Character List

Name: Barren "Bear" Fyst
Age: 19
Race: Goron humanoid (more description in history)
Sex: Male
Hair: bald
Eyes: of human dimension (as opposed to Goron dimensions). Red Iris.
Weight: 260 lbs
Height: 6'2"

Weapon: None. His favorite tagline is: "The name's Bear Fyst... get it? Bare Fist... like naked fist... 'cause I don't use weapons... 'cause I'm so strong I don't need 'em." Bear came up with that pun all by himself, and he's quite fond of it. Beware his obnoxious over use of it.

Armor: None. Again Bear is "too tough" to bother with armor.

Strengths: At 260 pounds (and most of it muscle) Bear is exceptionally well developed for a 19 year old (even for a Goron). Bear also has a subtle "healing factor" it's not quite as obvious as Wolverine's "You cut off my hand? Watch it grow back in perfect condition within seconds before your very eyes!" But he can take a substantial beating that would render a normal human bed ridden for weeks, or perhaps months, and wake up the next day at least mostly functional. It effects his recovery moreso than anything "in battle."

Weakness: It isn't that Bear is considered "dumb," at least not among his peers (Gorons aren't known for their superior intelligence), it's just that, well, Bear tends to get hot-headed sometimes and he'll act rashly without thinking things thru. And he stubbornly insists on following his instinct over rational thinking which more often than not proves to be wrong (but heed those few days where he turns out right - even if only by shear odds that it must happen once in a while - for those who stood against him never hear the end of it).

Skills/Magic: I suppose it depends by which standards you compare his skills. Compared to a normal human, his fighting skills are well above par, but compared to every other character here that's a "good fighter" he's probably going to find himself humbled more times than not. Also, he's been wandering by himself mostly for the past several years, and has aquired several wilderness survival skills, but again, he's no "legendary hunter" that can follow the week-old scent of somebody who passed through an area earlier.

Personality: In addition to being hot-headed and rash, Bear can be bit cocky sometimes. He wouldn't describe it as being full of himself, rather he'd say he's just being "truthful." It can be a bit of a turn off, if you catch him in the wrong mood and don't know him very well, but truth be told, most people who spend enough time with him find his cockiness to add an odd-sort of charm to his overall friendly and surprisingly gentle character. I suppose the cliché tag would be to label himself as "confident, not cocky"... but honestly, yeah, he is definitely cocky. He likes the spot-light, he likes to talk about himself, he likes it when other people are talking about him (assuming they're saying good things)... But in a near paradox, Bear is extremely loyal, and very much a people pleaser. He may be full of himself, but he isn't egocentric (if that makes any sort of sense). He'd take a bullet for a good friend, but there are a number of people who'd do that. Bear, in rash irrational selflessness, would take a bullet for somebody he never met. He used to be a lot more energetic, but he's been through quite a bit for his age (see history) and solitude has subdued his liveliness greatly. To his credit he does have a stubborn commitment to optimism, which is often realized in his cockiness - usually making it all the more obnoxious.

Appearance: He's a 6'2" 260 pound force to be reckoned with. Kid's built like an ox (Or a "bear"). He doesn't have one set of clothes, but he's generally found in a tight sleeveless shirt to accentuate his considerable upper body. And it's usually low cut enough to show off his impressive display of chest hair (perhaps his proudest feature). He has a large scar that runs diagonally down his back from his right shoulder to his left hip; it was from the only wound severe enough to leave a lasting scar (see history). He also has a Triforce tattoo on the outside of his right bicep (though he doesn't actually have any knowledge of the Triforce. Well, not by the definition that your probably thinking - see bio) And again - he's bald and has red eyes.

History: First off, I think it's important to note that Bear is from an "alternate dimension." For most practical purposes it's the same world as Hyrule from the Zelda series, but he's based off a fan-fic that I'm writing, and in that fan-fic I've taken several liberties that aren't strictly Zelda Cannon. I just don't want anyone thinking that I expect other Zelda characters to abide by any sort of "rules" that Bear remains under.

Barren Fyst, better known as "Bear," is a member of the Goron race, though not as most fans know them. Long story short (I'm writing a fan-fic if your interested in the more background info on what I am calling the "Second Age" and the transition into the "Third Age") Bear is from what would have been known as the "Third Age" bar the fact that any knowledge of the First or Second Age has been completely forgotten.
In the Third Age, the three elemental races: Goron, Zora, and Kokiri inherited the Earth evolving from there current forms - all resembling humans. The three races are still distinguishable from each other, but only at the same level as different races of humans of today are distinguishable. Gorons are still certainly the physically strongest of the three races, but not to quite the same extent as they had been during the Second Age (that is: the age that the Zelda series takes place in). Over time The Kokiri maintained dominance over most of the "Green World" and effectively ran the Zora out to a snowy wasteland and the Goron to what they have labeled as "The Land of the Sun," effectively a desert.

One day, when Bear was only 15, a young man named Draiden, a Kokiri, came to Bear's Desert Town. Draiden claimed he'd had a vision of a united world where Goron, Kokiri, and Zora alike all coexisted peacefully in the abundant Green World. But as a Kokiri, the Goron community rejected him. They ran him out of the town and threatened to kill him if he ever returned. A few days later a huge sand storm swept thru the village destroying many homes, including Bear's. A large rafter fell atop Bear, and despite his strength, he was unable to lift it off. The condition worsened as he watched his sickly father, Brail, trapped under a stair case. The stair case grew increasingly unstable and was looking to fall at any moment and there was too much heavy debris trapping Brail underneath it. Bear could do nothing but watch. Then, in cliché "last moment" fashion, just before the staircase fell, a cloaked stranger stumbled into the house and pulled Bear's father out. The stranger then went over to Bear and together the three of them helped lift the rafter off Bear. Bear and Brail embraced shortly and when they turned to thank the stranger he was already gone.

The next morning Bear wasn't the only one with a story about how a cloaked stranger had helped him during the storm. And it wasn't to long after that the stranger was found, as inconspicuously as possible, helping rebuild the house of a widow living with her young daughter. The stranger was revealed to be (do I actually have to say it?) the very same Draiden who had come to their town days earlier. Draiden had earned a little more respect but most were still too angry at the Kokiri to have anything to do with Draiden's ambitious goals. Bear, however, feeling greatly indebted to Draiden decided to follow him when he left their humble town in search of more support.

Slowly, Draiden did gather more support, a ragtag group that called themselves "the Triforce" and they branded them selves with a symbol of three joined triangles to express their goal of unity between the three races. Bear, the first to join Draiden, had became his right hand man, even at his young age. When Draiden felt the time was right he courageously (and perhaps ignorantly) decided to return to his home to speak to his own people about the necessity of unity. He was assassinated. The Triforce fell apart, became violent, Bear tried to stabilize the group and bring them back to Draiden's original vision of peace, but soon found himself making no progress. And so he left. Confused, disheartened and unsure of what he should do next, he became a nomadic wanderer. He traveled a long way before he decided to return home.

However, upon returning home he found himself rejected by his own people. The Kokiri had retaliated against the violence of the Triforce, war broke out, and it was the Goron and Zora who suffered the greatest consequences. The Triforce were the primary target of the Kokiri and most of them died in the war. The few survivors were hunted down by their own people and were made "public examples of."

If you'd be so tolerant, I' wish to break into a bit more narrative of a format at this point as this rejection was even more spirit-breaking for Bear than the death of Draiden:

Bear's gut bubbled with anticipation. He recognized yet another tree - this one had been a favorite hiding spot of his when he would play hide-and-go-seek with his friends. He'd been noticing more and more landmarks that bombarded him with fond memories of his youth. He'd been gone a long time. Two years he served alongside Draiden with dreams of uniting all the races of the world, and then, after Draiden was assassinated and he realized the ideals of the Triforce had been lost, he wandered aimlessly, confused as to who he was and what his purpose was. But now - now, he was returning home - and Bear could hardly contain his excitement. Indeed, if it weren't for the fact that he was alone and had nobody to unleash his immeasurable glee upon, he probably wouldn't be contain his own spittle. As a matter of fact...

"Drake!" Bear spat, as he noticed, far off in the distance, the first recognizable face in over a year. He had developed considerably over the year he'd wandered, one of those developments being a considerably keener eye-sight.

"What? Who?" Drake stammered as he was jolted from his intense concentration over a hole (that scorpion had to come out eventually).

"Drake! Drake, it's me! It's Bear! I've come home!"

"Bear?!" Drake exclaimed as he turned around and squinted his eye, scanning the horizon. "Impossible!"

"Haha!" saliva dribbled down Bears chin, as he laughed an almost hysterical laugh. He hadn't gone insane, honestly... Just unaccustomed to social standards. Drake must've been frightened out of his mind as the 6'2" tower barreled towards him.

"Bear! Is that really you! I thought you... woah, hold up!"

BAM!

Bear tackled Drake grinning madly. Drake looked up just in time to watch a not-so-insignificant ball of spit fall from Bear's chin onto his face.

"Ugh! Bear, is everything alright!"

"Perfect!" Bear, jumped to his feet, and, grabbing Drake's arm, pulled his friend up with him (probably too roughly).

"I thought... We all just assumed that... Bear, we thought you were dead!"

"Haha!" Bear's mind was running far too fast for him to keep up with - it was the best response he could manage.

Drake watched Bear laugh for a while longer, before he finally decided that he must relieve the awkwardness.

"So... After the Kokiri Army destroyed the Triforce Rebellion at Din's Rock - and then when you never came home - We figured you must've died along with the rest of that Goddess-forsaken cult! That accursed Kokiri brainwashed a lot of people, Bear. I'm so glad you got out of that. I always did have a gut feeling that in your heart, you'd realize you were mixed up in something bad, and get out of there."

"Cult?! Accursed Kokiri? What are you talking about, Drake. You saw the selflessness Draiden displayed during the sandstorm. And when we left you sent us out with honor telling me you wished you had the same courage I did! What is this nonsense that you speak of now?"

"oh..." Drake's expression suddenly became more somber as he, noticing it for the first time, intensely stared at the Triforce tattoo on Bear arm. "Listen," Drake continued, looking Bear in the eye, "Nobody blames you, Bear."

"Nobody blames me?! What is that even supposed to mean?!"

"He deceived many people, Bear, and I don't blame you for what you've done... But your not welcome here anymore. You have to go."

"He didn't deceive anybody! Your insane! I have to go back it's been three years since I've seen my father, and obviously he thinks I'm dead!"

"Do not dare! Leave now and do not ever, EVER come back! You've been corrupted, Bear! Your not welcome here! I have a younger sister to think about. Selena, she has a kid! We can't allow you to pervade more people, Bear! You step a foot inside our town, and I'll kill you myself!"

Bear grit tight his teeth, clenched his fist and met Drake's gaze with a long, hard stare. He was shaking. Was it out of confusion? Perhaps it was anger? The two stared eachother down before Bear finally uttered, "I'm going. To see my father. Don't try to stop me."

Then he turned and started walking away, but what he heard next stopped him cold.

"He's dead, Bear. There's nothing left for you here. Please, you were a good friend of mine, and I beg you - just leave this place - forget it all - make a new life for yourself someplace else - because all that you once had here is gone." Drake's voice was softer now (empathetic even?).

"Dead?" Bear choked, a giant lump in his throat, back still turned to Drake. "How... How'd it happen."

"You were gone three years, Bear. He was already sick when you left. It was just old age." There was a pause and then Drake added, "He never gave up hope in you, when everybody else cursed the destruction wrought from the Triforce, he always insisted that you died a noble war hero in a great battle, says he watched it happen in a dream. It was irrational senility, but it was fed by his faith in you."

Drake slowly turned and walked away, but Bear remained standing there for a long time afterwards, his teeth still grit, fists still tightly clenched, and a solitary tear slowly running down the side of his cheek. It was the first tear he had cried since that sand-storm, as he remained trapped under that humiliating plank, taunting him, laughing at him as he desperately tried to lift it, but failed.

- - - - -

Strictly speaking, Bear wasn't in town. The graveyard was on the outskirts beyond a large hill to separate the town from their dead ancestors. He had to see his father's grave. He needed at least this closure.

The grave yard was large, and there wasn't any sort of organization to the scattered gravestones - it would take a while to find his father's graveyard. But Bear didn't mind, he had nothing but time anymore.

He wandered about for the majority of the day before he finally stopped at a tombstone. The tombstone didn't have his father's name on it... it had his own. "Barren Fyst, a noble warrior, died serving his people." Bear sunk to his knees and whispered softly to himself, "I'm sorry I didn't come home sooner, Father." But this wasn't the grave he was searching for and after a while he lifted himself back up. Nearly, he nearly lifted himself up. With a loud scream Bear went crashing back down to the ground, a sharp immense pain throbbing throughout his back.

"You killed my son." An old frail voice accused with ferocity, "he's dead, and you killed him."

Bear couldn't think strait, arcing his back, wreathing in pain.

"He's dead, you killed him, and I'm going to kill you."

Bear cried out again, long and loud, as if screaming could relieve the pain.

"Get up!" The voice coughed, "Get up so that I can see your face as I take my revenge!"

Sense was slowly returning to Bear. The great pain gave no evidence of yielding, but Bear could finally comprehend his surroundings.

"Get up!"

He realized his back had just taken a deep slice from a sword - from his right shoulder to his left hip.

"Get up I tell you!"

He realized he was about to be killed.

"Get up now, so I can see your face!"

And he realized that he recognized this voice.

"Father?" Bear sobbed, spitting through the pain.

"Your wrong!" The old voice returned, "I had one son, and you killed him!"

"I never died, daddy." Bear grunted as he put all his effort into pushing himself back up to his feet. "Nobody killed me!"

"Do not spread your lies to me! Do not sprea..." Brail's bloodied sword slipped out of his hands as he saw his son's face for the first time in over three years.

"Daddy," Bear wept, "they told me you were dead."

But Brail didn't answer, instead he started shaking his head back and forth muttering to himself over and over "no, no, no, no, no..."

"NO!" He finally exploded, "You left them! You didn't let them get to you! You left, and you died in a battle against them! I saw it in a dream! That's the way it happened. That's the way it happened. That's the way it happened."

"Father! Don't talk like this," Bear choked through his tears, "I'm still alive, and I'm here now."

"No, no, no. You’re a ghost! A figment of my imagination! This isn't the way it is!"

"Touch me, father. Hold me. Embrace me. You will see that I am real."

"Lies! All lies! I know how my son died. I know he was too good to let himself be corrupted by that Kokiri!"

"Draiden was not corrupt, Father. Father, hear me! Father, listen!" Bear advanced toward his father, "Embrace me, and then we can talk."

"No, no, no, no, no." The stress was too much on Brail, his mind was beginning to shut down.

"Father it's all ok."

"Get back, demon!"

"No Father, it's really me."

"Get back, I say!"

"They told me you were dead, and now I see you before my very eyes, and I won't be able to stay long, and I just need to touch you one last time before I leave, I need this closure, Daddy, I need this."

But when Bear was within arm reach of his father, the old man turned his back and fell to the ground. Sitting down, he held his knees tightly and mumbled repeatedly, "Away, away, away. Go away, away, away."

Bear's arm hovered over Brail's shoulder for what seemed like an eternity before he finally closed his eyes, lifted his hand, turned and stumbled away from his home town.

It's been a year since, and Bear returned to his nomadic ways. He never did get to touch his father one last time, and He never found out if Drake was lying through his teeth when he told Bear that his father was dead just to keep him from the town. Or if, somehow, and it certainly didn't seem possible, his father had survived somehow leaving everyone else to think he was dead. He has closed up, and lives most of his days in denial of what had happened. But there is one searing reminder that what had happened at the graveyard wasn't an illusion - a deep scar running from his right shoulder to his left hip. It's the only wound that ever left a lasting scar, and the pain never fully relieved. Sometimes he wakes up at night sweating, a sharp pain ebbing from where his scar is, and he could have sworn his dreams had reawaken the pain.

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Name: Crécasta (All her friends call her Créa.)

Age: 197 (looks middle aged)

Race: Dúileach

Dúileach
The Dúileach, or an Dúileach, are a race of human like peoples. The only major difference is they are much more magical and are deeply tied to nature. All Dúileach have guardian spirits. They have a much longer lifespan than humans.

Sex: female

Hair:
She has extremely dark brown hair but depending on the lighting lines of silver can be seen flowing through it. It is about shoulder length and is extremely fine and thin. It is nearly always worn loosely.

Eyes: a hazel brown/ (wolf form) hazel brown with light blue pupils

Weight: 54kg / (wolf form) 63kg

Height: 5”8” / (wolf form) 2”2” in height, 4”8” in length (not including tail)

Weapon:
Teeth of the Wolf
The teeth of the Wolf are sacred weapons among an Dúileach. They are said to have been taken from the corpse of Faolchú himself.

As for what kind of weapon they are, they are claw like. There are four jagged blades that jut out of a center panel. This center panel is to be placed against the palm of the user’s hand and fastened by a leather chord. When worn the blades stick out between the user’s four fingers and thumb. The blades themselves are barbed in places for extra ripping power. The Teeth of the Wolf are a set of a pair of these weapons, one to be worn on either hand.

The spirit of Faolchú is in fact contained in these weapons.

Armour: Two brown, leather bracers that contain the spirit of Broc. Two brown, leather shin guards

Strengths:
She is extremely skilled in evasion. She can manoeuvre her way out of the tightest situations. Her magical powers are formidable. She has a large supply of magical energies that she can thank her racial traits for. Her spirit shifter abilities can help her employ a wide variety of tactics. Her main strengths lie in her magic and speedy strikes and dodges. She has the ability to create healing potions from herbs (requires time of course. Can’t be done in battle unless prepared before hand.)

Weakness:
Créa’s strikes are incapable of doing very much physical damage; they are more wounding strikes then damaging. Her spirit shifter abilities take up much of her magical powers. She lacks any proper armour. Any strike that actually hits her tends to be extremely damaging. She is tied very closely to the forests and grounds of the world. If she is in an area where these things lack presence her power weakens significantly, likewise if she is in an area where these things are abundant her powers increase significantly.

Skills/Magic:
Créa uses powerful wind and earth magics. She is also a spirit shifter. She has a wide knowledge of herbs, allowing her to make a large variety of healing potions.

Wind Magic
Her wind abilities are drawn from her tattoos.

Wind Geyser-She makes the air beneath the target rise suddenly, launching them into the air.

Breeze Berserker-This causes balls of wind to form in her hand. These balls can be used in several ways. Their most common use is as projectiles. She can also combine these balls with her weapons adding wind power to them.

Earth Magic
Her earth abilities are drawn from her bracers.

Fissure Strike-She stabs her weapons into the ground causing a deep, thin crack in the earth to travel from the point of impact to where she wills it.

Gravel Shield-Her bracers take on the form of a pair of small, solid round shields.

Wind/Earth Magic

Elementai Surge-The air around Créa begins to swirl, the earth beneath her begins to shake. The two pass into her weapons, deeply increasing their power.

Spirit Shifter Skills

Earthen Spirit-The spirit of a magical badger named Broc binds with her own. This causes her to take on some of the traits of a badger. For example her attacks become more powerful and she becomes more aggressive but she loses some of her speed. This causes no physical change.

