Character List

Name: Zohik Durion
Age: 36
Race: "Setorion" The Setorion Race is a very vile, cruel and evil race which are conflicting with the opposing "Saken" Race. Sakens are the complete oppostie of Setorions and are good, have manners, and reason much better. Though Setorions are knwon to be incredibly sterong when angered, it is quite hard to anger one.

A Setorion have a full body tattoo that are marks of strength. Only if a Setorion is able to obtain all tattoos may he be freed from his title and have his own. Zohik has obtained this and prefers not to be called a Setorion. Although he is proud of his race, he would much rather be called by his given name after succeeding.
Title: Incessant Warrior
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 260lbs
Eyes: Black and red swirls
Hair: Black smooth hair
Elemental Affinity: Darkness
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Appearance: Zohik
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Weapon:

Name:Arlick
Discription: This sword Which Zohik has no control over but yet is able to wield it. The sword of the Setorions. Though anyone can use it, you must be careful. It tends to get longer and shorter to an extent. Three to five feet changes.

Name: Chikota Long Bow
Discription: An amazing Long Bow made out of a strong Crimson Steel. It Shoots within many yards of range, peircing anything it hits.
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Strengths:
Zohik has been trained as if a god in ranged attacks with his bow. The Setorions race had been at war with the Saken race and as such would happen, the Sakens could fly. A Setorions bow is very instinctively used in battle.

Darkness. Many people know the fact that darkness is evil. Many illusions and mind tricks are led from darkness. This can either help him in battle or annoy his enemy very badly.

Hand-to-hand combat isn't a strong point of Zohik. Since his Arlick is a weapon of great power, he usually doesn't have to conform himself to using this style of battle. Sometimes he is forced to, and when he is, he is especially good at it.


Weaknesses:
Ranged weapons are one of the key powers behind a Setorion's strength. Because of this fact, Zohik has put forth great time and effort in order to combat almost every ranged weapon. Though almost all closed ranged attacks he has trouble with. Do to his speed he has an easier time dodging, rather then blocking his opponent's attacks

Setorions are prone to Ice attacks. Though this may spark an idea to the opposing force, they have many tricks to protect themselves. The Saken race are masters of ice, this showing, how in the war they won.

Illusions stun Zohik for many a time. His mind goes blank and only if he were to see it again could he escape. The stun doesn't always happen, though he is very weak against mind tricks.

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Armor:

Normal Black Gi
He usually doesn't have a top on for it provides less movement speed, also providing him with less heat, the less heat one his skin and flesh the more strength he has. This armor is weighted meaning if he took it off he would be much faster.

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Accessories:

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

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Tehniques:

Darkness Spin
Zohik spins on his toes unimaginably quickly, his Arlick extended outward. Due to the ripples that this makes in the air, a tornado of darkness forms around him, the tornado expanding at a fairly decent rate and slicing up everything that it goes over with the slashing winds.The darkness, if hitting his opponent will act as an illusion, as though the opposing character has fallen into another world, but in reality they look like a vegetable.

Shadow Barrier
Zohik draws upon the power of the shadows inside him and fuses it with the surrounding aura; the resulting mix creates a barrier and cuts down all attacks for 2 turns. Though his battle aura diminishes for about 5 posts, this making his unable to use the ability till then.

Dark Flow
Just a simple healing ability. Zohik loses all defects and gains back 50% of his health. Can be used three times.


History:
Deep, within the caverns of the earth, laid the Setorions. A fallen race. A war between the Sakens and the Setorions had just had it's outcome. The Sakens had won and the setorions, retreated, only mean survived, no hope of their line going on. Some though it would be somewhat better to have haflbreeds between themselves and the human race. others thought differently about such matters. Zohik, the last Setorion general from the war sat in a dark corner, counting the stones on the prison-like walls.

He still wore the powerful armor from the war, having a black gi rest under it. He wondered what went wrong. Flashes of the battle went through his mind.

"We were winning. . . the sakens, they were flying, flaming arrows shot into the sky killed many and then a blue light?. . . what was the blue light?"

Zohik thought long and hard about the war. Everyone starred at him. They thoguht they knew what he was thinking about, but they had no clue. A young setorion boy, never having been in battle walked up to Zohik, not knowing what he was getting himself into. Whipping out Arlick the boy's flesh ripped at the bicep. He yelped out in pain and fell to his kness. Zohik stood, towering over him. The boy's arm healed instantly and a scar appeared. They pain remained, so it seemed, and the boy looked up at Zohik and hissed, his pupils dialating instantly. Zohik laughed slightly as the boy ran off. His first "Setro", the setorion name for Tattoos.

During the battles, Zohik heard rumors that the Setorion leader snuck into the Saken dome and die to the prince of the Sakens. A young boy, defeating his leader. Zohik didn't want to believe it. He yelled with rage and punched the stone wall. His eyes grew a raging red and he unsheathed his sword and marched out of the cavern. Thousands of steps laid before him on the spiral stair case to the earth's surface.

Coming to the twenty foot dorway, Zohik pushed at the thick doors and slowly they creeked open. the angle came when he walked into a blistering light. So bright to his adjusted eyes that he fell to the ground covering them. slowly he cracked them and squinted. His head throbbed with the pulse of his blood and his sinuses pinched. He screamed out a bloodcurdling sound and stood, opening his eyes, and started to walk. He stabbed his sword into the ground ext to a river and drank.

"I will find you! Prince of Sakens!"

Now, he ventures into the changed world.

<approved by Tiroth>
Name: Auhin

Age: 17

Race: Goron

Sex: Male

Hair: Think Baby Goron's hair.

Eyes: Big, round, and green, which is strange for Gorons.

Weight: 240 pounds

Height: The average Goron height, about 5 feet.

Weapon: A green Power Bracelet with a red diamond embedded in it, Auhin wears it on his left wrist.

Armor: None

Strengths: Auhin is strong and packs a punch, and can survive on rocks, like other Gorons. Withstands high temperatures.

Weakness: Extremely slow and not the brightest star in the sky. He's virtually powerless against long-range fighters.

Skills/Magic:
Goron Punch Rears back, his left fist engulfed in fiery energy, and slams his fist into the enemy. A slow attack and easily dodged by the swift. This attack leaves him open to a counterattack because of his slow recovery.
Goron Roll Curls up into a ball like other Gorons and rolls around, but no spikes come out. However, while rolling, he can not harm Chu-chus, only being able to bounce off their gelatinous bodies. If he hits a body of water while rolling, he will drown to death unless saved.

Personality: Extremely generous and brotherly, and actually kind of gullible because of this. He is very protective of royalty and small children in need of help. He has undying respect for his superiors, and will rarely get into an argument with anyone. He hates the badguys with a passion, though.

Appearance: He looks like an adult Goron with Baby Goron's hair. He has the Power Bradelet on his left wrist (he's a lefty). He has the normal Goron belly, except it is slightly bigger. His feet are unusually large, each one is about about twenty inches in length. His eyes are green instead of blue.

History:
Auhin grew up in a Goron Settlement located near the Death Mountain foothills. He was raised by his mother, Amethyst, his father having passed away in a war before Auhin's birth. Because of his being raised by a single mother, he became somewhat of a "mama's boy", and often became the object of ridicule by fellow Goron brethren. Because of the size of hisunusually large feet, they nicknamed him "Bigfoot" and often threw rocks at him while they were playing.

However, because of Auhin's forgiving and nice personality, Auhin remained true to his morals and values that his mother had instilled in him from birth and never responded to the repetitous torment. Instead, he continued to train in combat with his punches and practiced rolling and blacksmithing like all Gorons his age.

At age 13, Auhin was on his daily exploration route on the Death Mountain Trail that cut through the mountains when he found one of many sealed cave entrances. Using a nearby Bomb Flower, he blasted open the cave entrance and entered it. There he found what looked like the remains of an explorer. On the skeleton's right wrist was a green bracelet with a red diamond embedded in it. Auhin took it off the skeleton and put it on, receiving enormous strength. He found he could lift medium-sized rocks and other heavy objects. After rushing back home, he looked in one of his mother's books and found out that this bracelet was a Power Bracelet of olden days. He has never taken off the Power Bracelet since discovery.

When he became 17, Auhin's mother egged him to go out and see the world of Hyrule. Reluctantly, he left his mother and the Goron settlement behind for adventure and to hone his blacksmithing/combat skills, and ultimately meet the Goron Elders like Darunia.

Ack! I can't beleive I forgot to post this in here!

Name: Shron
Age: 23
Race: Sheikah
Gender: Male
Hair: Dark brown, somewhat parted in the middle. Side bangs come to bottom of eyes., and the back of his hair falls barely a half inch above the shoulders.
Eyes: Dark Green when he's normal. But when he uses magic, the turn a feirce red, a sign of his connection to the spirits and his power over magic.
Weight: 180 pounds
Height: 5 feet, 11 inches
Weapon: A long, curved sword crafted by the Gorons, with four rubies on the hilt (three near the blade, and one on the opposite end). Shron inherited it since his father was killed. It was blessed by the Sheikah at the enclave in Hyrule and can store large amounts of energy.Shron also weilds a knife concealed under his coat
Armor: None.
Strengths: Swift and quick. He relies more on speed than power when fighting. This can make battles last a little longer than most, seeing as most of his attacks aren’t incredibly strong. Being a Sheikah, Shron usually doesn’t have to worry about injuries that would seriously harm a normal person.
Weaknesses: It can take a while for Shron to take down an opponent, since most of his attacks aren’t incredibly powerful. Using magic drains him of energy, so using too much can cause serious harm. Though he’s not short-tempered, his anger still gets the best of him.
Skills/Magic: Shron is capable of various forms of Sheikah magic. This includes anima (control over the elements), healing, increase of physical strength or speed, and forms of telepathy. Though his powers are varied, there are limits. Using magic takes away energy, and Shron can seriously hurt himself or die if he uses a spell that’s too powerful.
Personality: Shron is usually kind and helpful, especially when calm. He doesn’t give up easily and is very headstrong. He is not afraid to speak his mind, but sometimes regrets things he says. He can get angry pretty easily, but he’s not short-tempered. When he is angry, he loses most of his logic and reasoning and acts on impulse. He will never kill someone, unless he has to or he feels the person deserves it.
Appearance: He wears a black undershirt and over it a light (as in weight), grey coat (usually closed, with long sleeves) with a short collar that comes up. The coat only comes a few inches past his waist. He has black pants and a belt, which has little sacks for food, drinks, and rupees. His boots are brown, and come up to his calf. His gloves are also brown, do not expose his fingers, and come a bit past the wrist. His ears were recently peirced as a traditional rite of passage for the Sheikah.
Pet: NightStar, a horse from Lon Lon Ranch. He is a medium sized horse with a black body, a very dark blue mane and tail, and bluish eyes. Shron named him Nightstar because he remided Shron of the blackness of the night and the stars that decorated the sky.
Background: Shron was born and raised in Kakariko Village with his sister Klinia.. At the age of thirteen, Shron lost his father to a Gerudo raid of Kakariko Village. They destroyed every building, and took prisoners. Those who weren’t captured either escaped or were killed. This was at the beginning of the war in which the king attempted to destroy the countryside.

Right before Shron’s father was killed, he gave his son a short sword and instructed him to protect Klinia. Shron took his sister and his sword then rushed to a small ditch in the forest near their home. He was found along with his sister, and taken away to the Gerudo Fortress. As each month passed, Shron lost more and more loyalty to the king.

