Character List

Name: Escuro
Age: 16
Race: Hylain
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown; tinted with red
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5 feet 6 inches

Weapon: His weapons are a sword , a shield, and dark magic

Armour: He has no armour but he does have a powerful shield and tunic.

Strengths: Escuro's strengths are that he has the ability to never lose his power.

Skills: He is very talented with his sword , and has mastered his magical powers. He has the power to transfer his dark magic into his sword.

Regeneration: If anything happens to Escuro he doesn't recover faster then any Hylain.

Weakness: Using any of his magic abilities takes up energy. The more energy he loses his focus and can easily lose a battle.

Personality: He is friendly if you can get his good side. He is a loyal ally. He can be stubborn at time. He is very intelligent.

Appearance: He has tanned skin, and pointy ears. His eyes are a dark brown; tinted with red. He wears a greyish black tunic with a white shirt under it, he also has black boots. His hair is short and black.

Bio: Once a happy normal Hylain child, now a dark warrior. When Escuro was young he wanted to be a warrior. So one day he asked the legendary Hero of Time to train him. Link had said yes and trained him for 4 years and then gave him a sword at the end of his training. When Escuro was walking home he was stopped by a cloaked figure…

“Do you want to be the best warrior there is?” Escuro replied with a yes. “Come train with me then.” Confused Escuro said yes. When he arrived at the training ground he noticed the figure was dark Link, Link’s dark side. He trained with him for one year and changed, he was now evil. He learned dark magic. On his last day dark Link gave him a gem, he told him to put it in his sword. When Escuro did his sword that Link gave him changed; it turned dark. Also his shield and tunic changed to black. But the biggest change was Escuro, he was evil now.

Name: Lily
Age: 17
Race: Elemental
Sex: Female
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Weight: 120 lb
Height: 5'5"

Weapon: Two steal tonfas

Strengths: Can control the Earth such as its rocks, trees, and dirt. Very good at manipulation magic.

Weakness: Weak against pure strength.

Skills/Magic:
Elemental boost(skill)-when surrounded by her element her power increases a lot.
Earthquake(attack)-can fire earthly energy from the ground up.
Spirit Manipulation(skill)-can steal opponent's energy as long as he touches her weapon.
Weapon Change(skill)-can change her weapon at will. Can be in a bazooka form, nun chuck form, and sword form.
Bazooka Blast(attack)-When in bazooka form she can fire a lagre amount of energy.
Spirit Blasters(attack)-When in tonfa form she can fire small but rapid amounts of energy.

Personality: She is very nice but she does not tolerate laziness.

Appearance: Long black hair, white sleeveless tank top, light green pants, and a brown belt that hold her tonfas. Has the chinese symbol for earth on her right arm.

History: Was born on the planet Force. Her kind could control the elements. But her planet was destroyed by an unknown force. Only 8 of her kind survived. 5 landed on Earth but the other 3 were lost. Her 4 friends who landed on Earth with her are Blaze, Frost, Lumis, and Shadow. Blaze's element is Fire, Frost's element is Ice, Lumis' element is Light, and Shadow's element is Dark. Together they trained and got stronger. They eventually left earth to search for their 3 lost Elementals and defeat the unknown force that destroyed their planet.

As soon as they left, they found one of the rouge Elementals. They landed and a planet called Warlob. It was the one that controled the wind. Her name was Zephia. When they first encountered her she put up a good fight. After they explained who they were and what they were doing she gladly joined their quest. She also said that 2 other people who can also control the elements were on this planet. So they followed her to the other 2.

They meet up with the one who controls water. Her name was Tidra. She talked with Zephia and she joined the party. Tidra warned them that Flash, the one who controls lightning, doesn't like to be bothered.

When they met up with Flash he immediatly forced lightning down on them. Lily and everyone else except for blaze was knocked out. When she woke up she saw Flash had decided to join them. So the 8 surviving Elementals set off to find the force that destroyed their planet years ago.

Lily is the best friend of Blaze. They have been close ever since they landed on Earth. She hates him for being lazy but will stay by his side no matter what.

Name: Frost
Age: 17
Race: Elemental
Sex: Female
Hair: Short, straight, black
Eyes: Black
Weight: 123 lb
Height: 5'4"

Strengths: Cunning and has a great defensive stance. Can control and create ice.

Weakness: Fire attacks.

Skills/Magic:
Element Boost(skill)-When surrounded by ice her power increases.
Icicle(attack)-A small ice ball appears on top of her fingers and when she throws them, they become small icicles
Chilling Freeze(attack)-Fires a beam of ice and freezes the opponent.

Personality: Playful and active. Is incredibly courageous and adventurous.

Appearance: Light blue sleeveless shirt. And dark blue mini-skirt. Has the chinese symbol for ice on her right arm.

History: Was born on the planet Force. Her kind could control the elements. But her planet was destroyed by an unknown force. Only 8 of her kind survived. 5 landed on Earth but the other 3 were lost. Her 4 friends who landed on Earth with her are Blaze, Lily, Lumis, and Shadow. Blaze's element is Fire, Lily's element is Earth, Lumis' element is Light, and Shadow's element is Dark. Together they trained and got stronger. They eventually left earth to search for their 3 lost Elementals and defeat the unknown force that destroyed their planet.

As soon as they left, they found one of the rouge Elementals. They landed and a planet called Warlob. It was the one that controled the wind. Her name was Zephia. When they first encountered her she put up a good fight. After they explained who they were and what they were doing she gladly joined their quest. She also said that 2 other people who can also control the elements were on this planet. So they followed her to the other 2.

Frost had a strange feeling coming up. As though someone she knew was here. They soon meet up with Tidra, the one who controled the water. She talked with Zephia and she joined the party. Tidra warned them that Flash, the one who controls lightning, doesn't like to be bothered. Before they left, Frost told Blaze that she felt something weird about that girl. Blaze just responded how they look so similar.

When they met up with Flash he immediatly forced lightning down on them. Frost jumped in the way of the lightning to stop Blaze from getting hit. She faint as soon as she was hit. Blaze fought with Flash and defeated him. He then explained about the situation. When Flash heard that his home planet was destroyed a long time ago, he joined them.

Frost is the girlfriend of Blaze. They have always protected each other. Her best friend is Lily. She has a sister named Tidra that she did not know of until they found her and Blaze pointed out how similar they looked.

Name: Naoru Aurashino
Age: Looks like he's around thirty, is acutally 100 years old
Race: Demon Warrior
Sex: Male
Hair: Pitch Black
Eyes: Crimson
Weight: 130 pounds
Height: 6 foot 4

Weapon: The Iyxirus (Blade of the Hellfire Ruby)

Armor: Black Chainmail covered by Diamond Armor

Strengths: Demonic Incantations, Summoning the Power of Pure Destruction

Weakness: Light, Monk Seals, Purification spells, Exorcism

Skills/Magic: Demonic Incantations is what he catorogizes all of his spells as, but one spell isn't so.
Spell one: Demonic Reach: In this spell, Naoru summons the powers of Darkness into his arm and lashes it out on his foes, sending them back many yards and, if the opponent has a weak mind, knocks them out.

Spell two: Force Beam: In this spell, Naoru flys into the air and holds his hands together. Then, blackness surrounds the area around his hands and a thrust of dark force is fired, either pushing the opponent down forcefully, or sends them back many yards.

Spell Three: Become one with the foe: In this spell, Naoru lashes at the foe with dark energies until the foe is weakened, and then, without warining, he summons the portal to Oni-Garandou, or Demon void (more commonly referred to by Naoru as Oni-Gar), and sucks them in. Then, using his magics and connection to the Oni-Gar, he combines their power with his.

Spell Four: Oni Explosion:This is his strongest spell. In this, he punches the foe to a bloddly pulp, flys into the air, and puts his hands above him. At this moment, all of his power is concentrated into one gigantic ball of gravity which sucks up everything lifeless in the room, and then he fires it. Most of the time it sends his foe to a dark oblivion, AKA death.

Personality: Now that we've got those boring spells out of the way, Naoru is a heartless man with one objective: To gain the Stone of Ultimate Power. He has seiged many lands, and with the Demonic Iyxirus at his disposal, he is also very ruthless.

