Other Names: When in Angel form, she is called Sadri, and in Demon, she is Riaen.
Race: Half Demon, Half Angel
Hair: As Sadri, her hair is short and slightly choppy, pearly, and feathery. It angles around her face. As Riaen, her hair is long, straight, and black, with a black rose pinned in her hair right above the ear.
Eyes: As Sadri, her eyes are the purest of silver and as Riaen, her eyes are the navy blue of night.
Weight: If she was human, she would weigh 105 pounds. Because she is not, and is Half Angel Half Demon, she weighs around 75 pounds.
Height: Unknown. It differs all the time, but you can never notice her growing or shrinking. This does not affect her weight.
Strengths: Sadri excels in healing and white/holy magic, and can (for the most part) manipulate objects (to an extent) in the sunlight. Riaen excels in poisoning and black/devil magic, and can (for the most part) manipulate objects (to an extent) in the nighttime.
Weaknesses: Sadri is very frail in both daytime and nighttime, but is even more vulnerable during the night. Her powers are significantly dulled when in darkness, and being exposed to it for too long is damaging. Riaen is very frail and both daytime and nighttime, but is even more vulnerable during the day. Her powers are significantly dulled while in sunlight, and being exposed to it for too long is damaging. You could also call Sadriaen somewhat of a schizophrenic because of her two forms constantly agitating and fighting within her mind.
Appearance: Sadri has very delicate features, with Asian facial traits. Sometimes it seems as if you touch her she will shatter into a million pieces. As Sadri, she never smiles, but somehow still radiates a feeling of security. She wears a light grey tank top, with small striped indents, and inch wide straps. It fits her figure nicely, and sometimes has a light blue shine to it. Surprisingly enough she wears dusty and white-tainted blue jeans, with an intricate dull red flower design on the left leg. She wears no shoes. Feathery white angel wings protrude from the back, and seem to change size all the time.
Riaen, like Sadri, seems very delicate at first and also carries Asian traits. However, the more you are in her presence the more you feel as if she could break you in half. Like Sadri, Riaen never smiles but has a menacing look in her eyes. Black eye shadow surrounds them. Riaen also has a darker complexion that Sadri, however it is not too drastic. She wears a tight black leather tank top that is etched with many intricate designs. Runes are tattooed into the arm below the shoulder, and leather gloves cover from her hands to right above her elbows. The tank top is cut on both sides up to a black leather belt, and flares out in the fashion of a tunic. Like the rest of her clothing, her pants are made of the same black leather, covered in intricate designs like the tank, and have a few chains dangling. However, the chains never make any noise. She wears black combat boots, and small black bat wings protrude from her back.
Heal-Sadri can use this ability to heal even the worst of injuries. She can heal anyone on the brink of death, but not anyone dead. She can bring anyone who has not died yet back to full strength, but the amount of time needed to complete the healing depends on these things: how close the subject is to death, how serious the injuries are, and how much energy Sadri has left.
Light Bend-Sadri can manipulate light to do most things she pleases. She can increase it, or decrease it. It is hers to control. The more being made or used, the more energy it takes.
Pinpoint-Sadri creates a blinding flash of light, literally blinding anyone she hasn’t blessed with immunity. Once this happens, the light determines the exact point the enemies are located at, taking her to them. If this makes you go blind, it should never last for more than ten minutes, unless you have been exposed to it multiple times. This can only be used sparingly, as it is very painful for Sadri to create.
Shield-Sometimes the light acts on its own and wraps itself around Sadri, protecting her from any oncoming attacks. It is impossible to know when it will work or not, because it acts on impulse and at the speed of light. This can stop most physical attacks, and most light magic attacks, including some normal magic attacks.
Blade of Light-Sadri can use the blade to slash through random points in the air, cutting anyone it connects with. The blades are virtually invisible. The more power poured in, the more and bigger blades.
Blessing-Sadri can give blessings, but it is very rare that she does as it takes a lot of energy out of her, even the simplest ones. Blessings last for eternities.
Poison-This sends a wave of poison to the target, infecting them by them just breathing it in. It isn’t strong enough to kill most people, but can cause dizziness, confusion, and immense frustration. It is possible for this poison to connect with others, and Riaen can also ‘curse’ people to be immune to that, though it is considered more of a ‘blessing’. However, Demons do not give blessings, so it is referred to as a curse.
Shadow Bend-This technique can trap people in the shadows, holding them in place and causing irrational fears. Riaen can make shadows into virtually anything she wishes, but they last for no more than an hour.
Pinpoint-Riaen can turn everything dark, and once again, send an irrational fear though people under the influence of it. They freeze up, and Riaen can detect them by sensing fear. People usually last under the influence for no more than one minute. Like Sadri’s pinpoint, this takes much energy and must be used sparingly. The effects can be warded of with a ‘curse’.
Shield-Sometimes the darkness creeps up to Riaen to form a shield to protect her. It pops up at random times, and can deflect most physical attacks, but is much more defenseless against magical attacks.
Blade of Shadow-This creates random blades within the air that do not need to be used physically and can slash though at random points. The more energy used the bigger blades and the more in the air. The blades are virtually invisible.
Curse-This ability is relative to a blessing. However, demons cannot give blessings so even if a something is given that is good, which would make sense to be a blessing, is a curse because it is impossible for demons to give blessings.
Personality: Both Sadri and Riaen are very reserved and quiet and try to stay out of most deals. Riaen, however, is a little more outgoing and states herself very boldly when needed. Sadri is the less daring one, and cares about others more than she does about herself. She does whatever she can to help others. On the other hand, Riaen is extremely self centered and cares mostly about herself. Sadriaen also argues with herself quite a bit because of these two completely different personalities.
Background: Sadriaen is the daughter of God and the Devil. She herself does not understand how she was conceived. One of the only things she knows about her past is that a kind woman named Lara found her on her doorstep and took care of her until she was ten years old. When she was ten, she began to notice small buds on her back which were white in the daytime, and black in the night. Lara also noticed that Sadriaen seemed to be much more…demonic, for lack of a better word, at nighttime.
And one night her wings sprouted. She painfully turned into Riaen, the demon, and crept into Lara’s room to slit her throat. Lara woke seconds before she was going to be killed, and manage to talk some sense into Riaen.
Lara said that she had been sent a dream about who Sadriaen really was, and had been instructed to let the little girl go into the world on her own. Riaen refused at first, but as dawn neared, she reluctantly agreed. She left the home of Lara, loosing touch with her foster mother. She hasn’t seen Lara since the day she left.
Sadriaen aged until she looked about 25 years old, when she stopped. She never really kept track of time and, eventually, learned that Lara had died. She was enraged and roamed around the world for what seemed like decades (thought it could very well be centuries), looking to come to peace with the fact that the only person she had ever loved was gone, and that she was a child of the Devil. She still searches for this, and struggles to rid herself of Riaen. Ontop of all this, she is still struggling to understand how she ever came to be. Even in the form of her demon self, she cannot always control herself. She searches a never-ending search.
"Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place
at a particular time, or maybe it's the choices we make, the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's
that what we want doesn't always matter. But then again, sometimes it's all that does." - Mick St. John
"Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place
at a particular time, or maybe it's the choices we make, the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's
that what we want doesn't always matter. But then again, sometimes it's all that does." - Mick St. John
Race: Daoine (Human), Bunus Muintir (an ancient race adept at magic), Saimhoir (blue seals, another magical race. For land walking races to have their blood in them, when the person goes into the sea, they change into Saimhoir form.)
Hair: A shining golden blond, cropped close at uneven lengths. Parts of his bangs go past his nose, while others do not even make it past his eyebrows.
Eyes: A deep, almost black navy blue. Fathomless as the ocean, they have nothing else but the sea of black-blue, not lines, not dots, or rings. Just blue..
Weight: 156 lbs.
Weapon: His Cloch na thintri, one of the Littles, like Treorai’s heart, named World’s Tear. It is a teardrop shaped stone, which is a light, almost clear blue. It is kept in a gold cage on a silver chain that is always around Kylac’s neck.
Armor: Kylac wears greaves, on his arms and shins. Made of silver-steel, they are relatively shiny. Each has waves engraved onto them. He can use these to attack and block.
Strengths: Kylac is strong and lithe, in physical battle that is. But most of his power resides in his Cloch.
Weakness: The man wears little to no armor, aside from his greaves. Also, once his Cloch runs out of power, it is useless until he fills it once again with the coming of the mage lights.
Slow magic: Kylac, like all members of the Order, is trained in the slow magics. Having trained in them for many a year, he is rather adept in them, but they are of no use in a hurry. The spells must be stored in a device like a spell stick, or staff, they are all rather small also, more of a practical thing, for like making a fire or something.
List of known slow magics: *fire (a short stream of fire)
*Water (a short stream of water)
*And other of those really small magics. I will really probably never use these..
Cloch: It is not really understood to this moment on what the Tear can do, as Kylac has just received it, and it is a new stone. So far, all that the man has been able to do with it is summon a crying Valkyrie, whose hair is iridescent green, while her skin is the color of sea foam. Her eyes are brown as fresh earth, wings like those of a dove. She wears a white tattered toga, and uses an array of weapons. So far, she has been known to have a halberd, bow, and sword. (Further things shall be discovered through roleplay and general progression/evolution of the character)
Appearance: As previously described, Kylac’s hair is sunshine blond, and cropped closely, but uneven. His forehead is in equal proportion to his face, although his bangs cover most of it. He has relatively unnoticeable ear, and a sculpted face. His skin is olive toned, on account of his Bunus heritage, but far lighter than those pure of the race. His nose is of medium size, and looks as if it was made with a chisel. He has a strong jaw line, with a square chin. His eyelashes are thick, and dark black, and brow also thick, and slightly square.
His neck is thick, and muscley, a hollow forming were it meets his collarbone. The Adam's apple is of medium size, and is relatively noticeable. His shoulders are large and broad, collarbone well defined. His chest and abdomen are beautifully sculpted, his figure god like with an eight pack. He has dark circular medium sized nipples, and no chest hair. His arms are as well toned as the rest of his body, with hefty bi- and triceps. (Let me stop with the describing his body here.. and just assume that the rest is all muscley and big.) For if I do, this might turn into erotica.. xD)
Kylac wears a white, form clinging tunic, with a plaited leather belt. He wears calf high boots, but most of them are covered by his greeves. Attached to the belt, is the all universal knife, and a pouch of gold.
Personality: Kylac, is outgoing. He lives for discovering the unknown, for develing into the ancient and forgotten. He has a jolly sense of humor, and is found to wink often. He loves to flirt with everyone, no matter his or her sex, race, or age. Mistaken for a womanizer, Kylac does not often bed people, and most those that he has have been male. His unfaltering sense of justice, is perhaps one of his greatest traits. If there is something wrong, he will be soon to act.
Biography: Born at sea, in the height of storm. Waves crashing mercilessly into the once sturdy ship as it made its way toward the mainland. A great battle has been happening in the distance, the glare and power of the mage lights continuing to stream down from the heavens, into the only source plausible, Lamh Shabhala. The roar of demon, and dragon, the howling of wind, and the snap of lightening, the evidence that it was the Cloch Mor attacking the Mad Holder. The sea was revolting, disturbed by the great powers battling near by. An invisible fist crashed into the boat, shattering it in to bits of timber, the babe born on the bed, floating in the rough ocean.
A dark head popped out of the water, whiskers brushing against the soft skin of the child. Slowly, the bundled form rolled of the bed, into the murky water below, releasing one breath as it sunk below the surface, a stream of bubbles following. Then a tiny copy of the head that had surfaced moments ago, surfaced. The larger version leading the smaller through the ocean.
Ten years later, Kylac was an Acolyte in the Order. Learning the slow magics taught there, the history of the Clochs, and how to use one. He did his chores, and went to his lessons, practicing hand to hand combat. At nights, the boy peered through his window, out into the sea. He could see the faint dots rising with the swell of the ocean, black streaked with electric blue, the moon over them, making them glow with their power. The mage lights then descending to fill their mouths. The sun haired boy dreamt of swimming with the seals, slipping his small body into the embrace of the great ocean. But he could not; there was no sneaking out. And the boy could not risk being kicked out; this was the only life he had ever known the only life he had ever had.
Eight years later, the boy was now a man, the Acolyte a Brother. Having learnt the slow magics, and the lore of his order, and how to use a Cloch. He had also learnt many things, like his longing for the sea, and to swim with the Saimhoir, he was a land-snared, a changeling. He had also learned of other things, things that are not supposed to be known by the members of the order. He had the option, of staying with the Order, or seeking knowledge, wandering across the world, and recording his findings. Kylac chose the second, and set out.
Two years later, the man reached the famous spot of the Scrudu, and found before it, the crumbled form of a Creneach. Recognizing it from his lessons, the man knew that the being should not be dead, that since the mage lights were still here, it should be alive. Cautiously he approached the pile of rubble, the being had not crumbled, as they did when their was no mage lights, It was ripped apart, torn by giant claws. Looking hesitantly at the giant obsidian statue before him, the administrator of the Scrudu, and awakener of races, An Phionos. It touched his mind briefly, and ordered him to pick up the stone, The Tear of the World An Phionos called it. Kylac did as it ordered. He tried to contact the being once again, but nothing answered him. The blond haired man spent the night there, and filled the Tear with the mage lights for the first time, awakening the next morning.
The next week, as Kylac journeyed across the country, he was attacked by a Blood Wolf, in reaction his hand went to his Cloch, and from it, came Gaia, the Valkyrie. She beat her wings twice, and Kylac heard a faint tinkle in his mind. “Yes..” It whispered, voice as soft as the rustling of leaves, and as gentle as dew. As if understanding that he needed defense, the winged woman swept down, a massive pole arm appearing in her arms. She skewered the animal easily, and turning her eyes back to Kylac, a tear rolled down her cheek, to join those already gathered at her chin.
Hair: Fairly long (About half way down ears) messy hair. It is a blackish green, depending o the light you can see a hint of green in his hair even though it looks black.
Weight: 110 lbs
Weapon: Carries a small rapier on his side due to the fact he is to small to hold any other type of sword. The hilt is silver in color and designed like a sabers hilt covering up part of his hand. The blade itself is about three feet long, the sides are rounded, but the tip is razor sharp. Used for jabbing not slashing.