Spirit of the Sky-The spirit of an ancient eagle named Iolar binds with her own. This causes her to take on some of the traits of an eagle. For example her eyesight becomes extremely keen and strikes become more rapid and precise but less powerful. This causes no physical change.

Faolchú-Her spirit fuses with Faolchú’s. This particular spirit shifter skill transforms her entire body. She takes on the shape of Faolchú himself. When in this wolf form she takes on all the traits of Faolchú. Her attacks become more damaging, not necessarily more powerful though. Her speed increases hugely. She inherits Faolchú’s wind abilities. She looses her weapons along with human speech. She retains her human instincts but they are combined with feral ones. This ability means that Créa is stuck in this from until the next sunrise.

Faolchú Abilities

Wind Veil-Créa, when in this wolf form, has the ability to become one with the wind. This ability enables her move around extremely quickly and silently. It makes it extremely difficult for anyone to land a hit on her. This is a passive skill.

Tempest Howl-Créa begins to howl. This calls up a massive hurricane that causes extensive damage to anything in its path. Takes 5-10mins to cast.

Personality:
Créa is normally quite modest, but when in battle she changes completely. Her confidence soars and her mouth begins to run, taunting the opponent at every turn.

In a battle she will always try and have some fun, as it is something she excels at and enjoys. If out matched she will normally attempt to turn the battle in her favor by using one of her spirit shifter skills. She will transform into her Faolchú form if she is left with no other option but occasionally she will just do it for a bit of fun. If completely and utterly out matched she will flee the scene as quickly as possible.

She is extremely trustworthy and will do what she can to protect all her friends. She is lots of fun to be around and will always do what she can to cheer up her friends.

Créa has a certain dislike of most men. She dispises the looks she tends to receive from them. If Créa catches a man looking at her in an inapporiate way she will normally either mess with them for a while or scream rampate abuse in their direction. She hates the idea of any man acting like they own her. With all this said she does still believe there are nice men out there, it's just that the indecent ones heavily outweight the decent.

Appearance:
Créa has a light, tan complexion. Her eyes are a deep, hazel brown. She has a slim and light build. She is quite attractive. Her entire body is covered in black tattoos; these tattoos contain the spirit of Iolar. Her hair is shoulder length and flows freely. It is a dark brown colour and depending on the lighting silver lines occasionally enter it.

For clothing she wears a simple, light blue top. It is a cut top that stretches across her chest. It is bordered by an earthen brown colour. Around her neck she wears a thick, brown choker that is typical of Dúileach. Around her waist she wears a light, forest green skirt, which is held up by a thick chord of brown leather from which a golden scarf flows. She wears a pair of thick, dark brown elven boots at the ends of her long legs.

For armour she wears a pair of leather bracers that contain the spirit of Broc and a pair of leather shin guards that lie just above her thick, elven boots. She always has her weapons, the Teeth of the Wolf, equipped.

Appearance (Faolchú Form):

When in her wolf for she becomes a small, light wolf with honey coloured, fine fur. Her body is covered by strange red and blue markings. At times it seems that she isn’t completely solid and looks as if she is fading into the wind.

History:
- Crécasta was born to the leader of an Dúileach.

- Her mother died giving birth.

- When she was four the Dúileach began to loss favor with their “god” spirits.

- At the age of eight she was left alone in the Forest of Taibhse, as is custom with the Dúileach when a child reaches the age of spirit.

- The age of spirit is the age when a child is supposed to find their guardian spirit.

- During her stay in the Forest of Taibhse she witnessed the death and rebirth of the Wind Lord, Faolchú.

- Faolchú died saving her from a group of Treeweavers (powerful creatures some what like small dragons.)

- After his death Faolchú ordered Créa to take the teeth from his body.

- When Créa removed the teeth they transformed into the weapons that she uses to this very day, the Teeth of the Wolf.

- After the teeth were removed from Faolchú’s corpse it disappeared.

- As the corpse disappeared the mighty Wind Lord’s spirit appeared, reborn, beside the young girl.

- The Wind Lord’s spirit told Créa that he was hers to command, he then faded into the newly formed Teeth of the Wolf.

- Faolchú became Créa’s guardian spirit and her guide in life.

- When Créa returned to her village she became feared, everyone could sense the power that now radiated from her.

- Créa began training with her father, Gaoth, at the age of eleven. She was to be his successor.

- Gaoth died when Créa was twenty-seven.

- During the next hundred years Créa became a well-known warrior and leader. She brought prosperity to her people.

- During her time with her people she became extremely talented with the spirit shifter skills. Her skills improved further more after tracking down and defeating the spirits of Iolar, the Sky Deity and Broc, the Earthen Father.

- When Créa reached the age of 126 she was sent a message from the chief god spirit of the Dúileach, Kretanil. She was to leave in search of a new land for her people as their own were being ransacked by a horde of Grálíans, a rival race of an Dúileach.

- She now travels alone in search of new lands as her people defend themselves from this threat.

Click links for drawings, all of which I drew myself

Battles
The Riddles of Life (dropped)
The Driad's Domain (in progress)
Wielders of the Stars (in progress)

Crossroads
Take to the Sky (in progress)

Chrono Order
1-The Riddles of Life
2-Take to the Sky
3-The Driad's Domain
4-Wielders of the Stars

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alright i thought i would try making an evil charecter for once. lets see how it goes. heres a pic

Name: Kel-Marken, 3rd of the 7 death knights

Age: unknown.

Race: human, death knight

Sex: male

Hair: grayish white, long

Eyes: blue

Weight: 178

Height: 6ft. 3in.

Weapon(s): death knights blade. Has small extra damage against light creatures (angel’s holy knights etc.)

Armor: death knights armor- a black heavy armor, full body except for helm. Has little extra protection from light/holy spells and weapons. Also has a black, heavy winter cloak with a hood.

Skills/Magic: Kel has some spells.

Death’s strike- charges his sword with dark energy to deal extra damage and may stun foes. Drains some energy to make him weaker. Kel has to wait for dark energy to charge again before using it.

Insanity- casts a spell on his enemy(s) that makes a band of dark energy surround the enemy(s) head, causing them to hallucinate their worst fears. It lasts for as long as Kel has the energy to sustain it. Drains a lot of his energy and can only use it two times every so often because once again he has to charge his dark energy.

Death’s clutch- Kel will stun the enemy and cause them immense pain to the victim. Kel uses this only as a last resort if he knows he is losing because it will drain all of his energy and most likely kill him but can cause serious pain to the victim.

Strengths: Kel is a great swordsman, trained in the army by top swordsmen. He also is very strong because of the death knight enhancement and can lift things like small boulders, trees etc. but nothing huge. He also rides a dark steed, a black horse with an I don’t know what you would call it, a helm I guess on the horse. Like a nazgul’s steed.

Weaknesses: Kel isn’t very fast having heavy armor and could be beaten by a faster opponent. He also is weak against holy/light magic and weapons and will take extra damage and will weaken him faster. Also he is hurt more by fire magic and weapons. He is weaker in hotter climates so he tries to stay in the northern regions. He also doesn’t wield a shield so it is easy to sneak in a good hit if he isn’t careful.

Appearance: Kel’s appearance is like the fraise “dead man walking”. He has deathly pale skin and a cat-like glow in his blue eyes, and dark lines under his eyes. He has long grayish white hair. He always wears his armor, for he cares not for comfort. He wears his cloak with his hood up when he needs to be in a sense, invisible. He wears an amulet, a silver coin with a silver skull on it, given to him by his master. Under his armor he wears black pants and shirt, the sleeves about to his elbows but both of the faded simple garments are covered. He carries his sword on his back in a sheath. It always seems to be a bit colder around Kel but he doesn’t mind, his breath is always steaming and he looks a bit frost bit.

Personality: He is a solitary man, rarely traveling with anyone unless he needs or has to. He is cold all the way to the heart, and there is no sympathy or warmth whatsoever in his whole body. Only harsh, cold anger and remorse. He talks to no one unless the job requires it or he feels it is necessary. He will take a job for money, but often as long as it includes some evil deed, he will do it simply for pleasure. The one person he is loyal to is his master and will only obey him.

Bio: Kel wasn’t always such a heartless man; he was once a proud soldier for the king’s guard. His origins are unknown, but rumors say he was born in the nomadic tribes from the north. Rumors also say that his name was once Kelen. One day he just showed up at the barracks, a young man with a will to fight and no attachments, the perfect things for a good soldier. His trainer, Torbin was the king’s guard captain, and a master swordsman. He took Kelen under his wing a took a liking to him, and taught him everything he knew about sword fighting. After 1 month of peace, the people of the capital city revolted and tried to take over the castle. The guards repelled them, having superior weapons and armor. But the people were too many. They took over the castle and slaughtered the king and his royal family. Kelen took this as an opportunity to pass judgment on the people. He went into a deathly rage, killing many people and wounding many also. He eventually ran out of energy, and the peasants captured him. The peasants tarred and feathered the guard, and most were left dead after the ritual. But Kelen was not dead. He was found by Dar-Teknim, a powerful necromancer from the north. He nursed him back to health and gave Kelen the chance to increase his power greatly. Kelen agreed, and there were six others. He watched as two others were transformed into death knights and soon became afraid. The necromancer reminded him of the power, and he went with the ritual whole heartedly. It was a gruesome ritual, which few have attempted. Rumors say it involved even a spiritual suicide of some sort. Whatever was done, it worked. He was no longer Kelen, the swordsman from the north; he was Kel-Marken the 3rd of 7. When the local villages found out of this madness, they captured the necromancer and burned him alive. After the burning, he contacted his death knights, and now they roam the world, doing their bodiless masters will and trying to find a way to bring him back.

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Name: Kyrne Vyrdune

Age: 1472 (looks about 28)

Race: Half Black Dragon /Natural Draconic Lycanthrope

Sex: Male

Hair: None

Eyes: Blood Red

Weight: 247 lbs.

Height: 6 feet 5 inches

Weapon: Bladed Gauntlets like this:



Armor: Spiked/Bladed plate mail, and a magical circlet, looks like this:



Strengths: He has above average strength because of the draconic heritage, his endurance can last for a long time, but he tends to over exert himself, leaving him fatigued after battles and long periods of carrying heavy objects.

Weakness: Because of his black dragon parentage he has a natural weakness to water, water spells, hurt him a lot more than other spells, he cannot swim.

Skills/Magic: Since Kyrne is a natural dragon lycanthrope he can become a full dragon at will, he tends to stay in his half dragon form though when in battle. He does not use magic.

Appearance: He has horns along the side of his head; he has blood red eyes, long claws, and almost vampiric teeth. He has above average height, with scales all up and down his body. His arms are toned and he has a strong muscular frame. He tends to wear baggier clothes, he wears longer sleeved tunics that go down to about his forearm. His pants go down to his feet. He has blackish skin, and when he bleeds his blood is dark red, almost black.

He looks sort of like this:


Personality: Kyrne’s personality is pretty reclusive, because of his heritage people tend to be afraid, or hostile to him. He spends his life as a mercenary, where the money pays, he goes. He will react with other people if they are bold enough to actually talk to him, but if they don’t then he just tends to avoid people. He enjoys a good firewhisky now and then; if people get close to him then they will see that he is a lively, kind person. Kyrne will do what is right no matter what the cost, even if it means sacrificing himself.

Biography: Kyrne was born in the town of Tollenaar, a large citadel of humankind. His mother, the dragoness, abandoned him after he was born, and his father taught him to be good and just. He follows the deity of Justice, Shanahea. He grew up as a gladiator, learning the ways of combat, he learned well, training on his strength and speed. He became well trained in the wielding of bladed gauntlets. He left the arena after 23 years, he had fought his war to the top and finally beat the champion, a leader of an assassin's guild, the Arcamenel, the challenger was Valanoth Karundir. He became the champion, and found that the arena became tiresome, just fighting newcomers, he left and traveled the world, looking for a place to fit in, he stumbled across the town of Karahes, a town where your looks didn’t matter, just what you did. He settled down, got married, but then on one fateful day a band of brigands pillaged the town. Kyrne tried to fight them off, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed him. When he came to, all he saw was burning buildings and the cold body of his wife. He buried his wife and left the town; he wanders the land, training in his skills, and looking for work as a bounty hunter or mercenary. He will only give his services to those he finds worthy, not to just any ruffian that needs him to do a petty job. He wears the Circlet of Shanahea, given to him by the goddess for his bravery in the Great War of Kalenseth, where he held off an army for 3 days until help could arrive.

Shade the Sheikah

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Name: Shade

Race:Sheikah

Sex:Male

Eyes: Red, like all Sheikahs

Hair: Snow-White, neck-length and messy

Age: has just turned 19 years old

Height:" 5' 6"

Weight:97 lbs.

Wepons: Wields Dual-Swords; The Sheikah Sword, which has a black blade, red hilt, and a red triforce engraved on the blade., and a sword used by his master and he sometimes uses throwing stars.

Magic: He is able to teleport in a flash of light, but it takes a lot of energy and he can only go to places he has been. He is still trying to learn how to control fire.

Clothes:He wears a tight red shirt and black pants, with a long black cape with a hood. He also wears black knuckle gloves.

Armor: He doesn't wear much, just a little black armor covering his torso.

Appearance: He is very thin and has an angled face with pointed ears and slanted eyebrows. His face is serious and he rarely ever smiles. He has large eyes that are very serious. He is very pale from living underground his entire life, and usually has his hood up to block out the sun. He has two sword-sheaths on his back in the shape of an X, and a harp under those. He also has a pouch to hold shuriken.

Family: Mother: Shodai; Father: Herr'jhon; Master: Weik'Herr

Pet: Night, a black hawk found in Hyrule.

Personality: He is very silent and serious, but always has loved to explore. He usually doesn't care what other people think, and prefers to work alone., though he cares for his family very much. He doesn't care what other people think, and speaks whats on his mind, and sometimes can be harsh. He doesn't usually take sides, usually just caring for homself. He gets suspicious very easily. Many times he has felt as if he is the only one with any sense in the entire world.

Strengths: He is very fast and agile and can remain completely silent for hours on end. He usually thinks out every possible out come of a situation before he acts.

Weaknesses: He isn't very strong phsically, and can be easily hurt in a battle. And because he thinks out every possible outcome, he has a hard time making descisions, especially when he has to make them in a rush.

History: Shade was born in the underground city of the Sheikah. THe Sheikah have remained in hiding ever since the Great War when they were nearly wiped out. Shade has always wanted to see the outside world, but was never able to. He was trained with dual swords by master Weik'herr, the greatest swordmaster the Sheikah had ever known.
One day, Shade was restlessly walking around, when he noticed something strange. Upon closer observation he learned that it was a secret passageway! He went in to find a strange temple. He decided to go farther in, and after a while, he found a strange harp of some sort. He decided to take it. Upon picking it up, he had a strange vision. In it, he saw a mysterious figure wrapped in a black cloak. It said, "Shade, destined one, you must find the legendary Sheikah Sword. It is the only way to destroy the evil that is spreading in the world above. It can be found in this temple. When you have that , find the Hero of Time. He will explain the rest. Oh, yes, you must learn this song." It pulled out a harp just like Shade's and played a strange tune. "Remember this song. It will be important. Good luck."
"What the heck was that?!?" shouted Shade. "I must be going mad!" But he knew the vision meant something. He decided to go farther in. Who is the Hero of Time? thought Shade.
A little bit later he came across an inscription that read: Those of pure heart and know the song of the royal family shall be given what has been sealed. Shade played the song he had been taught by the vision. Suddenly, a sword with a black blade with a triforce engraved on it and a red hilt appeared in his hand. "This is it?" said Shade. "A lousy sword! This is the sealed treasure?!?" suddenly he saw another vision. It was the underground city and he saw a man with dark skin fighting his old master. The dark man had killed Weik'herr. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" shouted Shade. This was the dark force the vision-man had told him. He teleported himself outside the temple. Monsters were waiting for him outside. Feeling a new power within himself, he unleashed a massive fireball on them. "How'd I do that?" he asked himself.
He went to his master's house. He cremated Weik'herr's body, and took his master's most prized possesion: His sword. He remembered his old master's words: Never seek vengence, for it and greed are what lead to evil. Find peace within your heart... No, he would not seek vengence, but he would still destroy the evil man who had killed Weik'herr. He would do it because it was his destiny. He sheathed his swords and attached his harp to his belt. He looked around and found a teleporter that the man with the dark skin had forgotten to close, and hopefully it led to the upper world of Hyrule. First he went to check on his family. Thankfully, they were all right. In fact, no one except Weik'herr had been killed. Nobodyhad been injured, and nothing was destroyed. It appeared the evil man had been looking for something... Shade went to the teleporter and went into it. I will find the Hero of time and fulfil my destiny,thought Shade, No matter who gets in my way!
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Name: Zorlo
Age: 19
Race: Human (although he has dormant demon blood in him.)
Sex: Male
Hair: Green, short
Eyes: Green
Weight: 130lbs
Height: 5ft9in

Weapons:Rapier: Zorlo’s main weapon. A long bladed sword made of folded steel making it very strong. The blade is designed to pierce things, like armor, through methods of thrusting. Although not the best weapon to slash with, it can be used to slash with effectively because it is double bladed and the ultra sharp. The grip is black and made out of a light durable material, and the hand guard covers all of Zorlo’s hand, from his wrist across is covered by the top which is slightly extended to protect side attacks, and the guard goes down and covers from his knuckles to his fingertips. Upgrade: In the tournament battle where Zorlo and Chronos fought side by side, Chronos' arm was sacrificed his arm to save Zorlo. After the match, Fragments of the arm were put into the fencer's sword, making it faster, lighter and unbreakable. This sword can't be bent or melted. The hilt can be destroyed for it isn't enchanted unlike the blade. (Thanks again Power Shot)

Short Sword: Heirloom of Kurenkento’s, given to Zorlo by Sakuraneko. Its hilt is engraved with a hunting tiger, its claws unsheathed and teeth bared, surrounded by forest with a ruby imbedded at the end of the hilt. The sheath was red with the black outline of a neko wielding two short swords in a full charge; its arms held bent behind it, ready to strike. The neko was in mid stride with a determined look upon its face. The blade itself was clean, no hint of rust or blood stains. It was double-edged and shaped perfectly to both slice and pierce with ease. This short sword has magical powers, making it unbreakable and unrustable.

Zorlo also carries a dagger that was lodged in his back when he awoke after the battle with Tsuukai Ita. Zorlo carries it to recall the dark warrior and fills him with hopes of fighting the dark warrior once again.

Armor: Chain-mail Shirt: Zorlo’s most basic armor is a shirt of chain-mail that is very tightly woven together and protects the length of his arms, and from his neck down to about his thighs. This armor weighs about eighty pounds and is like the one he used in his days of training with Kurenkento. The main reasons Zorlo uses this armor is for both great protection and so when he removes the armor, he is much faster. (about 1.3 times faster to be exact)

Buckler: Small, round shield that Zorlo straps to his right arm when he uses it. The buckler has a leather strap that goes around the lower arm and a handle where his hand is that allows him to move it easily. Very good as a first line of defense against attacks.

