Character List

And...*drumroll*...here's my other character!!!

Name: Sileya (See-LAY-ah)
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 Six Greater Elemental Dragons granted her the gift of being able to channel the elements without touching the Dragonfire Blade, eliminating her one major weakness. Also, her clothing conceals many daggers which she can launch at her opponents, and she is very skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
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.

Character rank
Character: Sileya
Player: LadyElvenarcher
Overall: IV
Strength: III
Speed: IV
Magic: V
Skill: IV

Name: Abel
Race: Greater Angel
Hair Color: Blond/White
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 165 pounds
Wing: Deep White

Weapons

Right Hand: Hrunting- a katana made from the lance of the Greater Demon Shahare's lance and the Ascalon. Secretes a killing poison deep within it's thin blade.

Left Hand: Judgement- A gauntlet of the angels. It is the duty of the Seraphim to collect the souls of the dead with this gauntlet and weigh the soul, deciding on which realm to send it to. This armlet stores the ancient power to harness the soul energy around it.

Armor

Chest Plate: Erebus Armor - An armor collected from the foot the universe - distributed evenly throughout the Seraphim.

Head: Halo - The embodiment of an angels purity. Is used to embrace the head area and protect it.

Torso: Xylion Mail- Taken from the Grim Reaper's body at the end of Ragnarok. Makes the wearer appear slightly in the shadows

Feet: Sacred Wear- Standard boot of the Seraphim army. FAster than man-made shoes, but demons have managed to create footwear of unimaginable speed.

Skills

Nirvana - Perhaps the most deadly attack known to the Seraphim. Is used by gathering soul energy into the Judgement and releasing it into the hearts of a human. Corrupts a man's soul from within, killing his mind and functions.

Exorcism- A simple skill used by Cherubim to purge a being of demons or curses. When used upon an angel or a demi-god, the holy energy seals their wounds or fatigue.

The Contract - A mystical attack that generates from a special pendant worn around the neck. The being attempts to contract with an embodiment of an element and summon it to earth in the form of an attack. Originated from ancient Latin cultures.

Bio

Long ago, a war waged between the two realms when a demon destroyed the Chalice of Life and used its shards as a weapon against the angels. At this point, the Divine decided to form the angels into two groups, the Cherubim - scientists and thinkers, and the Seraphim -warriors and fighters.

And the Seraphim marched forth to stop the incoming apocolypse, their blades handy, but the underworld held blades and arrows of unimaginable stregnth created from the Chalice. Angel were slaughtered, millions of them, and the whole world burst into flames.

Soon the demons were infiltrating the pearly gates, and even the Deity was in danger. There was but one way of obliterating Lucifer's minions from the realm - the Masamune. It was the sacred blade known only to the archangels; it had the power to destroy Eden, garden of life - it was a safety net, in case of the apocalypse. It was a weapon of all the heaven's fury, a blade of the aeons. But it could only be released from it's pedestal at a high price - the souls of the angels. And sadly, the Deity sacrificed his loyalties and placed them upon the altar, releasing the Masamune. He then created one man, Adam, to wield the blade.

And the man stepped forward, and the earth quaked from within the great sword. With a sweep of his arm, the entire universe could wail and combust, and all life would mercifully blank from exsistance. And the demons were wiped away, the mighty blade everywhere at once, thrusting, cutting, slashing. Demons howled, and the plane of exsistance screamed in pain and - they were gone.

Lucifer had lost, his demons gone and the earth still was able to be recreated. Humanity prospered. And there were no more other forms of demi-life to interfere with the business of sinful men. But...

There was one angel who had hidden his face from the Divine. He was a coward then, for he was afraid to die. He was Abel, and he had taken the form of man. This was a grave mistake, for, because of the missing angel soul, there was a demon that was not killed. The demon was called Chastsis.

Chastis was attempting now, to build an army great enough to stop the endgame and bring about the apocalypse once again. The army was vast, 20 demons for every human on Earth. And the only being who for saw the Onslaught was Abel. He could not stand alone against Hell. He needed the Masamune. It was his mythology upon where Adam had placed it- the Safer, the door between realms, a chamber where holy artifacts were kept. The only key to the Safer was the legendary blade- The Excaliber.

However, the Excaliber had been destroyed by the hands of Lucifer himself, during his legendary battle with Gabriel. The only way to weild the Masamune was to recreate the Excaliber, and so, he decided that he must take holy blades from around the world and forge them into one...

He set off to find the blades, to finally destroy Lucifer, and bring peace to the heavens. And now, he fights warriors to gather their souls and weapons to reforge the essence of Excaliber and prevent the second coming of Ragnarok.

~Mute

Yeah, I got accepted! Here's my bio, for anyone looking for it:

Name: Drakan
Age: 15
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Red
Weight: 150 lbs.
Height: 5’ 10”

Weapons: One Greatsword known as the Dragon’s Wrath. The hilt is gold with a red jewel in the center. The blade is black and can become ignited if the wielder wills it so. The blade has been magically enchanted and is indestructible. His prefered weapons, though, are twin longswords. Both are made from solid steel and both have silver hilts.

Armor: He wears a suit of silver Elven Chain armor underneath his clothes. It is made from Mithril and is very lightweight, though not indestructible.

Magic: Drakan’s only source of magic eminates from a pendant he wears on a chain around his neck, known as the Dragon Force Pendant. It is a red, diamond-shaped pendant, with four small jewels around it (One blue, one yellow, one green, and one black). The pendant allows him to use many dragonic powers, such as fire powers, ice and electric blasts, and even grow red wings! Drakan only uses this pendant in dire emergencies, though.

Personality: Drakan is kind and outgoing towards his friends, but cruel and merciless towards those who threaten him. He can be your best friend or your worst nightmare, depending on whose side you’re one.