Appearance: He is a averagely built man, and he wears a dark sheathe to one side of his body, and his armor reflects it constntly, seeing as how it is crystal. His hair steams down the back of his neck, and he rolled it into a small pony-tail at the back. His eyes shine Crimson Red in the darkness, and his dark appearance strikes fear into all that see him. For a more detailed perspective of him, think of Nobunaga Oda from Samurai Warriors. They're meant to look almost identical, especially the sword.

History: Naoru was born from two demon families: The Soldier Demons and the Mage Demons. These two families were already a deadly force, but when Orin Aurashino of the Mage Demons and Kyryu Harae got married, a dark omen was signaled.

After many years of happily living together in peace, Kyryu finally bore Orin a son. This child was strange from the moment he left his mother’s womb, for he constantly had a dark red aura surrounding him. Many questions were brought up about the child’s well being, and if he really was evil. Nothing made sense to the child, as even when he was four whole years old, he didn’t even have a name. “What is my purpose?” he would ask himself at night, wondering why he was born.

But one night, everything lost control…

“If I am disgraced,” said the child, “by not even being given a name from this petty village, THEN WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?!?” Using his dark powers granted to him by the Mage Demon Tribe, he destroyed the village in which he was born. “Useless…” he said cockily. “If you can’t give such a great power as mine as simple name, then you can all rot in hell!!!” Such vulgar language wasn’t expected from such a young being, but in one final strife, he decimated the village completely.

“I am power…” the child said. “I am darkness… I am Naoru!!!”

Through the years, the child found many strengths. But none as powerful as the one he found that fateful day, fifty years ago…

“What is this?” Naoru said as he approached the glowing light. “This power… This sword!” The light changed to Crimson Red, the same color as Naoru’s eyes, and transcended unto itself, revealing a dark, pulsating blade. Naoru gripped the hilt and was instantly filled with strength. “This blade… Its power exceeds my own… I dub thee, mighty blade of destruction, the Iyxirus!!!”

Later on, Naoru found out that the Iyxirus was one half of a mythic stone, called the Aliyuras. This stone could grant him absolute power: the exact thing he craved. The other half of the Aliyuras was another power, lost in the land of Hyrule, waiting to be found. Naoru now makes it his mission to find that other power. Using the demonic energies of his parents, he searches onward, never to stop until his mission is complete.

Ummmmm..... here is my character. he has been approved.
Age: 9
Name: Darknut
Race: Shekiah
Sex: male
Hair: Dity Bloned
Eyes: blue
Weight: 75
Height: 4"11
Weapon: eletric 3"0 Ax

Sterghts: stong, knows 20 differnt karte and tikun do,(spelling) good in cave areas, hard thick skin actes kind of like body armer

About his attacks Can shot lighting from his ax at anygiven time. Can see though wall, trees ,and invisalbe people(he can see them) with the lens of truth. Swings ax in a big circle to give him some room in the battle area.

Rain where Darknut makes it rain.

Lightinng attack: Where Darknut shots lightinng from the sky.( can only do attack when it is raining.

Circle of light: where he surounds the battle field with lightinng for a short time.(Drains some of his power, so it makes him weaker)

Ax: where he just uses his ax to attack.

Weakness: kind of slow with ax , still young so does not really know how to defend him self very well, gets ax stuck in ground alot, water will hurt him. He wares not shirt so fire will burn him a little.bright flashes will blind him for a while. If you remind him of the past his emotion will go haywire and he will not be able to fight very well. Not to good in wide open areas.

Apperence: kind of long hair, purple pants with a light purple cotton belt. wears no shirt. a paniting of the eye of thurth on his chest.

Personality Very nice when you get to know him,But in the battle area he is a wild animal.

History: When Darknut was just a boy the race of the Shekiah was already perishing. His birth was fortold by the eye of truth that his was the last Shekiah to be born. His mother did everthing in her power to convence the the eye of truth to let her keep her son. But the eye of truth took him none the less and put him in to hinding. Wall his mother was left to die. Soon after that the race of the Shekiah was no more and the eye of truth fled levaing the young boy to fend for him self. The boy final figured out how to get out of the cave that he was in. so now he is in seach of some one to help train him at this young age. he fight for his mother and is willing to do anything to be trained.
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Name: Merv (This is his full name. Documents of his birth have been long lost, but if found it is assumed they would read "Merv")
Age: Has claimed to be 28 for nearly 28 years.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Weight: Heavy.
Height: 6' 1''

Main Weapon: Elemongaurdo, a Bastard Sword crafted by the masterful (yet surprisingly young) blacksmith Hobb Lemms. Hobbly, as he is often affectionately called, is one of the few people Merv truly respects.
Secondary Weapon: A simple, yet extremely sharp knife which he has kept in fine condition ever since he acquired it as a lad. He often uses it more as a tool than as a weapon, but in a pinch it will hurt. Often, it does anyway. When weapon fanatics, who are always fond of these types of things, ask for it's name, Merv jokingly calls it "Ol' Fiddlesticks". Most people believe him.
Armor: He wears a very practical suit, with layers of thick cloth and leather straps. Sometimes he chooses to wear his old army breastplate over it. The whole get-up aint pretty, but it gets the job done. Quite like himself, actually.

Strengths: Merv may not know any fancy-shmancy, new-fangled kung-fu over-hyphenated crap, but he is by no means a pushover. He reasons that since people got so tied up in swordsman technique and martial arts, they forgot what used to work, and, as he has proven time and time again, still does. In his own words, this "martial art" is the ability to hit the other guy about twice as hard as they can hit you. What he wont tell you is that old fashioned resourcefulness and cunning are the real secret to his success. Not that being able to hit the other guy that hard doesn't help.
Weakness: Although his strength has held true, Merv isn't exactly as... er... nimble as some of the 27 year olds out there. If given the chance, he can sprint very fast... but at the cost of his breath. So basically, he isn't the man he used to be. He can't do a lot of the stuff he would of in his youth (like things involving a lot of running), and even in the day he wasn't exactly swift. There is a reason he stayed away from martial arts.
Skills/Magic: Merv can tie a knot that won't undo. Like, ever. Really. Even he can't undo it. That is why he caries a knife as sharp as he does. Likewise, he knows about basically all knots in existence; not something he is proud of. Mention of it brings back bad memories of the military school he had to live through twice. Other "useful" skills include a very believable bird call imitation ability, complete mastery of checkers, and knowing VERY WELL what you can or can't eat in a strange situation. Oh, and magic is for sissies.

Personality: Merv likes his job, and it shows. Rarely does Merv do anything that doesn't involve mercinaryship, or the mentoring of mercenaries. Usually, when off work, he just hangs around in bars and acts like the jolly old man he looks like. He finds people are much more willing to fight you when they have no idea how much they will get hurt. Usually, he continues this ruse whilst on the job; joking and laughing with whoever he may be partner with. Only with those he respects does he change his demeanor to the more serious, to-the-point man that more accurately portrays himself.
Appearance: Merv’s face could be described as having "potential". With some decent grooming, or at least a shave, he could look half decent. Unfortunately, Merv shaves when he remembers to (which isn't often), and as such he has a constant shroud of thick stubble surrounding his lower face. His hair is cut short, and comparably better kept... but only because you only need to cut your hair once a moon anyway. He usually does that when he shaves. Otherwise, Merv's face can be described as expressive. He has the attributes of a jovial chap who has nothing to hide. Perfect for someone like himself, who often does. The man is built... large. Now, he isn't a fat man, as he doesn't have the shape or the build of a fat man, but he is pretty big. First appearances are deceiving; you would be surprised how much of that bulk is muscle. It isn't all of it, but being hit by him you would guess so.

History: Merv's life, at a glance, is nothing too complicated. It is the life of a soldier, and not much else. Born to a family wealthy enough to send him to a military run academy, but not wealthy enough to not have to, Merv learned his sums in a surreal mixture of a prep school, an army squadron, and... a boy scout troop. Despite what all his elders told him would be the case, these were the worst years of his life (well, almost). After "graduation" from the school (he never actually passed most of his writing-based classes), he tried half heartedly NOT to join the army, because supposedly that happened occasionally. But like most of his classmates, he eventually became a soldier. One day he would consider this to be his true education, as the lessons learned in the 8 years that would follow would last far longer than those learned in the school. Only a few months after he joined the ranks, and the troops went to war. He was a young man, barely 19, and the battlefield was like a classroom to him. His superior officers were his professors, teaching him the fine art of killing people. A school of "hard knocks", indeed. Near the end of his third year in the army, his sergeant "Mr. Bits" gave (now Corporal) Merv a gift of a knife. He still has that blade to this day.