At 16, Shron rallied the prisoners and fought their way out of imprisonment. After many months of wandering, they made it to Hyrule Field, and the war was long over. But unfortunately, Klinia disappeared. He searched desperately for her then came across a young, fierce traveler named Tera. She helped him look for Klinia for about three years. They searched around for clues even in Calatia, but nothing was found. After Shron lost his virginity to Tera, he ran off with guilt. He settled down in a village near Lake Hylia.

He lived there for about four years, until he had a disturbing dream of Klinia. He visited a fortuneteller whom said to him that two travelers named Ciarra and Matiyan could help him. They were fighting against an evil shape-shifter by the name of Haksa. The fortuneteller instructed him to meet them at the port of Kakariko Bay. He did so, and they all were attacked by wolfos in the Lost Woods. They were all saved by the Sheikah, and taken to their hiding place, the Sheikah Enclave.

Elianna was the new leader of the Sheikah ever since Impa left. She agreed to give Matiyan all the help he would need to destroy his enemy, Haksa. Then she revealed to Shron that he and his sister were Sheikah. Shron at first didn’t beleive it but knew it true by the eye of the Sheikah on his hand.

Shron and Matiyan were trained under Elianna. Shron was taught how to fight and do magic in the way that Sheikah did. Matiyan was also taught magic and fighting, but in a different way than Shron. While Matiyan was with Elianna, Shron spent his time with Ciarra and grew closer to her. He soon realized that he was falling in love with her. After six weeks had passed, Haksa attacked and destroyed the Sheikah Enclave. The shape-shifter killed Elianna and took the amethyst from Ciarra’s locket.

They went to Kakariko Village after that. Pirates then kidnapped Ciarra. Shron and Matiyan hurried off after the pirates and traveled to Calatia. On their way, the two got into an argument over Ciarra, as they both loved her. Matiyan took off and Shron continued to his destination, the town of Meridia.

In Meridia, Shron hoped to find Ciarra, as he heard the pirates would sell her as a slave here. He fought against the slavery that was occurring there. The result, though, was a huge riot and many deaths. Shron was overcome with guilt. He still travels around, but does not know where to look...


Battles:
Cloud Forest
Match for the Emblem
Wielders of the Stars

Battle School
[Shrub] Shron's Training

Apporved by Wielder of the sword Once again Thank You


Name: Kyos
Age: 17
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 165 lbs.
Height:5'6

Weapons: Legendary Black Sword and Magic

Strengths: Kyos is very fast due to his father strengths and is very useful for his magic to distract any thing in order to get by. Also he can fight without his sword but very weak without it. He also has Steel Toe shoes there not that heavy but they can do some damage to the enemy.

Weakness: Very Powerful magic that he can't handle and his sword, he can fight with out the sword but he gets very weak without it, his sword is like his power house.

Skill/Magic: The Skills that he has for his sword is Sword dash which is he runs very fast then does a sword attack and basic Sword attacks and he uses Magic for healing but very slow and can use it to power up the sword for more useful attack like the Ranging Blast which is the sword will power up then it will explode when hit by anything in its path this power has a time period of about 2 min. Also to pull things toward him. He can use his magic to distract guards or to fight with but he uses his magic to power up the sword.
Ranging Blast: The sword will infuse with power and it will give the sword to blast anything in its path for small time period.
[b]Sword Dash[b]: Kyos gains speed and does a sword attack through the enemy.
Gravitation: Kyos can pull things and throw things in battle and trying to get by.
Healing: Kyos can heal but the healing process is very slow but it can be very helpful to him when in great damage.
Basic Sword Attack: Kyos can use different styles of Sword attacks and can perform any three hit combo.


Appearance: He wears Black Slacks and like a Black shirt (He mainly likes to wear black). His Hair is Brown and it always has his hair down and half covers his face. He also has Steel Toe shoes not very heavy though but enough to do damage. He has one scar that runs down his left eye down to his chin.

Personality: Kyos is not much of a talker but seems to manage to hold a conversation, he is very likable by people, some look up to him and he is just a very outgoing guy, he protects anybody if in need. But if you mess with him you going to pay a big price for messing with him. He can be cruel at sometimes. In battle he is very quick in fighting, when he acts in battle he is calm, steady like his father but wants get into it like his mother so there is little of both in Kyos.

Biography: Kyos was born in Kyoto, Hunten. Kyos has a brother and every time his parents went off to war Kyos always protected his brother. Him and his brother and like friends. Kyos brother look up to him and wants to be like him. He had run off when I told him not to but he wouldn't listen then I heard a scream and I ran out there and got him before the Tokos got him and went into the house and by that time Kyos was in training to use the sword. When I had told my Parents what had happen they were shocked but they knew they can count on me to protect my little brother. He had many friends but he had a very close friend named Ly. They were both very best friends. His Mother and Father were very great fighters. They fought in many wars and won them to bring peace to their Village. Kyos had looked up to them and wanted to be like them and fight for peace. So when he was ten his father gave him the Legendary Black Sword made by his father, the sword had Kyos name engraved in it so Kyos was excited. So he practices with his father every night . 4 years had past by and now Kyos seeks his own Adventure and to travel too many lands to find the Tokos and kill them so there won't be any wars and there will be peace.

(This is a Detail of the story from above.)

When Kyos was in training with his father Kyos knew that he was going to be a great Warrior and he make his father proud of him, Kyos had many skills that his father taught him and his mother taught him how to do Ranging Blast. Ranging Blast is when the sword starts to gain power and then with the 2 min time period Kyos can attack anybody within that time. His father showed how to wield the sword with great power and that power come from within your heart then you will become one with the sword and you will feel the power of the sword and Kyos manage to the power from within. Also his father showed him the basic of the sword and how to use it. Then his mother taught him the wonders of magic and how to infuse it with the sword like the Ranging Blast, the mother will teach him more but Kyos couldn't handle much Magic but he will try to conquer it by time.

One day when Kyos parents where off to the Market, the mother had told Kyos to keep an eye on his brother so Kyos did what his mother said. So Kyos goes outside with is brother and were playing around and Kyos wanted to go get a drink of water in the house and the brother started to wonder off into the woods that the parents told them not to and then when Kyos heard the scream, Kyos grab his sword and ran into the woods and grab his brother out of the woods the Tokos put up a fight and Kyos gave it to them few were dead but few escaped. Ly had found out that the Tokos were in the woods so she herself starting to train in order to protect the village. Kyos pick him up and took him back to the house and when his parents came back Kyos had told them what had happen they were very proud of Kyos who had killed some of the Tokos and bring his brother back form the woods unharmed.

When Kyos was 13 he had new some of the basic sword attacks and Ranging Blast, so one day his father had told Kyos that the General wanted to see him. So Kyos went to the General who leaded the army of the Village and others that were near by. The General wanted to see what kind of skills Kyos had so Kyos showed the basics of sword fight his father taught him and Ranging Blast. The General was amazed and said Kyos was ready for battle. Kyos was going to fight in battle against the Tokos and his Parents were going to stay with his little brother. Then one night Kyos had got his stuff ready for battle, his mom came in and told him that the battle wasn't going to be easy and to take care of himself and then gave him a good night kiss. Then his father came in and gave Kyos the sword and told him to be alert, calm and steady and don't e afraid of anything just believe in yourself and then left.

The next morning Kyos got his things and left to meet with rest of the soldiers that are with the General. The General had said that the Tokos are in great numbers and will try to do anything to kill us and our families and we will not stop at nothing to kill them before they get to us and our family.
So we starting to march towards the battle field and Kyos is thinking of what is going to happen in the next few minutes. Then we heard a trumpet sound from across and it was the Tokos, everyone was ready to fight and so was Kyos this was his first battle and he was scared to death then the General yelled out loud "KILL THEM" and everyone charged towards the Tokos and the Tokos were very powerful. So Kyos was fighting Tokos from left and right then he noticed something he saw the leader of the Tokos fighting the General. Kyos started to run towards them then he notice something else that he was running at great speed then started to chop Tokos in half and he had learned Speed Dash then before he can get to the General the Leader of the Tokos had stab him multiple times then finish him off.

The Leader of the Tokos started to fight with Kyos and Kyos was in shock to see the general dead then Kyos was starting to get mad and all of a sudden a black dark cloud started to form and everyone stop fighting and this big Dark Cloud just Swallowed up the Leader but the battle wasn't over the war had just begun. So Kyos told the soldiers to leave the battle field and start walking towards there villages. Kyos had told his parents what had happen and the new powers that he just learned front the battle but this was just the beginning of Kyos Quest.


Now four years had past by and Kyos is going to travel to different lands in search of the Tokos.
And to bring peace to the Villages that had been attack by the Tokos.

Again, Thank you Tiroth.

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Name: Bjorn Venator
Age: 21
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Milky-White
Weight: 73 kg1/62 lbs/
Height: 175 cms/5’7”

Weapon: A Gorgian Baton, a wooden shaft with a double-sided, miniature axe head on both ends, improved by the Army’s Witch to allow it shrink to the size of a pencil.
Armour: Black leather cowl with eye mask.

Strengths: Bjorn has the determination of a tiger, and has high stamina and his long legs make for speedy running and high jumping.
Weakness: Bjorn is blind, and he is not very graceful. His feet are large and unequal, making him not so-sure of footing, and is not particularly skilful in terms of stealth.
Skills/Magic: Bjorn has abnormal, enchanted ears, which can detect a heartbeat thirty metres away. He can also use these in co-ordination with high whistling, to make a crude, mental map of his surroundings, like sonar.

Personality: Bjorn is relatively easy-going, save for the entire sight issue. Though not particularly knowledgeable, Bjorn is quick to think, even in extreme environments. Bjorn is adverse to loud noises, and has a slight disdain for the aristocracy and those who single him out as useless due to his impaired sight.

Appearance: Bjorn Venator is of middling weight and height, and has narrow set shoulders and lanky legs with large feet to match. His nails and surrounding skin are ragged, and the back of his small hand is burned an ornate, twisting GN, for Gorgian Navy. His nose is long and ever so-slightly hooked over his tight mouth, filled with teeth damaged by scurvy. Bjorn’s hair is seldom seen, due to his leather cowl, but if one were to investigate, they would find thinning, dry hair that is sticking outwards constantly. His ears are nothing special, holding up his black upper-face mask disguising his worthless eyes. His skin is tanned and rough throughout. His clothes, they are ragged and plain, worn away by deck-duty, long-sleeved to protect him from the harsh sun of the Western Sea.

History: Bjorn Venator was born into an indifferent family, neither rich nor poor. His male ancestors had all been in the profession of Hunting, to supply the butchers of Charu, his hometown, with meat. His family consisted of a Mother and Father, older brother and sister. When he was born blind, his family realised he could never continue the tradition of Hunting game. Despite this, they raised him during his childhood, but with some difficulty and slight disdain.

He was nine years old when his Father came home, severely drunk after a long night at the Inn. Influenced by alcohol, he took Bjorn to the river to drown him, and get rid of the trouble once and for all. He stole a rowing boat from the quay, and threw Bjorn overboard. Bjorn couldn’t swim, he could only thrash about as his life slowly rowed away from him. Luckily, he was discovered by the Gorgian Navy as they were travelling to the Western Coast. He was hauled aboard, and began a new life afresh.

The ship’s captain took pity on him, and took him to the Army’s Witch. There, Bjorn was trained for months to develop his ears, and all the while the Witch imbued magical essence into them. It was here that Bjorn learned to use sonar and also where he received an enchanted Gorgian Baton, handed down generations of the Witch’s family.

Bjorn left the Witch’s riverside hut and rejoined the Gorgian Navy, where he became the cabin boy. For years he scrubbed decks, repaired broken masts, and entertained the sailors with songs of home, almost content with the sea air and constant motion. But alas, it was not to last.