Strengths: Fast, quick individual strikes. Capable of out maneuvering some enemies. Because his armor weighs a great deal, when he removes it, he can move much faster. Very versatile thanks to his training in multiple styles of fencing and his own adapted version of hand to hand combat (hand to hand combat that over laps fencing with basic knowledge of martial arts.). Has become very good at analyzing his opponents. Highly resistant to being dropped from high places or having massive objects dropped on him.

Weakness: Although Strikes are fast, they are not very strong. Also, after a strike, he is tired, so he has a hard time escaping from his opponents counter attack. Unwilling to kill without a good cause, even then he is reluctant. Also is very gullible, this is shown because he is easily fooled by an enemies jest of repentance and things of that nature. Takes balanced damage from all magic, weak vs weapons that cleave, like axes, and things of that nature.

Skills/Magic: Air Slash: (Now with a better explanation) Zorlo’s lack of affinity of magical skill was replaced with hard work. Zorlo cannot use magic at all, and his master had to teach him a way around using magic and still give him the skill to have ranged attacks. The way he did this was by teaching Zorlo how to run his aura through his weapon to draw in the air around him to his blade and form it into a weapon. This attack has a maximum range of about fifty meters (like 60 yards almost) and loses power past about five meters. Expected lasting time is about ten seconds when it leaves the sword. Disburses after it comes in contact with its target. ( a gust created by a powerful slash. loses strength as it travels.)

Zorlo has produced a hand to hand style of combat after his fencing style to use should he be disarmed or feel like practicing hand to hand combat.

The Three styles of Fencing Zorlo knows:

Style One: Dual Wielding: Defense: This style is Zorlo’s most practiced and best style. He uses it first normally, because he has fully mastered it. This style combines Zorlo’s buckler and rapier. It is a great style for counter attacking because the shield and armor Zorlo wear can absorb blows from the attack and then strike back. Poor when it comes to launching an unplanned offense.

Style Two: Dual Wielding: Offensive: This style uses Zorlo’s short sword in his right hand and his rapier. This style is completely designed for offensive. The short sword is great for deflecting attacks, but when he draws close enough to a foe he can strike fast enough to make it hard for them to defend. Zorlo has not fully mastered this style, so he tends to slip up when he tries more complex combat strategies with this style.

Style Three: Single Handed Combat: Zorlo’s most unpracticed style. This style has the most potential to be powerful because it combines amazingly high speed attacks, because Zorlo removes his armor before he begins to use it and has amazing maneuverability like this. This style tends to be the most dangerous because Zorlo tends to push himself harder because he can move faster and wears himself out. This style is excellent vs. slow foes.

Mirage Thrust Rain: for 3 seconds Zorlo repeatedly thrusts his rapier at extremely high speeds at his opponent. This move cause a lot of strain and takes a good amount of energy to use. Because of the speeds you thrust at during this move the places you hit your opponent are random. This attack is best used in Style three.

Personality: Intelligent, active, and filled with initiative. friendly to all he meets. despises evil or acts of horror, such as genocide. Suffers from a fear of becoming evil. Although he is a good swordsman, he would never admit it because he has massive modesty. Very, very gullible. Easily influenced by people who have a sad story, no matter how stupid. Is a vegetarian, does not believe in eating meat, but believes everyone has the right to there own opinion. In battle, relies heavily on his speed to hit first to fight his opponent. After a long battle, he gets frustrated, and begins to make foolish moves.

Appearance: Has short green hair, very pale skin(from living in a frozen land for many years.), to hide his Chain-link armor, and wears an green pants. His eyes are emerald green and reflect truth and sincerity. Has many scars from his years in war spread across his body, Very skinny and medium height, all of his clothing thats not armor is made out of linen for its strength. A green bandana that he wears like a head band. A dark green shirt instead of black. Wears a dark green belt that he holds his swords and buckler, when it is not in use, on this. Zorlo’s rapier is held on the belt just after the first loop of his pant that he runs the belt through. The Short sword is held just behind this, and when he is not using the buckler, it is held behind the short sword. (Rapier is just behind the first loop, short sword just behind the rapier and goes right up until about the second loop and the buckler is behind the second loop.) The sword sheathes have small clips on them so they can be attached to the belt.

History: Zorlo was born in the city of Manjerstrate during the Godland Civil war. born in a family of serfs, his father was conscripted by the The Delta Empires army only 2 years after Zorlo’s birth. His father died in his first battle at Gorland heights two months later from arrow wounds inflicted during the battle. His mother became a farmer to make keep the land that had been given to her by his father. Because Zorlo was an only child, he received much love from his mother, and never asked to know about his father because his mother had hidden his fathers pictures.

One day, almost 10 years after his fathers death, a group of soldiers from the Martiland army invaded and destroyed his childhood home, killed his mother and captured the boy to be a slave. The boy narrowly escapes a very dismal fate that he would have befallen, because he was saved by the legendary Neko fencer Kurenkento, who was a tall and expertly skilled fencer. Kurenkento was a young man when he met Zorlo. Zorlo’s mother brought him up teaching him that good things happen to good people, and good will always be strong as long as one never gave up. She had also taught him that evil would never triumph over evil even in loss. Zorlo has a great fear of becoming evil himself and fights it with everything he has.

Kurenkento left the slaves on there own to escape and return to there lives. but he soon found himself being trailed by a small boy, and after three days of following him, he finally agreed to have the boy travel with him. Thus began Zorlo’s training in the Majestic art of fencing. The master spent 6 years intensively training the young boy into an expert fencer, and improving him as a person. The boy developed a strong sense of justice, but his sense of justice made him gullible and foolish some would say.

During Zorlo’s years in training, Kurenkento mad him wear specially designed chain-mail shirts to greatly increase his speed. Kurenkento started him at twenty pounds when he was twelve and worked him up twenty pounds every two years until Kurenkento died. Zorlo’s chain-mail must be specially made by a blacksmith Kurenkento introduced him to. The blacksmith specializes in creating weighted armor for people to train with.

Kurenkento was killed after six years of training the boy in an attack by the greatest swordsman of the era, named Durtox in a duel. A darkness grew in Zorlo and thus created Zorlo’s feared dark-side. From then on, Zorlo travelled alone to find a way to become stronger than Durtox, and slowly would. His lust for vengeance would get the better of him, as he would kill those who stood in his way until one day, he did battle with a mighty opponent who would have killed him, another man driven by vengeance. This mans name was lost in history.

After that, he realized he should not become strong for the sake of vengeance, but to help people. He began hunting for his Master’s sword that he thought was taken by the man who killed Kurenkento. Such is his grand design, to help anyone in need, and he travels to this day to save and assist anyone who needs it.

He Joined in the Civil war after his realization, as a fencer for Manjerstrate, and fought in many battles to prove himself both powerful as a warrior, and as a leader. In the battle of Kiningrad, in the late days of the war, he saved six men by jumping in front of a barrage of arrows, which nearly killed him, for that he was given the medal of Heroism. A few months later, the long civil war finally ended, but that was enough for him, he now travels, always looking for something to do, and people who can help him train with to get stronger.

Zorlo’s first major life changing event caused when he met the other members of what is now known as the Alliance of Tasogare. This started as a battle which started because of the demon hating girl known as Celia and the samurai known as Nikudemon fighting because he thought that she and the other member other then Zorlo, the half Neko demon Tsukineko were the ones who destroyed the ruined village. The battle between the samurai and the mage demon girl was intense as neither could overwhelm the other.

Zorlo, in a foolish decision decided that he and Tsukineko should fight, just for training purpose, and the two both tested their skills to their limits. In the end, the two decided that they had no reason to fight and stepped in to break up Nikudemon and Celia’s battle. When they did this, Nikudemon transformed and sent Zorlo to get him food to recover the samurai’s diminished strength. Zorlo went hunting and found a boar that he killed and was about to bring back for Niku when he found two demons talking in the woods.

The demon’s spoke of treasure and a map they had that lead to it. Zorlo listened in and got all the information he could use from the stupid creatures. Finally when Zorlo decided to head back, he ran at all speed while the demons slept to get back to the city to warn the others. When Zorlo returned, Celia knocked him out and then the two demons attacked the half demon and the demon girl. After Tsukineko got the food to Nikudemon and he got ready to fight again, the three of them killed one demon and then Nikudemon stepped in to finish the second on his own, which he did with ease. That was when the Alliance was born.

After Nikudemon and Tsukineko gave Zorlo and Celia the map and told them to go get the treasure, the two made it to a village where Zorlo replaced his broke armor and clothing and separated ways and said they would meet up after each accomplished what they had needed to do. For Zorlo, this was fighting the Black rider Tsuukai Ita. The battle was hard fought by both warriors, and ended in a draw. Zorlo cannot wait his next chance to meet with the dark figure again so they can fight one more time.

When Zorlo and Celia finally met up again, they followed the map to the cursed cavern where the legendary Amulet of Aizi was located. After many traps and annoying puzzles, the two made it to the treasure. When Zorlo was “tricked” by Celia into taking it, the demon from inside awoke and began looking for a host to give him life again, he found something much worse. When Zorlo’s dark-side intervened, the dark cretin was freed from Zorlo and combined with the soul of Aizi to form a dark new figure called Kowai Shinu. Zorlo now hunts him to stop the killing spree he is on. Because the essence of Zorlo’s dark-side lived in the scar on his forehead, when the two split, Zorlo’s scar across his face healed.

After the split, Celia helped Zorlo to train to regain all of the power he had lost from the split, and Zorlo met Celia’s brother Nemo. He promised Nemo that he would protect Celia with his life and try to change her and make her hate humans less if at all. Zorlo’s influence has slightly changed the demon girl, but he hopes that he can give her the forgiveness of humanity for what they have done to her.

The two major events that Zorlo has had since he and Shinu split were his meetings with Umi Oni and Sakuraneko. Zorlo’s battle with the devil Umi Oni was where Zorlo began to develop his own style of hand to hand combat, and also, where he met the Hell Demons. These creatures were created to bring back Umi Oni, and Zorlo helped him fight these things. After Umi’s power was unleashed, Zorlo fought a foe who was to much for him and nearly died. Luckily for Zorlo, Umi used his dog killer to bring him back and gave Zorlo demon powers for a short while, although it wasn’t exactly Zorlo who was in control when he had these powers. After Crimson Zorlo (The name I gave to Zorlo when he gained the demon powers for the short while he had them because it turned his Iris’ red and his hair red) dispatched of the female demon who was sent to deal with Umi and Umi killed his father, Umi escaped and the demon powers in Zorlo became dormant, he does not know of them, and the only way for them to be reached his for him to receive more of Umi’s blood or have someone bring the power together again and use it to control him.

Zorlo’s battle with Sakuraneko was one started when she refused to tell him where his master’s legendary sword is and he could not give her the exact location of Tsukineko. Again the hell demon’s appeared and Zorlo had the powerful Mirage Thrust Rain awakened. Before Zorlo passed out from his wounds from Sakuraneko’s last attack asked her to join the alliance. She agreed and gave him one of Kurenkento’s twin short sword because she was impressed with the power he had shown. Sakura now awaits Zorlo to awaken so he can help her find Tsukineko.

Battles/RP's/Training/Char Fic (Chronological order):
Path of the Sword (complete)
The Alliance (Complete)
The Weaker they are, the longer the fight. o.O (Complete)
The Creeping Darkness (Complete)
The Master of Combat (complete)
Zorlo's Training (In Progress)
Daughter of the Encorna (In progress)
The Amulet of Aizi (Complete)
The City that once Lived and the Brave Fencer. (Complete)
The Two that know Kurenkento. (complete)

Upgrades List:
-Expanded Strengths
-Changed appearence
-Extended bio, by a good amount.
-Added a massive amount of detail.

Name- Sakari (pronounced- Sa-Car-ee)

Age- 16

Weight- 100 lbs.

Height- 5ft. 3in

Race- Arainian

Hair- Light Brown

Eyes- Dark Hazel

Appearance-
Her footwear is a pair of Black Vevet Leather boots, not Links kind, the pointy toe kind!

Personality- Definitely Impulsive. She doesn’t care to speak her mind either. If something needs to be said, she’ll be the one to say it. She’s also very bold and brave. She thinks of herself as fearless, and when looking danger in the face she merely laughs! Around others her attitude turns kind of dry, she won’t talk much and she’ll only speak when spoken too unless introducing herself and like I said before when she feels something needs to be said.

Bio- Sakari and her parents lived in Arain, which was a kingdom not far from Hyrule. Arain was overpopulated; poverty was growing because of the lack of jobs. Because of this, Sakari’s family was forced to move to the nearby Hyrule Kingdom. She was only seven when she was forced to leave her home in Arain.

At the age of nine, her parents started to fear for her safety, because of the rampant poverty that was spreading. Crime was everywhere because of Gannons will to take over Hyrule. It is because of this fear that Sakari received her Moonstone sword from her grandparents at this tender age. With the year that this was given to her, came fervent lessons and lectures from her parents and grandparents about using the sword.

After that year, something terrible happened; Sakari’s parents were killed in an accidental fire. A fire that showed no mercy, it ravaged and ripped at the houses, bringing towering structures of wood to the ground with god-like speed. The fire was investigated, for a while; the issue was dropped and ruled an accident. Sakari was only ten, a young girl, who had no idea what was happening, she was outside, playing and practicing with her sword.

Her grandparents were the only two people she had left. They took her in and kept her parents wishes that she be safe. Sakari, at the age of thirteen, started to train herself in using the sword. Every evening, she focused her blows on one old oak tree, determined to make it fall. Alas, her grandparents were old and feeble; they died when Sakari had only turned fifteen.

Enraged by the outcome of her life, she did not attend the funeral, but instead concentrated her anger on the tree. Gripping the sword tightly, she ran towards the tree, and let out an enraged cry. The moonstone glowed, she sped up, within the blink of an eye she was on the other side of the tree, her hand outstretched, eyes wide.

She turned around to only see the tree falling, crashing down, slamming into the ground with a roll of thunder.

She was amazed, looking bewildered at the sword she held, she glanced at the tree. Realizing the power she held in her hands, Sakari ran back to town, only to see her grandparents’ graves were filled, the funeral over. The only movement was a middle-aged lady and her puppy.

“Are you the child these people were taking care of?” She asked.

Sakari only nodded.
“They knew they were going to die, you know,” The lady began, “They asked me to take care of you when this time comes. That time is now.”

“Who are you?” Sakari responded.
“I am… was a dear friend of your grandparents, my name is Myrrh,” She answered, “And this, this is Lasha.” She gestured towards the puppy that was near her feet.

Lady Myrrh led Sakari to her old house, while she walked, she talked, explaining things to the young girl, but the lines that stood out most to her was;

“… I have a son you know.” Myrrh started, “But he’s hardly ever home, he’s employed in the army of the king of Hyrule.”

“Really?” Sakari asked, but she was not really interested

“Yes,” The lady said, eyeing Sakari’s moonstone sword, “he is also skilled at sword fighting, his name is Rhone, and he can teach swordplay as well.”
From then on, every time the young Rhone came home, he taught the young Sakari the art of swordplay.


Weapons- Sakari carries a sword, this sword has an oddly formed blade with a pattern made of rectangles engraved on it. It’s Pommel bears a single Moonstone which gives it its magical power. It was passed down by her family and she received it at age 9.

Skills/Magic-

Graviton- The power of the Moonstone increases filling Sakari’s sword to the brim. The swords Moonstone power affects Sakari’s gravity and allows her to move at immense speeds. But this draws Sakari’s energy leaving her unable to fight.
Stone Charge- The Moonstone makes her even more powerful in strength and jumping, but will only last after a couple blows to herself. After the effect has worn off she kind of slows down, which is really harmful if she hasn’t finished her opponent off yet.


Strengths-She's very skilled with her sword seeing as, she got it at age 9 and has had 7 years to practice and study swordsmanship. She’s also very light, allowing her to “high jump” as she calls it. She can jump to maybe a low roof. Another place she’s skilled in is fighting. The dog lady’s son taught her simple fighting techniques, but the Moonstone gives her power to make those “simple” moves very critical blows.


Weaknesses- Well, one of them is the inability to fight after using Graviton. And the second when she uses Stone charge, after it is worn off she kind of slows down. Another would be lack of logic.Shes smart and all but, she was never taught in school, in Arain it wasn’t a law to send your child to school, they didn’t live close to a school either.

Name: Nikudemon the Pendent Master

Age: 18

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Short black hair with a bandana.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 170 lbs.

Height:6' 0"

Weapon: Two Katana, The sword that he uses the most has a silver hilt with black cloth going around the hilt of the sword to make a diamond design. The diamond design goes up the two sides of the hilt. There is a snake in the middle of the sword‘s blade. The snake is white with it’s mouth open showing it’s two long fangs. The fangs of the snake are red like blood. The blade of the sword is made out of steel, but has a weak shine of light coming off of it. The black sheath has a snake running up along the it, and is white.

Zica the Soul of Shadows katana. This Katana Nikudemon calls Zica the soul of shadows because the sprite that when inside the sword told him that Zica was his name. The sword blade is made out of steel and turn light black when Zica when in it. A pure black snake is on the blade of the sword. The rest of the sword is like the above sword. The sheath that this sword is in is black with red fire spiraling around it.

The pendant that Nikudemon keeps around his neck has a engraving of a white snake and a black dragon. The snake has it mouth on the tail of the black dragon. The dragon as a ball of fire in his mouth looking down on at the snake. On the back of the pendent in red letters in says Master Nikudemon,

Both swords come back to Nikudemon when they are touched by someone that Nikudemon doesn’t want with it. If Nikudemon goes too far away from his swords they will return to his side. Zica burns the hand of any one that try to touch him. Nikudemon can only touch Zica in his Demon of darkness form.

Armor: none

Strength: He can run as fast as a greyhound. He can quickly sheath and unsheathe his sword at a really high speed. The speed that he can move his sword grows the long he keeps fighting. Nikudemon is also really strong even though he normally only use one hand to fight with. He can also transform into a female holy demon and a man demon of darkness at will.

Weakness: Nikudemon gets hurt by magic more then other human do. Though he can swing his sword really fast he can’t do it all the time. Being a human he can be hurt easily by attacks if he doesn’t watch it.

Demon transformation:

Holy demon form strength: The demon gives him more strength and speed then normal. He becomes two times faster then he can normal run. He strength is also double but only when it needs to be. This form also give him a lot of psychical sword skills that he can’t normal use.

Holy demon weakness: The double running speed and strength starts to hurt his body if he uses it too much for too long. This form is weak to magic also and doesn‘t have much magic strength at all. Nikudemon is still get use to having wings so he‘s not very skill in air combat..

Dark demon form strength: The dark demon makes him strong against magic attacks, and magical skills. Also makes him as fast as his holy demon. Also he becomes really strong at using magic attack and skills.

Dark demon weakness: This form is not that strong in physical strength at all. This form can’t fly because it’s wings are make of bone. Just like the holy forum his body his hurting if he keeps using his speed power up.


Skills/Magic:

Quick Draw-he will quickly draw his sword and sheath it back.