Relatively speaking, Merv advanced quickly: reaching a sergeant status in 8 years. He would keep this title for 12 years to come. These would be his "prime" as a soldier, when he won a lot of battles. Proof being that he is still alive. At the end of the 12 year Merv got in a bit of a predicament with a rival sergeant and his noble officer... they had a "missunderstanding" and he had apparently insulted them, to this day he doesn’t recall how, and in the process also seemed to insult their mothers (again, he doesn't recall details). Long story short, the officer had a weapon that Merv didn't know too much about up until then: The Law, and with it he managed to find a way to send Merv back to the Academy for two years of mandatory field-skills teaching. Beating his childhood for the title, this period became the new "worst years of his life".

After this, Merv chose to leave the army. Situating himself in the town of his birth (which he hadn't really spent much time up until then) Merv joined what was then a small mercenary guild. It has been 15 years, and now it is one of the largest for many miles around. Merv is near the top of the pyramid, and although he is officially not the head, he doesn't take orders from anybody. His respect is currently fuelled both by his effectiveness as a merc, and his keen eye for talent. He has spotted and brought many of what are now semi-famous mercenaries in for their first training, and was also the first to bring the work of the extremely talented blacksmith Hobb Lemms to public attention. The young man's weaponry is now worth a helluva lot of money because of Mervs insight.

Now that his 28th 28th birthday approaches, Merv has chosen to reduce his fighting lifestyle a bit. This has given him more time to sit around in bars, and do other manly pass times. He has noticed that this has caused his reputation to diminish, especially amongst younger men. This hardly bothers him, as it has allowed him to have more fun with their ignorance. His mercenary work is now dependant on his interest. In other words, he only takes jobs he thinks he would enjoy.

Name:Axel
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Dark Brown Wavy Hair, short cut on the top and back, long fringe and long side hair which reach down to his neck (not so much sideburns)
Eyes: Hazel
Weight: 56kg
Height: 184cm

Weapon: Long 1 hand Sword, this sword was passed down to him through his family. It has the ability to deflect magic as well as cutting through it. It is unbreakable and the last one of it's kind (meaning last one made from that time in History, which was a long time ago), or so he thinks. It can change with the mood and personality of the weilder.
Armour: Simple Chainmail, with leather vest and gauntlets with heavy duty Boots and Light Weight Tunic.

Strengths: Adaptable, Excellent Fighter, Swift Swordsman and High Speed and Defence
Weakness: Most Human weaknesses

Skills/Magic:Force Healing-
He is able to heal himself while moving, it most forms of damage, (can't heal loss of limbs or stuff) and takes time to recharge
Skill-Force Lightning-
Pride of Skills, He can shot bolts of lightning out of his hands to do massive widespread damage, can even kill the enemy.
Skill-Force Speed-
he can speed up physically and mentally
Skill-Force Absorb-
Absorbs Damage Taken and transferred into Force Power and Health.
Skill-Force Push-
Uses the energy around him to push matter into the direction disired.
Skill-Force Jump-
Give him the ability to Jump up to a disired height (if not to far away)

His others Force Skills are still developing but he will eventually learn how to master them but even when mastered they take time to recharge.

Personality: He has been very practical all through his life in being able to think outside the box, he has never been afraid of anything (apart from falling from heights), making him very couragous. He can find humour just about out of anything. And if he doesn't get his way he will become very stubborn.

Appearance:
When first taking look on Axel, you notice that he is a plain Human, no distingishing features. Apart from his hair, his pride and joy....Clean, Strong and in perfect condition Mentioned above its he has Dark Brown Wavy Hair, short cut on the top and back, long fringe and long side hair which reach down to his neck (not so much sideburns).
He has a a good figure, not a bulk one but he stands strong, both with power and pride.
He wears simple but strong clothing, Strong dark pants, Heavy duty boots, chainmail covered by a leather vest which is under a dark tunic. Dark gauntlets protect his wrists and hands.
His sword is holstered on his back for quick access and easy travelling.

History:
Born in a distant land known as Marlan, Axel was raised in the Wind Settlement, where he learned to fight, wield a sword and use the force. One day out of the Blue he was teleported to a strange Temple and a strange light explained to him what was happening to the land. It explained that the 'Pure' had been reborn after it was sealed away so many years ago. The Pure were a highly dangerous and evil force that had tried to take over the Marlan. The strange light explained that he was hope.

Soon after he was told this, he was teleported back to the Wind Settlement to find that it had been completely destroyed.....as well as his family. Axel was able to gather his sword and a few supplies to set off to Combat the Pure but it has become more personal then expected.

Axel's fate has yet to be written in time, but what lies ahead of him is sure to be great.......

I had a burst of creativity, so I made a new character. He here is.

Name: Dane MacKiernan

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Race: Human (Scottish Highlander, to be exact)

Height: 6 feet even

Weight: 145 pounds

Hair color: Sandy blonde

Eye color: Hazel

Weapons: Dane’s primary weapon is an enchanted claymore that is intended to defend against magic. It can “break” spells cast toward Dane before they hit him, and it can also simply function as a normal claymore. Dane also carries a dirk and an even smaller hunting knife.

Skills/Magic: Dane cannot use any magic whatsoever, thus his magic-breaking claymore is his main strength. He has excellent skill with his claymore, and he can also throw his hunting knife with deadly accuracy.

Appearance: Tall and lanky, Dane can at times cut somewhat of a comical figure. He always wears traditional Scottish Highlander clothing, including kilt and simple white tunic. His hair is long but considered short for a typical highlander. Spending much of his time outdoors, Dane has a slight hint of a tan in his skin. His handsome, rugged features make him quite popular with females.

Personality: Dane has a tendency to appear distant and has a habit of letting his mind wander to other things when someone’s attempting to speak to him. He has an extremely arrogant disposition, however, which stems mainly from the fact that he is virtually immune to magic. His thick Highlander accent often causes him to be hard to understand, but he can usually get his point across. He is fully aware of his popularity with the female sex, and this knowledge often causes him to do rash things to impress women. He does have a kind heart beneath his brash façade, though, and he especially has a soft spot for small children.

Bio: “Och, well hello there! Me name’s Dane MacKiernan. Ye got tha’? MacKiernan, ye ken? So, suppose ah should tell ye a bit aboot meself. Ah’m a braw laddie o’ eighteen, and ah’ve got this bonnie enchanted claymore that can repel magic. An’ if any of yoo ‘appen to be o’ the female variety…ah’m definitely very single and available, ye ken? Hehe… Och…well…anyway, tha’s great and all, but ah suppose ye dinnae care aboot tha’. Ah suppose ah should start from th’ beginnin’…”

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Dane MacKiernan was born into a noble Scottish family in the Highlands of Scotland. From birth, he was marked as the heir to his father’s estate and fortune. Growing up, he had everything he could possibly want, and early in his life, he was trained to wield the claymore. The kingdom grew and flourished along with Dane.

When he was about seventeen years old, Dane’s home was threatened by an evil sorcerer who desired Dane’s father’s throne. No-one in the entire kingdom knew how to combat the supernatural forces at the sorcerer’s command. The kingdom was doomed to fall to the evil if something couldn’t be found to silence the sorcerer’s powers.

On one particular day, Dane was wandering through the bowels of his family’s castle when he discovered a secret passage left untouched for several hundred years. As he continuously made his way through the winding corridor, Dane noticed an ethereal, greenish glow that intensified the farther along the passageway he went.

When he reached the end, he found himself in a medium-sized chamber that was bare except for a small pedestal set in the exact center of the room. Around the pedestal, various ancient and magical symbols were etched in circular patterns in the stone floor, and the green light seemed to radiate from those symbols. The most extraordinary thing about the room, however, was the intricate claymore stuck blade down in the pedestal. Power seemed to pulsate from the sword, and Dane was instinctively drawn to it. Upon closer inspection, Dane noticed characters inscribed in the stone pedestal. They were Old English characters, and Dane had to wrack his brain to remember how to translate them.