While in thick mist, Bjorn’s ship was beset upon by a group of Pirates. The skirmish was quick and decisive, leaving only several of the crew alive. Bjorn was captured and destined to be a slave in the far diamond mines of the west. He was locked in a dank room in the lower decks, where he lost track of time as the Pirate ship slowly made it’s way off all maps. The Pirate crew grew uneasy as they entered a dense cloud of fog, and Bjorn saw his chance of freedom.

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Did you know that "Venator" means "Hunter" in Latin?

Thanks to Zanza for approving my character =)



Name: Hydraxis

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Name: Hydraxis
Age: unknown
Race: elemental
Sex: male
Hair: short water spikes
Eyes: his eyes are made of dark blue water which have no pupils
Weight: 140 lbs
Height: 6ft

Weapon: Cascade - this is a mythical sword passed down from champion to champion amongst the water lords. Its hilt is made of a natural metal and although the blade is a column of water, it cuts like razor sharp steel. The watery blade can also transform into a whip which is useful for defense.

Armor: Dark blue Kendo style robes with black trim and black belt.

Strengths: his liquid composition alows hydraxis to flex into positions most people could not. He also has the power to manipulate water and is resistant to fire
Weakness: Although resistant to fire, Hydraxis cannot withstand high and low temperatures as they weaken his strength. He is also susceptible to electricity.

Skills/Magic:
Regenration: Hydraxis has extensive regeneration capabilities when submerged

Torrent: Hydraxis can shoot out an intense beam of water at an oponent to knock them down.

Mist: Hydraxis is able to create a mist around the area reducing the oponents visibility. This is more a tactical meneuver than offensive.

Personality: As a water lord Hydraxis has learned the virtues of patience and calmness. Hydraxis is a passionate being who cares greatly for the creatures of the sea and is angered by those who abuse it. When faced with a situation, Hydraxis remains calm and formulates a strategy in his mind that will best suit the situation.

Appearance: Hydraxis is a towering 6 ft and has a medium frame. He has similar physiology and appearence to a human but he is composed of water whereas humans have a skeletal structure muscle tissue and blood. His hair however is not made of keratin, It is spikes of water protruding from his head. His eyes are a saphire colour and have no pupils.
Hydraxis weares a Dark blue Kendo style outfit with a thin, light metal plating underneath for added protection and wears a pair of sandals. On his wrist he wears golden bracelets which are inscribed with symbols from his language. Strapped to his back is is sword cascade, sheathed in a pearl and saphire encrusted scabbard.

History: Acording to the magi archives, the water lords first came to be when the earth mother decended into slumber. To protect the planet she had cultivated, she created gaurdians. Ents to protect the forests, mighty stone golems to rule the mountains, Dryads to control the skies and the water lords to watch over the vast seas.
The water lords, created from the strongest of magics, have incredibly long life spans. It is believed that they can live for up to 2000 years.
The water lords are a proud race and pride themselves on there vast knowledge and powerful warriors. Every millenia a new champion is elected to watch over and rule the creatures of the sea and it was this millenia that ydraxis was chosen as that champion and handed the legendary blade cascade.
Hydraxis considered himself to be a valiant warrior and trained hard in his combat and magical skills. He had always imagined himself as a champion like those spoken of in the legends of his people. It was after Hydraxis defeated the balhoom, a giatn squid that attacked his underwater kingdom, that he finally became the Champion of the people he always dreamed he would be and became the next in line to rule the people. Hydraxis accepted his title of champion and began to rule his kind for the next 1000 years.
now 500 years into his rule Hydraxis had become curious about the world above the great ocean and decided to venture into the land above. Leaving his most trusted Steward, Pylorian, in charge of the ocean in his absence, Hydraxis ventured out into the land.

Additional: To retain his bodly structure on land, Hydraxis relies on surface tension. If struck with a sword, the tension will break and Hydraxis will "bleed" water, thus weakening him. He can however recover after a battle using his regeneration technique (see magics/skills). (thanks to andurhill for this help)

Name: Khalid. (K-Ah-Lid, Arabic for “Eternal”)
Age: Seeing as reapers live in the time vortex, he has no age per say.
Gender: Male.
Race: Sentient reaper (Sometimes calls himself a reaver to differentiate his kind from those who collect souls.)

Height: Six feet tall in his human form, nearly fifteen in his true form (Tail included).
Weight: About 210 in his human form, well over a ton in his true form.

Race Explanation: The reapers are extradimensional, materialising and dematerialising out of the spacetime vortex. They are attracted to temporal paradoxes that damage time, like bacteria swarming around a wound. They then proceed to "sterilise" the wound by consuming everyone in sight.

If the timeline is restored, they vanish, with their actions reversed as if they had never happened. Being a sentient reaper, Khalid knows that he will be returned to the time vortex if the paradox is fixed, and will thus attempt to keep that from happening.

Appearance (True Form): Reapers are multi-limbed, flying reptiles similar to pterosaurs, with a large wingspan, sharp teeth both in the form of a beak and a secondary mouth in their torsos. They also have a tail not unlike a scythe blade.


^ The generic appearance of a reaper.

Appearance (Human Form): In his seemingly human form Khalid has the looks of a healthy young man in his late twenties. His clothing can change depending on what he feels like “wearing” at the time. In reality his clothing is merely an extension of himself.

If he can’t figure out what he wants to wear, he’ll go with gray cotton trousers and an unbuttoned dress shirt. Once in a while he’ll wear a loose tie along with it, if only to add to the illusion that he’s an eccentric human.

Khalid’s eyes are a mossy green color, his hair reaches halfway down his neck in the back and down past his eyebrows in the front, and is a fairly dark brown color. He appears to be decently athletic, with medium sized muscles.

Personality: Khalid could be described as somewhat eccentric, although that’s usually just a fake personality trait that he displays. He is fairly unpredictable, alternating between being intent on finishing a task and being too lazy to finish said task.

Khalid can seem unfeeling at times, as he is still relatively new to this dimension and thus his emotions need to adjust. He ponders various things that he sees, especially human emotion. Being a reaper however, Khalid is prone to rare yet sudden urges to devour every living thing in site.

He usually appeases this urge with food until he can find a suitable victim, at which point he’ll turn into his true form and swallow him or her whole through his second mouth.

Weapon(s): In his human form Khalid wields a single doubled-sided blade by the name of Serpentine. This blade is roughly three feet long, handle included, and is fairly plain in appearance. In his true form Khalid’s scythelike tail can be used to impale or slash enemies.

Armor: Khalid wears no form of armor, seeing as he can’t be killed anyway.

Skills/Magic: Khalid can teleport while in his human form, although this ability is unusable in his true form, replaced with the flight capabilities that his wings afford him. He can also hypnotize the weak minded, making them into his personal slaves.

His biggest ability however, is the ability to traverse through the dimensions, as well as going to different times. This allows him great knowledge of things that are happening and things that are to come.

While in his true form he can also blend into his surroundings, becoming nearly invisible.

Strengths: Being a reaper, Khalid cannot be killed by anything that originated in this existence. That includes this existence’s versions of Heaven and Hell. His strength is of an incredible level as well, equal to that of several demons.

He also has a profound knowledge of history, which allows him to speak in many different languages. Khalid’s ability to teleport can send him quite a distance in any direction, saving him from incredible harm.

Weaknesses: Seeing as reapers are a type of temporal bacteria, Khalid will be forced back to the time vortex if the paradox that brought him here is fixed. Holy attacks also deal more damage to him than any other form of attack, seeing as reapers are a dark species.

Khalid also tends to be rather cocky about his fighting abilities due to the fact that he can’t be killed by anything in this dimension. He tends to forget that, although he can’t be killed, things in this dimension can still harm him.

Khalid is also fairly absentminded, often forgetting that he's in a fight if he doesn't see his opponent for ten minutes or so.

Bio: The time vortex. In between the various realities and existences it sits, the raw generator of time itself. Very few beings have been here, and even less have gotten out. One species however, covers this dimension.

They are the reapers, interdimensional beings intent on feeding their insatiable hunger. They are the byproduct of time, much the same as work produces sweat. The reapers lay in wait for centuries, able to break free from the time vortex during a paradox.

Such a paradox was created when the experimental Project 39 was sent through a portal to the ancient past. He was followed shortly afterwards by the tyrant Keon Laan, more commonly known as Slag. This paradox was now large enough for a single reaper to make it through.

Khalid was this reaper, tearing through the walls that separated him from this dimension. He quickly made his way through time to Slag and Surge’s destination, not noticing that another being was taking a similar time route. This being, Dark, was using the portal to go back and kill Slag and Surge.

Unfortunately for Khalid, only one thing could fit in said portal at a time. The way Dark had entered the portal was powered by futuristic technology, sending him through it faster than the reaper’s self powered portal. He passed through Khalid, altering his genetic structure.

The reaper gained a sentient mind through the mutation, absorbing the knowledge that surrounded him in the portal. Khalid was dropped from the portal at the peak of Mt. Himayo, finding himself in the middle of a town of savage natives.

Due to his monstrous appearance the natives believed Khalid to be a demon, instantly attacking him with primitive wooden spears and bronze swords. Needless to say, they didn’t live very long. Khalid consumed each of them one at a time through his second mouth, sending others hurtling off the peak with his tail.

When they were all dead Khalid picked one, deciding that he liked its appearance. He molded himself to match said appearance, gaining his fake human form. He also took the best sword in the village, the only non-bronze one, naming it Serpentine.

Khalid set out to try and discover what this world was like, deciding that he didn’t want to return to the time vortex. For that however, he’d have to ensure that Slag, Surge, and Dark never returned to their own time…

Author’s Note: Credit goes to Quark for allowing the use of his characters Slag, Surge, and Dark in Khalid’s bio.

Yah, this character is based off a D&D character of mine that I figured I would take to the next level: Internet based role play with complete strangers! (approved by Winged Fire Ninja)

Name: Daedrius
Age:25
Race: Tiefling
Sex: Male
Hair: Short and a pale white color, aside from the long white bangs that reach his chin.
Eyes: white from edge to edge
Weight:140
Height:5’8

Weapon: His hands are one of the strange, inhuman factors about Daedrius that displays his race plainly in his appearance. Both hands are designed like bony demon claws with lean muscles and rather large and powerful nails exerting from their surface. Though the nails are both sharp and strong, the main threat from his claws comes from the shear strength and accuracy of the muscles as well. With a well planned thrust, he can shove his entire open arm into the stomach of an enemy. Whenever he is traveling or even just getting a feeling that he may have to fight, he usually coats his nails in a thick black liquid he has on his person at any time. The liquid is a poison that burns into the bloodstream, causing excruciating pain on and around the wounded area.
He also wields an arrangement of custom made knives that he hides in concealed places on his body. The knives are relatively large and elaborately designed. They are all identical, having golden handles carved into the shape of two intertwining dragons. The blades are long for a knife and curved almost into the design of a scimitar. The inside end of the curve consists of small teeth cut into blade. Though very well designed, these weapons are not often used in combat…although he always manages to find multiple uses for them…

Armor: His skin is naturally a bit leathery and covered in calluses, giving him some natural protection, also wears multiple cloaks when wings are folded making it a bit harder to make out his figure under the cloth. In order to fly however, many of his cloaks must be discarded.

Strengths: Daedrius is incredibly fast and, despite his size, unnaturally super-strong. His wings usually give him an instant advantage during a fight. He likes to kill and doesn’t hesitate to do it, even in a situation where it is unnecessary. As a demon-spawn, he has high resilience to almost all elemental magic (Fire, Water, Earth, Thunder, etc.)