Appearance: Drakan is a fifteen year old boy with brown, spiky hair and blood red eyes. He wears a red and gold shirt and black pants, along with a black cape. Underneath his clothes, he wears a suit of Elven Chain armor to protect himself. Around his neck, he wears the Dragon Force Pendent (See above). He also wears brown boots.

Bio: Long ago, a great evil threatened the land. It’s power spread through the countryside, and no one who faced it came back alive. Then, when all hope seemed lost, a group of powerful dragons filled the skies and fought back the rising evil. Leading this attack was Alphazar, a wise and courageous red dragon who fought for righteousness. Alphazar and the dragons eventually defeated this powerful evil and made the land safe again.

Millenia later, a new evil has begun to appear. Sensing danger, Alphazar was reincarnated as a young boy named Drakan. Using his skill, and the power of the ancient dragons, it is this boy’s task to save his world and defeat the rising evil.

And, here's my newest character, Kaos.

Name: Kaos
Age: Unknown
Race: Celestial
Sex: N/A (As a celestial, Kaos has no sex)
Fur: Dark Blue
Eyes: Black eyes with one red pupil and one blue pupil
Weight: 119 lbs.
Height: 4’7”

Weapons and Armor: Kaos’ only means of attack or defense is a collection of ten ancient and powerful masks, which Kaos holds. The names of these masks are:

The Mask of the Golem
The Mask of Truth
The Mirror Mask
The Giant’s Mask
The Mask of Illusion
The Mask of Ifrit
The Mask of Torrent
The Mask of Gale
The Mask of Gaia
The Mask of Dega

No one except Kaos knows exactly what powers these masks hold, mainly because no one who has seen Kaos use them has lived to tell about it.

Appearance: As a shape-shifter, Kaos has no permanent form. He usually travels around in the form of a male Anthropomorphic Cat. In this form, he has dark blue fur with a red stripe going down his back and the back of his arms. He also has strange red markings over his face, reminiscent of war paint. He wears black pants and a black shirt, over which he wears a tattered dark green coat.

Personality: Kaos’ personality is just like his name says: Chaos. Kaos rarely speaks unless it is necessary, and when he does, he usually speaks in riddle or in some ancient language. In battle, Kaos usually conversation merely as a means to confuse and anger his opponent. Out of battle, Kaos is usually silent, save the occasional string of incoherent words he randomly speaks ever once in a while.

Bio: Celestials. Beings of energy, born out of the chaos of life itself. Celestials have the power to transverse the Time-Space Continuum and can change their very form at will.

Throughout history, Celestials have effected the lives of mortals, who don’t even know of their existence. They have posed as extraterrestrial life, visions of the future, muses, and even messengers of the gods. Their interference can create generations of peace, or wars that last hundreds of years.

The alignment of Celestials varies greatly. Some Celestials wish to keep balance throughout the universe. Others cause destruction and mayhem, purely to see the chaos that ensues.

Among all the Celestials, though, few are more infamous than the one known as Kaos.

Kaos’ origins are a mystery. Not even the Celestials themselves know of Kaos’ creation. He’s merely a drifter of worlds, with no clear motive for his actions.

What is known of Kaos is short. Long ago, Kaos stole a set of powerful masks from ten skilled craftsmen from different worlds. It is set that he himself inspired the craftsmen to create these masks, which he then stole for himself.

Ever since then, Kaos has traveled from world to world, searching for his next opponents to challenge.


Thanks for accepting me, Kishin! You rock!
And, with that, I'm off!

Name: Ansem

Age: Unknown

Weapon of Choice: Spellsword

Race: Dunmer

Sex: Male

Hair: Flaming red with black stripes. He combs it flat, rather than leave it spiky. Kinda long but not that long.

Eyes: White, no iris

Wieght: 165 lb.s

Hieght: 6 ft. 5in.

Weapon: Reaper...A long blade that extends 5 feet. It is utilized for both physical and spiritual combat. Also can cast magic with it......spellsword

reapers history:Forged in secret by the great lords of the dunmer, this sword is very powerful.Made for combat against the incarnate it has mighty spiritual strength.It was worn by falamar the III.Against the incarnate it stood a chance.

It was brought into battle and wielded by falamar who brought the end to the incarnate as the dunmer know.

Nobody knows ansem weilds the ancient blade.

spells:

wind :A mighty gust of wind can blow any char 100 feet back.

Fire lack and white embers shoot out from the tip of reaper.

lightning:Lightning crashes down from the sky and singes other chars.

Darkness:A great orb of darkness comes out from the tip of ansems blade and engulfs his opponent.

Water:A burst of water comes out of the tip of his sword.

Soul:.....this is a secret attack for when a persons soul is....secret man.............

Armor: An ancient evil armor. Tainted with black magic it is very hard to penetrate. Not visible to the naked eye the armor decieves many. When struck it becomes visible for a short period. It is shiny black.

Personality: Ruthless,cunning spontaneous. Always playing by his wits.

Apperance: Somewhat bony, He lacks a living feel to himself. When traveling he wears a brown robe with a hood. The robe covers his body.

Bio: He was born and raised like a normal person.He studies the art of spellsword. He was betrayed by his friends. He has been enraged ever since. So now he battles.

Hello! They finally decided to let me in! You know what that means!

Zombie Helmaroc King: Bwak!

That's right Zombie Helmaroc King! We're all doomed! DOOMED! Well, roll the bios! (They approved two more of my characters)

Character I

Name: Maverick
Age: 2,000,000 (That's around 16 in demon years)
Race: Rito
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Weight: 130
Height: 5'6" Feet

Weapon: Magical Staff, Guitar Gun (An ancient, mystic, fish-bone guitar which doubles as a rifle)
Armor: A Red Cape (Cape posseses the ability to become any type of protective armor)
Magic: Necronomicon. The ability to summon and control zombie/skeleton/stalfos minions.