Quick Draw Air Vortices- This is a stronger form of Quick Draw where he unsheathe his sword so fast that a vortices forms around the sword.

Quick Step- allow him to run faster than normal for a short period of time.

Snakes Bite- He unleashes his sword demonic energy in a form of a snakes.

Dark form skills/magic:

Black Death- A big black ball of energy form between Nikudemon’s hands.

Death Portal- One or more portals open up and dark lighten bolts shoot out of them. The more portals he make the least powerful the lighten bolt is.

Dark Hell fire- He can make a fire ball in his hand that’s said to be the fire of hell. The flames are black, and hot.

Hell fire slash- The sword Zica becomes coved in black flames.

Holy demon skills/magic:

Holy Sword- The sword shine bright and he can heal himself a little or some one else.

Pure Slash- This move can only be used in holy demon form. His sword fills with demon energy. Then he releases the power in a form of white crescent shape.

Holy Burning Sword- The sword becomes covered in white flames.

Appearance: A short sleeve shirt that’s red with a dragon on the back inside a circle. The dragon green and the circle is a thick black circle. The shirt has two holes in the back right where the shoulder blades would be. The pants red with a blue snake running up the left leg of his pants. A black vest that goes over the red shirt. He wears a bandana that's red and a gold pendant. He is average build with light brown skin with a painting of a dragon on his back and a snake on his left arm. Short black hair that doesn’t even reach down to his shoulders.

Personality: Nikudemon is kind of a laid back loner that’s open to friend but does find many. His favor thing to do is to walk by lake and ocean at night a reflection in the water. He go from town to town getting job and do odd ball things. He has a deep feeling to want to save everyone in the world. His main thing in life is to save as many towns while he still a live. Nikudemon is very smart and will acted dumb if it fit’s the need to be. When fighting he never will act dumb but shows his able to take out an opponent without kill them. When he takes a job, he completes it to the best of his ability. When and if he calls someone a friend or comrade he will fight to protect them, to the death when its necessary. He Finding it hard to find jobs that he will to accept to do because he doesn‘t like killing without reason.

Biography: Nikudemon lived in a small village where he was born. His father was a black smith and his mother was a farmer. Nikudemon used to watch his father forge swords. His father also was a decent swordsmen and always believed that a man should have a reason to kill a man. So he never did business with a man that had no good reason to kill. When Nikudemon was five year old, a customer that Niku's father knew came in with a blood-dripping sword and asked “Hey can you clean this!” He said it while shacking and worry that someone well catch him

“Why does this sword have blood on it,” Niku’s father said looking at the sword wondering what had happen.

“I killed a man. It was over money and I need the sword fixed.”

“You did not have a good reason to kill this man. I refuse to clean and sharpen the sword.”

The man got anger because the black smith had dared tell him what was right and wrong. He was also feared that Niku father would call the authority and tell them what happen. So he let his fear and anger get the best of him and he killed Niku’s father. Niku, went into a rage and with pendant that his father gave him Niku transformed into a demon. Niku killed the man and destroyed the village after that Nikudemon came back to reality. After seeing what he had done and shaking in fear, he went and got his father's sword which he didn't know had a curse on it. The curse would stay with Niku when he took his father’s sword. A curse that for as long as he fights, it make him become hungry and weak but also allow him to control his demon form for 2 minutes. After that it sapped him of his remaining strength, turning back into a human, and leaving him with no energy to fight.

Nikudemon ran to his grandfather's house. “Nikudemon what are you doing here,” his grandfather said.

“I kill everyone grandfather and then destroyed the village,” Niku said still shaking in fear.

“Nikudemon who’s sword is that,” his grandfather said fearing the worst.

“This is my father sword I took it from the house before I left,” Niku said.

“Your father put a curse on the sword to keep the evil pendant from taking control of you and that Nikudemon will now always be cursed.”

After hearing about the curse Nikudemon asked, “Grand father can you train me so that I won’t have to turn into a demon all the time.”

“ Ok, I will teach you how to quickly draw your sword and run faster than normal, but nothing else.”

It took him ten years to learn how to run faster than normal and to draw his sword so he does not cut himself. Nikudemon also learned not kill for no reason because his grand father taught him the same believes that his father believed in. At the age of fifteen, he left saying that he was go to help other people with bandit problems. He is now doing a demon extermination for a village.

After coming across some strange character he join the newly formed group and they called it The Alliance of Tasoger. The group tried to kill each other and then came together to kill two stupid demons. He started to travel with a half cat demon that goes by the name Tsukineko. After have a short battle with Tsukineko he discovered that the half cat demon still had much to learn. Then after fighting others he also learned that he had much to learn. After traveling he develop a new way to strike faster he called the skill Fast Cutter.

At again he met he’s friends again when his pendent was messing with his mind. His grandfather tough him quickly on this trip that he forgot his one hand sword fighting. After this Nikudemon drop his new skill that he thought was fast, but found that fighting with one hand with much faster. Nikudemon also Mastered his Holy demon on this trip.

After meeting up with a Dark Elf named Ryoko that seems to be in a bad mood at the time, and a mage name Arian. They where took to a new world called Selain where after a long travel Nikudemon fought a red dragon. The dragon was strong, but Nikudemon master his dark form, becoming the master of his pendent. He also found feeling for the Dark Elf and almost die trying to protect her.

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Name: Tsuukai Ita
Age: 35
Race: Human yeah thats right human *Snicker*
Sex: Male
Hair: Long dark purple hair. Usually tied back.
Eyes: Pure black
Weight: 210 pounds
Height: 6’1

Theme song-In The Presence of Enemies-Dream theater (Part 1)(Part 2)

Weapon:Sciomachy: His saber's name directly translates into "fighting with shadows". The orgin of this blade are unknown, even to Tsuukai. Its design is fairly basic as far as saber's go, other then a strange symbol -which looks like a snake eating its own tail- is engraved into it's hilt. The blade itself is made from an unknown tempered metel, and while tsuukai has had the blade for many years it has yet to break, crack, or rust making it look brand new. It is also assumed that the Sword has at least a few magical properties, as it is needed for Tsuukai to preform his most powerful skill.

With that he also carries a short bow on his back, and a full quiver of black tipped arrows. The black tip does nothing more then warn people who it it, and have no magical powers.

Also he carries eight short throwing daggers. If by some unseen luck, his weapon is thrown from his hand they can double as hand to hand weapons, until he can retrive his blade.

Emerald: On Tsuukai's belt he has a belt buckle that is made out of an emerald, now while in itself the emerald has no power in it holds the spirit of a powerfull being, that is known only as "The Dark Master". While trapped in the emerald the dark master has no powers that effect the physical world (Aside from zapping people who touch it) The Spirit held can talk to people telepathicaly, and is able to temporarily lend someone a piece of his power, though this only happens roughly once every year. (Short Bio below)

Armor: He wears light silver chain mail now, as an extra precassion. You can never be to safe.

Strengths: His strength, speed, and enduance are far more then any normal human being, as is his highly advanced mind. He is a genius in most sense, able to do complicated math problems in a matter of seconds, and being able to survey his enemies quickly in order to find there weakness. He is an olympic or higher level fencer, boasting never to have been beaten in a one on one match (though that is only a half truth). Along with that his reaction time is so fast it often it borders on prerecognition.

Weakness: He is over confident which can sometimes lead to mistakes because he overlooked what they where capable of. While he usually stays calm in a battle when he does get angry he becomes careless leaving many opening. He also has a dis advantage in extremely bright lights, as he needs shadows to preform his more advanced techniques(Thous this weakness can be challenged by the fact he is able to lower the lighting in a certain space, however this take energy)

Skills/Magic:

• Flight: His only abilty that is not part of the shadow magic spectrum. He focuses his energy downwards with enough force to cancel the effects of gravity, allowing him to fly above the ground. There are virtually no limits to this ability, and takes very little effort to do.
  
  
• Shadow Ball: His main magical attack involves focusing the shadow energy around, and or in him to form a condensed sphere of shadows. This is then blasted at th e directed target usualy with an explosion at the end. The magnatuid of the explosion, and the size of the sphere all depends on how much power he choses to put into it. The whole process takes a fractin of a second to complete.
  
  
• Black shield: Usuing the same method as above he creates a nearly impenatrable black sheild. The size, and shape is up to question as he can change it at will, but as you have no doubt guessed it takes more energy the bigger the sheild. While this sheild is strong, it is possible to break it with a powerful enough attack.
  
  
• Shadow chain: A unique attack used for various pourposes. He shoots chains of pure shadows out of his wirst. They can be used for anything from melee attacks to pulling him to an area faster, or tieing up an enemy. It is possible to break these chains with enough force.
  
  
• Into The Shadows: He can travel to an alternate demension through shadows. In this relm he can travel back through any shadow, and time moves faster for him, making it seem like he is telepoting if done fast enough. This means he can actualy travel through any shadow based attack (Given they are big enough to fit through). Just a warning.
  
  
• Sense:He is able to sense energy. When someone with high energy is near he gets a numb headach for a second. He closes his eyes and is able to see the figure where ever it may be. He also can sense when a opponent is powering up a high energy attack. The downside is his eyes must be closed to activate it leaving him vurnable to non magical attacks.
  
  
• Infernal Shadow Binding: The only one of his magical attacks that requires him to actually chant the name of the attack. Upon recognition up to five large shadow tentecals emerge from the shadows surronding whomever it was directed at. As you probably guessed from the name the purpose of these tentecals are to trap, and entwine the enemy. They can grow to nearly any length, but have a time limit of 30 seconds, and can be cut with enough force.
  
  
• Aedificium Umbra: (Thats the name I've given this move, Tsuukai doesnt have a name for it) this is a fairly simplistic yet powerfull move. He enhances any of his weapons with shadow given them far greater strength (EX: His sword while in this form shoots a twirling wave of shadows energy, while his arrows move faster, and hit with the impact of a small explosive)

-------Shadow Wave: Either by swinging his blade, or just using his hands tsuukai creats a wave of shadow energy that loves in a straight line untill it hits a target in an explosion. This is sort of a more powerful form of charging his blade with shadow energy.

• Shadow Manipulaton: Along with these skills he is able to actually craft object from shadows, like swords, or chairs. All depends whathe wants, of course it takes more energy to make larger objects. Also he is able to make shadows larger, and even cause the brightness in the area to go down, with enough energy making it almost night, which of course leads to his advantage.

Common Uses
-------Shadow Spear: He creates a five foot tall basic battle spear. The tip is pointed, and the staff is long and rounded. Due to the fact it is made out of metel the entier composition is the eaxct same density, and strength as opposed to a real spear whose staff portion would be weaker. This spear is able to explode on command, but it also has the ability to link with two, or more others spear in a energy chain in order to add an extra boost to the explosion.

--------Shadow Blade: Tsuukai has two different types of shadow blades he can create. He first is a near replica of his origional blade, in everything from size, to density. The other is a four foot long double edged blade. Unlike Tsuukai replica saber this blade is able to explode on command, and often Tsuukai will throw it forward exploding it in mid air to form a cloud of smoke.

--------False Arm: During Tsuukai's battle with the Aura Master, Tsuukai had his left arm burned almost completely off, so Tsuukai molded a shadow arm. Like all shadow creations this one is also able to exp,ode in a furry of purple flames, however due to the fact it is actually attached to his body he rarely does. This flase arm also gives him extra strength in that arm. Tsuukai usually wears a glove on this hand to hide that fact it is not real, incase he needed to use it to his advantage.

• Shadow Mine: Tsuukai creates a small goo like that he plants on the ground. These act as a sort of mine. There are two different types of mines Tsuukai can create. The first is a sort of remote mine, exploding when Tsuukai snaps his fingers, and the other is a proximity mine, so when anything touches it, or gets withen a three inch diameter of it, it will explode. The two different types looks exactly the same, only Tsuukai can tell them apart.
  
  
• Pure black: He rarely uses this. He focuses his energy, and acutally transformes into what looks like a shadow. In this form his claok, and hair wave around as if being blown by a fierce wind, and his eyes glow a brightly. His power increase for both his magical, and physical attacks, as well he can heal himself from most minor wounds before he even losses a drop of blood. It enhances every aspect of him, but can only be held for a certain time limit, which varies depending on the damange he's taken. Usually between 15-45 minutes.
  
  
• Purple Mist: Tsuukai enchanting, and destructive final form. There are two requirments to use this manuver. The first is that he must be in his pure black form before using, and the second: Is that he must have his blade in his hand. Once verbally activated a purple mist (as you no doubt have expected) is expelled from the very bottom of his blade. This blankets over tsuukai, and covers him completely from sight, when the fog is blown away he has a much different apperance. His body is still mostly black, but is covered in strange cryptic violet markings. He Physically looks much bigger, his height reaching about 6'6. His back now has three large spikes lining the center of it, as well as two horns atop his head, all of which deep purple in color. Along with all these changes his eyes now glow red instead of white, giving him a very demonic apperance. All of his other abilites increase as well, from strength, to mind. Unless you are exdrodinarily powerful you will never see this form.

Abilites:
--------Spikes: The main advantage this stage in power are the three spike that line his back. These three has the ability to mutate themselfves to various different appearnces used for attack and defnse. The two most common uses of this ability are the Spide form, and the Sheild form. In the Spider form the spikes on his back split apart to make about six different apendegizes. They then streatch out to form six long skiny spider like legs that lift Tsuukai off the ground. These legs are also able to extend, and pierce through anything at a blinding speed. Since these legs are able to extend he is able to use them to preform various acrobatic moves without blinking any eye. The Sheild form however is much more simplistic, the spikes spread out around him, covering his entire body in a dome like sructer that is unbreakable. The only weakness his mutating spikes is that once they are hit with eough force they have to retreat to their origional state before they can move again.

Apperance: Tsuukai has a very ominous appearence, both physically, and in Attire. He is a rather large man, not only in height, but also in his large build. He usually wears a large thick cloak. This cloak reaches just an inche above the ground. It has three sections, the interior, and exterior of the cloak are made from a thick cloth material. While the inside layer is made from sturdy studded leather making it hard to cut through giving Tsuukai a form of protection. This cloak has sleeves unlike most, and is wide enough to wrap around his entire body of nesccesary. The hood of his this draps over his eyes just enough to farm a deep shadow over his eyes, which can hide his appearence if needed. The entire weighs Tsuukai down a little bit, but he is strong enough for it to have little to no effect. Also he now only has one arm after his battle with Zorlo, but Tsuukai formed a arm out of shadows as his replacment left arm. He usually wears a white glove over this hand, leaving many not to realize that it is a fake. His entire body is actually very tan, despite the fact that most of his body is rarely exposed to direct sunlight. He has deep black eyes, and his hair is long and purple, usually drawn back into a tightly. Most of his weapons are hidden by his cloak other then his blade which is always in its sheeth at his waist.

Personality: Tsuukai is a man plagued by the torment of everyday life. He is cold, and listless, and finds pleasure in nothing of everyday life. He finds nearly all things triffling, and dull, and despite his highly educated mind rarely cares about the details outside of battle. When people speak to him, he listens, but rarely care often repling in short monotone replies almost always cold in nature. Nothing really amuses him, and you can be certain that if you see him laugh he is faking it. He almost always feels depressed and lonely, for no real reason. It is as if a part of him was missing, leaving him cold.

There is only one thing that can break his cycle of depression and cynicalism, and that is battle. When in battle he feels compltete, as if the part that was missing from him was found. He greatly enjoys battle, and in them he is happy, at least a little bit. He is fearless in battle, death not being an issue for him, as he finds the more dangerous the situation the more stimulation his mind gets. He stops at nothing for victory, going to the extrems to acheive it in a way he deems “enjoyable” to the point that he was lower his energy in order to fight weaker opponents.

Though lately he has learned that there might be another way to acheive peace rather then fighting endlessly, he has yet to find it. So untill he learns the truth he seeks out strong opponents to amsue him.

History:
This is the history of the world told in an ancient book, the truth of this book however is debatable. Long before time began there where five gods and five goddess. They where charged with the tasks of creating the imhabatints of all the universes, but they could not decied, and a war broke out. in the midst an idea was purposed, and all agreed. They created one man using half of their power each, and gave him the responsiblity. However after his task was complete they all feared him, but they couldn't retrive their powers, so instead almost all of his powers where locked away in a tower. This tower goes by many names the one used here is the eternal tower.

With his mighty powers the gods created the eternal tower. They put his granted powers in there for all to see their might. One day however a great wizard entered the tower and stole some of the power. After trying to take more a great warrior with the sword of entrapment attacked him. Defeating the wizard he trapped his soul in an emerald never to be seen again.

But the warrior was tempted by the power and took some for him. With the power he took over the world for his own. Until one day a boy came and trapped him with the same weapon the warrior used so long ago. He trapped the warrior into a silver cross and then the boy sacrificed his life to seal the eternal tower. The gods made three keys to the tower so only one who had those three could open it. The keys where the emerald of evil, the cross of light, and the sword of entrapment. Only with these three could one gain entrance to the eternal tower.

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Tsuukai’s mother was Japanese and his father was English. His mother was the one to name him. His name roughly meaning thrill, pain

He Grew up in very well to do family and had a very normal childhood. After completing his education and being the highest in his class he decided to take a different root then the one his parents laid out for him.

He started by stealing his town’s most precious object. An emerald that now is placed on his belt buckle. But before he could skip town an old friend named Ralph stood in his way. After failing to talk his way out Ralph drew his sword even through he knew he could not win because Tsuukai was a fencing champion and black belt in ti jit sue (sp).

Ralph was quickly defeated when Tsuukai stabbed his blade through Ralph's leg. He stole a horse and ran to Germany where temptation took him and once again he went back to his stealing ways. This time he took the silver cross now around his neck. The authorities came quickly this time he shoots three of them with his bow killing one of them. He was chased for five day he was finally was caught there was only one man who was still chasing him.

The man charged with his sword at Tsuukai only to be blocked by Tsuukai own blade. Not knowing Tsuukai skill with a sword he foolishly continued the fight. Tsuukai dominated the fight almost killing the man many times. When he was about to finally kill the man Tsuukai was hit by a powerful fire spell from the man. He was shoot on to his back by the power his sword flying too far to reach. The man stepped on to Tsuukai chest pinning him down with his sword on Tsuukai heart about to push down when suddenly the man was stabbed by a dagger and the man fell limp. As Tsuukai grabbed his sword and jumped on his horse he ran far away.

He was nomad never staying in one place for two long. Still a thief and is always ready to shut somebody's big mouth. Often referred to as the black rider he is feared by many and loved by none. Although a thief he will still fight for others if he feels there opponent has an unfair advantage.

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After many years of fighting Tsuukai had two of the three keys he sought and almost had the third. Until he was slain by a young girl. However the emerald of evil still had the soul of the black wizard. The wizard revived Tsuukai and taught him the power of shadows. Using this power he sought the girl with the sword of entrapment in hopes to steal it and finally enter the eternal tower and challenge the gods for all the worlds.

However he soon lost track of his goal. The publicly named "Master of Shadows" Was sought after by the evil, and ingenious Queen Stacia. He soon found himself on the small greek island of Crete, and this is where he met the girl that would change his life. Little did he know that thid girl would bring about his downfall...