Weakness: Due to his unusual looks and the evil aura that resonates around him, it is near impossible for him to hide from anything without it sensing him or seeing him. Though he has some promising natural armor, it isn’t enough to withstand a sword blow and, therefore, he doesn’t have the most powerful defensive abilities. Anything holy or sacred is unbearably painful for him to touch and he is often forced into submission from such an attack. Arcane magic is pretty effective against him and he is an extreme outcast from society. Any who are idealists on the concept of good and evil and hold high authority to law and noble morals will despise the impure creature that he is without question or reason. Due to the limited reach his hands give him compared to a sword, he needs to get close to make an effective attack and that can sometimes limit his ability to fight back. Due to his lack of a range attack, when mid-air he is incredibly vulnerable to any ranged weapons.

Skills/Magic: He can cast a few spells that all deal with enchanting his hands to do different things when he uses them and has the ability to fly very acrobaticly using his wings. While flying he can force strong gusts of wind onto a target using his wings, that often subdue an opponent to the ground or at least lessen the ability to move against the wind. The attack is overall relatively harmless though.
Some of the spells he can use include a basic incantation that enchants his hands with fire. The fire is red hot and capable of burning away most non metal materials that are not equipped to the tiefling’s person. He may also enchant his hands with an expulsive energy power, causing the next nonliving thing he touches to spontaneously combust.

Personality: An outcast from birth, Daedrius despises everything and everyone and shows no sign or idea of mercy or compassion for anything alive. He holds a natural hatred and distrust of even his own kind and rarely is found in the companionship of anyone. Due to his lack of care, he also has no sense of honor or respect in his fighting and will make a cheap shot without care. Thanks to his past experiences, Daedrius has inbred the idea that honor and love are a weakness and power is the key to survival. Therefore, he constantly searches for a way to become more powerful and will do anything to do such. Daedrius follows the rules of chaos, in the sense that rules have no meaning to him. The weak are pawns and the strong are a threat. Despite these ideals, he is not paranoid and shows no fear, even if he feels it. As a tiefling, he is naturally drawn to the unnatural and unholy forces and so gets along best (if you could say he gets along with anyone at all) with others who practice these arts.

Appearance: At first glance, not a patch of skin can be seen on this tiefling’s body. Wearing multiple shrouds and cloaks, Daedrius keeps himself completely unidentifiable to anyone for as long as he possibly can. Under the black cloaks, lies a fair faced man who would actually pass off as incredibly handsome if it weren’t for the more disturbing features about him. His unnaturally white hair is short all around his head aside from the long tendril-like bangs that rest in front of his face. His eyes are completely white, lacking visible pupil and iris and making it almost impossible to see just what he is looking at. When in combat, he removes most of his shrouds accept the medium sized shroud and cloak around his neck and back that are designed for maximum wing flexibility. He also wears a black painted padding and a blood red undershirt. When his shrouds are removed, only two of his knives are present and both are visible behind his back. He wears black leather slacks with multiple spikes protruding from them, more for show then a use in combat. He also wears steel tipped boots that have been designed for him to be light-weight so as not to hinder his flying. His clawed hands are also covered by finger-cut, black gloves.

History: Daedrius, a wretched soul deprived of his own damnation. From birth his life was a tragedy that few would understand. For this his heart has sewn itself shut from all and turned cold to the world. The natural urges to survive and control taking over and completely engulfing his being.
Daedrius was born the son of an ashamed young woman who was raped on her wedding night by a fiend who had aided in the invading of her hometown. Left in pain and in the smoldering corpses of everyone she knew and loved, the woman had no idea of the abomination that had started to grow in her womb. For the next several months, she traveled from town to town seeking a place to call home and make a living for herself. The instant they heard about the creature that grew within her she was immediately chased out of the town. When born, he had luckily withstood much of his father’s genes by some unknown cause, and did not come out as the horrific half-fiend that so many had expected of him. However he did inherit enough demon to be noticeably not human; most obvious, the stubby folded wings and empty white eyes.
After his birth, Daedrius didn’t quite understand why people hated him wherever they went and was often confused as to why his mother uncomfortably stuffed his magnificent bat-like wings into uncomfortable positions behind tight clothing. He never had any friends, and even his own mother seemed not to love him. Though she fed and cared for him, he could always see in her eyes the hatred she held for him and how his existence had ruined her life. As he grew, he began to reflect some of that hatred back at others who would reject them, often growing hostile and angry at everyone. This never helped them to cope anywhere and often had the law chasing him down. He didn’t care. His mother obviously never cared and no one else did either.
By the time his wings and claws had fully developed, the youth had bred a completely independent mindset and was ready to leave this embarrassment of an existence behind him and set out for the life of an adventurer. The promise of finding his own place in the world where people wouldn’t matter was a nirvana he dreamed of. No one would miss him and he would be doing all the local guards a favor and his mother….his mother would be better off without him anyway...
Disappearing in the night with nothing but a small satchel of food and the clothes on his back, Daedrius left the world that kept him safe for so long, never to return and into the dark wood beyond the outskirts of the civilized world. As he walked through the dark, he wondered what he would now do with himself and what kind of adventurer he could be. As he walked, creatures stirred from beyond the wood around him and became ready to strike the young tiefling. Had it not been for coincidence, the great wolves that stalked him would have killed the unarmed abomination of men. At that same moment however, a small gathering of travelers had come across the scene and the group then charged to save the youth. An eruption of fire and blood swirled around the woods that night, in the midst of a young demon-kin who then saw his first real taste of blood and death.

“Hey kid, what are you doing out here at this hour?” A rather large man said, still panting from the battle. His face was heavily bearded and blunt. He wore a suit of armor and wielded a sword nearly twice the size of Daedrius.

The tiefling looked around to see who else had saved him. Among them was: a human in a suit of leather with multiple daggers and knives ornating his suit, plentifully used in the fight and an elf with a rather large bow.

By this time all of them had noticed the wings that stood out from the youth they had just saved and all were a little wary of the creature.

“Oh please, you are all pathetic” a voice seemed to speak as if from no where.

Two figures stepped from out of the woods and came close to the boy. “You’re a disgrace to everything the world will think of you, so embrace it and get on with yourself tiefling” Said one of the figures.

Daedrius didn’t know how to respond as he had never been called that before and had never been quite sure as to what he was. It made him wonder as to who would know anything about him. Squinting, it was hard for him to make out the two figures but what he did see startled him. They both seemed to be human…at one time. One was garbed in tattered robes that covered much of his torso, but was made of nothing but bones and occasional areas of a green colored rotting flesh. The other wore a suit of black armor and his skin was the same green as that of the flesh of the other undead.

“Trust me, I might have an idea of what it means to be an outcast” the robed lich continued.

For the next several years the tiefling traveled and learned from the other adventurers until a certain day when the tiefling had awakened to find the entire camp deserted and him alone and abandoned. He does not know what happened that day. Setting off on his own again, Daedrius swore to never trust another again.

***Approved by a Shurb***

Name: Anastacia (Ana-stah-c-ya) Angel

Know as: Stacia (stah-c-yah)

Nicknames: My Queen (by those she has infected), Miss Stacia (By those she has infected), The infector (By those who know of her but not her name)

Age: Since the birth of the earth.

Race: Uiru.

Race Description: When each planet was created life was born on that planet. A Uiru countered this life. All Uiru are bringers of death they each seek to destroy all life in the planet they where created on. Although they over all goals are the same they have many different ways of achieving this goal, which varies between Uiru. Some wish to simply attack the world with there brute strength, others to trick the world to kill it self, and the least popular way is to all infect the inhabitants minds and make them all commit suicide.

Sex: Female

Hair: Long almond colored hair, that flows down past her waist.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 105 lbs

Height: 5’2

Theme Music: In The Name Of God-Dream Theater

Weapon: Since her De-Throning by Shinu, she had to resort to a mainly Physical means of battle, using her dagger(Picture here) And a similar style shortsword.

Armor: Since her De-Throning she used the rest of her money to buy a diamond studded chain-mail piece.

Strengths:While still being considerable weaker then before, she is still a capable sword fighter, and the few magical spells she can use, she uses with perfection. She is also very fast, and agile which makes up for her lack of pure strength. But her main strength is that fact she cannot be killed by any means, other then the will of a true God. She is calm and cool headed, and is nearly impossible to anger.

Weakness: She is fairly weak, physicaly, comparable to fairly strong human male. She is not yet used to not having her full power, which serves as an advanatge. Also she has a fear of large quanties of water because she is completely powerless in water.

Skills/Magic: Though her main powers where taken away, she still has some powers to which she calls her own.

Plants: She is still able to control all types of plant life. She uses them for many different things depending on what plants are nearest.(Can no longer draw energy from plants)

Flash Bang: She can create a bright flash of light to tempoarily blind her opponent.

Light Wind: She can use her limited powers in wind control to puch projectiles heading towards her.

Queen of Evil Light: Once a month, she is able to temporaily return to her former state for about an hour. Even under these circumstances she also needs to either be in Regular mortal danger (meaning in a situation that would kill a mortal) or at a time of extreme need, (In order to fight someone much, much stronger then her). below are the powers she has while in her Queen of light form.

Infection: She is able to infect someone if they are close to death or willing to be infected. When this happens there wounds are healed, and they follow her as if she was a god. In order to infect someone who is not willing to be infected and is close to death she much physically touch them. If that are willing then she can infect them from a distance. The only way to tell if someone is infected is that there hair turns a golden color.

Teleportation: She is able to anyplace in the world at a mere thought. This however is useless in a battle for it takes about twenty seconds to work. She is able to teleport non-living objects and people who are willing as well.

The winds: Using her control of the winds she can use it to throw her enemy around. As well it makes her able to fly.

Shield: Creates a green barrier around her shielding her from any means of physical or magical force.

Energy: Using energy from people she has infected or plant life she can create different types of energy attacks. All appear green in color they come in three different types. Small- a small blast of energy capable to send an average weighted man flying. Large-A large beam capable to rendering someone unconscious or dead depending on their current strength, this however takes a lot of power to use and is usually a last resort. Binding-Small thin beams that ties her opponent’s hand and feet together, these can be broken with enough force.

Sight: She has the ability to see through the eyes of anyone she has infected.

Appearance: Stacia’s has very pale white skin. She is very small, and slim. Her hair is long and free cascading down her back. For clothes she wears a light red top with gold trimming. She where a Matching skirt that goes down to her knees. On her feet she has medium length black boots. She wears a light read glove on her left hand and silver bracelet with the word “Pessum ire universitas” inscribed in it. On her head she wears a sliver colored headband with three jewels in it. As is common with all Uiru she has a black tattoo that starts at her right hand middle finger and goes up to her right eye.(The tatoo looks like this)

Personality: Since her Dethroning her personality has changed drasticly. While in her old form she was basicly cold, calculating, and without emotions. However this is not true of her anymore. She is capable of feeling a wide range of emotions, however due to never actually being exposed to them before she usually ignores them, causing them to reside in the deep recess of her brain. She is just as cold, and calculating as ever. When the situation occoures ever it is a possiblity that she may react with emoptinos rather then logic, but then the timing must be perfect.

Biography: There are billions of planets in the universe many of which can support intelligent life. However for each planet that can create life there is a counter to that life a Uiru. A Uiru will take a form of the dominant species of that planet, and formulate a plan to destroy it. There entire existence is to destroy. Each Uiru share a few similar traits. Each have the words “Pessum ire universitas” somewhere on there body (It means Destroyer of worlds), each have a black tattoo that stretches from there hand too there eye, each have three stones that tell there moods, and finally each loss there powers for a short amount of time when there name is spoken.