Personality: Crazy, completely insane. Constantly refering to domination of the world.

Appearance: A Jet Black Rito, who looks about the age of Link, wearing red cloths and a monogrammed red cape. He wears black sandals. Has an upside down Cresent Moon on his forehead.

Bio: An ancient deamon from the seventh layer of hell sent up to the world in Rito form to destroy those who piss him off. And beat up Celda haters.

Character II

Name: Madera
Age: 14
Race: Deku
Sex: Male
Hair: Green
Eyes: Yellow
Weight: Depends on form.
Height: Depends on form.

Weapon: Can also create weapons from plants. Kokiri Sword, the Deku Shield, and two Slingshots with Ember Seeds, Gale Seeds, and other types of seeds.

Armor: Kokiri Mail, an enchanted, expandale armor designed by the children of the forest.

Magic: Madera is a shapeshifter, with the ability to turn into anyone or anything. He also has an incredible ability to control nature.

Personality: He is a headstrong and boastfull fighter. He always believes he is the strongest and cannot be beaten. This often leads to him neglecting his duties.

Appearance: Madera ussually looks like a normal Deku Scrub but because of his shapeshifting powers he rarely uses this form. For most battles he takes the form of a tall brave Silvan, or woodman. He ussually wears the green tunic of the Kokiri.

Bio: The Great Deku, knowing his time on this Earth was almost done, he needed someone to protect the Kokiri in his absense. So he created an heir to protect the Kokiri. A noble Deku with the spirit of a warrior.He named this great warrior Madera. He lived his life with the Kokiri, adopting their way of life. His sole purpose in life is to defend the forest and it’s children from evil.

Character III

Name: Yuriko
Age: 16
Race: Han-you (Half-Demon)
Sex: Female
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Weight: I could tell you but she’d kill us.
Height: 5’4” Feet

Weapon: Fire Gauntlets, Ice Daggers, Wind Rod (Demon Triggers). She also carries a crossbow with fire, ice, and light arrows.

Armor: None.

Magic: Farore’s Wind. Has tremendous manipulation over the technique.

Personality: During battle she can be focused. However, most of the time she’s lighthearted in an evil demonic way.

Appearance: The appearance of a normal teenage Hylian girl, with the exception of a set of cat ears and a cat like tail. She has short brown hair and wears a long blue and white kimono. When using her demon triggers, she takes a more demonic forms, each differing depending on the trigger.

Bio: Yuriko, was raised as a normal Half Demon (Which to say, isn’t very normal considering there are only like a few Half Demons in Hyrule) until see had a vision given by the Goddess Farore, telling her of a great evil which had descended upon the land from Dragon Roost, a great demon which took Rito form, the demon called himself, Maverick. Farore granted Yuriko sacred demon triggers with which to combat Maverick, and thus was born the demon slayer Yuriko, whose solem mission is to destroy and piss off Maverick.

Well, those are my bio's! I look forward to wailing on all of you!

Everyone: AHHH!

Figurativly.

Everyone: (Sighs)

Name: Kiray

Age: Not known

Race: Pariconises (Pair i con i sis)

Hair: N/A

Weight: 200lb

Height: 6' 5"

Eyes: big round and green

Weapons: He can shoot powerful energy succking leeches from holes in his arms, he also has a_steel staff, he can bite his opponent, spit a web of acid, create dog sized ticks to battle, and has a powerful kick

Armor: a strong exoskeleton.

Appearance: big red beetle like exo skull, the rest is red hard shell, 2 pairs of arms. only 1 pair of legs.

Buddies (if allowed): dog sized ticks

Personality: eats what ever is 3 feet smaller then him that is not a parasite, he is very primitive and barbaric, he kills first talks later.

Bio: born as a warrior of a powerful and ancient race he was chosen as the leader of the colony. like real parasites they lived in colonies and ate by killing and living in other beings. they became extinct but Kiray fell into an amber filled pond and became preserved to this time and was released by scientists who he later killed. he now battles anything that comes to him.

Name: Kedisar Makoi (Mah-KO-ee)
Age: 19
Race: Naiad
Sex: Male
Hair: None
Eyes: Black
Wieght: 51 kg
Hieght: 1.8 meters

Weapon: Black Tanto, Channel (Summoned Anti-Magic Falchion)
Armor: Zelch Leather. Reddish-black thin leather. It's light, but only offers medium protection.

Personality: Inane and uncaring. Kedisar is nearly corrupted to the core and has intense hatred for the living. He channels his black hatred through necromancy, which he has become proficient in.
Apperance:
Bio: It will be revealed in a fanfic I am writing! Don't want to spoil it. (Yes, he has a bio. Not trying to get out of writing it.)

Player: Kedisar
Character: Kedisar Makoi
OverAll Rank: III
Strength: II
Speed: III
Magic: IV
Skill: III

Name:Alex
Age:21
Race: Human
Sex:Male
Hair: Brown in color with a bowl hairstyle and red tipped highlights
Eyes: Fiery Red
Wieght: 187 lbs
Hieght: 6' 2"

Weapon: Twin Tempered Titanium Katanas, and a small hidden silver dagger.

Armor: Light tin plate with a powerful anti-water magic enchantment under his normal clothes. Alex always wears this, having an extreme dislike of water. Easily damaged, this armor does not protect well from physical blows, but it is easily repairable and Alex wears it solely for protection from water.

Personality: Alex has always been known as a loner. He is cold and calculating on the outside, but has a warm heart on the inside. Always helps his allies in battle, and it takes alot to push his temper over the edge. But when it happens, a rage from him can be devastating. Alex's temper is only cut short by two things: dishonourable behavior and those who inflict pain for amusement.

Apperance: Being tall and skinny, Alex has often been called beanpole by all who know him. His combination of red eyes, red highlighted hair, and deep red cloak give the impression that his body is a lightly wavering flame.