Ah suppose mah da was righ’ in makin’ me study th’ Ole English. Tis a bonnie thing ah’ve ta’en those classes. Now, lesse…

Slowly, the words revealed themselves to Dane:

I have slain spirits unseen
The unknown holds no fear for me
Take hold the hilt to set me free
I’ll pay you thrice o’er
With the blood of your enemies

Not one to think things through, Dane shrugged and immediately grasped the hilt of the shining weapon. With one easy tug, the claymore came free, and the green glow emanating from the symbols in the floor transferred itself into the blade in a brilliant flash of light. Dane had to shield his eyes against the glow, and when he removed his arm, he saw new characters etched into the silvery blade:

The one who is pure has called me forth
Use me against magical might
I will aid you against more than brute force
And deliver you from dangers in the night

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“An’ so, ah went on tae defeat tha’ evil menace tha’ threatened mah family’s kingdom. Now, ah jus’ wander th’ country searchin’ for lads and lasses to hone mah claymore skills agin. So, if yoo are ever in th’ neighborhood, come to call. Especially if ye are of the lassie variety! Hahaha!”

Name: Vrolok or V
Age: Unknown, but when in human form he looks to be 17.
Sex: Male
Race: Lycan, but can turn from human to lycan at will.
Eyes: Blood red with a slit down the middle.
Hair: Black.
Height: Standing: 5'10" All fours: 3'6"
Weight: 159lbs


Weapon: Human: A sword like Seifers from FF8 but it has a shotgun built into it, his brains and speed. He uses his brains for he reads many books in his free time and studies how other warriors fight.

His sword: His sword is merged with a shotgun, and completely silver the shotgun is made to fit with the sword and not round, it is more triangular as are the bullets, but it still has the same force if not more than a normal shotgun, yet it has no back fire to it, and he can use it as a sword and gun at the same time or one or the other.
Lycan: Claws and razor sharp teeth, extremely strong jaws and speed and inelegance.

Skills/ Magic’s: Holy magic: Cure, Life, Aura, Holy Awe, and Silver flare. (Description of moves is given after bio.) Resistant to magic (it dissipates at the touch of lycans so its a lycan ability.) A sort of six sense for he can tell Demon from human even if they are disguised and where they are located, and once he fights you he never forgets the fight and remembers the style you fought.

Strengths: Human: He is extremely smart and cunning, he is very good at weilding a sword and His hearing is beyond any imaginable, He uses Holy magic for he hunts down and violently kills demons. He hills over time do to his lycan abilities.
Lycan: Strong legs, speed, inelegance, strength, wisdom and all other senses. He hills over time due to lycan abilities.


Weakness: He cares for humans more then he should. And is extremely kind.
The sun when he is in Lycan form for it fills to him as if he had been set on fire. And he has a strange hatred towards cats, and will go almost crazy when and if he sees one. He is resistent to magic in both forms and when human his speed decreases but his Intelegnce increses. He also is a pacifist when it comes toi fighting anything besides demons in human form, but in Lycan form he cares for none except himself.

Appearance: Lycan: Long black fur that matches the night skies, with blood red eyes, which at night are the only way you can see him. Big and looks almost like a tiger but with longer fur, allot longer, for it practically hangs on the ground.

Human: A semi muscular build to him, he as hair that hangs down to his eyes, He wears sunglasses that are mirrored on the outside. He wears a black trench coat and a white button down shirt, He wears black cargo pants and his sword is strapped to his thigh. He as a scar on his face from when he was young that is shaped as a Greek letter.

Personality: He is extremely kind despite what is said of him, yet he loves to be alone, unlike most lycans when he hunts he dose it alone, and without regard for others. He loves a good challenge and would never dream of refusing or surrendering a fight. Those he lets see him marvel at his beauty as a lycan. And he returns the kindness with respect and kindness, hoping for respect rather then fear.


History: He was born into a family that knew from the beginning of his mother pregnancy knew he would be different for at the same time his mother became pregnant his father had been bitten by a wear wolf. When he was born his family a banded him to live on his own but he was soon accepted by a pack of wolfs where he learned to care for each other and fight.

Although he grew up in an area where it was survival of the fittest he has no believes in that what so ever. He just wishes to be left alone by the townsfolk that think he is evil and try to kill him as they do the demons. He on the other hand is not but will kill all but one if they come in groups and kill all but just one and drag that one back to the village as a sign, but during the day he acts as one of the villagers himself.





Moves Discretion:

Cure: Simply what it always was. Cures allies and whomever he wants it to, heals their wounds.

Life: Simply what it’s always been. Brings them back from death, but takes a lot of energy.

Aura: His lycan abilities allow him to instantaneously heal himself, (Only as human and if injured as lycan must have the energy to turn back to human to heal himself, since magic don’t work on him.)

Holy Awe: Used to vanquish demons from existence, he calls upon the heavens to unleash there substacnle rath on the foe.

Silver flare: Used in lycan mode only, he becomes as fire and all things that he touches burn to ash, only used as last resort.

Zeek
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Weapon: Giant Sythe
Sex: Male
Age: 17
Race: ???
eyes: blood red
Height: 5'11
Weight: 115
Spells/abillities: Midnight Crush (blinds opponent and he slashes them with his sythe), Oni King's Rage (jumps into a portal and flies around slashing), Black Firaga (Shoots a black fire ball), Black Hole (Pulls opponent towards him to get critical hit), Power of the Third Eye (third eye opens up on forehead and shoots ball of darkness that sucks everything in and once opponent is in, it explodes), and Dragon Roar (Sythe gets bigger and cuts open a portal to the dragon realm and a shadow dragon comes out)
hair: long, dark purple hair
clothes: long cape, ripped up black shirt, black puffy pants, and brown boots.
weakness: almost nothing but holy attacks.
personality: most of the time is silent but he has rage holding up inside him from his dark past.
History: He was found in a dark cave with his sister, Isabelle. His father was a slave of the dark demon Tsunamu but when he escaped he treated his children miserably. Zeek and Isabelle both where angery at him that they gave up to the darkness. Zeek changed his mind at the lst minute, but he was too late. They were brainwashed and Isabelle was being controlled by Tsunamu. Zeek found his chance to get revenge and he killed his father. It was till he was 17 when he met Zeal, but he new that they were meant to be rivals. He challanged Zeal to a duel to the death, but Zeal refused and destroyed the demon that controlled him, bringing back his sinces.
Appearance: looks almost like a vampire, but with longer and spikeir hair. When ever he throws his cape onto the ground means that he's going to fight to the death. His mustle shirt is ripped everywhere. He has small but strong mustles.
Reason for Fighting: To get the respect he never had when he was a child.
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(Approved by Lioness....if it matters)

Name: Zether
Age: 16
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Hair: Short, light-red and messy.
Eyes: Dark blue
Weight: 120 pounds
Height: 5 feet 5 inches

Weapon: A regular sized sword. It is silver with blue streaks on down the middle. Is an ice attribute weapon.

Armor: None

Strengths: Good in the skills department and is very agile. Has average magic attack and physical defense.

Weakness: Lacks power and magic defensive abilities. He is also VERY vulnerable to fire.

Skills/Magic: Ice Crystal Barrage- Zether swings his sword in extreme concentration, releasing many small and sharp ice crystals that fly towards the enemy.


Appearance: Zether wears brown boots, black pants and a blue tunic. He has short,light-red hair and deep blue eyes. He is lean and fit and overall healthy, but his skin is unusually pale.

Personality: He is always on the serious side and rarely has a sense of humor, though his friends are always his weakness. He is always happy around them and is usually less serious when they are around, though he still tends to be a bit on the stale side.

Biography: Growing up in a cold port town in the far north, Zether is a very cold-natured person. Born and raised there until he was 15, Zether lived a rather happy life. Soon, however he grew weary of his day-today life and wanted to visit other lands. He soon got his wish when he was accused of stealing the the Key to the City.They found the key in his room at his house and sentenced him to exile. He was of course innocent but the town was too ignorant to see the truth. He was framed! He didn't know who had framed him and decided not to care. This gave him a chance to get out of the town. He said goodbye to his family and left as soon as possible. Giving his old town one last look, he walked off into the world, ready to explore its wonders.