After traveling for months, and enduring many hardships the pair found themselfs at Stacia's Palace. However it was a trap, ordering Maria away, Tsuukai took on the combined powers of Shinu, Stacia, and Nekatsuki, noly to fail, and be infected.

After a battle with his Rival Zorlo, he returned to his senses just in time for him, Zorlo, and Maria to be blindsided by the Evil Shinu. After Maria confessed her feelings, she was felled in battle, and nearly killed, giving Tsuukai enough reason to defeat Shinu. After he, and Zorlo finshed off the demon, he brought Maria to a near by hospital. After about a week Tsuukai, and Maria left, and continued their next journey. Where too? Only the gods in heaven know.





Name: To this point Unknown, though he Goes by The Dark master, or something to a similar effect.

Age: Unknown, he joked about being 1,000,000 at a time.

Race: Presumed Human, but once again this should be taken with a grain of salt.

Sex: Male.

Hair: His hair is long and unruly, and according to tsuukai "So dark it was as if it sucked all the light out of the room"

Eyes: Blood Red.

Weight: Impossible to guess.

Height: Varies.

Weapon: Once again his sword is unknown, for no living being has ever seen him take it out of its sheeth, but judging from the hilt, it appears to be in the style of a long Gladius.

Armor: None

Strengths: His strengths plain and simple lay in brute strength, magic, and shadows. As simple, or incompletele as it stands those are the only things that Tsuukai was able to gather from him.

Weakness: To this point unknown.

Skills/Magic: Error 402: section /darkmaster/skills/magic not found.

Appearance: The only physical appereace of the “Dark Master” showed him as a form very similar to that of Tsuukai's “Pure Black” form. Weither or not this is her real form remains to be seen. It should be noted that he was seen holding the Long White Blade that tsuukai has invisioned many times before. (See “Broken Blades” for more details)

Personality: Judging by the fact he is eternaly imprisoned then i would have to say he is harsh and evil. Tsuukai discribes him as a harsh teacher, yet a proficent one. He seems to have an unprecedented understanding of the human mind, and is able to manipulate almost anyone to his own ends. not much else is known.

Biography: Its a Secret to everyone.



Battle Rank
Player: Puck the Trickster
Character: Tsuukai Ita
Innate Element: Shadow
Overall Rank: VII
Strength: VII
Defense: V
Elemental: VIII
Speed: VI
Skill: IX

Quotes:

"You have grown both in strength, and maturity since last we met" Said to Zorlo.
"It was an honor Zorlo,”
"Believe none of what you hear, and half of what you see,”
“You talk with your foot in your mouth,”
“My name is already written in the sands of time, you cannot change that,”
“The promise of power made me mad, having a taste of that power only made it that much worse."
“What has your hope brought you so far? I am not dead, I will not die, your ‘hope’ is in vain."
“As long as I get to taste blood, I would fight in the pits of hell,”
“Death is not like the sand in an hour glass, or a clock on the wall. Death is like a bolt of lightning, you never know when its going to hit, and you are rarely prepared for it.”
"I was born a free man, and am forever in chains."
"I fight therefor I am.

Name: Sheridan

Age: 29

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: A deep, chestnut brown. His hair is long and unruly, reaching his shoulders. He doesn’t comb or fix it, as it is in his nature to let it be wild.

Eyes: A deep penetrating green.

Weight: 204 lbs.

Height: 6’2

Weapon: He wields a great claymore in one hand, displaying his power and striking fear into his enemies. It stands with a 36” blade and has a leather wrapped handle with brass guard and pommel. It has no sheath but a large leather belt is tied around him and used as one, hugging around the guard and resting the sword on his back. The first 3” of the blade away from the guard are also wrapped in leather to make it easier to handle and insure that it doesn’t damage its belt. He also carries large hatchets made of wood and sharpened rock, usually he makes these while he is in the wild. They are usually used as a throwing weapon and are relatively easy for him to make.

Armor: He carries a large wooden tower shield with an inscription of his name in Gaelic around the top rim. The shield is shaped like an oval and protects most of his body; it has iron rims and a circular iron buckle in the centre that has an engraving of a horse as a symbol of Epona. He wields this with extreme skill and may also use it as a weapon. He has no other armor beyond it however and beyond naturally strong constitution, he has no other form of defense.

Strengths: As a child of Epona, Sheridan is a very fast runner and a savage fighter. Although losing his godly abilities, he still has unnaturally great strength, stamina and skill. He is strong, aggressive, graceful, and very thick-headed. Fighting like a wild man, the warrior’s strategy is very unpredictable. He is a survivalist and a hunter, making him an expert of combat in the wilderness. He can build effective traps and is a good shot with anything but a bow. He can hurl rocks, spears, and anything heavy that would hurt to be hit in the head with…..but he can’t shoot a bow! If he is inspired to do something, his conscience will drive him to death for it.

Weakness: He is thick-headed which makes him very stubborn and gives him a one-track mind. He is intelligent enough, but can be outwitted if he doesn’t know his surroundings. He is easily spooked by things he doesn’t understand but is also curious (so say a futuristic character points a gun at him, he might be startled by it then come up and look in the barrel to see what it is.) His unpredictability makes strangers question his motives and he often scares potential allies into seeing him as a threat. A foe that appears much greater then him will terrify him and he may run from them. One who recognizes and follows the Gaelic Celt beliefs will instantly turn against him and may attempt to murder him, due to the disgrace he was to the gods. His lack of armor makes him vulnerable to attacks that make it past his shield.

Skills/Magic: As a child of Epona, Sheridan has extremely close ties with animals, especially horses. He has the ability to speak with horses and can communicate slightly with other animals (he can give them a sense of danger or tell them where a potential threat is) Also he can build traps in the wild out of whatever his surroundings are. This ability can be extremely dangerous while he is in a forested area due to the thick brush and resources available to him.


Appearance: He has a fair colored skin, but is often ravaged with dirt. He wears a kilt of the MacDonald Clan of Scotland. He has a thin beard that reaches around his cheeks and meets at the bottom of his jaw line. It comes up into a mustache over the lip and leaves all but the cheeks and area above his neck covered. He is large and burly, yet still lean and swift. He wears a white, cloth shirt with a MacDonald Clan tartan wrapping around his right shoulder and waist. He has a Celtic pendant of a pentagram that he wears around his neck. He also wears a pair of large leather boots that reach up to the middle of his calf and hug his feet when he runs.

Personality: Again, he is stubborn and wild at heart. This attitude leads him to think whatever he wants and not be open very open to other ideas besides his own. He is headstrong and a little overconfident in his abilities. He is also hearty and kind to those who respect nature and the people who enjoy life for what it is. He is soft and caring, but doesn’t like to show it. He is unpredictable in combat and that often scares his comrades due to the risks he takes when acting. He has a deep love for his horse Equos and treats the horse as an equal if not a hierarch to himself.

Biography: Sheridan was born is a small urban village in northern Scotland; The son of a rich and prosperous chieftain, seen as a leader and hero to the people of the village. His mother was the Gaelic goddess Epona (not to be confused with Link’s horse you Zelda loving hippies!) and given as a gift to the people. He was destined to grow up to be a powerful leader and possibly even a councilman of the Scottish king.

Unfortunately, due to his mother’s wild nature and primal instincts, he never studied politics and never cared much to leading people. He cared more for the idea of letting things work themselves out and never understood the purpose of government. Whenever he was supposed to be studying, he would often be found talking to trees and animals. Often, he would run off into the woods and sleeps on the cold earth, listening to it breathe and the stories it told him: Stories of Scottish heroes, Gaelic monsters, and adventure. Such tales exited the young boy, and inspired him to be an adventurer. These actions lead people to see the child as mad, and even his father grew worried for him when he acted like a horse running around the town. Such activity was far inappropriate for a young nobleman’s son!

As he grew, so did his curiosity and hunger for adventure, often finding himself in trouble due to his behavior and growing as a bother to the people. Eventually, they were all sickened by his actions, sure that he would never suffice as a leader and was a gift that failed to be of any use. Disgraced by the failure of the child, even his mother turned her back on him. Such a mistake surely would harm her reputation among the other gods and lead to questionings among her followers. Taking his immortality and much of his godly power, his mother abandoned her care for him. The damned abomination would die as a mortal and rot in the netherworld for all eternity. By her hands, his life would have no purpose and he would be buried in the sands of time; his place in history forever forgotten. Alone and ashamed, he left from his home with nowhere to go and nothing but a sack of food and the clothes on his back.

No matter where the child went, the people would throw him from their villages and curse his name. The only companions he still had were the animals; none of who cared what role he was meant to play in society and enjoyed his company. He was especially fond of horses and the nymphs of the forests. He began to traveling through the forests and woodlands looking for a place that he might be able to call home. The forests of Edinburgh welcomed the young man and became such a place as he began to weaken from travel.

The nymphs of the forests began to raise him as their own, teaching him to find a balance between good and evil, and to understand the spirit of all things. He devoted himself to the Pagan teachings and was taught to fight and honor nature by the forest spirits. The nymphs recognized his urge to travel however, and knew he longed for more then what they could offer him. When the time came for Sheridan to leave, the nymphs bestowed upon him 3 gifts.

The 1st gift was a chestnut horse, a great Scottish steed that would bring shame to the animal of any nobleman! However, the animal would have no saddle and no name. For if Sheridan gave it such, it would mean he claimed ownership over the horse, which would not be tolerated and the horse would leave him. Instead, Sheridan would simply refer to him as Equos, meaning horse in the old tongue.

The 2nd was a great tower shield of pure wood and steel derived from the forest. It had his name engraved into it and the symbol of his mother. This shield would not only defend him from enemies, but ensure that he remembered who he was and where he came from.

The 3rd was a pendant of a Celtic pentagram; this gift was a symbol of his faith and divinity. To insure that all knew what he was and where he was from: A symbol of the forest that showed and reminded how close he was to nature, no matter how for from it he ventured.

With these gifts, and a great sword he stole from his father years ago when he was banished from his old home, Sheridan set out with Equos to explore the world.

“Maybe I will be given the chance to redeem myself,” he thought as he set out. Little did he know the wonders that awaited him beyond his homelands…

*approved by LadyElvenArcher*

Name: Kellson

Age: 20

Race: Human.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Shaggy black hair that stops a bit above the shoulders.

Eyes: Dark brown.

Weight:185 lbs

Height: 6 foot 2 inches.

Theme Song: Sic - Slipknot

Weapon: Everything is a weapon. A wall, a piece of fruit, furniture...it really depends on his surroundings. However, he owns two swords (one long and one short), a belt full of knives, a spear, and occasionally a small crossbow and pouch of bolts. Recently, he has carried the crossbow, sword and only a few knives, along with newly aquired brass knuckles. His father was the Captain of the Watch in his town, so he had training with various weapons. There is nothing magical about anything to do with him. Magic waters down the experience.

Armor: Leather chest armor (called klibanion) with light chain mail underneath, as well as vambraces and greaves. Recently, Kellson discarded the klibanion in favor of stronger chainmail (he keeps the unused armor at the Dome).

Companion: Kellson travels with a small but ferocious hedgehog named Spiny Norman. He suspects that Norman is somehow magically touched, because he grows larger whenever he, Norman, deems that a bigger, stronger body is better. His biggest growth so far has been the size of about two polar bears.

Strengths: He has been divinely gifted with wings. God has not yet deigned to say why. Kellson also has been taught swordplay from his father (the aforementioned Captain of the Watch) and various shadowy figures that came to his town to rest on their assorted travels. He has a very suspicious mind and always assumes the worst, which is sometimes bad (See weaknesses), but it means that he is rarely taken by surprise. The regicide is also amazingly strong because he has been able to exercise and train constantly. He's punched through a tree, to give you a measure of power. Because he can never tire, he's able to swing his swords with incredible strength and blinding speed -every- strike. He's ballin'.

Weakness: Kellson is extremely cynical and, for that reason, limits his number of friends. His cynicism has led to a slight paranoia of being attacked in the calmest places (although he likes fighting, because really, everything else is boring). However, his alliance with the possibly magical hedgehog Spiny Norman has lessened this, because the animal will inflate when an attacker nears. He procrastinates on things he doesn’t want to do and is sometimes a trifle lazy. Finally, he loves to be a swashbuckling hero, so he can’t resist an opportunity to, uh, swashbuckle. It isn’t vanity. It’s the enjoyment of life by pulling off outrageous stunts.

Skills/Magic: 1) Black wings that work.
2) Recently, the Angel Gabriel gave him a power that many angels have acquired, with which Kellson can give people a blast of godly energy that sends things flying but doesn't actually hurt them. It's better as stunning or off-balancing foes, or throwing them into hard objects. Another downside is that it takes about several seconds to recharge.
3) In a dangerous expedition (funnily enough, his teacher called it a field trip), Kellson won a magical amulet by permanently incapacitating a hellspawn centaur. The amulet grants him the power of unending strength; he will never stop fighting unless he either chooses or is in too much pain to continue. While the amulet does not give him the strength to, for example, uproot a 100 foot tall tree, it does gradually increase his overall strength, making him stronger every passing day in small increments.

Appearance: Kellson has shaggy black hair that falls to his shoulders, and is clean shaven. This lack of beard makes the twin scars on either cheek more visible (a result of battling a demonic monkey), but he doesn't mind, prefering to remember that he needs to guard his head better. He wears a dark purple headband...just because. His eyes are dark brown, almost pure black when there is little light. He's burned off just about every ounce of fat imaginable; he's ripped. He wears a simple tunic and breeches, along with his rust-free chain mail underneath, vambraces, and greaves. For traveling, he owns a worn cloak of mottled olive-green and mud brown that blends with most environments; in recent times, he discarded this for a black trenchcoat. Unlike his other clothes, his boots are a dusty black, with thin soles and have straps rather than buckles. He ‘reads’ the ground through the boots, to get a sense of the area he is going through. He wears his short, curved sword on his back. He sometimes wears two belts crossed across his chest that have knives strapped in them. His crossbow, smaller and sleeker than normal, has a sling over his cloak for easy reach.

Kellson's picture (By 1)ragon11, huzzah)

Personality: Again, he acts like a hero from a book, except deep down he knows that the books are just enormous lies and don’t give you the behind-the-scenes look at what they’re thinking. In reality, he's more of an antihero. When he travels, everything and anything can be used as a weapon. For instance, you can use a chicken bone to glass someone in the face. Kellson likes to wait for the other person/persons/etc. to make the first move, so he can see where they messed up and how to capitalize. He also likes to prove people wrong. Someone has to, right? He's fairly cynical but is deeply Christian (although he interprets the Bible to suit his needs). If he meets someone, it doesn't matter if they're battling or talking; he'll be caustic and sardonic, mouthing off a lot.

Biography: Kellson was born in an average town, nestled in the comfortable hills of Armenia, to the Captain of the Watch and a rugmaker, Vartan and Katia. Their only child, the couple were delighted to introduce Kellson into the world. At the age of seven, Vartan began instructing him in how to use a dagger. A year later, Kellson bought his first sword.

Although he was to young to help his father at the Watch, he sat on the sidelines and watched the training of the new recruits (the Watch doubled as a militia as well as a police force) and learned. Travelers, roaming through the hills and mountains, taught him lessons in the uses of other, less common weapons and various skills, like how to track, skin, and cook animals in the wild.

Years passed. A month after Kellson’s fifteenth birthday, a bloodied stranger staggered into town from the west. The townspeople hastily gave him a room and a hot meal in the tavern, and soon, he was well enough to tell his story. He gave word of new armies amassing in the west, and heading in this direction. They left no survivors and left the bloody carcasses to rot and be eaten by the crows, he said, eyes wide with horror, staring past the crowd into the distance. Those that were taken prisoner were given one crust of bread and sip of water in the space of two days, and no one lasted more than a week without starving to death. Their bodies, the man said sadly, were left by the crows and vultures, because the long march coupled with the lack of food left nothing edible but the eyes and the marrow of the bones.

“What will we do if they come here, Dad?” Kellson asked as they returned home.

“We can run, fight, or die.” His father sighed, then ruffled his son’s messy raven hair. “We should put out a list of who is fat for the vultures.”

Kellson laughed. “Gallows humor.” It took away from the gravity of the situation.

Three months later, the armies attacked. It was an hour before dusk when they struck, lighting fire to the houses on the outskirts of the road to the west. Vartan had grabbed his armor and weapon, ran out the door, and said goodbye to his son.

“Kellson, I’ll probably die today.” It took him so by surprise, Kellson could say nothing.

“I doubt your mother will survive, either, but you are young, Kell You can’t die yet. I want you to run, now, while the Watch and I distract the army.”

Kellson regained his tongue. “What? They can’t kill you, Dad! They can’t. It isn’t fair! I’m not leaving.”

“You must!”

Kellson shook his head, a tear trickling down his cheek unchecked. “I don’t fear death. I just ain’t in a hurry for it. But if I gotta die, I want to with you! I won’t run! It isn’t fair!”

“Neither is this,” Vartan said, and knocked him in the head with his sword hilt.
***
When Kellson awoke, the village was destroyed. No one lived. His father’s crossbow lay discarded on the ground, along with its sack of bolts. His body lay sprawled across the dirt with a spear thrust through. Kellson stared, and picked up the crossbow, and the spear that was through his father’s body. Turning east, he walked away, with the dying sun behind him.
The man who had given the town the news of the invaders was in a pub when, through the clamor, he heard a strange tale. A fifteen year old boy had shot the second-in-command of the army through the eye and into his skull. The boy had disappeared.
***
Kellson woke up to find a hedgehog poking his nose with its snout.

“Argh!”

The hedgehog snuffled.

“Go on, little spineball. Go away.”

Snuffle, snuffle, sneeze. Sniff.

Kellson shook his head and got up, munching on his rationed portion of bread and meat. The hedgehog sniffed the remaining bread.

“No. No, I won’t give you any. No. No! ” he said, as the hedgehog looked at him sadly. “You know what? Fine. Take some bread. Here. Now go.”

An hour later, he turned and saw the hedgehog waddling behind him.

Two days later, he turned and saw that the hedgehog was still trailing him.

A week later, he turned and that cursed hedgehog was still there.

Two weeks later, the hedgehog, newly christened Spiny Norman (Spiny for obvious reasons, and Norman after a Viking boy he had met while travelling), was sitting comfortably on his shoulder.

Kellson continued to travel on aimlessly through the world. One day, he woke up to find that he had a large pair of wings poking out of his shirt. It must be a gift from God and Jesus, he thought. I am blessed, and my, oh my, this will be fun. Thank you.

Tales began to swirl about a young angel and his familiar who roamed the land.

Kellson leaned back in the tavern one night, and decided that he liked the rumors and stories. If only there could be more. With more, he could maybe find some people to help him hunt down the army from the west and kill their leader, just for fun. With that story, surely there would be people wanting other despots and whatnot killed . Kellson, Anarchist/Regicide for Hire. He liked the sound of it...

Recently, Kellson has had various experiences with Death, two major residents of Heaven, and the mysterious and powerful Trousers of Time. Oh, and God. He went a' questing with his teacher, Cadenza Madrigal, and his two fellow students, TDC and Jhans Frenn to find treasure.