Bio: Alex's parents were killed a week after he was born, so Alex never knew parental love or care. He was raised by a middle class trader and his wife. They did not live a life of luxury, but they were not in poverty either. When he was around 13 his newfound parents were also killed when a band of orcs raided their town. Alex took up the family's heirlooms; two titanium Katanas that had been passed down for generations. He took them to the fighting school in the town's center and enrolled in swordsmanship school. His instructors were marvelled by the amount of emotional control he showed, despite losing both of his parents. He graduated the school with the highest reccommendation of the masters.

Alex then wandered for almost three years, not seen by anyone. Some say he was hunting the orc band that killed his parents, and some say that he was searchign for the meaning of life, but all that's known is that he showed up after three years at a magic academy. He requested to be trained in the ways of the fire magicks. He spent four years in the academy, and his fire skills became powerful. In the final rite of hi training, the masters of the acadamy infused in Alex the spirit of fire, the essence of fire, which made Alex's body become with any fire it touched, and hence any and all fire, magma, fire magic, etc, could not hurt him.

Alex went into wandering for another three years. Once again he was not seen by human eyes for the tim he was gone. He returned to that same magic academy after his three years wandering, and requested to be taught in the ways of healing magic. He stayed at the academy for two years, but was expelled in his third year for abusing his magic. He had been attacked by a thief in an alley in the nearby city, and used a fire explosion spell that destroyed half the city. When the academy heard of this, they had him expelled immediately.

Alex now is wandering again. Having his healing magic training incomplete, he was been working to his full ability to hone his skill. He has been seen wandering and meditating on volcanoes. No one knows why he wanders as he does, but he is known not be good company unless you are a friend of his.

OverAll Rank: III
Strength: II
(Hardly any stamina or physical strength)
Speed: III
(Being skinny and light, his speed is exceptional)
Magic:IV
(Having trained for six years in two types of magic, he relies alot on his magic)
Skill:III
(His fighting skill is average, having graduated from a school of swordsmanship when he was younger.)

*Note: I coudn't retrieve the original numbers for height or weight, but I kept the general Ideas for them. I also expanded majorly on his bio. This may be a modification from the original approved character, but there is no difference from how I fought before and how I will fight now.*

Edit 1: Yah! 400th post!
Edit 2: Where can I find your fanfic Kedisar? It sounds intrigueing and I'd like to read it.

this is my first charature ever

Name: Zaptar
age: he has been around since the creation of the earth
race: demon
sex: Male
hair: Brown
eyes: Red
wieght: 27 oz.
height: 1ft

explantion: from what is above you would not ever see Zaptar. He is an earth demon. a being of light. But he can control the earth to make a body out of the stones and clay. that is how he would look, human if you ever saw him.

weapon: in his body of earth he can make any weapon from the earth(ax, sword, bow and arrow, dagger, anything.) but he tends to use swords made of an unbreakable alloy he makes him self called harthium.

armor: the body he makes for himself is mostly hollow but is outlined with clay which make him look human. but under that is a plating of pure harthium. its thin but can handle most blows. the alloy also blocks Zaptar from useing his full demon power threw his body.

Personality: He is selfish. he loves no one but himself. he only real passion is for the earth. any one who harms the soil or the creatures of the earth with feel the wrath of his full demon form. He is coxy. no one has every stood agianst him and won.

appearance; in his human body he is tall and slim. his hair is long and brown. he wears a long black robe. in his demon form he is small. no hair no cloths no grender. he looks likes the spirtit of a tree. his face looks like a deer kind of and he is surounded by pure energy you can not get close to him or you mite go blind.

powers: he can control the earth around him. he can move it, shape it, make only one type of matter rise from the depths under the soil. he can turn any part of his body into any type of earth matter stone metal crystal anything.

bio: when the earth was created by the godesses every elemt was given a spirit and a demon. Zaptar is the demon of earth. he has always hated human for they are the great destroyers. he sees them as a virus eat and growing never seecing in their destuction of the earth. he also hate drawfs. the mine into the earth seaching for its treasures that where ment only for the earth. the only race he can stand is elves. they respect the earth and love it. his only real weekness is water. it slows him down.

my new character.....
Name: Drakorl (dray-korl)
Age: 16-17
Race: fallen angel (has wings but cannot fly)
Hair: blonde with red stripes
Weight: 95 kg
Eyes: bright blue

Weapons: magic staff is as light as wood but as solid as steel. Can be used to cast spells
Spell list
Lispexus: a stun spell not very powerful lasts until enemy is hit with any kind of attack.
Derivion: a powerful spell that uses the surroundings to disarm a foe.
also has a spell book to learn spells from.
Armor: none (offence is the best defense) just a white cloak and strong wings.
Personality: kind and helpful unless provoked has a bad temper and wont stop until someone gets hurt whether it be himself or someone else.
Bio:it was a bright day in the heavens but little did drakorl it would be his last. he woke as usual and put on a special white battling robe, today he was going to learn a new spell. he arrived at class in a large stone building with four pillars at the entrance. As he entered drakarl noticed that class had started and all his friends had been paired up together and he was stuck with Tyraphon his least favorite class mate. " today you will learn a disarming spell called Derivion, all of you i need you to lift your staffs and yell derivion at the same time" the class did as he said and at that moment walls started to move. Suddenly a brick flew straight at drakorl and knocked the staff right out of his hand. He spun around and glared at Tyraphon, he picked up his staff and stood still for a few seconds. The whole class wah staring at him awaiting a reaction, "LISPEXUS!" he yelled and a red beam of light flew out and hit Tyraphon in the middle of the chest, thud! he fell to the ground shaking. "OUT!" yelled the teacher "you are banished from here, get your things and we will have transport waiting. Drakorl was not one to argue, slowly he trotted to his room passing a staff room on the way. stealthily he darted in and took a spell book "this could be handy"....... A couple of hours later he was being helped up onto a unicorn named pharaphax and was on his way to earth. but he landed in the oddest of places on the foot of death mountain crator...."giddy up" he said and the unicorn trotted up to a strange cave. Drakorl hopped of and walked in and a great fairy said "i have been waiting for your arrival" and so begins the story of Drakorl..........

