potential.

Name: Twin Pistols
Type: Gun
Description: A pair of pistols Kyanu stole. These are kept in a criss-cross position on his lower back.

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::Armor::

Name:Jacket of Protection
Type: Chest
Description: This is like any normal leather jacket, though it is very tough and strong. None but the most pwerful hits can rip it.

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::Abilities::

Sulintro - This technique allows him to control the way any and all Ice moves around him. He can make a myst of sharp icicles if he wants or anything else he pleases.

Accursed Blood - If Kyanu is bleeding enough he can gget enough and freeze his blood so strongly that it will shatter from the force. Its mass is reduced greater almost into a mist and it goes into the opponent's body. It will go through the skin pores and through the mouth or nose. Kyanu guides where the mist enters and leaves.

Korenta - 70% of a human’s body is water. 80% of an elf’s body is water. So Kyanu has 75% just to be fair. This technique freezes all the water inside of his body to ice for a few minutes. Strength is gained from all the reactions to this. His body becomes tense and in doing so his pain is ignored and he can hit double or triple his strength concerning the area he is fighting in.

Mortena- Kyanu creates a large twister of icicles, sleet, and snow, it being the size of a Mack truck. It spins at speeds unimaginable. While it does this, it reflects off any light, making it almost too blinding for anyone to see. This can create great damage if within a few yards of its massive materials.

Deep Freeze- Kyanu alters his arena the way he pleases, generally being ice so he can increase his strength and defense and all other attributes at one time. This lasts as long as the ice arena lasts. He can use any element he wants though favors ice. The only way to destroy it is through magic abilities.

Freeze over- Kyanu freezes his body over, though his blood still flows as well as his bodily functions. The ice is quite flexible though still holds its strength. This greatly increases his armor level, making it almost impossible to brak through, and with the cold of the ice, it graetly increases his strength.

Lelento- [i]With this ability, Kyanu becomes invisible and can heal himself though he has to stay still. After two turns, he is fully healed. This can only be used twice in one battle.

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:: Past ::

Kyanu always grew up a fighter, always finding a way to improve his skills, whether it be at school, or at home against his little brother. He was born for it, and so was his father, Kyanu’s role model. He loved to train with his father after dinner each night. But one night would prove to bring his life face down to the gravel.

Just like any practice battle, Kyanu was fierce, though his dad was just as fierce, if not even more. Kyanu always wanted to defeat his dad, and this day, he would overcome him and win his 10 bucks. The fight lasted a long time, and neither warrior wavered. A couple bruises formed, but just before Kyanu was going to hit, his dad did not notice, Kyanu figured his dad would know- he always did.

But this time, he didn’t.

Kyanu laid a fierce blow to his father’s temple and in that instant his father fell to the ground. Kyanu thought his father was kidding, he would usually do this to trick Kyanu.

“Alright dad, get up now.” Kyanu said with sarcasm. “Dad. . . . . . . . .dad. . . .” But no answer.

Kyanu ran as fast as he could to his dad’s feet and told him to wake up, but he didn’t move. Kyanu knew what happened, though thought of it in disbelief, like it was a dream. Though minutes later after his mother and little brother came out to check on him, he realized what he had just done-

He killed his father.

He couldn’t believe it, no he couldn’t. He knew his father was faking it- he had to be faking it! He couldn’t lose what meant to him most. No! It was true. He didn’t want to face it. Tears flowed violently down his cheeks as he looked at his dad’s expressionless face. He looked to his mother and little brother for a moment and then ran away into the house.

The next morning he was gone. He had left a note in his dresser at home:

Family:

I don’t know what I did, but I did it, and I can never face it. I cannot live on knowing I killed my own father.

If I stay, I am more reminded of this death, and if I go, I am considered a coward. It is a lose-lose situation, so I chose to leave. I think it’s for the best. Maybe not for you, but in my eyes I see it best.

I have left and would like to say that I will come back, though I do not see this in my future.

Jared- my little brother, I know it’s hard for you to go through this and I wish I could be there, but I can’t. You will understand later on.

Mother- take care. It is the hardest thing for me to write this right now, but I must. I love you. Period. And always know that I am with you from thay small flag waving outside in front of the house for you. It may not comfort you because I am the one who did this to you, but it is all I can do. For now.

I love you all,
Kyanu

Jared and his mother were deeply saddened by this and did not understand Kyanu’s meaning, but they let him go. He didn’t even mention where he had gone and there was no way to begin. They could only stay and wait. . .

Kyanu had taken his father’s sword with him, so that he could show his honor and prove to his dad that he is more than just a brute killer. He felt that it was his way of communicating with his father.

.Kyanu had gone up to the mountains, but would leave soon, traveling wherever he felt he should go. He found that his only comfort was practicing, because it had reminded him of his father, and he liked it and hated it at the same time.

Traveling here and there, he found that he was very well suited for the twin pistols. He stole a pair from a shop in some far-off city. They would never find him anyway, he moved too quickly.

More and more he went on, and he developed his own, unique abilities, and from this day on, he fights whenever he can, only to be comforted of the thoughts of his father.

Name: Grey (dragon name: Praecaesius)
Age: 738 (juvenile in dragon years)
Race: silver dragon
Hair: faded silver
Eyes: light gray
Height: 8’11” dragon, 6’2” human
Weight: 1270 lb. dragon, 137 lb. human

Weapons: preferably none, but hand to hand combat if necessary. He can also use the ribbon of silk cloth that he uses for his bandages a rope.