He also has a foot long dagger tucked into a pocket in his boot. He rarely uses this unless it is necessary. Also carries a small bag of ninja like throwing stars. About two inches in diameter much smaller then a regular shuriken. Uses these sparingly, only when he can’t get close enough to his enemy or when he needs to distract his opponent.
Armor: Despite his own known the sheild he carries with him, (That depictes a snake eating its own tail) is the cause of much contraversy. it appears that the symbole has some sort of external meeting, and though he doesn't know where the sheild tiself comes from, some people will notice that sheild before anything. Further more it is notable to say that his sword has yet to break, despite the stees it is put under.
Strengths: Devin is amazingly quick, agile, and flexible, his balence, speed, and strength is almost super human, given the right insentive of course. He is a decent swordsman, and knows when to fight, and when to run, which seems to be an underratted ability. Among these he has pin point percision with all his weapons.
Weakness: Well he's a fourteen year old boy. You figure it out. Ok to begin he is an amature fighter, doesnt have the heart to kill anything, is prone to making tactical errors. As well, he is a kid, and as such is very innocent, and ignorant. Also he is hot head, which can lead to trouble. He tends to be Niave, and often misses the big picture, even when its painfully obvious to those around him.
Skills/Magic: Carries a few inventions his father created before he died.
Smoke Screen: A small ball when thrown at the ground leaves a smoke screen around a small area. Mainly used for escape purposes.
A long whip with a claw at the end that sticks digs into beams or other things, allowing him to access area other wise unreachable. Very similar to a grapple hook of wind waker fame. (I suppose it could be used as a weapon)
Claws: Wears two gloves with small retractable claws could be called a weapon but used to climb wooden walls mostly.
Appearance: Well living on the street does things to your appearnce. He is slightly dark which is a mixture of a tan, and dirt. His baggy baise shirt is ripped, and is slightly dirty, as is his matching pants.He wears black boats that he bought after winning some prize money, the boots has a strap in the right foot that he atachs his knife too. His rapier is always by his side in a loop in his pants. His always carries his backpack, which has a pocket on his side for his small throwing stars, and smoke screens. Picture below.
Personality: A bright optimistic hyper active boy. He never fails to find fun in almost every situation, and good in every person he meets. He is sharp witted, and good humored, and prone to pulling a pratical joke or two, if the situation arises. He of course has a mad crush on Cari, and would do anything to protect her, but is far to shy to tell her his true feeling. But this doesn't stop him from finding himself attracted to other girls as well, being a boy in the middle of puberty and all.
In battle he is reserved, and defensive. Attacking little if at all. He doesn't like hurting people, and would never ever kill someone. He does his best to talk his way out of battle, but that is not always the case, so he does take up arms when there is no place else to run. Every once in a while though he throws away his morals, and attack fiercely, and without hesitation, this however is rare, and would only happen if Cari's, or someone else of importance's life is in sever danger, and there is no other choice. Once he regains his composure he often has little to no memory of what happened.
Of course Devin has his silent side, though this is rarely seen it is often envoked when he is forced to bring up memories of his mother. He belive whole heartedly that her being taken from his is his fault, and whenever he thinks about it he goes quiet, and reserve leaving himself to his thoughts.
Biography: Born into a large city he lived a fairly normal yet odd childhood. From a young age he was transfixed with sword combat constantly sneaking into tournaments. His uncle unwillingly agreed to train the boy. His uncle was a master fencer, and swordsman. So Devin started training at age six fairly young so he had to use a faux blade (A fake blade made out of something other then metal). He trained hard trying to make his father proud, while still finding time to get into mischief.
By the time he turned nine he was a known troublemaker and avid fencer. He moved up to a real blade although it is still considerably smaller then a full length he was proud of himself. He practiced hard almost every day trying to get better. At the age of ten however a most terrible thing happened, his father while experimenting with chemical created an explosion killing him his uncle and half the town. From there on out his mother raised him.
At age 11 a new family came into to town, there daughter (12) Cari, and Devin became good friends almost instantly. They spent a lot of time together. One day when Devin and Cari where out in a field playing a large army attacked the city tacking all those found as slaves. Devin was in shock he snuck where he found his mother. She told him to run, take all he could and run. Devin reluctantly did what he was told, taking all he could. Outside the city gates he met up with Cari who also had to flee. Together they roam the land by horse stealing for food trying to find his mother who is somewhere in slavery. His only goal is to save her, but sometimes there is more to the story.
Hair: Long reddish blond hair.
Weight: 105 lbs
Weapon: Her main weapon is a bow made from twisted blue wood, and a ruby red string made from special material so it loses none of its effectiveness, but even a child, like Cari, can use it.
She also has an extendable Bo staff that Devin gave her when they first met. She use to train with him all the time, and still does occasionally. She is ok with it, far from amazing, but enough to defend herself.
Strengths: She is good at fooling he opponent to think of her as not a threat then coming back with something amazing. She is athletic and a fairly good martial artist. She is very tough, and refuses to stay down. Also very smart, and a quick thinker much more so then Devin, who is also a quick thinker.
Weakness: She is fourteen year old girl how much more do you need. Ok fine here, she has yet to master either of the weapons she holds and is new to combat leaving opening where there shouldn’t be. Also she is small fragile and small, overpowered very easily.
Skills/Magic: She only has an item that was given to her from Devin, who got them from his father.
Claws: Wears two gloves with small retractable claws could be called a weapon but used to climb wooden walls mostly. (Devin and Cari have a different pair of the same item)
Appearance: Wear a royal blue tunic with matching shorts. Usually has a red headband in her hair keeping it away from her eyes. Wears blue gloves with retractable claws very similar to Devin’s. Her shoes are a matching red to that of her headband. She carries her Bow and quiver on her back and her Bo staff at her side (It is about one foot long until it is extended. She has a small petit nose and ears. She looks like an almost ordinary fourteen-year-old girl. Picture below.
Personality: Cari often sevres as a foil to Devin's Character. When is over hyped, and rushes in to thing, she usually tries to find a different solution. She is very smart, due to her formal education, and has a natural talent for deducing things about people, or places.
battle is a different, yet similar story. Usually she tries to stay reserved at the beggining, only blocking, and doging in order to give the apperance of weakness, untill the opertune moment comes, and she strikes. She usues her natural atheletic ability, and well tuned mind in order to find flaws in her opponent form, and act on them quickly, and swiftly before they know what hit them. It is not uncommon for her to attack swiftly, and if that fails go back to being reserve until she can gather more info.
Given her Nobilty of birth she is a tad spoiled. Often she becomes desperatly attached to people, or things to the point where she would rather die then give them up (devin, and her Bow being prime examples) Though she wont admit it she really hates living on the streets, and sometimes wishes that they could go back, though she knows that wont happen.
Biography: She was born into a powerful wealthy family with many valuable artifacts. Both her parents died before she could remember so the housekeeper raised her. She stands to inherit millions of dollars when she turns sixteen. Her life was fairly boring until she was twelve when a powerful army attacked the town after her. She and the two that raised her moved to a city, under different last names and the fact that Cari was supposedly there daughter.