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Name: Kasamatsu Ryushi
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Brown, scruffy
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 71
Height: 5'9"

Weapon: A shield attached to a chain that he can weild with precise accuracy, it can loop around corners and spins so fast it cuts skin, although it's referred to as Diskarmor, he calls it Tetsuzan. Deadly spikes can extend from it's center, killing foes, they can also be peirced by the diskarmor then swung around mid air. The diskarmor can also disrupt the ground and be used to transport Ryushi.

He also has a sword which is connected to his soul, when he kills it sucks the souls into it's blade, recovering his stamina. He calls the sword Yeijiro.

Armor: Commonplace gladiatorial breastplate and clothing, provides sufficient defense.

Personality: Stern and keeps to himself most times, however when he's with those he loves he's quite the partyman.
Apperance: Take a peek

Bio:

They used to tell myths of what lay beyond the border of Shimonoseki in the local pub, drunken men and women speaking of great treasures and riches, lands of pure beauty and lush rainforests. Shimonoseki was as good as a desert, small communities set themselves up everywhere around the capital, but the land was stricken with poverty and death, the government smelling rotten with corruption, the words of fascism fresh on their lips like the beer they consumed while they fought in debates.

To get away from Shimonoseki territory was like a fairy tale with a happy ending, or so they said. My mother used to tell me it was foolish to dream of better days, but dreaming fabricated hope within my hopeless soul, hope which made me strong and filled me with the lust for adventure and the courage necessary to liberate the people of Shimonoseki. I soon came of age, and I celebrated my 16th birthday at the local pub, there I heard many more tales of freedom and liberty. It was then I decided to leave Shimonoseki. I left with the night and was gone without a trace by the morning, I took with me a mere rusted short sword, enough to defend myself against the wildlife.

My journey across the deserts was long and gruelling, I suffered from heat exhaustion and dehydration, but it was the hope that kept me going through the sandstorms and across the blistering plains of sand. I passed through many small squats, there I got the water I needed to treat my blistering throat and the food I needed to keep me from fading out.

In one of the squats I met a merchant, and old and decrepit old man with very little teeth and even less muscles. He offered me a sacred item, in exchange for my sword. He called it the Diskarmor, a shield that was attached to a lengthy chain, if wielded properly it could be controlled as it spun through the air, twisting around mazes and corners. I accepted the deal, as my sword was rusting from the sand and water. I left the squat with the diskarmor, and for the rest of my journey I trained, and soon named the weapon... Tetsuzan.

When at last, after what seemed like years of travelling, I reached the edge of the Shimonoseki border, I was attacked during my sleep by men in dark cloaks. Though I was to find out they were not men at all, they took me to their land, and what I discovered was not a land of beauty, hope and freedom - but a land of darkness, cruelty and torture. Where those who had journeyed from Shimonoseki were captured and sold as slaves, forced to fight in the arena against mystical creatures.

I awoke with a sharp headache and an even worse wit, my sense had been dulled and now, I had to fight for my freedom, which I knew I would not attain.

The creatures collected me from my cell, ripping off my shirt and chaining me up in a dark room, a crystal below my groin and a sword sheathed before me. They unsheathed the sword, scraping it's blade upon my bare chest, my blood running down the mystical blade as it shined gracefully. I clenched my teeth, my journey had made me stronger, but this was pain I could not ignore.

They placed the sword atop the crystal and began to chant, as the rock glowed sending streams of light into my chest and back out onto the sword, this I would find out later, was a bonding ritual. My soul was now one with the sword; Yeijiro.

I was placed back in my cell, my hands bloody and my diskarmor by my side, along with a now sheathed Yeijiro. I soon fell asleep, but was awoken the next day by an unwelcome banging on my door.

Overall: III
Strength: V
Speed: III
Magic: I
Skill: IV

Name: Junai
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Race: Demon (Human form used often)
Height: 5'-11"
Build: Nice Build, 175 lbs.
Hair: Coal black. Spiked high on left side, somewhat flatter on right
Eyes: Aquamarine
Clothing:
-Hide of Black Panther
-Black outfit
-Somewhat loosened belt at waist
Armor:
-Plate Mail
-Spirit Armlet on right arm
-Leather Boots
Weapons:
-Katana; Sheath fastened to left side
-Ifrit Gauntlet on left hand

Attack Magic:
The Rise of Darkness: Magic used to lift the body, loosing grip to anything, paralyzing opponents for the moment the wielder uses it. The wielder can move the opponent into place, then sending them flying into to air to only crash down on the surface below. The ability to release opponents from this is also available by clenching the fist. Very slight drain.

Demon's Light: A surge of light engulfs the wielders hand when clenched for a period of time. When released, its path is directed to whoever the weilder commands. Somewhat powerful attack. Slight drain. Can only be used in full demon form.

Demon's Night: When in this state, the weilder will pull their body in and vanish. Any area at least 50 yards from the weilder will become completely pitch black. Anything inside this area becomes engulfed. A large amount of pain is endured while being inside due to the intense pressure it creates. Very powerful attack. Large drain. Can only be used in full demon form.

Other Magic:
Call to the Gods: Healing magic. Can only be used twice in any one battle. Heals all wounds.

Aura of the Gods: When needed, he can use his magic to create and aura of light that surrounds his entire body, impenetrable to ANY form of magic. Does not exclude physical attacks/projectiles. DOES NOT FADE AWAY.