Armour: the occasional buckler, but none more often than not

Personality:
Melancholy. Grey has become very disenchanted with existence, so he is often cynical and sardonic when it comes to mortals (or any non-dragon). He is very interested with the well being of plants and other animals. He will often stop what he is doing to attend to an injured woodland creature. He is a pacifist by nature and tries to avoid conflict at all costs, but he will fight for what he believes in.


Appearance:
Grey is trapped in his human form by an iron choker around his neck. In his human form he appears wan, slender, and anemic. His long, fibrous, faded sliver hair hangs loosely down his back. Occasionally he ties it back with some of his white silk bandages. He had two small scars that cut diagonally across his cheeks. Grey’s lower arms and upper torso are wrapped tightly in white silk bandages. Hidden underneath them are scars shaped like the intricate dragon runes. He wears simple, nondescript traveling clothes, and a plain white robe. Around his waist he wears a rope belt, and on it hang various flasks and bags of healing ointments, holy waters, and painkillers.

In his dragon form Grey is a juvenile of moderate size. His scales are pale and dull, due to his youth, and his wings are tattered and flightless, due to his condition. The tatters of his bandages can still be seen clinging to his forelegs and around his torn wings.


Magic:
Grey is a juvenile silver dragon. All dragons have a special breath weapon special to that species. Metallic dragons, like the silver, have two. The first is a cone of frost. Used mainly to attack, Grey usually avoids using this attack. He can also only use it to any major effect in his true form. In his human form, it is limited to a small area of cold directly in front of him. The other breath weapon is a paralyzing gas. Used mainly for defense, Grey prefers this one to the ice, as it rarely harms the assailant. In his human form, he can only paralyze someone if he can get right in front of them, or if he can completely fill a small room with the gas. Grey is immune to his own breath.

Like all silver dragons of his age, Grey has some control over the weather. At his current skill he can only make a light mist, and a dreary rain shower. Even though his wings are flightless, he has the ability to walk on clouds and mist as though they were solid ground. This allows him some mobile advantage. Silver dragons can also polymorph into a humanoid form. Of all the dragons, the silvers most enjoy the company of humanoids. As such, they are often ambassadors to the human nations. Silver dragons can live on human food and drink indefinitely without having to return to a more draconian diet.

His strongest ability of all would be his greatest blessing, and his greatest curse. Across his arms, legs, and back are rows of scars. The draconic symbols are woven together into a great seal. This natural stigmata grants him great power at a great price. He can heal any injury to any living thing: plants, animals, humans, and even the earth itself. Grey can also hear the cries of pain if he concentrates hard enough. The cost of this however is that he takes on the pain of whatever he heals. In the healing process, the scars bleed. This causes him severe pain, and the side effects sometimes include: dizziness, fainting, weakness, and hallucination. The size of the wound he can heal is not limited; however, if the wound would be instantly fatal to a silver dragon of his age, he may die soon after due to loss of blood.

Grey is also bound by the pact that the Ancient Dragons made with the mortals of the world. If any mortal knows his draconic name (Praecaesius), he must give them a Boon.
Ocasionaly the Boon is given freely, but sometimes it comes with a price or a test of merit. Grey often gives healing, training, and wisdom as his Boon to the mortals. A dragons name cannot be found out by magic or telepathic means. Another dragon or a draconic manuscript must tell the mortal the dragon’s true name.

Bio:
Praecaesius was born in the Tower of the Dragons. This shining tower rises straight out of the ocean, and is home to all the dragons. When he hatched, it was obvious that he had some latent holy magic deep within him. His shining scales were quite bright for one so young. He was put into almost immediate service under the holy dragon high priestess, Reis. Reis taught the young Praecaesius how to heal the sick and tend to the dying. Praecaesius was happy for a time at the temple of the great dragons.

One day while cleaning the temple, he heard a crying from somewhere down the hall. Setting down his broom, he went to see what was wrong.

"It must be one of the little ones lost again." Praecaesius said with a smile and a sigh. He walked down the hall until he reached the shrine of the ancient light dragon Lithiuan. When he got there, Praecaesius found out that the crying he had heard was not that of some lost child. At the base of the statue of Lithiuan was a small garden of white moonflowers. One of the plants in the middle was withered and dying.

"Poor thing", he whispered as he reached out for the drooping petals. Suddenly, there was a bright light and a searing pain rushed up Praecaesius' arms and down his back. Blood began to drip off his fingertips, as the freshly cut symbols bled on his arms. The shine quickly faded from his hair, and his eyes grew pale. Praecaesius screamed in pain so loud, that a crack went though the stained window at the back of the temple.

The blood of the dragon Praecaesius dripped slowly onto the petals of the moonflower. As Praecaesius began to faint from the sudden anemia, the flower began to flourish. It grew, and grew. It grew beyond the average height of such a plant, and the petals turned a soft pink color. The weakened and scarred dragon lay on the floor near the statue of Lithiuan until other acolytes, brought by the scream, came to his aid.


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Grey left the Tower soon after the incident. He wrapped his scars in silken bandages and fled to the lands of men.

“I can no longer stay. I must go find those who truly need my gifts.”
“We await your return, Praecaesius” Reis had said.
“I am no longer Praecaesius. I am now only Grey.”