(Thanks to Kittie Kara for approving and complimenting this character.)

Name: Shinkan

Age: 24

Race: Human/Elf hybrid

Sex: Male

Hair: Light Blond, it's somewhat messy, yet always seems to stay/snap back to it's original point after any disturbance...

Eyes: Red

Weight: 170 Lbs

Height: 7'5"

Weapon: Dark Katana, allows him to block most types of energy (however, stronger ones like light can break through this.) Allows him to cut at Illusions (IE: He could cut through Ganon from WW)

Armor: Light leather padding under his cloak, his cloak is silk.

Strengths: His main strengths are his spead and wit, also, light energy does not hurt him unless it contacts with his sword (in which case it explodes.) He has a natural resistance to common toxins.

Weakness: Weak armor and not all that good natural stanima, he's hurt easier by dark energy and flame. Recovering alcohaulic.

Skills/Magic: He can heal lesser wounds, his cloak allows him to vanish into the shadows.

Appearance: A relatively tall man, carrying a dark katana, has blond hair and a peircing glaze. He's wearing a silk black over-coat with red lining.

Personality: Shinkan is a loner. That said, he's noteably honorable, he does not like those who do injustice to others. This trait often leads him to take on a "Robin Hood" role. He's a bit of a rougue, he doesn't generally acknowladge authourity or blindly follow policy and acts as he thinks he right for the current situation. Shinkan is also quiet, he rarely speaks and when he does, he has something to say. However, Shinkan has one huge moral weakness: He's a recovering alcoaulic. As such, if he is ever tricked into drinking, he becomes wild, violent and unpredictable.

Biography: Born in northern London, Jacob Stone was the son of rich parents. He was generally arogant and self-centered. However, when he reached 15, he began experimenting with alcohaul. One night, he got so drunk that he passed in the middle of the street. The next morning, his parents, ashamed of his actions, shipped him off to boarding school in France. The owner of the boarding school was Joeseph Clien (who was operating under the Alias, Prf. Marc Trudeau the second.) Left on the street with no money, no job, no help, Jacob became a shadow, a ghost. He stole for money. He was succesful for 3 years before he was caught. He was taken aboard a prison ship headed for Australia when he led a mutiny. He became succesful, not only in the fact that he controlled the ship, but also in the fact that there were no fatalities during this coup. However, Jacob's luck would soon run out as he was sent into stormy water and crased in southern Asia, eventually through about a year of voyaging, he reached a Samuri camp in Northern Japan, it was here that he collapsed in fatigue. He woke up the next morning to find that he had been taken in. He was trained in the ways of the sword, being fairly intelligent he learned in about 2 years.

It was about this time when the Samuri clan he was with caused him to participate in a bloody war, of both armies, he was one of 3 survivors. Disallusioned, he used his new hero status in Japan to access a ship which he used to travel back to London, here he studied more about his origins, finding he was one of the few people in all of Europe to have Elven blood. He used this to find his house which had been destroyed. After searching the house, he could find no trace of his parents. However, he did manage to find a cloak that was worn by his father, putting it on he realized it had the ability to make him disappear into the shadows. He used it to become a succesful theif. A year later, he was in the act of robbing a rich couple, the man awoke, and fought Jacob, after a brief battle, the man was nearly killed, latter, Jacob sorted through his newly-gotten loot to discover that it had his family insignia on it. Franticaly, he rushed back to the house to return the stolen goods and reunite with his family, however, his father, still enraged at Jacob's drunkeness told him that he had no son. Jacob tried to reconnect with his family several times after that however it never worked. Finally Jacob, enraged, changed his name to "Shinkan" or silence. He adventured throughout Europe, swearing to do good in order to reconcile his name.

(thank you Lioness for approving my character)

Name:James Xyron (Black)
Age:27
Race:Arazantian
Sex:Male
Hair:dark brown
Eyes:fire blue
Weight:195
Height:6'1"

Weapon: Guildrin, the Master Sword (broadsword). Guildrin increases James's strength, his reflexes, his ability to focus, it can break through chain mail, it can generate a magical sheild for about 8 seconds, then it recharges in about the same amount of time, and it can be used to destroy creatures and objects of evil with ease.

Armor: standard Arazantian mail, breast plate, backplate, shoulder and hip protectors, sometimes a helmet, sometimes an Arazantian shield, a guantlet with a leather palm on his right hand and a leather glove on his left (when in his armor).

Strengths: sword master, can withstand pain (like a hard punch to the chest), high amount of stamina, has a good immune system, etc.
Weakness: Fears very large demons (9'+) , cannot fight very well against a person/monster with a large axe, has weaknesses of a regular human of today, example: sickness, broken bones, etc.

Skills/Magic: wilderness survival(can make his own shleter,can climb mountains, knows how to navigate) , hunting(can hunt deer,elk,moose,hares,and other animals for food), longbow skill(very accurate, can hit a target with a bullseye from 75 yards away, can make his own arrows,can string his bow, etc.) , leadership skills(strategist), blacksmith skills(can create and repair armor+weapons), knows much lore(history,languages, creatures and their weaknesses, etc.), and healing(knows how to use herbs and medicines, how to mend bones, how to splint, and how to bandage and heal other wounds).

Personality: Calm, wise, feirce, gentle, kind, serious, has somewhat of a sense of humor, and holds freindship very dear.

Appearance: Strong, tall human (white, but with a not too noticable tan) with a not too long, not too short nose. Hair is straight with a splitting point down the middle, one side going right and the other going left(except for the back which goes straight down), eyes are calm, the look of someone who has aged mentally and is wiser than most of his age, wears medeival clothing, and has two parallel scars on his left cheek. Wears leather boots for footwear, and one leather glove on his right hand.

History: Born in the kingdom of Arazantis, James Black grew up as the son of a blacksmith. He was an only child, and he grew in skill very quickly. He was the son of John Black and Derana Black, but he never knew that he was one of great future. In a land far back before James was born, there was a wizard. He was one of goodness, but malice and evil stirred within him. He became overpowered by his hatred and greed, and he began to horribly mutate humans into creatures of evil so he could enslave the world under his rule. His name was Cerankaras. the creatures that came to be were known as orcs. This creation was not enough, however, and he sought a new tool of war. With all his evil might, he conjured up the strength and power to forge a sword of complete evil. The sword, Kildrin, the Master Sword, would allow him a magnification of his power, and none would be able to defeat him.
Jamis Xyronus, the ancestor of James Black, was a blacksmith and a warrior of the kingdom of Arazun, and he was born in a niehboring and freindly kingdom by the name of Dragoro, (the land of the dragons). He spent most of his life living in both countries at different peroids of time. He became a military leader of Arazun and faced Cerankeras's armies of orcs. Jamis and his soldiers made it to the border of Cerankeras's land, but were brutally beaten by Cerankeras's combined power from the neihboring kingdoms. This was not his only strength, for the dark wizard appeared himself, veiled by black and horrible armor. Kildrin was shown, and none could reach him, for his power and ability to react to the soldiers' movements had greatly increased.
the Arazun army was forced to retreat, and they fled back to thier homeland. Jamis gathered the troubled nations: Dragoro, Kintir, Mirski, Arazun, Destar, Koholis, and Guildrine, and united them, bringing them together to become Arazantis. In the old area of Guildrine, the kingdom of wisdom, Jamis, Alanis (a female elf), and Dragakh (male dwarf) became the founders of the Guild of Light. In this guild, things were discussed, and they came to the conclusion that they needed a weapon to match Kildrin, to defeat it, and together, with the forging skills of the three races (dwarf, human, elf), they made Guildrin, the Master Sword. Jamis was chosen to weild it, and with an almighty final battle against Cerankeras, the wizard was destroyed. The sword (Kildrin) was taken by a great winged beast, a drake (evil version of a dragon) and was taken away. Jamis was married to Alanis, the elf of the Guild of Light, and Jamis was made king and began his line.
But, a corrupt government leader many generations down the line took the throne when Drale, King of Arazantis, was killed in by an ambush while on a journey. The only one to take the throne, was a 2-year old Child who the corrupt leader had gotten rid of by use of his servant. A man found his servant, and he protected the child from coming to harm. The heroic man was a blacksmith.
So it was that the child's family name became Blacksmith, and was later shortened to Black.
James became a warrior after his parents were killed by an Demon attack when he was 12 years of age. Somehow he managed to slay the creature, although he was left with two scars on his left cheek. He departed with a few weapons of his fathers and eventually came upon the city of Kintis when he was 14. He trained and lived thier for 25 years, and left.
Arazantis was being slowly invaded by Karastantis, Cerankaras's old domain. The reason for this is that Cerankaras was rebuilding his strength. He began his plans anew, and he created two new creatures, while at the same time unleashing the demons of cursed realm. The two creatures were named Kurans (stronger and taller versions of orcs), and Moruks, a mix between orc and goblin, which was taller and stronger than a Kuran, but not as fast or numerous (a goblin as a orc-like vampire creature). This small invasion, which was not known by the good but un-leader like king, was known to James, and he considered it his duty to slay the creatures and cleanse his homeland of the beasts. So, he ventured forth, and he became a leader, and he led the armies of Araztantis to fight against the one whom it was James's destiny to slay, or all would be lost. This re-forming Cerankaras became known as Durkuroth.
to make a long story short : James is led on an adventure in which he ultimately finds his ancestor's sword, and he finally and forever frees the land of Durkuroth. But, he is later challenged by a place where everything resides, and yet where nothing resides. this place, which will become his ultimate test, is in the Dome!