Up to that point the only weapon she was allowed to use was a bow, considered the most dignified weapon. She trained from an early age becoming fairly good. Until she met Devin she knew no other forms of combat. Devin taught her how to fight with the Bo staff he gave to her. They practiced a lot, and talked a lot they seemed to have a lot in common.
On her fourteenth birthday she was given a bow designed to her from her guardians, not soon after the same army that attacked her town attack the city. She left the city knowing they where after her; she met up with Devin who also fled. The two roam the land in search of Devin’s mother; inside Cari feels responsible for what happened that day and refuses to leave his side till she makes it better.
Battle Rank Player: Puck the Trickster Character: Devin & Cari Innate Element: NA Overall Rank: III Strength: II Defense: II Elemental: NA Speed: IV Skill: IV
Name: Princess May
Race: Human (Princess)
Weight: 70 lbs
Weapons: Light arrows
Armor: no armor
Abilities: She can use a power called light beam that will lock onto darkness and ONLY work on darkness. She can also use the light arrows. She also has the ability to think things through before she does it.
Strengths: Can close and open locked gates. Can make friends easily due to kindness, but can also make rivals easier. She usualy has more of a chance to do something right because of her ability to think things through.
Weaknesses: She is open to be attacked when closing or opening locked gates. Her kindness sometimes gets control over her, which gives the enemies a time to attack.
Personality: Princess Mae is a tough, brave, thoughtful, and generous young princess who loves to stand at the top of high places by the ocean and look into the horizon as she relaxes from fighting and stuff like that. She usually acts like she is 3 though because of her quite sensitive feelings.
Bio: May, as if she were Zelda, was born in Hyrule but married to a member of the royal family. For that reson, she did not grow up with her mom and dad. She grew up as the Secondary princess of hyrule. Her sister was Zelda, at least Zelda and May thought they were sisters.
May's childhood became Peacful after she met Zelda, but what May really wanted was a pet, a cat, but the king of hyrule never accepted it. "Its too big of a responsibility for a teenage girl like you, May." He would say. She didn't believe in anything yet, and she is traveling away from hyrule to explore the wonders of the rest of the world.
She has the ability to kill others, yet she is very easy-going. She loves being a princess, and she would hate loosing it. Her special item she is found of is her light arrows, gaven to her by Zelda so May could protect herself in battles. She would treat others the way they treat her and her dream is to become the best Princess ever. May, for these resons, never thought of dying, all she thought about were the happy peaceful parts of her life.
Hair: Medium-length, purple. She keeps it in pigtails with a few pieces hanging loose and bangs.
Weight: 127 lbs.
Weapon: Not really a weapon, more like a companion that helps her through battle. See mini profile.
Strengths: Katherine’s power is most effective when she’s in a bright environment. She’s battle-smart and utilizes the tings that she has to the best of her ability.
Weakness: Black and evil magic. She doesn’t like dark places nor being alone, hence the reason she carries Zwi everywhere around with her. Katherine is a terrible fighter if she doesn’t have Zwi with her.
Skills/Magic: She uses Zwi’s “Lucky Dance” to call upon magic attacks. The strength of the magic can vary from anywhere between a small drop of water to powerful lightning blasts and everything in between. She also has another skill that lets Zwi call upon a random object during battle that may or may not help. It can vary from a blade of grass to a bazooka gun.
Personality: Katherine is most of the time leaning towards the energetic side. She’s very trusting of others and likes to befriend almost anyone. She likes to avoid conflict rather than engage herself in one, but if the need comes to it, she wouldn’t back down from a fight.
Biography: Katherine was born in a small town. Her father was the known as the village healer and her mother had been a black mage. Katherine had inherited some of her mother’s power, but she had trouble summoning it. When Katherine was 3, her mother was killed in a war and was therefore unable to teach her anymore about black Magic. Katherine had to grow up watching the other children in the village increase their knowledge on Black Magic, while she didn't learn much.
Nonetheless, Katherine didn't let her mother's death stop her from learning a small amount of information on Black Magic. While she had trouble casting the simplest of spells, she did broaden her knowledge on the elements.
When she turned 9 she met Zwi at a nearby forest. She found him hurt and unconscious, and although she had not the slightest clue as to what he actually was, she took him back to the village and nursed him back to health. Once Zwi was healthy again, he refused to leave Katherine’s side. Katherine never did manage to figure out what Zwi was since he only spoke in incomprehensible noises.
Although there were other kids in the village, Katherine had found it hard to socialize with them because she felt as if she couldn’t live up to their standards, so Zwi was pretty much the only friend she had.
One afternoon when Katherine was 13, she had been back in the forest playing with Zwi when she had been attacked by a man. Katherine had tried to call upon her magic for aid, but she had been too frightened to concentrate and had failed. Zwi then stepped in front of her and did a comical dance and the blast of lightning that Katherine had been trying to call upon came crashing down on the man. That’s when she realized that Zwi’s little dance could actually most of the time help her in battle, although some of the time what Zwi manages to call up isn’t very useful. What Zwi calls upon can range from strong magic attacks to a simple blade of grass.
Katherine carries Zwi around with her everywhere she goes. She has been able to somewhat develop her knowledge on the usage of Black Magic because of him, but she still cannot summon it without his help.
Katherine's father disapproved of her studying the art, because he thought it would get her killed like it did to her mother. This caused their relationship to fall out.
When Katherine turned 16, she decided to leave the village in search of adventure.
Hair: Zwi has no hair
Eyes: Two, black, small, beady eyes.
Weight: 4 pounds.
Weakness: Separation from Katherine
Skills/Magic: "Lucky Dance" (Look in Katherine's profile)
Weapon: He has a switchblade knife, that he holds in his pocket. He uses it to cause himself intentional harm, but from recent circumstances, he also uses it to harm others.
Strengths: Keltan is a Holy being. Thus, his injuries heal faster than human ones. He can use Holy Water to heal his more serious injuries. He is quite strong, and can deal a sufficient amount of damage in a single blow.
Weakness: He is part mortal, and bodily wounds cause him the most damage. He isn't very quick, and therefore, leaves the enemy an advantage to strike. He is ill aware of his own strength, and doesn't realize his own power, which also leaves him open for attacks.
Skills/Magic: Kingdom Come: Keltan's favorite magic skill. He can summon Holy beings at will to assist him in a battle. The beings surround the enemy, and engulf it in light. As a means to "suffocate" it. Ethereal Light: This is his most powerful defense. So powerful, he can only use it one time in battle. Keltan will sprout the wings of angel. Light will surround the enemy, and they will be powerless. Now airborne, Keltan can do a number of attacks on any of his enemies with lightning speed. However, this attack lasts only for a few seconds, and leaves him vulnerable after he has used it.
Appearance: (Thank you, Iroas... for the wonderful picture.<3)
It needs to be colored, but I still love it.
Keltan is quite a dashing young man. His hair is straight at the top and curves out on the bottom, and is so dark, it is brown in reality, but looks almost black. It just barely touches his shoulders. His ice blue eyes, and brown hair are his best features. Keltan lives in what would be the future to us, so he wears a black t-shirt, and blue jeans. He has sweatbands on his wrists to hide his cut scars. His wings are also hidden, to discourage anyone from thinking he is of the army of God.