When the earth was created so was the Uiru by the name of Anastacia Angel. As is custom she lived in solitude at the center of the earth watching the people grow whilst figuring out her plan to take over the world. After the planet had orbited its central star two million times she was allowed to leave and enter the over world. She Chose her form, and entered the world through a cave on Mount Olympious.

She then chose her first victim to be infected. She snuck up behind plunging her dagger into his back. The boy fell to the ground in pain, and with a simple touch the man’s black hair turned golden. She began to infect more and more people till she had about two hundred warriors. Using her powers she transported them all to the throne room of the ruler of Heion. Using her warriors to kill the guards, and bring the king down to near death she infected him.

The infected king called for all people of the land of Heion to meet at his castle for a special ceremony. When the day arrived three hundred thousand men and women showed up, all of the country of Heion. The king asked them all to welcome their new queen, the obliged and said in unison “We welcome you oh queen” as the king had asked. They did not know that by doing this they gave there lives over to Stacia, as she was known. The Uiru infected them all gaining herself control over an entire country.

Now she sits on her throne while her army searches out the best of warriors to be infected, when they find a warrior fitting Anastacia Angel presents herself to them and offers them “peace”. If they refuse the offer she will find a different means of entering there minds.

After a couple years of searching Stacia thought she found ally she could trust in a man called "Shinu". The two ploted to trap a warrior named Tsuukai ita, and infect him. While there plan was a success, Shinu had another plan. After another warrior called "Zorlo" freed Tsuukai, Stacia went to confront them, and a female warrior named Maria, but Shinu came down, and betrayed Stacia.

Shinu called her by her full name, taking her powers, and blasted her away with his powerfull magic, what he didn't know is the true effect of what he did. By doing such damange, more then would kill a normal human five times over, Stacia's body would not be able to return to her full power till the wounds where fully healed, further more since the attack was made off pure darkness, a little darkness saw the light inside her, and stayed, smothering it. Therefore Stacia will not be able to permantly return to full power untill something, or soemone removes the darkness that Shinu planted in her.
Battle Rank
Player: Puck the Trickster
Character: Anastacia Angel
Innate Element: Life
Overall Rank: VIII
Strength: II
Defense: II
Elemental: IX
Speed: V
Skill: X

I got this idea from Prince of Persia, Warrior Within. There's a scene that talks about this guy that used the Wraith Mask to travel back in time to undo something he did. I'm not saying this is that guy, but that it describes Tempus' story in a nutshell.


Name: Tempus
Race: Sand Wraith
Age: 35
Hieght: 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs
eyes: Only black eye sockets can be seen through the mask
Hair: Black

Appearance: Before he donned the mask, he was a Persian man with tanned skin and a lean, muscular body. The white Wraith Mask transformed him into a ghost like creature with tattered, flowing cloth for clothing. His whole body is covered in black and white stripes, and the mouthless mask is as pale as the moon. Smooth bone and eye holes are all that can be seen.

Personality: He is dark, brooding, and constantly racked with guilt over the events that shaped his last two years. He is deeply in love with a woman that desires to kill him, only she doesn't know that he is the Wraith. Torn by love and self-hatred, he is driven by the one goal: to set things right.

In battle, he is confidant, for he feels most comfortable when locked in combat. Fighting was always what he did best, and he'd sooner fight a stranger than introduce himself. He prefers not to kill, since the thought of being hunted by men seeking a rematch gives him a rush.

Weapons: Two 4' long broadswords, and a bow and arrow set with fire, ice, and poison arrows. He prefers hallucigenic poison rather than neurotoxins, since he prefers to let people live.

Armor: Wraith armor is moderately durable to both physical and magical attacks, and it has self-regenerating properties. Light wounds are healed in minutes, while the worst may not heal for hours.

Skills: Swords and arrows are his specialty, and the mask lets him use telepathy since he has no mouth.He just thinks at people to communicate.

Magic:

Tempus Fugit: He speeds up, and everything else slows down. He moves super fast during this spell that lasts ten seconds. After the spell stops, there is a sixty second recharge time, and it takes a few seconds for him to readjust. This makes him vulnerable.

Age Wave: Inanimate objects and lesser lifeforms like plants can grow in age to up to one hundred years.

Youth Wave: Opposite of Age Wave.

Time Vision: When looking at a room or area, he can see what has and will happen in the past or next twenty four hours. This takes concentration, so he can rarely use it when he's being attacked.

Rewind: He can rewind the last five seconds that passed to undo what just occured. There is a thirty second recharge on this.

Sleet(gained from joining Alliance of Auras): Tempus has been given a water based spell that allows him to control the water vapor within a fifty foot radius. He is able to freeze water vapor, then partially melt it into sleet. He can swirl this around, causing opponents to become cold and drenched. All victims will show symtoms of hypothermia, and slowly fall into full system shutdown. Tempus' self regenerating armor prevents the sleet from effecting him.

Shadow Form(gained from joining Alliance of Auras): In shadow form, Tempus can meld into any shadow. He can also jump through walls, floors, and ceilings if there are shadows in other areas. However, he can't attack in shadow form, and any source of light will bend and twist his form in painful ways.

Strengths: He is a brilliant fighter and marksman. His confidance and skill often make him a reliable leader.

Weaknesses: Very speedy opponents are less effected by Tempus Fugit, and since he uses swords and arrows, his weapons aren't as good against heavily armored foes.

Background: Before he took the name Tempus, he was called Diomedes. Diomedes lived on a coninent the size of Asia, where the northern half was ruled by Princess Ariande's family. He served in Ariande's personal guard since he was seventen. In his seventeenth year, he asked Ariande if he could court her, unfortunately she denied him. She said that she could only wed a powerful or rich noble, so he began to devise a way to become powerful.

He quit the personal guard to go on a hunt to the Temple of Time, where he could conquer the southern half of the continent, which was divided into smaller countries. He found the sands of time, and used time travel to conquer half of the continent little by little. In that time, ne had become greedy and ruthless, but he always thought about the woman he loved.

After amassing and army and training an elite personal guard of his own, though he never told him of his love, as he conquered the southern half of the continent. Through his trials, there had been a female masked warior trying to stop him, but he never knew why. On the eve of the day he would march to Ariande's family palace to announce his power, he managed to mortally wound the masked woman that had caused him the most grief.

Much to his horror, he found it was Ariande who he stabbed though the chest. As she fell to the ground, her eyes spewed hatred, and he was both horrified and baffled. She died before he could ask why she hated him. Since his guard had no feelings for Ariande, and hated the royals, they turned on him. He saw them for what they truly were, and in them, he saw himself. In a blind fury, he set upon them, killing them all.

After two brutal battles, he fled his home in search of a way to fix what he destroyed. He found the sands of time guarded by the Dahaka, but eventually found the mask of the Sand Wraith. Putting the mask on created a double of himself in a way, so he could fix everything by killing himself. After completing his mission, the mask would come off.

Name: Kyrius
Age: 25
Race: hylian
Sex: male
Hair: brown
Eyes: blue
Weight: 150 lbs
Height: 6" 3

Weapon: A longbow that he made himself and is over four feet long with a lethal range of 1 mile, the bow has metal blades for when the target gets too close. He also has a custom sword made for him by the Big Goron, it has two blades approximately 3ft each the handle is also 3ft long; the sword can break in two creating two swords.
Armor: Wears steal armor and a special cloak that blocks arrows, and blend in with any environment.

Strengths: His skills with the bow are legendary, and his natural stealth abilities combined with his cloak make him nearly undetectable, he also has eyesight as great as an elf and because of this he is a great hunter, he also has great speed.
Weakness: he has some skill with the sword but he cannot stay in a prolonged fight with a sword master, has very little magical talent, skills make him poorly suited for battles in an open environment.

Skills/Magic: seeker shot: arrow will follow target until they hit them, cluster arrows- an arrow with a large head that explodes into many smaller arrow heads over a large group of enemies, only magical abilities are his camouflage cloak and his ability to call on birds of prey to aide him

Personality: he is a loner partially from his job, but doesn't dislike company, stubborn to a fault, not usually open to suggestions from others, level headed even a misted the bleakest situation, patriotic and loyal to his country, will not ;et anything stop him from reaching his goals

Appearance: Kyrius has messy brown hair and a small bear prefers not to wear hats he skin color is tan and his eyes area deep blue. He wears a brown tunic, with dark blue pants and undershirt. Over this he wears a black steel armor that looks similar to oni link's except it has no symbols on it. He also wears a large cloak with no particular color because it changes to blend in with the environment. He carries his bow and quiver on his back with his two swords sheathed on his belt.

History: His home was destroyed in a raid by Ganon's minions when he was young. They were about to kill him when he was saved by a group of rangers. They took him in and gave him a new home were he learned their craft and was trained to be one of them. He traveled the world with his new family. Things were going well until one fateful mission; the rangers were called into rescue a hostage captured by Ganon. The mission was a set up staged by the minions of Ganon. The rangers were surrounded and almost nearly wiped out. Kyrius was able to escape the slaughter and went into hiding. During these years he continued to improve his skills and took on several small jobs. His reputation continuely grew until he caught the eye of Hyrule's King. The King called upon him to spy for Hyrule and complete special jobs that Hyrule didn't want to official take part in. He now spends most of his time defending Hyrule from threats that most people don’t even know exist.

Name: The Death
Age: 37,892
Race: Reaper
Sex: Male
Hair: None
Eyes: two red ominous lights
Weight: 125lbs
Height: 7 foot eight inches

Weapon: The Reaper Scythe - a sycthe that grants him the power to posses the weak minded(Like normal people, not enemy characters) and manipulate them. It also allows him to phase through walls. Since he is already dead you can never KILL him completley but he is still very defeatable. This scythe gains power from every soul it steals and the souls he stolen are still alive and when he calls upon them he can use them to decive his enemy. He can also read minds because of his scythe.

Armor: Death Cloak - a simple deciving looking cloak that is actually a extremely tough armor that can block most RANGED weapons

Strengths: Intimidation, Creating Fear, Distrust and Insecurity among his enemies, and he's talented
at sword play

Weaknesses: Light Magic, Axes because they can break his scythe in the middle and he hates sunlight and can't move around during day, Can't fight against long range weapons, Weak against all objects that are holy or blessed, He is weak and heavy armor will easily block the strongest of his attacks

Abilities/Magic:
Darkness Cloud - a sheild that renders hime invisible if he stands still
Dark Eyes - momentarily petrifies his enemy with terror

Apperance: He has a skeletal face but he covers it with a mask that has a special chemical,showing their worst fears, He wears a long blood red robe with a black scorpion on the back and he always wears a hood, carrying his scythe

Personality - He is ruthless, cunning, persuasive, and deadley and is also a surgist- a person who takes pleasure in others pain, some say his evil almost rivals that of the anti-christ and he intends it to be so

Background: Marcus Maximus was born 6/6/6 from the beginning he was a sign of bad luck. He was hard to control, disobediant and held many grudges.He became a man of great power known as The Death to many citizens because of his harsh policies and his hatred for any thing good He was corrupt and ruled injustley.When the Devil offered him a proposal for ultimate power, he sold his soul away to him. However to his horror he was then changed by the devil into a reaper that would collect on thoose who had debts to the devil but would not pay where it was due. Thus he a creature of pure evil was born and it showed neither pity nor mercy. After killing many people, a white mage came and defeated him and sealed him away for 2,000years. Until one day however, a mislead evil mage brought him bck in the hopes that he would be an addition to his army. However to his horror he turned on him and killed him. He then proceeded to kill his entire army in order to power his scythe. He realized he was much weaker now than he had originally been so he set out to kill and power his scythe to its ultimate level, and then the world would know true terror. However he also had one other goal and that was to destroy the white mages and their council for sealing him away. He however was still weak to their magic and needed a way to hone his skills. When he learned of an arena wher he could hone his skills he quickly set out for it......