Personality: Very quite man, he keeps to himself at most. Although when approached, he will enter a conversation. He's one to keep his demonic nature, but there's another side to him that only few can tap into.

Appearance: Although his age is unknown, he looks of a man in his early 20's. His skin is somewhat tanned in his human form. His demon form however, his skin becomes completely pitch black, the flattened hair on the right spikes, his eyes become crimson, and the weapons he possess form themselves into his own body.

Katana's formation: Either one of his arms can morph into the blade itself.

Gauntlet's formation: The spikes of the gauntlet protrude from both his fore and upper arm, as do the continuous flames of this powerful weapon. Definite increase of power.

Battle: Demon form is his strong suit, but he's still a force to reckon with even in his human form. His speed is remarkable in both forms, giving him another great advantage. He mixes the use of his weaponry very well in battle which can give him an edge as well. His only downfall is his weakness to holy magic and his reluctancy to kill women.

Bio: Not much is known of him but what is known of him stretches back to some of his past. Long ago, a demon by the name of Sugo ravaged a distant land. An almighty one, whose only push was his own anger and hatred. He showed no mercy to anything in his path, masacring innocent bystanders and small villages, then taking whatever he desired. Even the strongest fighters that were called upon, didn't come even close to surpassing Sugo's awesome power until...

One fateful day, Sugo had become gravely injured. He had not expected he would be defeated by anyone in the mortal world, and called to the gods for assisstance, but got no mercy from them. They sacrificed him and created another who would fulfil their wishes...Junai.

Years had passed until he came upon the land, but kept his demon form supressed until he needed it, unlike his predecessor. He would wander the land in search of the prey of the gods, and defeat all that lay in his path who opposed him. Even if times came where he was defeated himself, as long as it wasn't the prey, he was spared. But he never gave up willingly. The fear of being sacrificed even for one defeat kept his spirits alive.

Although there have been many hardships, intense blood shed, and surprises along the way, Junai continues in search of the prey of the gods...

Name: Azucar
age: 22
race: mystical swordsman
hair: red
eyes: green
wieght. 183
hieght: 6'1''

weapons; alma espada(swords), bow and arrows.

armor: thick leather cloths: piedra shield

appearence; strong young man with red hair and green eyes.
his hair is long. his skin is tan because he sleeps out doors. a scare across his neck.

personallity: none really he doesn't talk often for a reason i will explain in his bio. when he does it ethier for a good reason or to make a smart ass commment

bio.(this is going to be long he will appear in the next chaper of my fan fic) Azucar was born in a village of a tribe of people who developed thier own brand of magic that comes form transfuring it through objects specifily weapons. they are constanly on the move looking for more ways to increase there skills. he was a boy of 6 when he started his training. He was gifted most people started when they were ten but he was different. after three yearhe was as strong as his sister who was six years his elder. they had a intimate realationship that only warriors can have. when he was ten his village packed up and began to move deep into the forest. they felt the only way to further they skills was to become more intuned with nature. every day they moved deeper and deeper into the forest. one day they when they felt they had moved far enough away from civilazation. they set up camp.

they cut down trees and bushes and killed the animals for there food. they where destoying an ancient part of the forest where something very powerful took up residence. one day azucar and his sister where out hunting for food. they were both hunger because they had spent the after noon fighting. then they spotted something small and thought it would make a good snack. she drew her bow and aimed. she pulled back and fired. but the arrow stopped right in front of the thing. the ground rose around the creature to form the figure of a tall man with long hair. "youcome to my lair and kill my subjects and then try to kill me. no more i say your vilage is s good as gone." he disappeared "we have to warn the village." they both began to run. one thing that his sister had over him is speed. she ran ahead and left her brother behind. when he finaly reached the village everything was on fire. he saw his sister on the floor. she was dead. the man appeared before him. "I am not cruel i only gave them what they disereved." i left three others alive they ran out of my woods. you too i leave alive.

He spend the rest of his days seaching for the rest of his village. in his travels he a acquired the sword alma espada. a sword that further increases his abliity to use magic threw weapons. and a shield with the power to turn anyone who looks into it and sees their reflection

My latest character:

Name: Segiro (Se-Gi-Ro)
Age: 100 (plus 500)
Gender: Male
Species: Ice Goron
Description: Take Durania as your base looks. Change colour composition to a deep brown, like volcanic rock. Body is scarred with battle wounds and cuts. Hair is wilder, longer and silver in colour. Down his back are spikes. Across both his arms are silvery blue coils, that stretch from his wrists to his shoulders. On his hands are Iron Gauntlets
Personality: Cold, would be ironic, but true. Years of living in a frozen stasis (see history) has made him even more bitter of others than he once was. Has no remorse for his actions, nor does he have and reason for most things he does. His very soul is plauged with darkness.
Skills: Brute Strength, Can survive under water for up to 2 hours without a need to resurface
Weapons: Skull Hammer, the Gaunlets on his hands make his physical punches much stronger. His natural Goron strength helps.
Armor: The coils wrapped around his arms provide him with an armor, as does his natural thick sin,
Magic: A number of Ice Spells, and some Dark Spells
History: The only living decendant of an ancient and unknown race of Ice Gorons. Ice Gorons were once regular Gorons who lived deep beneath the Ice Caverns, drawing off what little heat from the earth they could. They evolved over time into Thick skinned Gorons who could resist cold temperatures and moisture.

Segiro, was imprisoned by the Ice Gorons in a block of Red Ice. He became a perfect living statue, frozen in time for his crimes. Killing, deception, worshiping the darkness. As the world grew hotter, and the Ice Gorons died out Segiro remained trapped in the unmelting Red Ice, until a freak occurance in nature caused an eruption of Blue Fire. The damage was done, and the Ice melted, Segiro was released.