Personality: Serene, and dispassionate, Keltan isn't exactly what one would think of as being pious. Emotionally unstable, one can often find him secluded, in the darkest of corners harming himself. Being completely self-relient, he only thinks to himself and for himself. Life for him is a struggle to stay alive, and only the strongest survive.
"...then the second angel poured out his bowl on the rivers, and springs of water, and they became blood..." Revelation 16:4
It was the year 2021. People lived in solemnity as the days grew as dark as the nights. Crime was rampant in the city streets, where a young boy, Keltan, only at the age of nineteen, worked hard to earn what he could. Jobs were scarce, and he often found himself wandering the alleys and streets for odd jobs. He lived in a small apartment on the outskirts of town, where he whiled away the hours sketching on his wrist with a razor blade.
It was dawn, but it gave the impression of being twilight.
Keltan was on the floor, with a switch blade. Along the width of his wrist, he ran the blade along his veins. Blood began to trickle down his arm, and drip on the floor. It seeped through the cracks in the old wood, and stained it black.
"This life" he sighed to himself.
A tear streamed down his face, and fell to the floor. It mixed with the blood, and ran through the cracks of the wooden planks on the floorboard.
He placed the knife in his pocket, and stood up to look out the window. He lay his hand on the window pane as he peered out to the world around him. The wind was blowing, and it looked like rain was on it's way. The leaves of the trees swayed about, as the wind grew in strength.
"More rain?" he whined.
Thunder reverberated in the distance, as droplets fell to the ground. Keltan looked on in astonishment.
"That isn't rain!"
He was stunned. He gazed out the window, trying to determine what was falling from the clouds. It began to downpour as thick droplets smacked against the pavement, and shattered in a million pieces. Puddles of scarlet were forming all over the place.
It was raining blood.
"This can't be happening... " his thoughts raced as he paced the floor, "No... not now, please no... not now... "
He blazed out the front door, and thrusted himself at the concrete. The blood splashed all over his body as it rained harder and stronger. He was drenched in blood as he looked up to the sky.
"Angels of Heaven, Servants of God...!"
Keltan screamed his heart out. His voice was that of a train crash, the sound pierced through the vicinity, and left him stunned. With his hands palm-down on the pavement, he bowed his head and prayed.
"... save me."
With his last bit of breath, he fainted in a pool of blood on the sidewalk.
All pain was gone.
It was quiet.
There was light.
It was Heaven.
"what the...?" Keltan sat up. Apparently, he had been lying on his back. He rubbed his eyes, and looked around.
It was beautiful. The streets were paved in gold, and there were clouds... clouds everywhere. It was silent, and no-one could be seen for miles.
"Where am I?"
"You are in Heaven"
The voice snapped Keltan out of his trance. He jumped to his feet, and swivled around to face the opposite direction.
"Who...? Who's there?"
He frantically reached for his switch blade, and found that it was gone.
"Who are you? Show yourself!"
There was nothing there. Nothing, but a voice.
"I am the Holy Spirit, Keltan. You cannot see me. Only through belief in me will you be able to comprehend such a concept."
"Why... what, Keltan?"
"Why am I here?" Keltan tried to flash back to what happened.
" All I remember... all I remember... was..."
" ...being outside."
"It was raining."
"Raining, what? Dear child."
"It was raining blood."
" I remember, I jumped outside..."
"... I prayed."
The Holy Spirit took over the conversation.
"Yes. You see, Keltan, you will soon find that through faith, and faith only that you can be saved"
"You called upon me to save you. You believed that I could save you..."
"... so I did."
"But now, my dear, you will be trusted with the destiny of saving the world."
Keltan just stood there, in complete, and utter awe. He didn't know what to do. He had always known that he was special. He always knew that there was something about himself that wasn't right. He knew that he had a purpose in the world. But this?
It was too much for him. He slouched his back slightly and stared into space where he thought the voice was coming from. With his mouth agape, he sighed.
"This isn't a dream... this is real, right? Keltan questioned the voice.
He crossed him arms, and snickered.
"You want... me?"
A smile spread across his face.
"Well well, let me finish. You are treating this like it will be something of leisure." The Spirit retorted.
"A big responsibility has been placed on your shoulders."
An ethereal light gleamed down on the ground before Keltan. He looked on with disbelief.
"Here. Take this"
There, on the ground lay his switchblade. He cautiously picked it up and studied it. It wasn't the same old knife he once had. The blood stains were gone, and the worn-out handle was replaced with a golden one. He flipped the blade over and ran his fingers along the engraving that was carved on the other side.
He read it aloud.
"You spelled my last name wro..."
"... No I didn't." The voice interrupted.
"Oh, uhm... okay."
He flipped the blade back, and put it away.
"You know what you must do..." the Spirit's voice echoed as a jolt of wind rushed through the air, and tousled Keltan's hair.
"What?! What do I do?"
"you know what you must do... just believe..."
The voice trailed off behind him... and eventually disappeared, along with the gust of wind.
"Believe? Believe in you? Believe in what?"
Keltan dropped to the floor, and began to sob. Pounding his fists to the ground, he cried and cried.
But this time, no one came.
"Fulfill the destiny. Restore the light. Spread your wings."
Voices echoed through Keltan's mind, and encircled him... they kept... repeating the same thing... over and over again.
"No... no... NO!!" Keltan thrashed back and forth through the covers on his bed.
He awoke, a cold sweat beaded on his face.
'It was... a dream?" he sat at the edge of the bed, his legs dangling over the side. He got up, and the bed creaked as he did.
He walked over to the window, and looked outside.
It wasn't a dream. It had stopped raining, but blood was stained all over everything.
"No... Lord no..." He gasped.
He was trembling as he reached for his pocket. He pulled out the switchblade, and held it gently in his hands.
"I know what I must do."
Puddles of blood splashed around as Keltan raced through the streets. Crashed cars and dead bodies were everywhere, as he weaved in and out of them.
It was midnight, and the moon light shone on his face. His ice blue eyes glowed with rage.
He blazed past empty buildings, and wreckage... determined to make it to the other side of town.
He was met in a dark alley way... by a mysterious figure.
The figure was dressed in a dark robe, and red eyes peered out at him, as the figure snickered.
"You, are the One? You are the soldier in the army of God?"
Keltan quivered, as the figure continued to speak...
"So we meet again"
Keltan couldn't breathe. He was speechless.
"What? You don't remember me?"
The figure circled around Keltan, it was so close to him, that it brushed the hair out of Keltan's face, and laughed menaically.
"Aww, c'mon. Let's play a game."
"Who are you?" Keltan opened his blade, and stanced.
"Why... I... dear boy... am your father"
Keltan's eyes widened as tears streamed down his face.
"You don't... you don't remember me?"
"...I always knew that I would grow to hate you."
"...Your mother... she wanted me to love you... she wanted me to raise you right..."
"...but I had different motives"
His smile widened, and bared his pearly white fangs.
"she only got in the way."
"So, I took her out of the way."
Enraged, Keltan thrusted himself at the demon.