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Name: Satharis Kolembar

Age: 57,289 (looks 27)

Race: Celestial Being, the Arch-Angel of Death

Sex: Male

Hair: Long, shoulder length, fiery, red hair

Eyes: Gray

Weight: 153 lb.

Height: 6 Feet 5 Inches

Weapon: The great-sword Sarithil

Armor: Half Plate armor, it has a glowing aura around it, and angelic designs.

Strengths: Satharis, being one of the 9 Arch-Angels is stronger against darkness, he has been fighting it for millennia and knows the ways of evil, he does more damage to evil and can resist a little bit, but when overcome it causes great damage.

Weakness: As with his strengths Satharis, being one of the 9 Arch-Angels, is weaker to dark spells; they injure him much more than other spells. The darkness can even taint him, leaving him open to the darkness and can cause him to become evil until he can remove the taint.

Skills/Magic: Satharis has a few spells.

Spells:
Holy Light: Satharis extends his hand and a beam of light shoots from his palm and blasts away darkness.

Aegis: Forms a shield that protects Satharis from attacks, but this takes a lot of energy and is only used in dire situations.

Light Aura: Stuns beings of darkness that are around him

Life Bond: He forms a bond with another, which causes him to take the damage in place of those with the spell on them, this allows him to protect others but he also takes more damage than usual, so it is rarely used.

Sword Skills:

Seraphim Rage: He causes Sarithil to become imbued with light magic for a short period of time and he goes into a blood lust in which wounds do not bother him, but they still hurt him.

Greater Cleave: This causes the blade of Sarithil to become sharper than any weapon imaginable, this however only lasts for 1 swing, and greatly drain’s Satharis’ energy.

Life Slash: Satharis uses Sarithil to cut the thread of life of those he is ordered to kill, this stops their life force connection to the True Source, this causes instant death, but he does not use this except on those who lived good, just lives.

Appearance: He stands at above average height; he wears the white robes of his Order, he walks with a straight posture, and has large white wings coming out of his back, he has tan skin, with long shoulder-length, fiery, red hair, he usually wears a grim expression because he knows the fate of the people around him, he knows of their ignorance and it pains him to not be able to say anything, even if they would believe him. His clothes are a bright white, and they retain that color even if splashed with mud, his tunic has a high collar, and his sleeves are short, his kilt is long, down to his ankles and has angelic designs on them. When you look in his eyes, you see that he has seen the suffering of many people and when he looks at you, you know that he can see right through you.

Personality: He lives with the pain of others, he cares about those who are innocent, even though he can see what will become of others, he cannot say anything by way of his Order, and it pains him to not be able to stop people before they hurt themselves or someone else. He lives his life as an enforcer of the holy Order; those who are evil would do well to get out of his way, he carries no mercy for those who are evil. He believes strongly in his Order and would not change, unless tainted. He usually wears a grim expression because of the fates of others. He does not enjoy it but when it comes time he must cut the threads of life of others. If you get to know him though, he is a kind loving person; he loves children, but fears of relationships with anyone because he is afraid that the forces of evil will use it against him.

Biography: Satharis has been around for millennia, ever since the world was created, he has been dealing death to the forces of evil. The war of Good and Evil has been going on before the foundation of the world. He has been fighting evil for more years than he has been on the earth. He has been training when he is not fighting or out on an assignment, he trains to enhance his blade skills and his endurance, to better fight the forces of evil.

The 9 Arch-Angels were created to be enforcers, but the forces of evil had a counter plan, the 7 Death Lords were created, wrecking havoc in the world, they were eventually tracked down 1 by 1, and sealed, but 2 of the Arch-Angels were lost in the battles, Satharis took one of these deaths very hard, as one was his best friend, he fought even harder to avenge Demesne, and nearly got himself killed. He has been hardened and tempered, like a sword to better exact justice upon the evil. He never knew any parents, as he was just created, he does not know how long he will live, and does not care, and at least he would live a good life. He did, earlier in his life have a family, he had a son, but he was killed in the war with evil, his wife died, and he mourned and still mourns for her. He takes life very seriously and does not want others to just waste it.

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Name: Olaf Byrinnson
Age: 26
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Red, messy, pointing in all directions.
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 78 kg/174 lbs
Height: 179 cm/5’8”

Weapon: Short Scimitar
Armour: None

Strengths: Olaf is quite capable of withstanding low temperatures and strong winds. His arms and legs are lanky and strong and he has high stamina. He has good leadership and charisma skills.
Weakness: While Olaf is strong, he is not particularly versatile or nimble, and as a result, he is quite clumsy. Albeit his Scimitar is expensive and of the highest calibre in terms of balance and precision, he has little, if not no experience in actually wielding it, it is purely for show.
Skills/Magic: None

Personality: Olaf is usually calm, well-tempered and in control. When annoyed by someone, he bottles his frustration and keeps it for another day to unleash on that person when they least expect it. Not particularly smart, not particularly dim, though he is not slow-witted, he can think logically and tactically when he needs to. As he was a farmer’s son in his childhood, the importance of reading and writing was non-existent. As a result, he cannot read or write.
Appearance: Olaf is just above middling height and weight, and his stature is somewhat stocky and broad-shouldered. His skin is ghostly white but not unhealthy. His legs are long and clumsy, his feet broad and goofy. His arms are likewise lengthy and powerful. His hands are large and dirtied. His head is disproportionately small, though it is not small in comparison to others’. His face is rough and with a long, pointed chin hanging below a narrow, tight mouth filled with gapped, yellowing teeth due to scurvy. Above this rests a outstanding, thin and elongated nose with two small nostrils. On either side is placed a narrowed, brown eye, like a murky pond, undecipherable. All these facial features are framed by a grizzly mane of red, browning hair stretching from the spikes on the scalp like so many crimson turrets of a castle, to the gruff, short beard on his chin and cheeks, hiding his ears.

History: Olaf Byrinnson was born on a windswept day in late September to a loving Mother and Father in the Northern Dominion of Rakniland. His Mother was weakened at Olaf’s birth, and when Winter came knocking, she died. Olaf was raised by his father for his childhood years in the isolated valley wherein his family’s barley farm was. Although his father was kind and caring, Olaf was required to work on the farm quite often.

Until the age of seventeen, Olaf remained at the farm. But then the day came when he went into town to search for a wife. He travelled long and hard across mountains, rivers and plains until he reached the bustling City of Iofurar. Exhausted, he sought an inn to stay at. He found a reasonably-priced one, and entered. When he entered the ground-floor pub, he was immediately offered a pint by a stranger.

Olaf accepted, and gulped his first whisky down, which was followed by two more, all paid by this somewhat-generous man. Soon he was seriously drunk, and neither noticed nor cared as three rough men carried him to the dock, but not before they paid the man with three guineas. He was soon enticing another man to be press-ganged for the Raknish navy.

Olaf was asleep by the time he had been carried onto the Large Frigate waiting by the quay. He awoke in a tight, itchy hammock, and so his life as a sailor began. Olaf found he was part of no more than fifty other men who had been kidnapped to maintain the declining Navy, and with them he soon began his work of keeping a War Galleon in top form.

For two years he plotted with his fellow shipmates to overthrow the High Admiral in command of the vessel. When the perfect opportunity arose, the sailors mutinied, and gained control of the Galleon. Olaf was elected the Captain of the now-pirating ship, and over seven years he gained the reputation as the most feared pirate of the North-western sea. But it was not meant to last.

His inferiors had high ambitions, and brewed a plan to mutiny against Olaf Byrinnson. Luckily, a loyal crewmember warned him of his impending doom, to be shot and thrown overboard by sunrise. Knowing he could not prevent it, seeing as less than five of his men were still loyal to him, and over one hundred were not, Olaf fled, taking only a casket of water. He took to the only lifeboat during the night, and rowed until dawn, when he was discovered missing. For a short time the mutinous crew lamented, but then realising the honorary ship was theirs, they began another plot. This one over ownership of it.

For a week Olaf was subject to storms, fog, and lack of food. He was a prisoner on his own boat. Eventually he fell out of consciousness, lying on the uncomfortable floor of the dingy. It was a week before the boat grounded against the sandy shoreline of a deserted island.

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Name: Algol ("Demon Star")

Age: 30

Race: Human

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 230 lbs.

Eye Color: His left is red and his right is blue.

Weapon: A long halberd called "Demon Soul". Its handle is wooden and the staff is mostly taken up the size of the blade. It is heavy, but he wields it quite easily.

Armor: A light chain mail shirt that doesn't cover his arms. Instead he has silver gauntlets that cover his hands except for his fingers. He also has some heavy boots with steel bottoms and toes that cover his .

Strengths: His eyes are special. Obviously, they are of two different colors. His right is imbued with perfect vision and even a little above that to compensate for his other one. Thanks to the accident (see bio), Algol's left eye is blind to the normal spectrum. He can see almost every other with it, though. From elements, energy, and infrared to radio waves and the like (Yes, he can view the waves moving through the atmosphere, sorta like ultrasonic stuff; he'll notice when it bounces off objects). He can change through these different spectrums at a thought.

He is also skilled with his halberd. He's had it since he was reborn into a younger body, and has trained everyday with it. It is the only thing that can defeat the one who ruined his life.

Along with that he can use a little bit of magic. He has small elemental attacks he can use because of an amulet he wears. He cannot combine them, and he can only use one at a time, for the amulet can only hold one element.

He has the hidden ability to transform, but his spirit has not yet been released. So as of now, he is trapped being human.

Weaknesses: His blind eye gives him a distinct disadvantage. His depth perception is off as he hasn't trained in using both together. Usually he just wears an eye patch over the irregular one so it won't distract him. This is the same for when he uses the other eye. He moves the patch and the his perception is skewed the opposite way. There's also the fact that his red eye is very succeptible to being blinded. For example, an object that gets too hot while he's in infrared view will blind him and incapacitate him for a whlie.

Although he can use some magic, if his amulet is taken away he cannot. It is the only thing that allows him to do it. Also, he cannot use any elemental attack without the element already present. After he has absorbed an element, he is then succeptible to the element's opposite.

His halberd can also count as a weakness. Although he is proficient with it, it is still heavy. Even though he can wield it quickly for its size, his attacks are still quite slow. Any quick opponent can easily dodge his attacks. Also, once he starts an attack, he usually can't stop it. Both the weight of "Demon Soul" and his own boots slow him down considerably. Not only is he a slow attacker, he's an all-around slow mover.

His volatile personality is also a hindrance. He is easily angered and will often stop thinking while he's infuriated. Most battles he wins is by brute force alone. Although he is a good tactician, he rarely uses his mind.

Magic/Skills: His eyes could count as a skill. One sees normally, while the other views in the spectrums outside of the normal range.

He also has control over a few elemental spells. The element must be in the immediate area for him to absorb and then use it. In order to cast a spell he must first gather it from around him and concentrate it in the amulet. After that's done he has to concentrate again to use it in the spell he wishes. The spells' strength depends on how much of the element Algol has absorbed and how much of his own energy he puts into it. The stronger the element is around him, the less energy he has to use unless he wants an extremely powerful attack. With the darkness spells, he can use his own energies entirely for those. He can absorb darkness within his soul. He still has to take the energy into the amulet, and it also takes more out of him than the other spells because he is using everything from himself instead of another external source. For the light spell to work he must absorb the goodness from those around him. It usually takes longer for this to work, especially if the target is unwilling, because he has to extract it from someone else. He can also manipulate whatever element that he's absorbed.