Here's the new, revamped Sileya.

Name: Sileya (See-LAY-ah)

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Age: 742 (the Elven equivalent of a young adult Human)

Height: 5’8”

Weight: 132 pounds

Hair color: Silver with streaks of light blue

Eye color: Emerald green

Weapons: Sileya wields her favorite weapon, the Dragonfire Blade. This large and deadly broadsword has been passed down in Sileya’s family since the moment of its creation. It was a gift to her ancestors from the ancient Dragon Bladesmiths. Its hilt is entwined with twin silver Dragons, their wings outstretched to from the crosstrees at the top of the hilt. Gleaming emeralds are set where the Dragons’ eyes should be. Their tails encircle the shining ruby set in the broadsword’s pommel. Ancient and sacred Dragonrunes tattoo the silvery blade itself, granting strength and the power of the elements to the wielder of the blade. In a battle with Oni, the god of darkness, the Eight Greater Elemental Dragons granted her the gift of being able to channel the elements without touching the Dragonfire Blade, eliminating her one major weakness, and they themselves became sealed within her great broadsword, allowing her to call upon their spirits in times of need. Also, her clothing conceals many daggers which she can launch at her opponents, and she is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

Abilities: Sileya has the ability to summon the Eight Greater Elemental Dragons that are sealed within the Dragonfire. The Dragons can only be summoned if she has enough strength to do so. The summoning process can very easily be interrupted if her concentration is broken or if she sustains a major wound. Also, the summoning consumes A LOT of Sileya's energy, rendering her all but incapacitated for several hours. The Dragons also have a set amount of time they are allowed to stay in physical form. Once that time is up, they revert back to their spirit forms and become sealed within the Dragonfire once again. Sileya is capable of summoning multiple Dragons at once; however, the greater the number of Dragons, the more time required to perform the summoning and the greater the amount of lifeforce drained from Sileya. She has never attempted to summon all eight at once, but the attempt would most likely kill her. The Dragons each have a unique, powerful attack they can use. However, once they use it, they automatically return to their spirit forms. Also, once a Dragon has been summoned in a fight, it cannot be summoned again for the duration of a full 24 hours.

~The Eight Greater Elemental Dragons~

*Fire Elemental - Pyria (female)
-Major/finishing attack - Blazing Inferno

*Water Elemental - Areina (female)
-Major/finishing attack - Tidal Surge

*Wind Elemental - Zelpher (male)
-Major/Finishing attack - Whirling Maelstrom

*Earth Elemental - Roanok (male)
-Major/finishing attack - Terra Shattering

*Thunder Elemental - Taiken (male)
-Major/finishing attack - Thunder Net

*Ice Elemental - Shilera (female)
-Major/finishing attack - Glacial Spear

*Shadow Elemental - Slezyn (male)
-Major/Finishing attack - Blood of the Condemned

*Light Elemental - Lithiuan (female)
-Major/finishing attack - Final Judgment

Armor: None

Appearance: Sileya’s silver, blue-streaked hair falls to her waist. Her 132 pounds is all muscle and sinew. She has a smooth, ageless countenance and, of course, pointed ears. Her Dragonfire Blade is always in its elaborately-decorated sheath on her back.

Personality: Sileya is more easy-going and carefree than her sister, Alys, since she doesn’t have to deal with the pressures and responsibilities of her father and mother, the rulers of the Elven Realms of Valina, yet. She thinks of battle as a game and has no trouble causing damage to her opponents. She can think on her feet in most any situation, but she sometimes has problems controlling her temper and ego.

Bio: Sileya is the younger of two children born to the king and queen of the Elven Realms of Valina. Her older sister is Alys, who is now no longer living on Earth. Sileya is in training to become the next ruler of the Elven Realms. She enjoys weapons and combat training the most. Currently, she is traveling around, attempting to find worthy opponents with whom to better her knowledge of battle and her skills with the legendary Dragonfire Blade.

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Pirate warrior
Name:Russo Picardo
Age:23
Race:Mostly Human-(his great-great-grandfather was an Orc)
Sex:Male
Hair:black
Eyeslue
Weight:189 lbs.
Height:6' 8"
Weapons: Pirate Scimatarassed down by his Pirate Family, Poisonious Knife: very, very poisonious, Dark Crossbow: Stolen from a Gypsy who stole it
ARMOUR: Black Dragon mail: stolen from a rich merchant, Speed Boots: stolen from a mage studying such things
Strengths: Since his ancestors were orcs he has an agumented abillties in climbing, fighting, and seeing in the dark, good at stealing stuff,Invunerable to poison, very fast
Weakness:Is susceptible to magic of any kind, also weak to ranged weapons
not good at dueling heavy armoured units
Magic & Skills:No magic, very good at piloting a boat of any size, good marksman
Apperance:Gruff looking man with unkept features, a small beard, and a large scar across his face he was born with, wears a bandana on his head, muscular, gold ring on each hand, One ear ring on his left ear, wears a golden necklace around his neck that looks very expensive
Personality: Is wary in public and normally leaves everyone alone unless they look rich enough to mug, grim, can be humorous around friends and family, being ready to fight to the death is something all the pirates in his father's fleet have mastered, favorite food: all seafoods

Background:he was born into the family of the Pirate king and has grown up with them all of his life and likewise has learned most of his skills and fighting abilties from them. All of his epuipment and most of the things he grew up with was acquired doing the family trade. Since he was a "prince" his father decieved a king into betrothing Russo to the King's daughter and extracted large sums of money from the engagement. When the king found out that he was a pirate, he sent his daughter to a far away country to save her from the pirate fleet who would stop at nothing to kidnapp her for the prince. When their efforts failed, Russo set out on his own in search of the princess.
By the time he found her, she was already married and it would have been useless to kidnap her then. Now he is travelling around looking for his fortune.

Name:Triath Brodie

Age:1,500 years old
Race:Hylian sage (outcast)
Gender:male
hair style:long and red the colour of blood with gold highlights
Eye colur:dark green with a tint of blue.
weight:172lb's most of it muscle.
hieght:6ft 11"
accsent:Hylian

Strengths: Fire magic that is seen as a large explosion in the distance,Dark magic which sucks all the light in the world and transforms it to dark energy and releases it.and Earth magic which causes earthquakes and volcanoes. (can use Other magic):water,starts raining heavely and light to cure hinself from damage.
Weaknesses:Light and water magic and..........Cats.

skills:fast,can teleport and incredibly strong and can fuse with the Enemys evil side once he has destroyed them to become more power and have an even more evil apperance.

weapon:magical mace with a long sharp blade on the bottem that can pierce any shield.These were given to the sages of Hyrule by the king.Triath still holds it for one reason.To kill the king with that one weapon.

Armour:mythril vest with gold inlays.magical cape that is resistant to fire and a triforce pentant that protects him against Light.