Battles:
-Red Moon (Finished)
-The Moon Hunt (Finished)
-Of Men and Gods (In Progress)
-Sea to Bloody Sea (Finished)

Roleplays/Quests:
-Field Trip!!! (Completed)
-A Red Feather, A Black Feather (In Progress)

Character Fiction:
-Angels on the Sideline (Holy smack, revived.)

Approved by Aerixeth.

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Name: Seth Raine

Also Known As: The Flaming Lance

Age: 19

Race: Human

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Dark red.

Height: 6 feet 3 inches

Weight: 160lbs (normally) 230lbs(When wearing his armor)

Weapons: A bright red lance with a tip made of silver. (Hence his nickname)

Armour: He wears a light, black and white mythril armour, suitable for a sky knight. It is very strong and cannot be torn easily, but it can be pierced by sharp objects.

Strengths: An expert at wielding lances, on foot or on his horse, his skill at wielding a lance is almost unparalleled. He is a quick thinker and an expert tactician.
He can play mind games with his opponents by talking smart to throw them off guard. He uses this to make his opponents angry or unfocused.

Weaknesses: He was never trained in wielding any other weapon beside the lance and javelin. He is extremely weak at wielding a sword or axe. Also, he feels that he cannot fight without his red lance, he says that it has the right ‘feel’ for him. Because of this, his lance becomes a sell-out if he is trying to hide from someone or something. He has little knowledge of magic and their effect.

Magic/Skills:

The Dragonbind: The Dragonbind is a mystical, circular tattoo on the side of Ebony's (the wyvern's) neck. It protects the rider and wyvern from arrows at all times, even when on the ground and separated from one another.

After his encounter with Shinu, in the battle: The Flaming Lance and Death's Terror, he had obtained the power to call forth three types of flames at his own will. This was so because, Shinu's demon energy had fused with Rusty's demon flames, while Seth was atop the horse. His hands were closest to the fusion, so only his hands were infused with the powers. Whatever he touches with the flames can burn only if he wants it to. The power and elements of the flames depend on the state of his heart

Flames (Element: Fire):
Seth's heart must be calm. These are just normal flames, which can't causes much damage to fire, or water based beings. Makes for a good, quick barbeque too.

Shadowflame (Element: Darkness/Shadow):
His heart must be filled with anger, vengeance, or hatred. Does terrible damage to beings of the light element, causing unnatural wounds and burns, withering the flesh. The flames are coloured black.

Angelflame (Element: Light):
The knight's heart must be filled with righteousness, passion, and nobility. Protecting the innocent instead of harming the guilty. The bright white flames does mass damage to dark/shadow element beings, also causing extremely unnatural burns and withering of the flesh.

Appearance:



Ebony, his wyvern.

Personality: Seth is a firm believer in breaking the rules to do what he feels is right. He is a carefree soul like his friend, Raven. Although, sometimes he takes the breaking of the rules too far. He relies on lady luck one too many times, and each time his luck comes through. He can be sometimes hot headed and ignorant, but he regrets being that way, and so, he is quick to apologize. He has a strong belief in protecting his friends and family. He is a knight, killing people is in his job, but he feels an incredible amount of guilt if he kills an innocent person. Brave and true, he will stand on the frontlines of any war to save or uphold the good of any kingdom.

Character Biography: Seth was born into a family of knights, even his mother was a famed knight. He had two brothers, also knights. He was the youngest of the three. His father was skilled at fighting with a lance and sword. From the time Seth was ten, his father started to train him at wielding both sword and lance, but, Seth was never interested in holding something as short as a knight’s sword. He concentrated on honing his skills at lance wielding.

The first time he met Raven was when he was sixteen years old, Raven was fifteen. They both met up at a small village near the castle town. It was night, the villagers were in a rage; some of them had found a small horse that they thought had belonged to the devil. The horse was a dark brown and it had demonic red eyes. Raven was practicing his sword wielding in tranquility when he had heard the raucous in the village. Seth was spending some time with his friends at a nearby inn. They both saw the horse being detained. The villagers were stoning it and shouting remarks such as;

“Burn the devil!”

“It will destroy us all!”

Seth readied his iron lance and ran into the midst of everything attempting to free the bound horse. He was late, the only thing he saw when he got there was a green tinted blade flash in the moonlight as it rose up and sliced the ropes that bound the horse. The figure with the blade grabbed Seth, who was about to be stoned for the interruption and both mounted the horse and with a quick slap to the horses rear, it took off. The horse rode on for a while before they found a grove of trees to rest in. The two looked at each other.

“You’re Raven! I’ve heard about you.” Seth remarked.

Raven chuckled, “Is that good or bad?”

Seth laughed a bit before introducing himself. He then asked about what they were going to do with the horse. If they allow it to go free, the villagers would surely find it again. Raven thought that Seth should keep it.

“What?!”

“Well, Seth, you should keep the horse, it looks perfectly normal, and I already have a horse.”

“Well, I suppose…”

With those words, Seth led the horse to his stables. The normal horses were frightened and they neighed and kicked with fury. Neither Seth nor Raven knew that the horse was a demon. Seth told his parents about the horse and that he decided to keep it, since he needed a horse of his own. The name that was given to the horse, Rusty, was because of the horse’s brown colour while all other valiant steeds were white or black. With his new companion, Seth began training harder, honing his skills with the lance on the horse. One day, kept at the training, but something happened, the horse burst into flames while he was aboard. Seth was amazed, he watched the fire flow around him, he watched his clothes that were on fire, but it did neither him nor his apparel any harm. Rusty slowed down and the fire died. The horse kneeled forcing the young knight to get off. Seth could see the horse was tired, so he let it rest. To add to his amazement, his father presented him with his red lance, and asked him for a name. A name that would be revered. For example, Seth’s mother’s name was ‘The Silver Shield’, his father’s was ‘The Shadowed Knight’. Seth thought for a moment, he spied the red lance, and he remembered Rusty.

“The Flaming Lance.”

“A fitting name,” his father replied, “for the one who will be wielding that lance.”

Two years later, he had heard of his friend’s departure from Taraine. Hurt by this, Seth decided to go after him, as, in those two years that passed, they have been through much together. They were more than friends, they were brothers. Seth dropped his armor, armed with only his lance and his mind; he set out to find his friend. Seth had left Rusty behind, and made a promise that he will come back someday.

***
He had settled down for a while. Not seeking out battles, not responding when Taraine called for him. Rusty was too old now, it aged faster than humans and within the span of a few months he was too brittle to participate in battle. Seth cared for Rusty until he received a letter from the empire that he could not ignore.

He set out for home and infiltrated Taraine’s castle to find out the truth. The letter had said that his home had been taken over by a tyrant, Raven’s father. Seth decided that he would get the help of the neighbouring kingdom which was preparing for war. He also decided to not find and involve Raven in this, as it may be too painful for him to come back to this.

During his time with the other kingdom of Riviran, he was introduced to a fairly new set of knights who rode tame wyverns into battle. This was where he met and was bound with Ebony, his wyvern. He also found that he had a knack for riding in the sky, causing Ebony to warm up to him faster.

***

While preparing for the war just outside Taraine, he encountered Raven and Arina, who wanted to join forces with Riviran’s army. Seth’s superior agreed to let them in. In the battle, Arina, Seth and Raven fought the king of Taraine in the skies. In a risky move, Raven found himself upon his father’s wyvern, but instead of killing his father directly, he killed the beast instead.

He was rescued by Arina and Seth. They watched the king’s wyvern crash into the earth with the king still on it.

After the battle, Raven was proclaimed to be the new king, but his love for adventuring made him turn over the title to Seth instead. Seth would be known as king until Princess Laurania was wed. He also established the Court Ranks, and the people gave the warriors their titles.

(read Raven's profile for more details)

- Court of Taraine Rank and Title -

Seth:
Title: Himmel Lanze
(Literally: 'Sky Lance')
Courtrank: Wyvern Lord/King Taraine




Battles
The flaming lance and death's terror (Completed)

Crossroads RPs
<space for rent>

Approved by Milady, LadyElvenarcher. (I donno figured I'd give her the title ^^)

Character Discription.

Name: Ruby
Sex: Female
Age: Eighty-five (85)
Race: Reploid
Eye Color: A bright purple.
Height: 5, 7
Weight: 200 lbs. Due to her mechanical body.

Weapon: A Magma Lance, given to her by her creator.

Armor: Her whole body has one hundred and seventy-five pounds worth of dense, powerful metals.

(I figured I would add this one)
Life-Source: The Crystal on her forehead. The crystal is a part of her life-source, if it was to break, her life-source would fail. This would cause her to shut down.

Skills:
Magma Stakes. She launches magma stakes from one of the two ends of her lance, when the stakes hit an enemy, they stab it, and if she wishes, she could blow them up. But there is a limit to how many she can carry at a time. The stakes are made from thermal energy inside the lance, once the lance runs out of thermal energy, she can not use them anymore. The maximum amount of thermal energy the lance can currently hold, is twenty-five percent of its maximum amount. And each stake takes four percent.

Magma Swell. She throws her staff out into the middle of the water, or the lava. If used in lava, this skill can be used over and over again, but if it is used in water, it can only be used once for now, because this skill takes twenty-five percent of the thermal energy from her lance, and that is all she has for the lance, for now. What it does is, it launches a small shockwave of thermal energy toward the opponent, but it only works when she is under water, or lava. Once it comes out of the water or lava, it flies depending on how hard she shot it, and soon starts to fall. When used underwater, the water in the small shockwave turns to magma. When used in lava, it shoots a shockwave that is magma. Problem with it under water is. It can be slashed, or just a simple shot of a bullet will make it explode. It is also pretty lethal if used from under lava, but if used from in water, it is actually very easy to dodge.

Recharge. This skill can be used underwater, or in the lava. When used underwater, she will slowly recharge, but in lava, she will use the thermal energy to charge her life-source, this giving her full energy. When used underwater, it takes four hours to charge up completely, when used in lava, it takes two.

Overload. This skill takes fifty percent of her energy. When used, her crystal will go dim, and her body will start to turn scolding hot, anything touching her will melt, unless it is strong metals. But it takes at least a minute to start up, but withing thirty seconds any person touching her will get a bad burn, or maybe worse. In the event of being stuck in ice, this ability is useful. While being in the extreme heat, her teeth will be ground together, and she will be groaning. Just cause it is her ability, doesn't mean she can't feel some of the heat.

(This one may seem really powerful, but it has its downsides)
Omega Burst. She will only use this skill when it is needed. The skill takes all but ten percent of her energy, leaving her enough energy to move, but hardly enough to fight. It also takes all of the thermal energy from her body, and it takes four to five days for it to recharge, unless in lava, but that will take two to three still. What happens in the event that she uses this skill, is this. Her body will rise several feet into the air, as her crystal starts to glow brighter and brighter. Once the crystal is glowing at it's maximum glow, sparks will start shooting from it. Soon after, a small shockwave will start slowly coming from it, after that, a shockwave will fly from the crystal, severely burning anything in the area, but if hiding behind a rock, or a large piece of destroyed building, the object will shield the thing or person hiding there, also frying the systems of any reploid that gets hit by it, except those with strong energy crystals. Kyzer and Ruby both have strong energy crystals.

Also, the skill will use any percent of energy, but the lower the percent left is, the weaker the shockwave is.

Example: If she were to use it with twenty percent energy left, the shockwave would only be a small weak one, but it would still burn.

Strengths: She can re-charge energy and thermal energy in Lava. She is immune to all forms of fire and acid. Water does not have an effect on her, she is a submercable reploid, she can also swim fast in water and lava. Due to some well worked cuircitry, her body can move freely and swiftly also.

Weaknesses: The crystal on her forehead, as I stated earlier, is the source of her power, if it were to break, her systems would shut down. Lightning and ice have an effect on her. Ice can freeze her circuits, but with Overload, she can get out of it, but it is not easy. And lightning can paralyze her body, making it so she can not move. Lightning is more effective on her than ice though, cause Overload ain't gonna stop it.

Appearance:


History:
Ruby was created fifteen years after Zero went to sleep, and ten years before the creation of Kyzer. Everything went just as planned for her creation, all except one thing.

"Professor!" a woman's voice was heard.

"What is it?" she replied.

"The Humane Chip, it isn't responding to any of our analisys tests," the woman explained. "If that chip does not work, and that reploid wakes up, this whole lab may be destroyed."

"Keep looking. I will see what is wrong with it," she said.

She then went over to the reploid, taking a look at the system inside the reploid's head, everything seemed fine, perhaps it was the chip itself that was messed up. Thanks to the funding from an unknown source, the professor and her helpers were able to make the chips, but this was the first time actually trying to use them.

"I see nothing wrong with the system," the professor said. "I am going to take the chip out and take a look at it."

Anilyzing the chip, the professor noticed a bug, one that could have cost them there lives, there was a deadly problem with the chip, inside was a virus, she had no idea how the virus got inside, but it would have damaged the reploid's brain, this would have caused it to go insane, and probably kill them all. Luckily it was only on the one chip, but she would have to be careful to analyze every chip. After checking them all, they were all alright. And she threw out the corrupt one. Judging by the virus, it looked like one of the Renegade Viruses, a line of viruses that had been getting into chips, the chips were then inserted into a reploid, and the reploid turned on its creator.

"Not this time you don't!" she said chuckling as she walked back to the reploid, a clean chip in hand. "Let us see if this one will work, I don't know why the computers could not detect the one with the virus, but it is a good thing they didn't."

She then put the chip inside the reploid's head. And the assistant turned the machine on, the machine injected energy into the reploid's systems.

The reploid, Ruby, opened her robotic eyes. Everything was fuzzy, a bright light shining in her face, and two men and a woman standing over her.

"Welcome to my laboratory, Ruby," the woman said.

"Who? Who are you? Who am I?" her reply was a question.

"I am Professor Daina Jackson, you can call me Professor, or Daina, which ever you wish. You are the first reploid with a humanity chip, or at least the first reploid I know of. This chip should give you a more keen experiance on life," she paused, ready to ask a question. "How do you feel?"

"I feel... I think... I think I feel fine, but my head is killing me," she replied.

"Ahh yes, that would be my fault, I guess I uploaded your energy to fast. Forgive me. Well you get some rest, I will be back later to test your reflexes alright," she said.

"That is fine with me Professor," she replied.

After three hours of the reploid resting, Daina finally went back in, the reploid's eyes were opening as it awoke. "Welcome back Professor," she said.

"Mam, her signal is going at a steady pase, and her energy rates are normal," a man said.

"Good everything is fine," she replied, as she put her finger up. "Can you watch my finger for a moment, I need to see how your vision systems are working."

"Yes Professor," the reploid confirmed, watching her finger.

"Good. Now Ruby, I need you to walk around the room," Daina ordered.

"Yes mam," the reploid confirmed, as she got up to walk around. And then started to walk around the room.

"Okay, good, everything seems to be in order. Thank you for your cooperation. Now please, follow me," she said, as the reploid started to follow her.

"Ruby, you don't have to act so, well, so inhumane just cause you are a reploid. It is alright to have emotions, that is one thing the chip permits. You are acting as if you are a slave. You are free, that is one reason I gave you that chip," the professor explained to Ruby.

"Hmm. I don't exactly understand the human emotions, as you say. This chip, you call it. It is inside me?" she said, questionably.

"Yes, the chip is inside of your mechanical body," she replied. "The human emotions should come more clear to you later, as for now. I need you to enter that room, I will give you the orders from there."

The reploid then entered the room, and Daina entered a seperate door.

Daina engaged the R.T.P. (Reploid Training Program) and told her to pay attention to the targets. "Here, catch this!" Daina shouted, as she threw Ruby a dual bladed lance.

Ruby, immediately caught the lance, and started slicing the targets. Her skills were immediately determined, her rank was set, a B Rank reploid. Daina congratulated her, and they walked out the doors, everything had gone well with Ruby's production, and she was ready for the next step. Her first mission.

"Sensors indicate an airship that went down over in the jungle, I would like for you to check it out," Daina explained to Ruby.

"Understood, Professor," she replied.

"We have the coordinates on our trans-server, just step on it, and it will rise to your level, put in the location, and it will warp you there," Daina explained.

Ruby went out into the hall and went into a room to the left, inside was the trans-server. She put in the location, and was sent to the jungle's trans-server. "Commensing mission," she said through the communicator.

She went outside of the room the device was in, and looked around in amazement of what she had seen, vast trees and wildlife everywhere, mechaniloids had left this jungle alone, nothing bothered the animals. She was amazed. She decided to call this place. The Forest Sanctuary, a place where animals and nature are of a vast number.

She continued looking for the airship. Luckily, it was right around the trans-server. She went in, and looked for survivors, there were three humans, all alive. And a reploid, a little girl, with a cyber-elf floating around her.

She took them to the trans-server without saying a word, and brought them back to the lab. The Professor fixed up the child, and the three humans.

"Miss? Miss?" the girl said to Ruby.

"Hmm? What is it?" she replied.

"Would you like to take this firefly, it won't leave me alone," she answered.

"Certainly, but for future reference, it is a Cyber-elf, she said with a smile. Ruby's scanners had taught her amazingly fast.

Ten years later. The professor known as, Professor Daina J. Jackson had created yet another reploid, his name was Kyzer, but his production went insanely wrong.

"Warning Warning!" Sectors three through seven have been blocked off, explosions and unstable chemical release have destroyed them."

"Mam! Sectors three through seven are our escape routs, without them we can't get out in an emergency!" a panicked voice was heard.

"Go! Find another way out, once his energy reaches full. I'll hold him off as much as possible. Go NOW!" Ruby shouted at them all.

"Ruby, don't get yourself killed. I await your safe return to Neo Arcadia," Daina said to her.

"I'll live through this, I promise you, I must protect my creator. Now go!" Ruby shouted. "Kyzer... What are you."

The reploid started to wake up, he broke his restraints easily, they were not as strong as the professor thought they were. As his eyes opened, they were a blood red color, fear filled Ruby's mechanical mind. The reploid got up, and Ruby ran at him, only to be met by the reploid dashing through her and kicking her in the back. Ugh! Professor, why is he so powerful!? she thought. Turning around, she shot her Magma Stakes into the reploid's back, but he ripped them out and forged them with some of the other materials to make equipment. He then used it to slam through the roof of the building, it fell on Ruby and the lab was destroyed.

Ruby was not heard of, sometimes there were mentionings of a female red reploid, but nobody actually believed them, until Ruby returned to Kyzer. He was on a mission from the Resistance Base, this was twenty-five years later.

And once more, when the Resistance Base was under attack from Neo Arcadia. But after that. She was not heard of again.

Approved by: LadyElvenarcher
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Name: Gloria (nickname: Goy)

Age: 20

Race: Fairy and Pixie mix

Sex: female

Hair: purple

Eyes: lilac

Weight: body=140 pounds; wings=15 pounds

Height: body= 5 foot 3 inches; wings= 3 foot 8 inches

Weapon: She uses her wings and magic

Armor: She uses her wings as a sheild.