Bracing himself for a new world he stepped out into Zora's Domain and at once began his reign of terror, killing Zora's who strayed to close to the forbidden Ice Caverns. With the best Zora Warriors after him, he was forced to retreat away and hide. He is know in a cave near Lake Hylia, near a fresh water stream that provides him with the coolness he requires. As a Mountain Goron would be at disease in the cold, he is hurt by the warm.

Battle Stats
OverAll Rank: IV
Strength: V
Speed: I
Magic: IV
Skill: III

Other: Is Cannibalistic, and enjoys the taste of Zora flesh as much as he detestes the species. Watch out Zoras.. Segiro is in town.

Name: Sigve the third.
Ageue to varius dimansion traveling he isn't really sure but its somewhere between 300 and 400.
Race:Fullblood goron.
Sex:Male
Hair: the same as his skin.
eyeslack with a weak shimmer of purple within.
Weight:Nearly 200 kilograms.
Height:A bot over two metres.(Huge)

Weapon:The Gendarm. A sword the size of a grown man and a magical power that can overwhealm even the mightiest of magikians. It burns with a flame that shanges in color and strenght depending on Sigves mood and bloodlust and is said to deliver what is called "The ultimate pain" by the one that had the experience to face it. But Sigve doesn't like to use this sword if he doesn't have to bacause of it's devastating force. Instead he uses a pair of knifed gauntlets that ahs been basted down through generations of warriors.

Armor:Usualy its only his own body but from time to time you can se him differnet warying armors from time to time.

Personlaity:He likes to play with his opponents and to boss people around. But he has a gentle side and can show to care. Although he often makes fun of opponents as they struggle eh can get as serius at death when there is cause and he fears almost nothing.

Bio:I am so not writing this again. And i dout you'll need it! But if you do...Tell me and i might squeese in a shortened version.



Name:Nash'lúk
Age:239
Gender:Male
Raceragon-man
Height:2 metres
Weight:150kilograms
eyes:YEllowish-orange.

Personality:He si the leader of the group and the strongest one. He is very hostile towards strangers and loves battling above all other.

Weapons:A large battle axe,claws and teeeth,dragonial magic(fire breathing etc.)
Armour:Titanium armour that covers most of his body.
Bio:He was an outcast since his birth. And met the others when he was rather young.


Name: Dar leth
Age:Unknown
Race:Unknown.
Height:1'85(metrik system)
Weight:80 kilograms.(this is with his armour counted as he never takes it off.

Personality:He cares much for his companions but can be ruthless in battle and shows no mercy. Allthough he has a slight lack of personality due to his serius amnesia.

Weapons:A mystical sword that is enchanted with magical runes and a strange symbol that looks like six arrows forming a star.
Armour:A wierd armour of unknown material that covers his entire body.

Bio: Not much is know about him. as the group found him uncounsius in the woods on what seemed to be a former battle field. He remembered nothing of his past and adapted quickly to his present instead. Nobody knows what he looks like or what he is but it ain't human thats for shure.

apperance:


Name:Chaznak
Age:78
Race:Arachnoid(spider-man if you didn't know)
Height:2,5 metres
Weight:175 kilograms.

Personality:He is the smart one. He is highly inteligent but also very dangerous. He like the others show very little mersy but if he meets any other outcasts he will become the complete opposite to hostile. Espescially to his own kin.

Weapons:He has a long spear witch he can edge with his own poison. He has his 6 legs witch he can us to penetrate almost anything and poisonus teeth that evaporates eternal beins and organs in a matter of hours.
Armour:He wears none but hos own thick skin.

bio:He grew up in a forest outside of a village were he had to steal food and things he needed because the villagers wouldn't axcept him. He stole many books and became highly inteligent. He met nash'Luk and descided to make follow with him.

I might post a drawing of them all later but not now.

Namearansarn
Age:14
Race:Tokay
Sex:Male
Hair: None
Eyes: Black slits with orange pupil and blue surrounding the slit,
(like the white of human eyes)
Wieght:150 lbs
Hieght: 5 feet 9 inches

Weapon:Seed Shooter: Uses any seeds he may find, and throws rocks as well. Made of bronze and copper.
Also, a small dagger, approx. 10 inches blade and a brass handle with Tokay inscriptions.
Armor: Uses stealth

Personality: Respectful to Tokay Elders, or any, and does as told. Serious and tells one-liners for jokes, sparingly. Likes to be in groups, but doesnt talk a lot.
Apperance: http://zeldauniverse.net/z8.php?page=z8characters
Go there and search for the Tokay, but here is a breif sum up if you cant: This Tokay is tall compared to other 5 foot Tokays. His eyes (described above) have a lack slit wih orange pupil and blue surrounding the slit. He is a green-brownish color and is of a built shape.(Unlike the picture shown in the link). He has a brown shirt with green pants. He has no hair and has claws instead of hands and has a tail and no visible ears. he wears a pendant that has a carving of a Tokay on it.
Bio: Baransarn the Tokay was born to the Chief and Chieftess of a Tokay Clan on Crecent Island. He decided to leave the Island to search for new lands. He was expelled for leaving the Island, since no Tokay has ever left. His mother gave him a pendant before he left, with a carving of a Tokaian god. He has traveled around for two years and is looking for battle to train himself with his seed shooter and dagger.