Biography:Was once a sage, he developed dark magic and decided to try and get the Triforce for himself but is now trying to find Ganondorf so he can improve his skills and help him rule Hyrule.Not being able to find Ganondorf he decides to find someone else to train him.He was Born in the golden land on the 9 of august in todays terms.He got a Triforce pentant when he was born to protect himagainst dark but he counterd it and now is able to use it to protect him from light.He also has a bone to pick with the king of Hyrule for trying to kill him.He also wants to kill all the Other sages and fuse into one so he will be the most powerful being in the world.then he will try and kill ALL the MAIDENS!!!!!!!!!!!!He was able to read at the age of 1 so he out smarts even the smartest people.

Personality:Quite a humerous guy and is pretty layed back also he fights for fun and can be quite a bully. Prefers to work on his own and can't be botherd with kids.He is also very smart,smarter than most people and can be very mean when botherd.he also likes to sit at inns and drink.Dosn't stop doing something untill he sucsseded so he is pretty determined.

apperance:quite a tall person, with emerald green, blood shot eyes, wears clothes like ganondorf but in red and gold and carries a Triforce pendant around his neck, looks very tough and carries his mace on his back in his normal form.pale skin, very muscley and can see veins.white teeth and one is gold, looks about 30.large feet and good looking nose , he himself is atractive to ladies.
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Name: Andreven (Combination of Andrew and Steven. Means: Manly, courageous, and crowned one)

Nicknames: And, Rev, or Reven

Age: Between 23 and 25 (He stopped keeping count of the years)

Race: Human (Light skin, but a little tanned.)

Sex: Male

Hair: Black with a blue shine, about 2-3 inches, unkept or shaggy.

Eyes: Green with a yellow rim around the pupil.

Weight: Aprox. 130 lbs.

Height: 5 feet, 8 inches.

Weapon: He carries a pair of 15-inch forged steel sais with black leather wrapped handles. They are old and so they have some scratches and dirt stains. He uses them for most everyday fights. On occasion he was a sword that he uses. It's an antique classic hoplite sword, 28 1/2 inches long (22 inch long blade), weighing over two pounds. Made of steel with a wooden grip covered with leather. He keeps it in a wooden, leather-covered scabbard with a gold rim at the top and a gold covering at the bottom. He only uses the sword for some battles. It's very old but it still has a near-razor edge.

Armor: He wears a light and flexible chainmail. However, it is not visible for he is always wearing a robe over it. Semi-light brown with dirt stains and a few visible patches. When fighting, he always wears his hood over his head, which is big enough to conceal his entire head in shadow, but small enough so that he may still see out of it.

Strengths: He is very quick fighting with his sais, and is powerful when fighting with his sword, but slower.

Weakness: He is weakest against Air/Wind magics. His armor is also weak so a blow with a very heavy weapon could cause him serious damage. He refuses to fight any cats, or feline related creatures in battle.

Skills/Magic: He has recently been practicing using Earth magicks. He has so far been able to accelerate the growing rate of many plants and has the ability to grow some small plants from beneath the earth without seeds or water. He is new to magic so he has not yet been able to work anything that could help fighting-wise in battle. He has been able to take energy from the land to heal himself, but the process is slow, so he hasn't used it in battle.

Personality: He stays mostly to himself, but if you aid him on his journey or fight by his side, he quickly will trust you. He has been known to always see the good in people, and it has caused him some trouble in battle. He travels alone, but will not mind journeying with someone for a brief period of time. He has traveled alone for quite sometime, and has developed a sort of lonely, depressed way about him. With a friend or ally by his side, though, he becomes confident, humorous and light-hearted.

Appearance: Not much is known about his appearance, except that of his head. The rest of him is covered with his robe which he always wears. His hands are visible during battle, and some have noticed a strange scar along the back of his right hand. He's unshaven, as he goes 5-10 days without shaving. His eyes are very relaxed most of the time and even with all the sleep he gets under the stars, he still has bags under his eyes.



History

Family: Andreven's only family is his brother, Ax. His father left when he heard his wife was pregnant, and his mother died giving birth to Andreven. His brother Ax is a little over 30 and is a necromancer, who has recently been studying the black arts.

Early Childhood: Andreven and Ax's mother had died giving birth to Andreven, and so they were taken under the care of their parents' good friends. They raised them as if they were their own children. Ax quickly took in the role of son and looked up to his new father who practiced magicks regularly. Their family was an honest one, and so Andreven has always known they are not his real parents. He did not respect them and treated them as if they were strangers. They gave him a cat when he was five, that he held dearly to him as if she was his only friend. His cat, named Flu, ran away three years later, and he hasn't seen her since.

Teenage Years: When Andreven was 15 he moved out of his home and joined The Academy of Swordfighting and Self Defence to become a swordsman. He had practices the art of swordplay well, but preferred the sais as to the speed of attack they gave him. He trained there for four years, quitting after he turned 19, to travel the world and fight with worthy opponents.

Present: Andreven has now been wandering the countysides for about five years now. He's fought many people but has had trouble defeating sorcerers and witches. He recently began practicing Earth magicks but hasn't had much sucess. His brother, on the other hand, has been practicing necromancy for over 20 years, and is highly respected among many. Andreven hasn't had much contact with him as they both travel much, but when they do see each other, they are not one bit hostle towards each other. They never got along well when they were younger, but in the past few years they've started a nice friendship with one another.

Name: Hanshin Daimyou (Pronunciation: hahn-sheen Die-moo-yoh)
Age: 26
Race: Human (thinks of himself as Demigod)
Sex: Male
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Neon Green
Height: 6 ft 3
Weight: 200 lbs
Side: Fights not for the works of righteousness, or for the works of evil; he is a loner that belongs to no one.

Weapon: Six foot long Masamune named Gunshin (Pronunciation: goon-sheen), which means War God in his native tongue, Japanese. When he rushes into battle upon his white stallion, he unsheathes the blade from the sheath tied on his back and charges in, but when he reaches the battlefield, he quickly sheathes it and pulls out another, shorter Masamune named Chigatana. This is his primary weapon of choice. Although, when he faces an obscenely tough opponent, he will unsheathe the Gunshin and use it against his foes.

Armor: The Aura that emits from Hanshin (see history) is one of great power, and with that aura surrounding him, normal civilians and such cannot penetrate it.

Strengths: Fighting against large quantities of warriors at once (yes, that IS a strength), using the power given to him by the Demonic Warrior, Naoru (See history if your wondering why he accepted something from an evil guy), attacking full force.

Weakness: Aim, Weak spot on his upper-left back, Light Magic, Fast attacks.

Skills/Magic: (see list below)
1. Radius: In this attack, Hanshin takes the Chigatana and swings it up and down forcefully, then he swings it from side to side in the same fashion, finishing it off with a swift spin attack.

2. Void: In this attack, Hanshin ironically steps back away from his foes quickly, and waits for them to rush. When they do, Hanshin takes the Chigatana and jumps into the air, spinning the sword as he does so. When he reaches the peak of his jump, the Chigatana's speed has increased with Centripetal Force, and begins to create a suck hole. Using his free hand, Hanshin fires a large beam at his foes that are on the ground, sending them into the air as he falls to the ground. Then, if his timing was right, his enimies are sucked into the "fan" of the Chigatana and struck viscously by the sword's sharp edge.

3. Hellfire Chorus: In this attack, Hanshin rushes in on his opponent and lashes out with multiple strikes, then he instantly freezes. As in any case, his opponent takes this opportunity to strike him, normally hitting him over if not sending him a few feet away. This is all part of Hanshin's plan, in which he looks at his foe deviously as a sea of fire encircles them. Then, he springs up from his spot and jumps into the air above the flame circle that he created around his opponent and throws down..... Papayas! ( ) In their shocked state, Hanshin's opponent doesn't understand why he threw down papayas of all things, but, when Hanshin lands, he snaps his finger instantly, causing the flames to move in. To make matters worse for his opponent, when the flames touch said papayas, they erupt in a fiery explosion, causing double the pain!

4. Spirit of Gunshin: (Strongest attack to date) In this attack, Hanshin raises his Chigatana and thrusts it down upon his opponent. Then, he sheathes the sword and the aura (see history) surrounding him glows intense. At this moment, he reaches behind him and unsheathes his six foot long Masamune, the Gunshin. Then, simply put, he glows in many dark shades of assorted colors and attacks his foe wildly with his ultimate weapon; each strike more powerful than the last.