Fire Wall- A simple attack that creates a wall of fire that charges at the target. Its size varies on the amount of fire element, but with a reasonable amount of energy it is pretty hard to dodge around.

Tsunami- A water attack that envelops the enemy in a torrent of water, effectively drowning them if they stay in too long.

Ice Blast- If there is ice about, Algol can use it to create sharp shards that he launches at his opponent.

Earth Shield- Algol's defensive spell. It uses the earth absorbed into the amulet to create a wall of rock that can deflect most attacks.

Gust- Algol can use the wind element around him to push his lighter enemies around. He can also use this to increase his jumping ability so he can soar. If he gathers enough of it he can sustain himself in the air for a time.

Light Flash- If a light element is around, Algol can absorb it and release it in a blinding flash to disorient enemies. It has no effect on him as long as his regular eye is shielded.

Shadow Wave- This spell gathers the darkness from around Algol (or even the darkness from himself) and emits it in a scythe-like shape that can cut through most things.

Appearance: He hardly stands out in a crowd. His muscles are defined from the training using his halberd and constantly traveling with all the weight. He wears a cut-off t-shirt under his chainmail. "Demon Soul" is strapped to his back and hangs there when not being used. His boots are brown where there is no steel. They usually go up to just under his knee and effectively cover his shinwear. Dark green pants cover most of that to about the ankle.

His face is boyish and quite handsome. Unfortunately the perfection is marred because his left eye is scarred. He also shows little to no emotion other than anger. When he smiles, it is an evil grin that shows the true evil that hides inside.

Personality: Algol is usually very unsocial. He has violent tendancies and will kill at the slightest provocation. Due to these tendancies, he stays away from social situations he can avoid so he can stay unnoticed. So if he's not off in a corner by himself, he's probably in the middle of town slicing everyone's heads off. He never laughs or even smiles in joy. Because he stays away from people, he can often be awkward in everyday situations.

In a fight he can often be hot-headed. He is angered easily and becomes blinded by rage. He doesn't usually talk while he fights unless he needs information to find a way to defeat his foe, or he feels like he should scream out taunts and curses.

History: (Taken from The War Within. For optimal understanding, please read both Rex's bio and The War Within.)

The monk's body was like a drop in a pool of water. But this pool was teeming with the souls of the damned. Demons laughed, having their fun with the poor souls that inhabited the area. But as the body fell, they all looked up. Some launched themselves at it, tearing past each other in a mad attempt to gain freedom from the wretched abyss. But one stood out above all.

"This is my sacrifice. Any who take it away will feel my wrath."

The eyes of Puthis fell upon one demon in particular. He had seen it before. And it knew him well. He let out a scream, but he was far from any help. A claw reached up and wrenched the monk's soul from his body, leaving it for the same fate as all the others. The demon then touched the body, and disappeared. The descent slowed, then began to reverse. The body of Puthis erupted from the hole Celina had created as it sealed beneath it. In front of Scion's recently-killed body did the poor man fall.

Rising as if tied to a string by his neck, he slowly turned to face the downed demon. His eyes opened, casting a red light. When he looked upon the eyes of the corpse, it began to glow. It brightened in intesity until one would go blind by looking at it. But Puthis continued to stare. After a minute, the cadaver began shrinking. When it was the size of Puthis, it flew into his body. He slumped down on the ground for a moment, but stood up quickly.

"I liiive!" he roared in delight. All the lesser demons squealed in equal spirits, glad to have a master once more. "I once more have a physical connection to this plain! It is quite fitting, even." He laughed at the irony of his new body, and so did the followers.

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As a parting gift, the demonic angel that revived him handed him an amulet.

"Your soul is sealed. Until you break it, use this. It can gather the elements for you."

The new body was acceptable, but it was much too old. Scion knew he could not defeat his adveraries and claim his revenge if he continued on how he was. So he sought out one of his old friends.

Thelis was a demon of old, just as Scion was. They both escaped from the fires of hell as the new world was being created. Without Scion, Thelis never would have been able to escape. It was only fitting that he return a small favor.

"The Waters of Youth?" Thelis screeched. "It is my own personal spring. Why do you need it?"

"I told you before" Scion said in the old monk's voice, "this body will not do. I need something stronger for my plans. I need revenge."

"I can't just give this to you. You must do something in return."

"It is not I who need to give you something. I can send you back to hell if you'd like." The threat fell on deaf ears.

"You have no power in that body. Don't kid me."

"I kid you not." He held out his hand, and it resonated with a bright light. "Now, go back to hell!"

"I'll do it!" Thelis screamed, frightened beyond his wits. "Don't banish me!"

Scion lowered his hand. The light element within his palm disappeared back into the amulet. His ruse had worked. Moving quickly, he entered the cave and bathed for a day and a half, being waited on by those lesser demons that served Thelis. When he finally emerged, his body had been transformed. No longer was the monk's body old, but instead it looked like that of a healthy youth. Spying a large weapon on the wall, he immediately moved over to it.

"That is mine!" Thelis roared. "You come here and do all this to me, yet still you want more? I've had enough, go away from here." Smiling with evil intent, Scion released the light he had been holding while Thelis was blind. He swiped around wildly in an attempt to kill the mortal body that his old friend inhabited. He caught him, but only his eye. "No! My Demon Soul!" the demon roared as he heard Scion dash into the surrounding area. So Scion named it.

His eye was useless. For a while it could see nothing. But soon Scion's locked demonic powers healed it their own way. It was still blind, but it could see in new ways. He quickly mastered this new sight, but never bothered to use them in unison.

He needed a new name. Thinking back into the "old language," he thought of the perfect one. Translating it into english, he whispered it to himself. "Algol." He was the demon star.

Now he searches for the one who destroyed him. The one named Rex. Imbued with demonic power, "Demon Soul" would be able to counteract the effects of the boy's own sword. No longer would the one he had once haunted have that mystical advantage over him. His blood oath would be completed, one way or another.

name: Jerid Fenrir

age: 17

race: elf/ demi-god

sex: male

Hair: semi-long/ spiky. blonde

eyes: very bright blue.

weight: 175lb.

height: 6'

weapon: powers given to him by the gods, it is a mystical power that can cause both massive destruction or create and bring life to barren terrain. and a very strange dagger. called "rift" the dagger is so sharp it can cut the fabric of time itself.

armor: none

Strengths: his explosive power helps him in both mid-range battle and close combat

weakness: because of his explosive power he creates debris on the battle field which causes him to lose sight of his attacker. He sometimes has issues with over killing and will blindly blow things up.

another major weakness is that in the mortal realm he is unable to use is powers to the fullest.

Skills/magic: all of his normal stats are up (speed, strength...etc.)

Rift: dagger given to him by the gods, its ability to cut the fabric of time gives Jerid the ability to jump from place to place and even from realm to realm. the hole it leaves disappears as soon as the user enters or exits.

Personality: little bit cocky, over all easy going.

appearance: (looks gothic, but he's far from it)*note that the dagger is not actually that big.



history: born in a small village he was raised by his mother. his father had gone missing in a military "accident". because his father never came back from war, jerid was the only child. He lived a normal life, only because the curse was kept secret from him. his world was blessed by many the many gods that blessed it. On his tenth birthday he was taken from his home on the lie that he was going on a trip with his uncle.
truth be told his uncle wasn't his uncle it was actually the only man that knew what the curse really meant. Jerid was taken to a tower, residing in a valley miles away from his home. there he was sacrificed to the gods as an offering to stop their holy judgment. his body lifted from the pedestal and vanished in blinding light. peace was ensured for the realm.

seven years past.

from the alter that Jerid's body lifted from a blinding light poured from. Jerid jumped from the altar and dusted off his pants he turned to look back into the light, from which he jumped from. the gods all spoke at the same time in unison.

"your curse was a gift. the people of this world knew not of its meaning thus chose to eliminate it. Your curse was a gift, of second chance. go now, out into the world. we have given you the choice, use your power to bring destruction or to bring creation."

A smile shift across Jerid's face. for seven years the gods themselves trained him. he was dead to all that knew him. he turned his back from the altar when suddenly the voice of the gods came back.

"child of gods... bring down this place so that no more shall enter and defile it's holy chambers."

Jerid, doing as told, left the structure and and walked to a near by cliff. He opened his hand and focused on making a ball of energy, it did not come easy. for the years he stayed in the presence of the gods it was a simple task to make energy, but in this realm it would not come easy for him. the energy flew from his hand and collided with the tower, in a great flash of light the tower crumbled. He then turned and walked leaving the valley. the gods gave him a power to change the world, Jerid simple laughed.

Just as he left the valley a bright light spewed from the heavens.

"now what?"

A man shrouded in light which hide his over all features besides his bright blue eyes.

"child of gods... take this item before you leave, with it you will be able to traverse the realms and it also make movement from place to place very easy."

The man smiled at least Jerid thought it was one. the man handed him a dagger its handle and sheath pure white, the sheath glowed gold which contrasted the pummels dark silver. placed in the pummel was a glowing gem white in color but also glowed gold. the dagger was a sore thumb to Jerid's dark colored clothes. The man had disappeared, without telling Jerid how the dagger worked. he glanced at the dagger and ripped it from its sheath immediately the dagger took effect and cut a hole in mid-air. Jerid smiled and walked through the hole sheathing the dagger.

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NAME: Camdel Lodem

AGE: 16

RACE: Human

SEX: male

HAIR: Straight, Purple

EYES: Grey

WIEGHT: 110 pounds

HIEGHT: 5'6.

WEAPON: He has no weapons but the ones he summons.

ARMOR: A Nomad set of pants and coat are his armor. The coat helps magic pass more easily through the body, thus making his spells faster to cast. The coat also protects from very weak spells. They are both dark blue with a gold trim and they glow gold in the dark.

STRENGTHS: Camdel is a talented magician. knowing many spells. A wide selection, including the abilty to summon many spirits in battle, of spells make him powerful when on the offense. As for Defense, he has a shield spell to aid him, although his armor does not give him much defense. He is resistant to heat based moves, as he lived in the desert most of his life.

WEAKNESSES: Has seen has he has lived in the desert a lot, he is weak to frost attacks.
Blunt weapons such as clubs and maces will make him bite the dust, as will arrows. He is, after all only human, and many close ranged attacks will hurt him a lot.

MAGIC:

Dark Knowledge: Camdel can cast a wide variety of dark spells that are effective against people with good intentions.

Light Knowledge: Camdel can cast a wide variety of light spells that are effective against people with bad intentions.

Elemental Knowledge: Camdel can cast spells that use the elements: Fire, Wind, Water and Earth.

Summoning Knowledge: Camdel can summon creatures, weapons and items.

Meditate:Camdel can only cast five times from each pool of knowledge except summoning weapons and items which he can do constantly. To rejuvenate his magical knowledge he must sit down and meditate for awhile, and he is completly defenseless.

APPERANCE: A young coucasion boy, he is very handsome. He never smiles except when he is VERY VERY VERY happy. He wears a bandage on his left arm, as he was fighting a viper when he was seven, and viper wounds, after all, don't heal. His hair is long and is
purple.




PERSONALITY: In battle, Camdel is calm, cool and collected. He is hard to anger, as he
has been tought by his father. He is also hard to scare, and is afraid by no man or beast.
He is very quite, with no friends. He keeps all his secrets to himself, and hates needless
conversation.