Player: Remus
OverAll Rank: III
Strength: I
Speed: II
Magic: V
Skill: IV

Name: Remus
Race: Night Elf (Mage)
Gender: Male
Age: 19 years into the new age by his nation's custom. (732yrs)
Weapons: A dark green Staff with a thick knot on top, modeled from a symbol of the Serune nation.
Elements: Life, Shadow.
Spells: Illuminate, Invisibility(20 second cap)
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 145lbs
Clothing: A black, Elven cloak with the sign of Serune engraved in a barely notable shimmer of green on the back-center. Underneath are light garments and chain mail.
Short Bio: Born within the small village on the outskirts of Belthazur(The capital city of the mightiest, and last, Elven nation Serune), Remus led his short childhood. When he came upon the age of five, a war broke out with vile creatures from across the sea. A war which was assured not to end within the short reaches of this Age at the current rate of power. The enemy (Demonic Orcs that gathered the dead for their army) The Elven nation, with this in mind, planned for a heavy change of tide in the next decades of battle. A "special forces" was created in the Elvish ranks, and young children were tooken in to have many years of training in extensive branches of power. They carefully placed the children in the branch which would excel their natural abilities the most. Young Remus was found to have gifts which would serve useful to a Mage, and so was put in that branch, never to know or remember his young life. The plans were going well, and a powerful army was being created, sure to wipe away the "Horde." Not long before the army was to be completed, a mighty battle that was lost at the fault of a glory seeking commander causing legions of troops to be converted to the enemy. The commander was tooken and tortured to near oblivious when he would cry out the information for this new force being bred. He was soon after slain and tooken among the high ranks of the Horde to be damned for eternal peril. Weeks later the special forces were destroyed, with but a hundred survivors at most. Som tried to fight the enemy off with brute force, but were slain. As was the fate of the many that tried to flee. Yet even after this a few were left to survive, some went to the mountains to rebuild an army and take the nation back, which was but a thread from oblivion. One, maybe two, though, went through the deep mountains to a new land. Remus was one of them (naturally o_O). Here Remus came to live for the bloodlust of battle.

Name: Gary++

Player: ZeldaFreak++
OverAll Rank: III
Strength: V
Speed: II
Magic: I/ nonexistant
Skill: IV

Age: Older than you can comprehend can look like any age
Gender: Male Robot | can be anything he wants to be.
Height: 5’5’’ can look to be any height
Weight: 400 lbs | Metal is heavy but his body is thin.
Eyes: Depends on hologram
Hair: depends on hologram, none in neutral state.

Race: Chee
An android race created by the Pemalites as friends. They have been on earth longer than the domestication of the dog, which they are responsible for. Long story for another time and place. Their bodies are ivory steal and have the shape of an upright dog. But so they could last with the changing times and go through life cycles they project a perfect hologram around their body, or the surrounding area. They are programmed to be peaceful and have no knowledge of how to fight. They have lasted thousand of years and you would never know who is or isn’t one. They worked on the pyramids and have seen so much of history unfolds it is incomprehensible.
See Animorphs

Bio:
Gary++ has gone through many life cycles and was one of those to work on the pyramids. But in a freak accident a giant stone block was dropped on him. His memory damaged and when he awoke, he was being worshiped on the thrown as a god. He finished that life cycle and was buried in the structure he helped build. Awakening from him rest he did not realized what had happened over the last tens of thousands of years and would do anything to get back to his home and masters. He picked up on battle skills on his quest a learned to fire electricity from his body. When he finally found another of his kind he learned the truth of his futile existence but could not be completely repaired with inferior earth technology. Until that day when his peers call him back he wanders the earth living and dying. He fights, for the urge is now unstoppable.

Weapons: None.
Electricity can shoot from his body but he must be perfectly still for that attack.
The rest of his attacks are physical, with unmatched strength.

Name: Serj Rasheed
Age: 29
Race: Trace (Thought and Reasoning Automaton with Capacity for Emotion)
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 51 kg
Height: 1.7 meters

Weapon: Nanotech Flange:2 Arm-Rifle, .45 Auto Glock pistol, Nanotech Vital:5 Electronic Disabler (Head-Mount)
Armor: Carbon-fiber skeleton with a neutronium core, no external armor.
Abilities:
Nilpain Flexjoints
These are specially crafted joint hinges for Serj's bone structure. They alow unnatural swiveling, tilting, pivoting, allowing disolcations to not be a problem. They are also painless and grant immense speed, flexibility, and strength.
Neutronium Core Skelestructure
The core of Serj's carbonfiber-steel bones is created from compacted neutrons, similar to that found in a neutron star. This material, while stronger than any metal, is so exorbitantly heavy that the core of his bones is only a millameter in diameter.
Automated Antiprojectile Defense System (AADS)
This is an array of small laser-sighted structures that are implanted in the pores of Serj's skin. They are millions of tiny cameras that analyze fast-moving projectiles (i.e. bullets) and automaticly cause Serj to dodge. The reflex is so instant that Serj can dodge a gunshot from as close as 10 feet.

Personality: Confused, bewildered, agitated. Serj is constantly tormented by not knowing his true nature, and having the burden of such power upon him.

Appearance:


Bio: Serj is a nano-engineered Iranian government experiment to create a unit that would assassinate and then destroy itself without a trace. Serj's project was canceled after a political group exposed that the government was seeking new ways to assassinate. However, Serj's creator was too proud of his "golem" to have it destroyed, so he programmed it a humanoid personality, erased its memory, and let it loose in neighboring Iraq. He claimed to have exterminated Serj to the government, and they believed him.

Serj became a security worker at a restaurant in Baghdad. Serj's creator had programmed false memories into Serj; therefore Serj did not question his past in the least. However, a flaw in Serj's design left him with the ability to have an unlimited short-term memory, meaning Serj could perform supernatural feats of memorization.

The restaurant where Serj worked at was bombed by a terrorist. Serj was the only person who was outside at the time of the bombing. He correctly identified to the police the bomber to exact details of facial hair, ear shape, and eye color. The police tested Serj by driving him down a highway and having Serj repeat every model, license plate, and color of each car that passed. Three hours later, he repeated the list of 124 cars perfectly.

This raised enormous question in Iraq: no human could have this mental power! Eventually, the Iranian government realized that Serj was, in fact, the nano-enhanced assassin that they had created.

Player: Kedisar
Character: Serj Aqijahn
OverAll Rank: V
Strength: X
Speed: V
Magic: I
Skill: IV