"You aren't my father! I don't know you!"
Keltan grabbed at the figure, and stabbed it in the heart.
"Now you've done it boy... "
The demon howled, as blood poured out of his chest wound. Light surrounded the demon, and he disintegrated... but his voice trailed on.
"You have fulfilled the prophecy... you have evoked the beginning of the end."
He laughed crazily, as Keltan sat there, astonished.
"You gave the first blow in the War between good and evil... you have started Armageddon"
The demon's voice trailed off in the distance. Keltan, kneeling on the ground, started to cry.
"This life" he sobbed.
It began to rain, as thunder rumbled in the distance.
Name: Daniel Quintana, though everyone calls him Quintana
Age: 20 years
Race: Fire Pixie, who is a mage primarily wielding fire as the name implies.
Hair: Light brown with streaks of orange. It’s shaggy and at shoulder length.
Eyes: Hazel with a touch of orange as well.
Weight: One hundred fifteen pounds
Height: Five foot four inches
Weapon: He wields naught but a staff. The staff enhances his magical powers. It’s made of a sturdy wood and was crafted by the elves from a spring in a mysterious forest. He encountered the spring on one of his adventures. The elves granted him the staff in exchange for him keeping the secret of the spring.
The staff is made from a wood unknown to Quintana. Though crudely carved, its magical powers are always powerful. It has a red, flame shaped crystal at the top of a spiraling molding in the wood. The staff is about half of his height. Picture coming as soon as I get my scanner out from under some stuff…
Strengths: Oddly, he’s great at being sarcastic. It throws off his enemies quite a lot since sometimes, it’s hard to tell. Fire would be the thing that he’s best at. He can easily withstand anything warm or burning. His intellect is quite high and most don’t dare to try to guess what he’s thinking since it’s usually overly complicated.
Weakness: Something stupid gets him side tracked, he has the feeling that anything stupid should be made fun of. Ice and anything cold can harm him greatly for long periods of time. In battle, he goes off on a tangent if the person he’s fighting happens to intrigue him. His stories sometimes lead to him losing the battle though.
Skills/Magic: He is a fire mage and therefore, most of his attacks have to do with heat and/or fire in general. He does not require his staff to perform magic, but with his staff, his powers are stronger.
Spiral of Heat: His magic forms a twirling spiral that continually spins toward his enemy with a speed depending on how much strength Quintana puts into it. With a lot of strength, the twister goes at a very fast rate. The twister scoops up his opponent and after promptly spinning them, the spiral lets his opponent go. It deals no damage, but his enemies are left dizzy and seeing double.
Flame of Healing: It’s a mystical flame that contains the power to heal injuries. He can’t heal his own injuries, but this helps when he has an injured ally or friend.
Orb of Fire: Quintana manifests a large orb consisting of fire around himself and anyone else he wishes for protection. Obviously, the flames can be put out, but it provides a sturdy enough shelter.
Appearance: Quintana is a fairly good looking young pixie. He has wavy light brown hair and shimmering hazel eyes with touches of orange within them. His hair seems messy and uncontrollable but it does have a cute little flare to it. It covers his face most of the time. Quintana prefers to not show his face due to how soft and feminine it is. He’s one of those guys that one would expect to be completely innocent, yet despite his appearance, he can easily hold his own in a battle. He is lanky and always wearing a blackish tunic. He wears a tight red long sleeved shirt underneath it. He has a brown belt with a bright yellow buckle. Quintana has long boots covering his entire foot and reaching all the way to his knee. Wrapped around each ankle is a diagonally stripped ribbon. He has two large wings that are around the same height he is. Picture coming as soon as I get my scanner out from under some stuff…
Personality: Quintana tries to make a joke out of anything and everything. By using so much sarcasm, he’s gained many foes. He’s really annoyed by ignorant people and those that think too much of themselves. He hates without remorse. If someone ticks him off when they meet him, chances are, he’ll never like them. So to him, a first impression is very important. He believes there is a fire god and that that is where the source of his power lies. Though he doesn’t often protect his beliefs, sometimes, if someone just pushes the wrong buttons, he’ll snap. Quintana gets along well with anyone that is intelligent and he can have an interesting conversation with. He loves telling stories to anyone, whether they want to listen or not. Those that understand what he’s talking about, usually find them hilarious. He is willing to kill, but not unless the person is really, either annoying, or simply stupid. Quintana cares a lot about intellect. He can be easy going, but it all depends on who is with, once again. He loves living too much to die. Overall, he’s a reasonably happy person, only when surrounded by people that are competent.
Biography: He was born in a fire pixie city called, Fareton where he lived for until around a week after his birth. His parents were a prince and his maid. They were unmarried when his maid gave birth to Quintana and forced out of the city for their actions. Not being able to take care of their child, his parents left him in an orphanage in a human town, hoping he would grow to be accepted among the humans.
Unfortunately, the humans were hesitant to letting him fit in. Since as a child he was often ignored, Quintana learned to do almost everything by himself. He learned to talk by himself at the age of 2. Within a year, he’d begun to read. At the young age of four, he’d already mastered the ability to write. Before long, people began to realize how smart he was. He actually began to fit in with the humans. He gained many friends and stayed at the orphanage most of his life. Then, at the age of 15, he decided that the orphanage had become too much of a restriction of his abilities. He needed to expand his horizons and learn to be independent.
Quintana left without a word of notice to anyone, he didn’t want to have to say good bye. Taking nothing but the shirt on his back, a weeks worth of food, and roughly fifty dollars he’d saved up. For the nest five years he went on adventures, meeting people and gaining new abilities. As soon as he was given his staff, Quintana began to take his adventures a bit more seriously. He’d been given the power to fight better and he intended to use it.
He figured that using his powers, he could eventually find his hometown and/or his parents. Each of which he knew nearly nothing about. He’d been told that his parents were kind people that loved each other, and him, immensely. All he knew about his town was that it rested deep within a forest and it was inhabited completely by fire pixies. The whole idea seemed like a heaven on earth to him. To find a place, where everyone loved fire as much as he did, was definitely high on his priority list. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t be able to find it without further information. He decided to continue his quest to find his parents and his birthplace, but primarily he’s looking for more clues as to their whereabouts.
>Be Careful What You Wish For (dropped)
>The Spiral of Swords and Fire (in progress)
> Where There's Fire There's These Two (in progress)
About her race: Demon cats are usually rude and selfish. They usually can either have super fast speed or great hearing/seeing/smelling/tasting. They usually only fight at night so they dont get noticed and arrested, but at day, if they were stubborn, they would still fight and almost get arrested.
Strengths: able to run at speeds up to 290 mph. she's always willing to fight even if it is someone she doesn't know. Her attack powers are also increased in ice/snow/anywere cold because she has ice powers.
Weakness: Kiterina not very trusting so she doesn't team up often and even though she runs fast she becomes easily exhausted fast. Kiterina also jumps into fights she will most likely lose in. She hates Warm temperatures since she has power over ice.
Skills/Magic: she can shoot a beam of ice out of her sword, and anything she hits with her sword while in a fight turns to ice for a short period of time.