BIOGRAPHY: Camdel was born in the Phomos Desert, Kalterfia. He was born into a group of nomads. His Father was wounded when defending Camdel from griffins when he was 4.
Although his father was not killed during the battle, he lost most of his magic powers because the griffin's attack posined him with a permenet magic blocking poision. His Mother was a kind, loving mom, and was his teacher untill he was fifteen. He has a younger sister, who is fourteen, and her name is Kira. Presently they are travling with the
nomads, and send letters to Camdel often.

When he was fifteen, he was in the desert when somthing caught his eye. It
was an ancient, magical, book. The nomads called them Telikas. They were made by the ancient people, a race who used to live in the desert, and were long ago destroyed when a volcano, Mt. Flovlo, erupted. This Telika, however, told of an amazing power. It claimed that
a magical stone, called a Verontai, could heal wounds. More importantly to Camdel, it could cure his father's griffin wound.

He took the Telika back to the nomads. The chief told Camdel to pack his
belongings, say good bye to his family, study the Telika and find the Verontai stone. Camdel did as he was told, and has been searching for the stone ever since.

Thanks for approving mine Safer


Name: Jats
Age: 17
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Weight: 165 pounds
Height: 6”4

Weapon: his bow and arrows and also his sword which was both forged and made by the Biggoron himself
Jats bow is curved so that he can use it easily his bow is bule with a white middle and yellow lineing. his sword is big for he but with being a knight he can move it pretty well. Jats sword has a Black handle and a sliver blade with red down the middle

Armor:

Strengths: Jats strengths are running and aiming with his arrows. Biggoron made his arrows so good that with one pull Jats can toss his arrow one mile. While being with the knight Jats had to run in armor since he did that so much he can now run about 1 and 1/2 miles with stopping only once.Jats arrows are specially made to home in on people with the freather at the end it has a *mind* of its own and can home in on a bio sigature of a person

Weakness: Jats weakness lies in a couple of things his One: sword, at close range Jats isn’t very good at swords its very bad thing to happen but he needs to train more in his sword technique. Two hearing Jats cant tell where a person is by hearing he didn’t want to learn about hearing he thought his eyes were good enough. Three spiders he so afraid by them and he doesn’t know why he hates there hairy legs and there evil webs he says.

Skills/Magic: Jats magic he learned was to make lighting come out of his hand or make a fist of lighting with just a snap of his figures. He calls this thungaia fist. The weaknees to this power is when his misses if he does then the power will build up and since there is no place to go it blast right in his face

Personality: Jats is a fun loving guy who is very thoughtful and caring but when Jats needs to be in action he goes into action he takes his bow and arrows out and goes into his fighting stance and fight likes its his last day.

Appearance: Jats wears white forest clothes like an elf that he got for being pure hearted. With his long like links hair makes him a ladies man but he doesn’t care about that sort of things. He wears gloves that are black to cover his has.

History: Jats was a prince of a city called Jon Kong village he worked a lot for a prince but he did have lots of free time. during this free time he went to the knights and generals to ask them if he could be taught how to fight and ask to be treated no differently than the rest of the knights. The king never knew of this and Jats never wanted him to know because he thought his dad wouldn’t approve of it.

The knights said yes to all Jats said and jats had a blast learning to use a bow and arrows and to use swords. The general at the time was Roko a nice general but also very hard at times. Jats was about 15 at this age and also did all his work as a prince. He was an only child and he didn’t really care because his friends made up for his loss of no brothers or sisters because they were like his brother and sisters.

After a while Jats dad found out about the knights and generals teaching him. He wasn’t mad at all he said that he was going to teach him but he never saw to tell him that. Jats was glad at this because he never got in any trouble. Jats life was great and perfect. After 2 years he decide to go on a journey quest he doesn’t know where but he decide just to go on one so for a least 1 month he been just going to villages a having a good life his goal is (like his father) is to be a great fighter and a great king.his quest is just a journy his dad thought he should take "a Man is made by a long deadly journy" his father always said it was like a tradition in his family for many years his father grandfather ect took a journy that took 3 years long
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Name: Yuna (I didn't know if there was already a video game or cartoon character under this name, I thought I just made it up, sorry)
Age:15
Race: Yunish
Sex:Female
Hair:long, chestnut-colored hair, with streaks of orange.
eyes:purple, round and not very wide
weight:128 lbs.
height:5'11

weapon:none
armor: acid shield

Strengths: speed, avoiding things, magic, martial arts , tricking enemies into traps
Weaknesses: explosives , easy to knock away due to her light frame.
Skills/magic: Judo , Spells: "acid hurricane" (a hurricane-like attack where there are strong winds and rain is acid, burning the foe), "mirage" (Yuna makes an illusion of herself where the enemy will think it's the actual her. While, it's being tricked, she plans a sneak attack), "earthquake ( the ground shakes,deep cracks are made, taking the enemy down with it), "flood (a huge wave comes, tempoarily floods the battlefield, allowing the enemy to drown or struggle to the surface while Yuna runs away or takes the opportunity to attack)".

Personality: Shy and serious, but secretly playful. Humorous at times, and very caring. At sometimes, she can be easily toungue-tied and say things in a strange way. She also has a tendency of being clueless and be accidently offensive. If an innocent bystander is hurt, she would be the first to help.

Appearance: ninja suit (hide her identity), chicken mask (due to her shyness), tall and light, hair in a long ponytail. The ninja suit is a bluish-gray color with patches of yellow, but the sleeves are wide-like at the end. The torso is the same color, but has her village's symbol on the front, which is a star with a giant 7-like mark over it. The leg part is the same color as well, and consists of patches of tan and her shoes are bluish-gray. The small turban-like cap that rests on Yuna's head is white with tints of tan.

History: Yuna was born in a village called Yunokiko, which was, by legend, named and built by the "Ancient Elders". She was an only child of her family, but had a peaceful childhood. At some points, she felt very lonely and unwanted by her peers, but found much comfort from her guardian dragon. Her guardian dragon befriended her ,and accompanied her in her journey yet to come, and was called Talius .

On her 15th birthday, an evil queen, Gonarha, reined over her village ( and several other lands and villages), and the village leader sent all 15 year olds on a journey to learn the four "ancient spells" and master Judo. Yuna's peers attempted to accomplish the journey, but all failed.

As a result, she was the only one who could complete the task. Clothed in a ninja suit and chicken mask, accompanied by Talius, she went to the four "Ancient temples" to seek the four "Ancient Elders" to learn the four spells. Her journey is not yet complete, but wishes to return to her family and live a normal, peaceful life afterwards.

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Name: Charlotte

Age: Looks around 20 years of age, but in reality is around 200 years.

Race: Elf

Sex: Female

Hair: Blonde, straight hair that goes down to her shoulders.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 120 pounds

Height: 5 foot 8 inches

Weapon: She uses a bow and arrows to subdue her foes. She infuses her elfin magic into them. They are especially made for her by one of her dearest friends. (See bio for a further explanation)

Armor: She uses elfin magic for defense. (See abilities for a further explanation)

Strengths: She is quite fast and knowledgeable. She knows things one wouldn’t expect a common person to know. This often helps her in awkward situations. Also, her aim is very good, considering that all she uses is arrows. Her senses are enhanced due to the fact she is an elf.

Weakness: Her hand to hand combat skills leave much to be desired. When she is intrigued by a new discovery, she tends to lose focus on the task at hand. It’s safe to say she is hungry for knowledge. Also, when she fights, she sometimes doesn’t measure her strength appropriately and either uses too much or too little. Either way, her opponent is given an advantage. If she uses too much she’s often left out of breath, and if she uses too little she leaves an opening for her opponents to attack.

Skills/Magic: Here are her abilities:

Arrow of Truth: The arrow she uses pierces through illusions ad traps. Of course, she would need to sense the trap first to use this.

Arrow of Light: Her arrow gives off a blinding light that provides a distraction. If she were too close to her opponent when she uses it, it could blind her as well.

Arrow of Holiness: She shoots an arrow full of holy power, extremely harming any dark creature. To those aligned with light, it does nothing. Those who are neutral are effected the same as any other arrow.

House of arrows: This move enables her to turn five arrows into a temporary shield. The shield is light, but it’s only about one foot, by one foot. Also, the shield cannot endure that many attacks before shattering.

Barrier: Using her magic she creates a clear barrier that covers several portions of her at a time. She cannot cover her whole bodies at once though.

Appearance: She is an elf. She has pointy ears and pale skin. Her hair is blonde and reaches down to her shoulders. Her eyes are very big, quite blue, and profound. Her nose is small and fine. All of her body looks gentle and soft despite her skill in battle. She looks almost as if untouched by battle. Her presence is always known and respected. She wears a lilac tunic. She wears tights as well to as prevent having to wear dresses. Her shoes are travel worn, but are of the highest quality. Overall she looks like a princess to most to see her. Also, by the way she carries herself, you can tell that she has utter confidence in herself and her actions. She usually has a serene smile on her face. That way, most people cannot tell what she is thinking.


Credit to the pwnsome pic goes to Blackfeather, the wonderful artist, she is awesome and I thank her deeply.

Personality: Charlotte is a wise woman. She knows when something is too difficult for her to carry out. She knows she has her limits and realizes when to stop. She is a clam person that normally enjoys peace. Yet, she does have her curious side and when she meets a new person she feels as though fighting them is the best way to gather information on them. She’s a relatively happy person. Most of the time, she just has a small smile on her face and it’s difficult to imagine what she is thinking. She always let’s people know she is there. She doesn’t need to make a scene for people to realize she is there though. Her goal in life is to obtain as much information as she can on all the different places, plants, creatures, and people she sees.

Biography: In her over 200 years of life, Charlotte has faced many challenges, adventures, and new friends, and of course, foes. Her life will be separated into segments.

First 50 years of life: Through these years Charlotte was gaining all of her elfin skills. These years were basically her childhood. She lived in a small elfin where everyone lives very rural lives. During this time, she was treated well. Her father was the richest man in the village and, for her, it meant being treated like royalty. Her mother had left her father when she found out he didn’t keep to his marriage vows. Her father took care of her with some help from his many maids. She lived peacefully and happily until her father disappeared on a journey when she was 41. The next 11 years she spent alone in her father’s mansion.

Between 50 and 100: At the age of 52 she left the village to pursue her own life’s goals. She wished to get as much knowledge as she could. She traveled from place to place seeing all she could and writing various notes in her journals. She found many strange creatures and plants. She found interesting beings as well. She considered this time to be her happy and exploring years. At 100 she began to get more into combat.

Between 100 and 150: By this point, Charlotte found combat interested her. In her early years she had only learned magic, but at this time her love for fighting changed. She started to train under a teacher that went by the name of Phoenix. He was also an elf. He crafted his own bows and occasionally allowed Charlotte to use them, but not very often. Once Phoenix decided Charlotte had gained enough knowledge in archery, he gave her quite a few bows to keep and proclaimed that she was no longer his student. He told her to follow her own path now. She still often returns to him to this day to get more bows and exchange information.

Up until now: In the fifty years that followed, she enhanced her fighting and met a unique individual. She met a demon girl by the name of Celia. They became acquaintances through a long battle they had and despite their many differences, they soon became friends. Charlotte was glad to take away some of Celia’s isolation from the world. They knew each quite briefly, but Charlotte has never forgotten her. Charlotte has continued to travel and find more knowledge about the world around her.

Battles:
> Primal Instincts (dropped)
>The Flight of an Arrow and an Angel (dropped)
>A Blessing From Above (dropped)
>She participated in the second round of the tournament held in August-September
> An Outside Forces Revenge (in progress)
> Reasons (in progress)

Crossroads:

> The Death Sword (completed)