Strengths: She is a decent flyer and she's very good at staying optimistic in battle. She's excellent at speaking her mind as well.

Weakness: She is too curious despite the fact she knows curiousity killed the cat. She gets hyper and goes out of control.

Skills/Magic: She has some of the abilities of fairies and some of pixies. Ther abilities are:

Sunshine dust: She absorbs the light from the sun and creates dust made to stun enemies. She may only use this move in the sun though.

Faerie screech: She lets out a scream to harm enemies and damage their hearing. This sometimes backfires and she hits herself too.

Wind rush: She generates wind with her wings to blow certain attacks away and to blow enemies down. After using this her wings get tired and she cannot fly for a while.

Appearance:

Personality: She is optimistic and even if against a tough opponent she tries to stand her ground. She never gives up and keeps on trying. She likes taunting her opponents and making them feel bad. If she is on a team she tries to act like the cheerleader. She loves to fly around in circles to show off as well.

Biography: Goy's life has been very carefree at times and at others a complete nightmare. being born from a fairy father and a pixie mother she was always the "black sheep" at school. She lived in a town of peaceful well mannered fairies. Unfortunately they didn't like how prone she was to getting into trouble. She liked to sneak out of the village to play in the forest and fly around the trees. Generally to get away from life. Her parents were kind people, but didn't tolerate how hyper she was. Her mother, despite being a pixie) was accepted in the fairy village mainly because she forgot all the things that pixies did. Unfortunately for Goy she never lost her pixie ways. She never had siblings and the few friends she had were pixies or wild animals. She felt alone as a child. As though everyone scorned her for being part pixie. On one of her trips to the forest she befriended a squirell and they became instant friends. The squirell dissapeered one day and Goy wept for days on end. Goy is polytheistic. She believes that theres a god for the flowers, for the sun, etc. She believes nature such as that should be respected.

She travels to prove to the fairies that pixies can prove their worth. Though she may taunt others she would never kill. She thinks nature and all things in it are special. She is easygoing and easily fooled. She dislikes pixie haters and though she may not admit it fairies. She is fond of the forest. She thrives in the forest and loves being in it. She treats others slightly rude, but she believes she has a good reason for it. She dreams to either forget about fairies or simply find fairies that are willing to accept her. Though she's an outcast she would never kill herself. She believes anything can be resolved one way or another.

Theme Song(s):
>Butterfly (FFX AMV)

Battles:
>A Rush of Air (dropped)
>New Allies(idropped)
>The Sercets Unlock(completed?)
>The Winged Fighters (dropped)
> A Christmas Crusade or How I Learned to Fear the Easter Bunny (unsure?)

Crossroads:
>Nikudemon and Gloria meets (completed)
>Take to the Sky (dropped)

Approved this second time. By my teacher. Zanza.

Name:Janeen (updated)
Age:19
Race:Argonian
Sex:Female
Hair:Color:Some red and some white, with black streaks in it. Length:Goes down to about the middle of her back.
Eyes:Glacier
Weight:About 125 lbs
Height:about 5 ft 4

Weapon: Dragon's Tear also known as the Kiagmia. A blade that was originally made by her father, but it changed from a mistake she had made. (Abilities: It increases the strengths of fire. It also enebles her to throw the blade, and have it return to her at her own will)

Shield: Dragon's Scale. Also known as the Kiagnai. A shield that was originally made by her father, but was changed from a mistake she had made. (Abilities: Can defend against fire. It also gives her the ability to create a scale barrier, the barrier isn't that hard to break, but it is useful. The barrier is formed and turns solid. It only appears halfway around her, it starts at the direction she is facing, and ends when it is halfway surrounding her body.)

Strengths:Water doesn't effect her much. Can jump at a height of 12 ft due to her semi-dragon fusion from the scratch(found in bio) (Argonian Strengths) Higher attack power than humans.

Weakness:Is rather phased more than usual by lightning and thunder. Ice is strong against her as well. (Argonian Weaknesses) Darkness and Light phase them more than normal humans, seeing as they are a neutral unholy/holy tribe.

Magic:
Dragon's Bane. She says a word that the sword acknowledges. Once the sword has recieved the word, it will start to glow a fiery color. She then swings the sword. From it, comes a blast of fiery energy. The angle of the blast depends on how she swings the sword, if she swings it vertically, the blast will be verticle. If she swings it horizontally, the blast will be horizontal. This skill takes a small amount of power out of her. The word she says is. Kiagnada, which is Argonian for Dragon's Bane.

It is able to melt small amounts of ice, and burn certain objects, it is more effective on those that are weak against fire.

Dragon's Tear. It takes the name of her sword, it is a skill that her sword allows her to use. She puts the sword straight up in the air. And says a word. The word is Kiagmia, Argonian for Dragon's Tear. Her sword is also given this name. The sword again acknowledges the word, and glows a blue color instead of red. A large drop of water comes from the sky, and decends. Once the water hits the tip of the sword. It explodes, healing anyone that is hit by the water. And even hurting the undead. This takes a larger amount of bodily energy to use.

Dragon's Scale.A scale barrier, the barrier isn't that hard to break, but it is useful. The barrier is formed and turns solid. It only appears halfway around her, it starts at the direction she is facing, and ends when it is halfway surrounding her body. This is allowed her from her shield, the word she says is, Kiagnai. It takes about fifteen percent of her bodily energy.

Personality:Gets angry when it starts to storm, but is tender hearted and loving to her family, likes to play with her little six year old brother when she isn't busy fighting will protect family from anything that she feals will possibly harm them.
Does not see it in her nature to attack a defenseless creature, unless it attacks her first.
Acts like a normal adult but inside is not normal.

Now that she has been effected by her curse more, she is more careful on how she acts, she tries not to become angry at allot of things. But sometimes can't help but do it.

Appearance:
(Body)Looks pretty much the same as a human, but has Argonian powers that only those born of both Argonian parents can obtain, she has a scar on her arm from a Dragon scratch, looks more like a lady than a warrior, dragon wings on her back which enable her the high jumping ability. Has small paintings on her face because it is an Argonian warrior tradition.

(Suit)Has sleavles shirt with the breastplate over it, a sword and a shield on her back, pants are a little baggy with an armored kneepad on her knees, and a golden iron sheeth, armor plates on her hips, and armored shoes. <Previous appearance. Still keeps some of those attributes.

New Appearance. What she still has. Will not be mentioned here.
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Her left arm has a scar that is a fainted red color, and a dragon's claw resides inside it. Her sword, shield, and sheath are now draconic. Her wings are more free and poseable, they also have grown in size, and she can shrink them and extend them at anytime she wants.

History: Janeen was born on a small continent called Kiardana. There were three countries Brandera. A techologically advanced contry. Filled with mechanical cities. Argonia. The smallest country, filled with small villages, though the people were more trained in the arts of melee. And Jouga. A country with axe-men, and priests. Dedecated to the defense of the Wind Dragons.

Argonia was the land from which Janeen came. Her mother, once the Queen's Guard. Had retired and become a housewife, at the young age of twenty-three. She gave birth to Janeen, a day later they met with friends from the land of Jouga.

That family brought their newborn son. Marcus. Janeen was born on the same day as this boy.

At the age of eight. A war of great loss had taken place between both dragons and the three human races of the continent. This war was called the Dragon Wars.

This was her story of the Dragon Wars.
During the Year of the Dragons. It was a year foretold by a fortune teller.

This is the legend from the mouth of a girl that lived it.

(Note: Speaking as Janeen.)
I woke up during the dead of night. Coming from the outside were cries and battlecalls. What I saw next was horribly frightening. I saw people running with weapons, and dragons flying through the sky, lying on the ground was blood and bodies. But nothing I saw that night could prepare me for what was next. I heard flapping, it sounded like the flapping of wings. I looked up, and through the roof came a dragon. The dragon was red with sharp claws. I screamed in fright as the dragon walked closer to me.

It lashed out, its claw going right into my arm. My father came in as the dragon flew away, he picked me up, and we rushed straight for the city of Brandera. On the way there I noticed a dragon, the dragon looked the same as the one that had left me scarred. The dragon had two children on its back. And I watched in fright as a stray spear flew straight from a soldier, it was aimed at another dragon. It wouldn't have made a difference if the dragon it was aimed at had been hit by it. But it hit the wrong dragon. It hit that dragon that had the children on top. Tears fell from my eyes as I realized. It truly was the dragon that scratched me. She was also a mother. I could tell by the way she cried after the spear had been lunged into its heart. I was heartbroken. To think, it would seem I should have hated the creature after what she did to me. But instead. I felt her pain. I felt her sorrow. I even felt her fright. The fear that she would never see her children. It made me cry. She did not want to lose her children.

After this. The war came to a halt. The dragons and the humans both watched the mother, and how she had carried the children into the battlefield. All to stop a stupid war. The dragon died that night. Because beings. Human or beast. Can't find a way to get along. Her children would never know her, and she would never know them. It started to rain on this dark and sorrowful night. As both human and dragon were crying at the depressing sight of a mother dying to protect her and another's young. It brought tears to all that witnessed it, and to those who heard of it. After the war was over. The dragon was given a grave on a special hill. A hill I plan to share with it someday. This hill was called. The Hero's Court. It was a special place, meant for the graves of fallen heroes. The dragons dug graves for both humans and dragons. The humans from the countries started to get along with dragons, and peace was again at hand.

We soon arrived at Brandera, I was sent to a priestess. She healed me of my wound, and I was asked of her to prove that the Argonians were not the whimps that the other countries thought we were. I accepted.

But the one thing I didn't notice, neither did the priestess that healed me. There was a scar, inside it was a claw. The dragon's claw. It was lunged in deep. This claw and the substance it spread throughout my body, changed my life forever. The substance was called, Dragon's Indonet.

Now is the story of Janeen's previous quest, coming from her mouth.
Eleven years later, I left on an adventure to prove the Argonians. My heart was set, there was no turning back. I didn't know what my future was, but I was determined to prove my tribe. After I had left a ruins. I found myself heading for a camp. I met a girl and her mother, they allowed me to stay with them for the night.

The next morning, I left without a word, just a simple thank you note. Next thing I know. I found myself at the mechanical city of Brandera. It was not as lively as it was when I went before. Actually, it was not lively at all. It was rather deadly. All over was skeletons and blood. Human bodies, and one boy. The boy who's life was determined that night. I saved the boy from death. Had I been seconds late. He would have been dead. We forced our way through the city, coming out. We left, and the next place we entered. Was a dark cave. This cave was different from others, it was as if it didn't belong. We opened a door, and the next thing we knew, we were in a place called. The Dome.

I was given the draconic blade and shield from a mistake I made during training one day. I had let my darker side take over, and this resulted in pain and suffering for what I had done. An item that was dear to me was broken, it was a shield my father had made. I foolishly thought that it would hold off countless numbers of bats. But they broke it in two, and it resulted in me going crazy in an outrage. I slaughtered every bat. One by one, and after I had realized what I had done, it was already too late. My arm started pulsing in pain. I grabbed it, and noticed the claw that was lunged inside. It was glowing. Blood started to leak from it. It continued to leak blood. Until my sword was changed into a draconic blade. My shield also changed, after it had repaired itself. The reason this is such a regretable memory. Is because I went insane with my darker half. I gave in to the darkness. Giving me power and strength like nothing before. I made a large mistake, and now I have paid for it.

Now I have been scarred with another addition to my draconic half. This is the end of my story so far.

The feelings and scars I have gained through my life, are but a mere chapter of what is about to come.

(Approved by LadyElvenarcher.)

Name: Hinote (Fire)

Age: 20

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Short, midnight-black hair which is somewhat spiked.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 187 lbs

Height: 5’11

Weapon: A giant sword, twin daggers, and a bow and arrows.
Armor: Metal armor under his clothes just in case.

Strengths: He is good with direct attacks and is a very skilled swordsman. Can think well under pressure.

Weakness: He is not good with far away attacks and is very slow. His archery skills aren’t very good and he often misses. He can sometimes be very predictable in battle, sometimes giving his enemies an advantage.

Skills/Magic:
Fire blast- Conjures mini balls of fire in his hands and throws them at his enemies

Flamethrower- He cups his hands in front of him and uses his power to send a giant beam of fire at his opponent, burning them badly.

Fire Shield- He makes a giant shield of fire around him, blocking his opponents attacks temporarily.


Appearance: He is a handsome young man with midnight black-hair and red eyes. He wears a red kimono which turns black when he gets angry. He has a smooth face and supple skin, and his nose is slightly crooked from a giant battle from the past. There is a big scar going all down his back.

Personality: He has a likable personality and a fun-loving nature, but he knows when to be serious. He is very energetic and also impatient which sometimes is the cause to some of his defeats. At times he is arrogant and thinks to highly of himself, although he has lost many battles, he has won a lot more. In battle, his personality is mostly the same, except one big difference: he has a one track mind and sometimes doesn’t think clearly. This almost always happens making him predictable in battle, sometimes giving his enemies an advantage.

Biography: Before Hinote was born, his village lived in happiness and the village was very rich. But when he was born, many terrible events occurred not to long afterward. The village was bankrupt and a terrible storm hit, destroying much of the village. In the middle of these occurrences, they finally realized that they were so unfortunate was because of that boy. The parents denied the idea that it was because of their son, but they still kept believing it was about him.

On his 2nd birthday, the villagers finally thought enough was enough, and they gathered everyone into a mob to kill that boy. When his parents heard this, they were scared for their lives. Because they knew the reason why he brought so much unfortune. It was because when the mother was very early in pregnancy, she and her husband had run into a dark wizard, and he was very interested in the mother and wanted to take her away as his own. But the father did not allow that, and soon killed the dark wizard since he was a master swordsman. But just before he died, he cursed the mothers baby to be forever unlucky, until he found someone who loved him regardless to the unfortune he brings with him. The mob was coming closer, and they knew that they had to do something. So they quickly reached into they’re pouch of magic powder and sprinkled it all over the boy, making him forget everything about his parents and about the village. They went out the back door and left him in the care of a nearby village.

13 years past, and Hinote was still at that same village. The spell had worked perfectly, and he could not remember a thing about his parents, or about the other village. And life was more peaceful there, because there wasn’t too many unfortunate things happening. The curse was weakening. It was weakening because he had fallen in love with a girl in the village named Tsuki. Tsuki was the one who always brought peace to the village, and she loved animals. He always dreamed of her loving him, but every time he tried to admit his feelings for her, something bad happened to interrupt him. The villagers who looked after the boy always smiled when he tried to do something nice for the girl, like they were his real parents. He thought they were his parents. They had said nothing in the past 13 years because they barely understood anything themselves. But they knew they had to tell him sooner or later, so they chose his 16th birthday, seeing that it would be a proper day to tell him.

On his 16th birthday, he finally thought it would be the time to tell her about his feelings.

“H-Hi Tsuki.” stuttered Hinote, blushing.

“Oh hey Hinote.” she said, smiling, “Happy birthday. You just turned 16, right?

“Yeah… I’m glad you remembered.” he said with a goofy expression. “Um, Tsuki… there’s something important I want to tell you.”

“What is it?” she asked with concern.

“I have to tell you that… I…” he paused and took a deep breath until saying, “I love you.”

Tsuki gasped and amazement filled her face, “Oh Hinote… I—I love you, too.”

And like that, the curse was broken. They smiled as they walked, hand-in-hand, to Hinotes house for the birthday celebrations. But before they made it there his guardians came out of the house running towards him and his love.

“Hinote! Where were you?! We need to tell you that…”

“Ahem…” Hinote said, making them look down and him and Tsuki’s holding hands.

“Ooohhh, so that’s where you were…” his foster father said, winking at him.

“There is no time for that!” the wife exclaimed, “Hinote, there are people after you!”

“What?!” Hinote exclaimed, “What for?!”

“Hinote, darling, we haven’t been honest with you…” she said, tears in her eyes, “You- - -aren’t really our son. Some people, most likely your real parents, must’ve left you here, and…”

“WHAT?!”

“Hinote, calm down…” his girlfriend said calmly.

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” he cried, “Why did you keep this from me for so long?!”

“We can talk about this another time,” the husband told him, ”Now we must deal with these people who came to kill you. Apparently when you were living in their village, you brought much unfortune to the village. They finally learned where you were after fourteen years and they have come to kill you to keep other people from the things you bring. What are they talking about, Hinote?”

“I- - - I don’t know… I don’t remember any of that…” he said with a confused look on his face.

“Look, we must get you out of here, fast! We have already gotten your belongings, so let’s go!”

“Never! Not without Tsuki!” he shouted.

“You’ll have to leave without her, bub.” said a unformiliar voice, which came from a villager in the other village. He had put tape over her mouth, making her unable to talk and she was tied up. “Give the boy to us,” he explained, “Or we take your little girlfriend along with us.”

“Tsuki!” he exclaimed.

“There is no time for that! Run, NOW!” the couple said in a hoarse whisper. Hinote shook his head, but they did not care. They grabbed his hand and sent him to the forest, where they gave him his things and bed him good-bye. Hinote, now standing there cold and alone, still knew he had no time to cry. He ran as fast as he could, quickly getting away from the villagers who were still after him.

After that, four years have passed, and the curse was still broken. But Hinote still searched for Tsuki, praying every day for her safety. After the incident four years ago, he went immediately into training, when he found out about his powers. He traveled long, and without much rest, but since then he had become a great warrior. Many things would happen in his search, he knew that, but he could not give up. Not without a fight…

(Approved by Weilder Of The Sword. And before any of you ask, this is NOT a typical revenge story for her bio... never mind... I forgot to put this in a long time ago ^^')

Name: Suki Yamato

Age:19

Race: Human

Sex: Female.

Hair:Long, flowing black hair which is usually down.

Eyes: Emerald Green

Weight: 123 lbs

Height: 5'10

Weapon: She weilds a blade infused with lightning and other powers. It is the key to Suki's power.

Strengths: Excels in lightning magic, and also wind magic. She can fly by using her wind magic. Extremely quick and agail. Wise beyond her years.

Weakness: Without her sword,she loses her powers. Since she is light, she can be thrown around easily.

Skills/Magic:

Lightning bolts-Shoots lightning from sword and/or from hands.

Wind blast-Knocks people off their feet using blasts of wind.

Lightning Strike-Makes a giant lightning bolt and shoots down at enimies.It takes much strength and concentration to do,however.

Tornado-Uses her sword to make a giant tornado, sucking her enemy into the air and sends them crashing down. The downside is that if she is not careful, she can also be sucked into the tornado.

Appearance: She has long, flowing black hair and emerald eyes. She has fair skin and is very beautiful. She wears a tight red T-Shirt and a black jacket covering it. She also wears loose black jeans and black shoes. She always wears a necklace that her uncle had given to her and a bracelet she made herself a while back. Sometimes when she is very happy, you can see sparkles as if they were stars in her eyes, and when she is mad you can see lightning bolts in her eyes and they flash red from time to time.Her skin is very soft, slightly tanned skin and her hair is soft, aswell, although she doesn't wash to much since there isn't much water around.She isn't as pretty as her mother, but she get's her eyes from her, which make her look even prettier.