Personality: Kiterina is mean when it comes to other smaller childen and older ones to picking on her and teasing her, as a matter a fact she hates anything that talks to her. She never liked her mom or dad or family, and she never will, so basicly she hates everything, and usually gets into fights.
Kiterina was born and raised by her parents who lived in a city somewhere in the middle of nowhere. She had no friends and no brothers or sisters. She never talked to anyone. Her childhood was very mean and abusive and she had no pets.
As she grew up she dicided never to believe in anything, and since she hated home so much she started to jorney away from home, her job was a job as a fighter. She wanted to get away from home, kill things since she has the ability to, live on her own. she was not easy going then.
She likes to fight. Its the only thing she would do that interested her alot. The one thing she hated though was loosing a fight. She never had any special things to her. Everything seems boring and if she didn't get what she wanted she would kill them, so that proves she was a greedy little disrespectful brat of a child when she was 10 and she left home.
As soon as she was a teenager she was even more greedy and disrespectful. She had no goals or dreams, and she never thought of the possibility of death. All she thought about was killing, so one day she was almost arrested. After that she decided to take a rest from killing, and think about how in the world she is going to live anywere if she ends up in the most wanted list of criminals.
When she became 23 she became a small bit nicer. She still hated everyone but if they were children she didn't care. what she cared about was the older people because of what her mom said," ALWAYS RESPECT YOU ELDERS!". She never wanted to hear those words from a human's mouth ever again. Another reson she hated people is because they stared at her often because of her cat ears and tail. That always made her mad, verry mad. So she never grew up to have friends.
Weapon: Two thigh-holstered blasters, Dual beam sabers, mounted on back console when at rest.
Armor: Black with red trim, similar to Zero's from MegaMan, but more body-fitting. White crystal on head piece. Head piece can close to form a mask.
Strengths: Keen intellect, excellent ability to fight; he was bred for fighting. His sword abilities are second to none. He also has the ability to use ninja-style evasion techniques; infltration is another specialty.
Weaknesses: He has only bits and pieces of his past as a real human in his head; he is too trusting sometimes, in his effort to regain his past. Also, he is weak to any electromagnetic force, especially solar radiation in the EM spectrum. Too much exposure to this radiation can kill him. He has no emotions; he is trying desperately to re-discover them. Gaining strength, due to the nature of his robotic body, is difficult, and requires far more effort than would be needed by a normal human. His bursts of emotion often erupt at the most inopportune times.
Abilities: No magical gifts here. He can fly by concentrating his energy into a useable field around his body, defying gravity. His flying talent is still in its infancy, however. He is refining it, though, however slowly. This same ability can be used to fire bursts of pure electrical energy from his body, but again, is still in its beginning stages. He can also focus energy up to 500' away at a given focal point, and produce a shield through his focusing abilities. His eyes can see all types of radiation, incuding infrared and ultra violet. His ability to sense high levels of EM radiation provide him with the foresight to keep himself out of mortal danger. His sword is his primary weapon, and can be enhanced through his energy-focusing power. The twin pistols he carries provide him with medium to long range weapons support; he is incredibly accurate.
Appearance: Looming at nearly seven feet tall, Zer 2.0 is quite an imposing figure. His eyes show fierce restraint, a reflection of his repressed soul fighting the black-and-red durasteel shell his body is encased in and melded with. With powerful musculature beneath the icy-cold armor, and an elegant mane of silver-and-gold hair protruding from the back of his double-crested headpiece, Zer 2.0 looks almost like some work of art, animated for the defense of a dying people. His helmet, black as night and sharp in appearance, has twin crests pointing back on either side of his head. Between, is a white stone that glows when his emotions rear their ugly heads. Not thin, but not bulky, his body holds the strength and speed necessary to survive in his world.
History: His past is clouded with mystery; all he knows is that he was created 575 years ago in order to save his people from an indescribable threat; the cost was his humanity, or most of it, anyway. His home country is unknown, and he lives in a world torn apart by the war left in Neo-Rome's wake. He goes bounty-hunting from time to time, but spends much of his time searching for clues that could point him to definitive answers, and ultimately, the redemption of his humanity. As Oedipus said, "Clues breed clues," and that is how Zer 2.0 searches for his past. Perhaps he will find whoever created him- or at least their current generation...
Time History: B.W. time, named for the time before the Neo-Roman War that shaped our anti-hero, begins at 3001 A.D. So, 2000 B.W. occurs where 3001 A.D. should have. D.W. time, lasting 5 years, is during the Rome-Russian conflict. Timeline:
2000 B.W.[---Beginning of current timeline---] 1500 B.W. [---1st Conflict Begins---] 1200 B.W. [---Rome begins to re-organize for a massive global assault---] 1000 B.W. [---Rome attains the most power it has ever had with the
Neo-Roman Empire, beginning "Docem Pax Romana"---] 200 B.W. [---Russia begins to gather support in an effort to overthrow the NRE---] 21 B.W. [---The man that formed our hero is born, Sextus Augustus---] 1 B.W. [---Zer
1.0 is created from a footsoldier, and dies in the experiments---] 0 B.W. [---On December 31, Russia strikes Italy with the largest single assault known to man---] 0 D.W. [---The Rome-Russia war is begun---] 1 D.W. [--- Zer
2.0 is created from Sextus Augustus, a captain in the Neo-Roman Army, and the last remnant of the bloodline from the first emperor of Ancient Rome. 10 D.W. [---The war is ended by Zer 2.0---]
War History: Created in 1 D.W., his original body born in 21 B.W., he was a Captain of the Neo-Roman Imperial Army. The mention of this army, of course, requires some explanation. History repeated itself beginning in 1200 B.W., with the reinvention of the once glorious Roman Empire. The world had been at war with itself sice approx. 1500 B.W., and after secretively gaining strength, Rome launched a swift campaign to re-capture the territory it held in the distant past. After half a century of bloody conflict, the Roman Empire was re-established, extending this time, to all corners of the world, with the exception of Russia. Rome's now Imperial court saw to it that the Russian territory was contained, but it remained, in essence, Russian. The empire was established to its greatest extent by 1000 B.W., christened as the Neo-Roman Empire. Thus began a "Docem Pax Romana," or Second Roman Peace, the first at the hands of Emperor Augustus in 27 B.C. Anyway... fast-forward to 0 D.W.; the RRWar has begun. After a year of terrible fighting, the Romans decide it is time to try to create their secret weapon once again. The first attempt, Zer 1.0, was a powerful prototype, but the body rejected the implants after 1 month, becoming sickly and weak. The armor was and is designeed with a self destruct feature, which the Roman scientists used to dispose of their dying super-soldier. They, in their time of dire need, decided to try again...
Personality: Cold and calculating as a result of the bio-mechanical implants, his persona exudes pure unadulterated logic. Occasionally, the repressed emotions stored in the deep recesses of his human brain come out violently, but only enough to remind him of what he came from. He has an absolute sense of justice and selflessness; this is the closest he has to any emotion. His sense of justice often involves him with third parties, and these people are usually responsible for his momentary bouts of humanity. He says nothing that does not need to be said, and in his line of work, that tends to be very little. His sense of right and wrong is limited due to his judgemental manner; a character flaw he tries to improve with patience. Again, being a pure fighting-machine, it is difficult for him to express feeling (he currently, for all intents, has none.) When a clue to his past is in his grasp, he can become trusting, a sign of his emotions struggling harder with his war-like self.