Personality: Hanshin is a man of many facets, and desires two major things: To discover more about himself, and to conquer his enemies, the Kyô Army. He usually keeps a neutral face while in battle, but despite that, he is very comedic off the battlefield.

Appearance: There wasn't much I could describe him by, seeing as he's a difficult character to do so with. The closest thing I could link him to would be Keiji Maeda of Samurai Warriors. (Just substitute Keiji's spear for Hanshin's Gunshin.)

History: Hanshin was born into the family of Miyato Daimyou, leader of the Daimyou clan. This clan had already conquered much of his world (which ironically isn’t Earth, seeing as they like to speak Japanese) so naturally, this caused Hanshin to be raised to fight. At the young age of thirteen, the boy was given a sword, and a mission to follow it. This mission would prove to be the turning point of his life: He was to attack Miiazu Castle and storm up the stronghold to confront Tokumaru Kyô, the son of Khayoro Kyô, who was at the time General of the Kyô Army.

The siege went perfectly, and Hanshin ascended Miiazu’s castle with great morale. But, when he reached the top and confronted Tokumaru, who was at the same age as Hanshin himself, they engaged in conversation as opposed to battle.

“Lord Hanshin.” Said the thirteen year old Tokumaru calmly. “I know why you have come here. You seek my head, is that not the reason?” Hanshin nodded. “Alright.” continued Tokumaru. “I must tell you something before we fight. Feuds are not the answer. Our clans have been fighting for years, but we are the generation to change that! Join me and unite our clans into one singular force!”

Hanshin grunted incredulously. “Words like your are pathetic. You think you seek the optimist path, yet, can you really call it optimistic? If our clans joined, more feuds would start. Friendly fire would break out. I won’t have my people killed by you and your pathetic clan.” At that moment, he unsheathed his sword. “Your head is mine!”

* * *

At the end of that day, Hanshin had wounded Tokumaru badly, and fled from the castle as to avoid retribution.

Within the next few years, Hanshin had his sword remade by the famous Blacksmith, Rio Cerberus. It was then that Hanshin acquired the Gunshin. But this was not the fearsome Masamune that everyone would come to fear in the near future.

After Hanshin had celebrated his nineteenth birthday, his father, Miyato, fell ill and died. This put Hanshin in control of the entire Daimyou Army. In his memories of Tokumaru, he realized that the wound he had inflicted upon the Kyô Lord would not have killed him, and so, he plotted an attack on Miiazu Castle once more, to finish the job.

On the eve of the attack, Hanshin was confronted by a cloaked man bearing a glowing sword. This man would turn out to be the second turning point in Hanshin’s life…

“My boy,” the cloaked man said. “You seek to destroy Kyô, do you not?”

Hanshin looked at the man in suspicion. “Remove your cloak, and I might answer…”

With a chuckle, the man removed the hood of his cloak, revealing crimson red irises within his eyes. “I am Naoru Aurashino, Demonic Warrior. Lord Tokumaru posses a piece of something I need. Will you assist me, young one?”

Hanshin looked into the cold, red eyes of Naoru; he knew this man was evil. “Wh, what will I get from this venture?” He said, stuttering under a subliminal fear of this strange Demon Warrior.

Naoru held his sword up to his face. “Not only will you conquer the land, your power will also be increased, making your resolve…… absolute. But, Tokumaru is not one to take lightly, as he has gained power over these years. Only with my strength combined with your will you be able to defeat him.”

Hanshin’s mind raced. Before he could use his good sense to say no, the primal fighter within him, seeking absolute power, spoke for the warrior. “Y, yes. I will do as you say.” Hanshin said, cursing beneath his breath at the decision he had made.

Without words, Naoru summoned the power of his sword and fired it at Hanshin, causing the late-teenaged samurai to fall to the ground. “Now…” said Naoru. “You have been enchanted with the powers of the Iyxirus, blade of Hellfire. Your powers have been enhanced tenfold.” He then paused. “But be cautious. If Tokumaru’s Sword is to pierce your skin, the shock could kill you, for the powers of his blade and mine are polar opposites. Now go. Bring me Tokumaru’s head, and his sword.” And with that. Naoru disappeared unto the darkness.

* * *

Hanshin lay on the ground, motionless. Everything made sense to him now. With this power, he could conquer any foe, not just Tokumaru. These Demonic Energies within him were trying to convert him into being an evil soul, but he fought them off, while still keeping the power……… and his sanity. But, much to his dismay, a dark aura constantly surrounded him. But, much not to his dismay, his Gunshin had increased in size, and was now six feet long.

“Th, these powers…” said Hanshin slowly as he rose to his feet and walked into his tent. “I could never slay the honorable Tokumaru like this…” He fell upon his bed, and in his last breath of consciousness, muttered, “There… there must be………… another way…”

* * *

For the rest of his life, Hanshin would be cursed with the demonic powers that Naoru had given him. But he swore on the Gods’ name that until he could find a different power, he would not kill Tokumaru. And to this day, he searches the land, waiting for headway towards a righteous path…

The great Lioness approved him!

Name: Grayham Hall
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Short and spiky (military style)
Eyes: Green
Weight: 93 kg
Height: 196 cm

Weapons: A big wrench, and an assault rifle.
Armour:

Strengths: He is very strong and can take a lot of damage before getting weaker.
Weakness: He is not very fast and is to fast in his decisions witch can make a lot of trouble for him.

Skills: He is an excellent engineer and he is also a retired solider.

Personality: He is a soldier and that is easy noticeable. He is very clear and direct and his short fuse isn’t very smart to set on fire. He is a fight for what you believe in person and will attack any unknown foe in his situation. He is confused and any info he can get his hands on will be greeted with great gratitude.

Appearance: He is very big and full of muscles. He is covered in oil and dirt. He wears a muscle shirt witch is black and dirty. His pants are of a not burnable fabric that also is black, but a bit big and with many pockets. His belt is brown and made of leather with a flame in carbon as a buckle. He is moderate hairy, and he has a newly shaved beard. His hair is cut army style and his face is brutal and scary. On his head he wears an old pilot’s hat from the Second World War that belonged to his grandfather. And a pair of flight goggles too. His belt carries the enormous wrench witch he uses in his workshop, and on his back in a sort of strapping he carries his old assault rifle from his recently finished military career.

History: Graham just walked in the door at home coming home from his workshop after a good days work. His military career ending was the best that had happened in several years. His life hadn’t been the same since his father died of cancer. He loved his father very much and had because of his death quitted the army, to take care of his mother. He threw his keys at the low wooden table in front of the ugly pink and white flowered couch. He looked at the kitchen door and tried to smell what was cooking in there.

“What you making mah?” He yelled.

No answer came. He got a worried look on his face and started slowly to approach the kitchen.

“Mah!” He called again.

He was at the door and gave the door a light push. Graham took a quick look around the living room. Everything was as it was supposed to be. The two blue chairs below the window covered in the worst colour of green you ever seen on curtains. The little shameful flower in the window, the bookshelf with only two or tree books in it. The couch, the tv, the carpet, everything seemed normal.

He turned his head quickly and put his head inside the room. The food was cooking as normal, but no one was there. He went inside and checked what was on the stove. He just got a grab at the lid when the whole building started shaking. He fell on his back and heard the pictures in the living room fall to the ground and smashed. Graham was trained in earthquake situations and quickly rolled under the kitchen table. The whole town should be falling apart, but no big crash sounds sounded except the sounds of flower pots and pictures in the apartment breaking. Despite the danger of having all the kitchen items in his head he got up and to check what was going on outside, but he never got that far! The floor gave in and he fell down, but not down to the next floor, but into a vortex of green mass that made him dizzy. He tried to get a hold of what was left of the floor, but it gave in too. He could see his whole apartment gathering in the vortex with him. He was floating around in quick circles and when his gun came floating he grabbed it and he hung it over his left shoulder, he started to look around for more stuff he could use, but he only got his grandfathers pilot cap and goggles before be passed out.

so is this were i should but a charecter?.......im a noobie.... so
i dont know alot of things.