Personality:Out of battle, she is very sweet and kind, and is calm and honourable. But in battle, she can change alot. She can become arrogant, rude, sarcastic, and might not always use her brains during the battle. But usually before she does anything stupid, her concience kicks in and helps her from killing herself. I guess you could say she almost has a split personality ^^'. But as I said before, out of battle she could seem like a angel... but if she gets mad... you better stay out of her way! She'll run you over as fast as you can say ACK! (All of this may sound a bit noobish, but techniclly I am a noob so sorry ^^') And she can also be very irritive, which means she can get annoyed easily (mostly in battle). Also, she can be very fun and funny, but that all depends on her mood.

Biography:Suki Yamato was born on May 12. Her father died when she was very little, and she was raised by her mother and her uncle, the closest thing she ever had to a father. Her father was a great warrior,and was the protector of Sukis village. He was a brave and kind man, and loved his family very much. But one day, a earthquake hit the village, killing almost everyone in the village. He did his best to protect Suki and her family, and that caused his death.

From the age of 2 to 17, she was raised by her uncle and mother. She was happy with her uncle, and she didn't know much of her fathers death, and she basiclly thought her uncle was her father. Until one day, a hooded warrior came to the village. After living there for almost a year, he stole a perecious item of the village, the Silver Cross. Sukis uncle would not allow him to, and followed the hooded man. Later on,news reached the village of his death.

Her mother one night awoke Suki, and told her that she was going to wait until later, but it seemed to be the right time. Her mother took her downstairs and got out the sheith of the Lightning Sword. She told Suki that this blade was a legendary blade, and her father was one of the only people who could weild it. She told Suki that her father told her that the sword was to be given to Suki when she turned 18.


She trained very hard for two years, slowly mastering her fathers sword. And after the two years, she finally thought it was time to go on a journey to find the man who killed her uncle and unravel the mystery of the importance of the Silver Cross. This journey would make her walk many miles, fight many battles, and to make her do things that she thought never possible. But she knew it must be done so she can get revenge for her deceased uncle.
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Flamel Creed, explosive madman.

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Name: Flamel Creed.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human.

Height: Flamel is five feet, eleven and a half inches tall.
Weight: About 170 pounds.

Personality: A sadistic madman, Flamel enjoys watching things blow up. Whether it is an inanimate object or a living person, he doesn’t care. Creed lives for fun, and can often be found drinking just for the heck of it. One of his favorite pastimes is drinking all of the liquor in a bar, then blowing it up when asked to pay.

He is a bit of a ladies man, and actually prefers killing men to killing women. Despite his sadistic and psychopathic nature, Flamel is actually quite intelligent. His intelligence is rarely noticed however, as he prefers to blow things up while laughing like a madman.

At times he can be slightly childish. If an ally or temporary ally scolds him for something, he will playfully stick his tongue out at an angle and cross his eyes at them when their back is turned. After which he will resume his normal behavior.

He never looses his temper. If somebody angers him to the point of a normal person growing angered, he will hold it in and unleash it on some poor civilian later.

Flamel has only four goals in life. 1: To become immortal so that he can enjoy his gift for eternity. 2: To see an entire town blown to bits with a single explosion, preferably by his own hand. 3: To find a woman to fall in love with. 4: To find and kill his father.

He is unafraid of the prospect of death, and at times seems to embrace it. Although he rarely feels remorse for killing somebody, he admits that he deserves to die for all of the things he has done.

Appearance: Flamel’s eyes are yellow. His hair is black, medium length. Most of the time he doesn’t comb his hair, although he will slick it back if he’s trying to woo a woman. For some unexplainable reason Creed’s skin remains lightly tanned no matter how long he stays in the sun or indoors.

During a moment of boredom Flamel used a nail filer to sharpen his cuspids, more commonly known as the canines, to make them seem more sharklike. Creed’s physical build is rather skinny, although slightly muscular. Under his shirt he has a six pack.

Creed wears a black leather jacket, the back of which flows down to his ankles. The jacket is useful for covering up items such as his shortsword. Under the jacket he wears a black T-Shirt and brown jeans. His shoes are polished black formal shoes, although he does get good traction in them.

He occasionally wears black sunglasses.




Great pictures of Flamel, done by Riku's_girl.

Weapons: Although his powers are usually enough to win a fight, Flamel keeps a single shortsword with him in case his opponents manage to get close enough to cut him down. The shortsword is roughly two and a half feet long and usually remains in a sheath that is tucked into his jacket.

The sheath itself can sometimes be used as a blunt weapon. It is fairly hard, and is decorated with a blue diamond pattern finely painted.

Armor: He wears no armor at all.

Skills/Magic: Flamel’s strength lies in his abilities. He is able to cause any inanimate object he gets a firm grip on to explode. He must concentrate to do this, so he never tries to perform it on an opponent's weapon or armor.

His most commonly used ability is the ability to create explosives from a reserve of power inside him. The explosives appear wherever he intends them to within a seven yard radius. They appear as a ball of light, which promptly explodes after a set amount of time.

Small: His most commonly used technique. A small explosion, this attack deals little damage to an opponent. The reason he uses this technique so much is because he can create these explosives fairly quickly, and they are harder to dodge than his more powerful explosions.

They sit in their ball of light form for roughly half a second before detonating. The explosion itself is roughly the size of a basketball, and only deals about as much damage as a sturdy punch from a large human.

Medium: A medium explosive can blow a five feet by five feet hole in a wooden wall or door. This explosive deals about as much damage to an opponent as the blow of a large hammer. Of course, it is slightly easy to avoid.

It sits in its ball of light form for roughly two seconds before detonating. The flames from the explosion deal no damage at all.

Large: An incredibly large explosive, Flamel rarely uses it in combat. It creates an explosion roughly ten feet high and seven feet wide. Because the explosion sits in its ball of light form for roughly five seconds before detonating, it is fairly easy to avoid.

The problem with this explosive is the fact that he can only create one every five minutes. Being fairly easy to dodge, the explosive is usually used to simply damage a building or as an attempt to hold an opponent at bay.



To use the explosives he must snap his fingers, and/or grab an inanimate object and focus on it. This means that he is unable to use explosives if his hands are somehow disabled, especially if he breaks them. He must also be able to see where the explision is supposed to end up.

Strengths: His strength is slightly above that of an average human’s, and he is fairly skilled in both hand to hand and weapons techniques. Flamel knows the right place to blow up in order to bring a building down.

Creed is quite cunning as well. He is fairly agile for a human male.

Weaknesses: It takes him time between explosives to build up the energy for another. How long depends on how large the last one was and how large the next one will be. Being focused on his explosives, Flamel is not as skilled with a weapon as somebody who focuses on their weapon is.

Creed's explosives damage him as much as his opponent, so he is unable to use them at all when fighting an opponent up close. He can also only use his explosions within his sight, meaning that he can't use them in bad visibility.

If his hands are somehow immobilised he will be unable to use his explosives. His explosives are also fairly easy to dodge depending on the size. Most warriors can dodge almost every explosion, maybe being hit by a small one here and there.

Bio: Flamel was a fairly normal child. He was born in the small town of Grageshk, and lived with his older brother Kang and mother Deb. He and his brother had different fathers but the same mother. Both siblings held a deep hatred for their fathers.

Kang’s father had run off once he learned of Deb’s pregnancy, and was never seen in the surrounding area since. Flamel’s father was the complete opposite. He had stayed, but he had forced Deb to do all of the work around the house.

Flamel’s father made Deb cook, clean, and work for their income while she was pregnant. Not only that but, even if she was tired from a day of working, he would make her walk three blocks just to grab him a beer. Deb eventually grew tired of it and left Flamel’s father.

His father was a violent man, and had once threatened Deb into letting him see his son. Of course, he eventually left the town due to the fact that he had over fourteen kids in thirteen different families.

Despite having no fathers both Flamel and Kang grew into great men. Kang was strong and kind, helping those of the town who were too old, young, or sick to do certain chores. He even helped those that didn’t need help.

Flamel was an intelligent man whom was asked questions by many people his age. Despite the fact that he was only 19 at the time, Creed already had the respect of the entire town. He was also a handsome man, and many of the young women in the village adored him.

When Flamel turned twenty however, his very structure changed. It was at the age of twenty that a dormant gene in his DNA suddenly awakened. The gene hadn't been present in his familyline for generations, why it suddenly reawakened with him was unexplainable.

The gene gave him the ability to create explosives at will. He first discovered this when joining his brother in a tug of war. Both of them were helping the children of the town, and decided to join the game.

Of course, neither of them actually pulled. They let the children have it out and pretended to pull. Flamel didn't like doing this as much as Kang did, and playfully imagined the rope exploding and sending smoke into everybody's faces.

Much to his horror, the rope actually did explode. Rather than sending smoke into everybody's faces, the children and Kang lost their hands. Flamel had instinctively let go of the rope as the explosion began.

The children's reactions were mixed. Several of them fell to the ground in tears as blood began to flow from where their hands used to be. Others stood staring at their wrists and crying.

Creed quickly ran before anybody noticed that he still had his hands. The entire town was beginning to stir as the children were whisked off to the local hospital. Flamel ran until he reached his home, beginning to grow angry at himself.

The reason he was growing angered was the fact that he had actually enjoyed the explosion. He felt sickened that he had taken several dozen children's, and his own brother's hands. At the same time however, he was delighted at how the blood had seemed to explode into the air.

Flamel began to laugh like a mad man. It wasn't obvious to him at the time, but he indeed was a mad man now. Creed fled the town that night so that he wouldn't be tempted to destroy it with his newfound gift.

The very next day he destroyed a town to the west, taking care to steal a short sword from the blacksmith of the town while he was at it. Thus began Flamel's addiction to blowing things up. A sudden realisation hit him as he sat at a campfire that night.

He could use his ability to painfully kill his father if he ever met him. The thought of doing to his father what he had accidentally done to his brother made Flamel shiver with delight. He left shortly afterwards and began a rampage across the countryside.

Sometimes he searches for his father, other times he simply destroys a town. The first time he ever had a real fight was a confrontation between him and two powerful warriors. The warriors, named TDC and Eiro, defeated Flamel despite his various attempts to outwit them.

Ever since he lost to TDC and Eiro, Creed has been aware that there are powerful warriors out there. He has thus decided that he wishes to fight tough warriors and test his power out. Of course, he is still careful for any signs that his father is in any nearby towns.

(Aerixeth.)


Name: Namir

Age: 69.

Race: Human.

Sex: Male

Hair: Pure white goes down to bottom of ears.

Eyes: One red one yellow.

Weight: 197 lbs

Height: 6’0

Weapon: He wields a doubled bladed sword (A blade on both ends of the hilt.) called by the name of Sesit. The blade was specifically forged for him and when thrown will come back to him (Like a boomerang). One side of his blade can use lightning attacks and the other fire; they have gems with the corresponding color on the side that it is related to. (EX the red gem would be on the side of the hilt the fire blade is attached too.)

Armor: Light chain main using diamond enforces to make it harder to break through.

Strengths: He has a great deal of experience due to his age. One of the best and most respect swordsmen in the world, also he is very strong and never gives up. Also very well versed in various types of magic. People tend to think little of him sense he is so old.

Weakness: He always makes a mistake of underestimating his opponent. Although a great warrior he can get tired out fast if he cannot slow his opponent down. His sword dose not offer much in the way of guarding because it has two blades on either side, which makes it sometimes off balance.

Skills/Magic:
Sword zap: Charges his sword with electricity that when coming in contact with his opponent weapon (Has to be metal) it goes throw it and shocks them.

Fireball: As the name says shoots a fireball out of his blade.

Power Lightning: Stabs his sword into the ground. Lightning then shoots out of it in all directions hitting all in its path (it can also hit and hurt Namir)

Flame power: Engulfs the fire blade with flames and shoots a giant beam of fire at his opponent. (Intense heat can hurt the wielder)

Duel elements: the wielder spins the blade rapidly causing both elements to come out causing a giant ball of fire/lightning (Looks really cool) and then the wielder send the ball flying at his opponent.

He can also do very basic lightning and fire attacks without his sword. (Like a small fire ball and a low voltage blot of lightning)

Appearance: White hair down to ears and a very small gray beard. His face has many scars of war as does his body. He where a long white cloak with a red tunic under it. On one hand is scarred the ancient symbol for flame while on the other lightning. He wears red cloth pants. His sword is attached to the back of his cloak. He wears the chain that was given to him by his wife who passed away long ago. Inscribed in it are the words “kes****e andoutorawanou sono naito” which roughly translates to “never forget that night”

Personality: He likes to test his opponent before unleashing his true power. He fights like a old fool at the begging and then uses his true power later on when he knows enough about there battle strategy. He is not one to misjudge a situation unless it comes to determining his opponents skill level he will almost always rank them a few notches lower then himself
Calm and cool resilient and resource full he is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to sword fighting.

Biography: He was born in the land of Inutar, in a small town whose name was forever lost in the sands of times. He was born on the fifth day of the ninth month when the sun had just reached his peek. When he was born a few things where different about him for one he had different colored eyes, and not normal colors but red and yellow two of the most uncommon eye colors. He also had weird symbols on his hands that no man or women in the town could read. When his parents saw him they where disgusted, they thought they had given way to a demon, so as soon as he was born he was given to the local orphanage.

When he was just a boy all the other kids would tease him, relentlessly until one day he ran away. After a month the head of the orphanage finally found him cold and hungry. He would never be the same again he said he heard them talking to him, he claimed that they told him he could be powerful beyond belief and with this knowledge he started to train every day for five hours.

After many years by the time he was fifteen he had finally mastered the naginata or double bladed sword. By that time he was much bigger then the rest of the boys and they feared him. Of course sense they feared him they no long teased him but also they where all to scared to befriend him. Still he was alone and no one liked him.

By the time he was eighteen there was a great war in the land and the opposing armies had come to conquer his town. With very little warriors the town was almost taken until five great men came and saved the city in secret. Nobody saw these men for the townsfolk where all hiding in fear of death. Well all expect Banit he was brandishing his weapon ready to die fighting when the men came. He saw them easily take over the army and save the city and leave just as fast. Banit wanting this power followed in secret till they came to mountain.

The men placed their hands on the mountainside and there scars all began to glow and the door opened. Namir being curios tried to open the door with one hand but it did not work. After much loss he tried to push the door open with both hands and at that time his scars too began to glow opening the door to the order of the sword.

Because he opened the door he was accepted to join the order. After twenty years of harsh training he became a member of the order of the sword. This secret society protected the innocent with their power. In their hands he learned many things like the fact that there are rally over 500 entrances to the headquarters and they where just transported there by magic. He also learned how to use the magic recognized by his scars.

After seven years he was the youngest member to be elected to the council of the sword, and because he was accepted he was handed the naginata crafted just for him called Sesit. This sword had many power of both elements he personified and with this blade he became unbelievably powerful.

One thing about the order of the sword is that they have very strict rules so that there warriors are selfless, one of these rules being they may not get married, However on one mission to a great city he fell in love with a beauty of a woman and she fell in love with him.

After about a year of meeting in secret he married that woman. It was not to be however as the council found out and banished him from the order. He did not care though because he had his lovely wife.

Five years later after stopping fighting for so long he had to go back, for his wife was murdered. A thief broke into the house and tried to steal Sesit and when his wife tried to stop him he killed her. After killing her the thief left afraid Namir would wake up and left the sword there. After finding his dead wife he vowed to find that man and repay the debut. So he once again picked up his sword and began his journey for retribution.

But after five years of searching he found nothing and he was forced to seek the order of the swords help. The initially declined but reconsidered it. He would be allowed to join only when he brought back the six elemental stones of Hagdrad only when he found these would he be able to know the truth about the murderer. After four years of searching he had only found two one of fire and one of lightning and they implanted themselves into his sword.

Approved by: Wielder Of The Sword

Name: Kate
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Angel
Hair:Sea green
Hair Length: past her knees
Element: Wind
Human age: 18
Weight: 120 pounds
Height: 5 ft, 4 in.

Magic:
Wind Shield. Wind Shield is a shield that sometimes works
and sometimes fails, if it works the enemy will be pushed back
about ten ft, if magic hits it will reverse. Can be used on others
to.

Heal.
Heal will heal her wounds Fully. She can use heal on others shes fighting
with or maybe if its someone she loves someone shes fighting.

Light Beam.
Light beam will destroy some demons,
other demons will be harmed badly.

Wind.(Kate jumps up in the air while using it.)
Wind will force her enemys down to the ground, disabling any
type of movement unless they are stronger then
her. If the enemy is weaker then her he/she will be
forced very hard and make a huge crater,
if there as strong as her it will be a weaker
effect.

Arrow Rain.
The enemy will be surrounded with
ten arrows that are in the air, the wind will
throw the arrows into the enemy,
if the enemy is stronger then her
its most likely to do ten to thirty damage,
if the enemy is just as strong it will
most likely do twenty to fourty-five damage, but has a chance
of doing sixty,
if the enemy is weaker
it has a very slim chance of doing one-hundread damage.

Wind Lift.
Wind Lift will lift the enemys high up into the air, when
thier high up enough she will force them down
very fast. When they have fallen
all the way down the enemy (No matter
the strength.) will be in tons of pain.

Tornado.
(I think you already know how it would work.)
Tornado takes her enemy up in the air and the
enemy will be trown around hitting things
that are inside the tornado. (Duh.)
And he/she might faint, but it will
do a heck of alot of damage to him/her.

Deadly Winds.
Deadly Winds
makes wind come South, east, west
north and everything in between,
and hit the enemy causing him/her
to freeze and stay frozen for about an hour
doing extreame damage. Can only be used one
time in a battle.

Personality: Loves kittens, likes to swim, shes shy around people,
talks to animals and understands them. When she was young she loved her parents alot,
and the very few friends she had she was kind to, and gave gifts to them alot.
If her friends were in danger she would put her life on the line to save them.
She doesnt like to harm any type of animal but if she has to she will hit the
person holding it trying not to harm the animal.
Apearence:
Strengths: Wind, earth, light, and normal attaks
Weaknesses: Water, fire, thunder, lightning,
and demonic attaks. She doesnt like to harm any type of animal but if she has to she will hit the
person holding it trying not to harm the animal. After she swims her wings are wet so she
cant fly untill they are dried, which gives the enemy a chance of killing or capturing her.


History: She was born from an angel, who married a human.
When she was born her mother (Sarah.) cried out of joy,
her father (Zack.) was happy but didnt show it,
the next day Zack finally got to see his child and found out
it was a female he smiled and asked. "What will we name
her?" Sarah asked to name her Kate. Ten years later,
Kates father died of a disease, Sarah cried, but a few minutes later
she stoped, and thought 'I have to be strong so i can raise Kateand do my job well.

Thirteen years went by and Kate was thirteen years old when her mother died of a disease, later Kate found out her father died of a
disease also. Kate had no parents so she was raised by an angel named Naria. Naria tought Kate how to behave like an angel and act like one.

When Kate turned eighteen years old she fell on a floor and forgot everything other then her age her skills and her name. She went to earth to start a new life in the forest, it was as she was reborn to her but it was probubly good that she fell and started a new life in the forest, because she had quite a dark past.