Name – Jae Jepman
Sex – Male
Age – 26
Height – 6’ 0”
Weight – 184 lbs.
Hair – Short, black hair spiked all around with side burns about an inch wide and three inches long.
Appearance – Very Italian Looking
~Face – A thin, handsome face with amber eyes and a great smile.
~Upper Body – Always wears a white polo shirt and a light brown overcoat with a large collar. He is pretty muscular.
~Lower Body – Has long legs and always wears blue jeans. Has a favorite pair of brown, slip-on shoes but occasionally wears sneakers.
Drawing by Aiko (aka Altamira)
Weapons – His main weapon is a Ruger KP944 Pistol, a gun that has been passed down for generations to every male in his family. The gun originally didn’t have a laser sight on it but his dad added it when he owned it. He tries to only use it when necessary. He also has a very keen ability to be able to use any weapon from sword to gun by only testing it out once or using it for a few seconds. He can also easily hold his own in hand to hand combat because of his flexibility and agility. His brain is also a weapon which will be explained later.
Strengths – Very, very flexible. Some people like to call him Mr. Octopus (especially his mother who he told never to call him that again) and it has become somewhat of a nickname. He’s also tremendously fast on his feet and smart. And because of his confident attitude and his humorousness he can make people either lighten up or become extremely frustrated with him.
He was taught mental physics, a technique developed by a man named Igor Stritouwsky in 2901, which can manupulate the physics of the world around him just by tapping into the unused parts of the human mind. It's not magic or a psychic ability but actually a science. It takes many years to learn and many, many more to master.
Some of the things Jae can do is:
-Compress people into a tiny, tiny space effectively making a micro-blackhole. It takes a lot of concentration and a lot of time but he can do it while he is fighting someone and it can happen almost unexpectantly to Jae while he is trying to use it.
-Move small objects with his mind with little concentration or large objects with a lot of concentration.
-Slighty change the way the world looks to people by modifying their brainwaves. ie. making someone see the world upside-down
Weaknesses – The biggest weakness is his womanizing. When ever he fights woman he tends to belittle them which makes the woman angry and makes her kick his ass. He also very picky. This tends to even out his great strength of being able to use any weapon because unless the weapon is high quality, he won’t even consider using it. He’s also completely human so he has no supernatural powers or armor.
Attitude – Fairly confident in everything he does and always has a glimmer of happiness in his eyes. He is never serious about anything and loves to joke around, even when he is fighting. He can sometimes be a womanizer but he is generally pretty nice to woman but never trusts men unless they are good friends.
He is amazingly flexible and can shimmy, bend, or maneuver himself through anything. He’s also a very smooth talker and can calm people down or get them to trust him very quickly.
He’s also been very good at picking something up and using it like an expert on the first try. Because of this, he has had many jobs but usually gets fired because he messes around.
The thing that people always find annoying is his pickiness about everything. He’s picky about eating, clothing, woman, and about everything else.
Biography – Jae was born on Earth in America on April 2, 3073. When he was three, his father became a head scientist at Calmar Inc. His father took him, his mother, and his older sister to live on Zajsk while his father had the job.
While they were on the shuttle to the Andromeda System he saw the three planets and was amazed by their magnificence: Calmar, a fractured brown planet with giant cracks and small patches of white and brown and one large patch of silver; The States, a planet very similar to Earth but about two-thirds smaller and had only one body of water, a large river that seemed to flow around the whole planet with smaller rivers emerging off it; And Zajsk, a tiny ball of grey with small squares of glass scattered, through which another smaller planet inside could be seen. Jae was fascinated by them.
As they lived on the inner planet of Zajsk, Le Métro, Jae went to school and studied as often as he could. Although by High School he was the biggest nerd in school he was also the best looking guy in school. It was here that he grew confidence in himself and decided what he wanted to do.
He has heard of a training ground in the city of Sirmána on Calmar that trained both the body and mind. So, when he graduated High School he moved away from home to Sirmána.
Jae was greeted be a Chinese man named San Ju. Ju told Jae that from 18 to 24 that Jae will live at the training ground and that he will be Jae’s master. Jae was taught many things there from Tai-Kwan-Do to Physics. Ju told him that in his 70 years of teaching on both the Earth and Calmar that he had never seen skill like Jae’s. Only a few months in Jae was given the nick name Chao, meaning strength in Chinese.
When Jae graduated he was given the option to join the Calmarian Army but declined. He was told that he could come back any time he wants for advice or if he changes his mind and wants to join the army.
For a year Jae traveled between worlds helping people in various ways. When he was 25 he went back to Zajsk to visit his mother and sister (and father but he had not been home since he first took the job.) When he got there he couldn’t find his family anywhere so he asked a neighbor and he was told that a few months ago a man that looked very similar to Jae came to the house and took Jae’s mother and sister with him. The neighbor had assumed that it was Jae taking them somewhere.
He went searching for them for many months and could not find them. He hasn’t given up but he decided to get a job on The States guarding one of A&F’s factories until he finds out more about his family’s disappearance.
(For a bit of background on the backstory check the Story Progression in my signature.)
Name – Spring Mathews
Sex – Female
Age – 22
Height – 5’ 8”
Weight – 112 lbs.
Hair – Long blond hair that she often puts in a handkerchief.
Appearance – American
~Face – Very beautiful, almost over exaggerated facial features. She always wears make-up and has only been seen a few times without it on.
~Upper Body – She wears a long red dress almost all the time that hugs her whole body showing every feature from her large bust and shapely, hourglass shape. She can also be seen in a thin green v-neck shirt and blue jeans.
~Lower Body – Long, Shapely legs that can usually be seen molded under her dress. She wears many types of shoes, mostly high heals.
Strengths – Spring can, quite plainly, beat the **** out of someone with one hand. She is a small person but packs a horrible punch. She’s not particularly fast, especially not in high heals, but she makes up for it in strength. She also is very smart and has great reasoning powers. Some even say she has such high brain power that she can move and destroy things with her mind but most also say that is a myth.
Weaknesses – Even though she is also a Genius she is also a Ditz. She likes to act stupid to throw people off but it can work against her also. She also likes to wear very girly clothing which is not good to fight it which is why she’s gotten better at fighting barefoot. Spring thinks most people are her friends, too, so she can often make the mistake of mixing foes with friends which could potentially be a fatal mistake.
Attitude – Spring is extremely and horribly perky. She has a very lively, high voice and because she talks so much, her voice is far too evident to people. Spring loves men and most men love her but there are some men that don’t like her that she just refers as the “Others.” “They often end up with martinis in their face,” she often says.
Spring has a social illness where she constantly thinks everyone is her friend when they often aren’t. Although Spring looks really fragile, growing up with 8 brothers made her a very good fighter, better then most men.
Spring is also very smart and bright although she is called an airhead all the time. She often surprises people by being able to do complex math and understanding most sciences.
Biography – Spring was ironically born on November 21, 2077. She was born on The States in a small village called Livally. She was born to a poor family of already five children and she had three more, younger siblings later on; A total of nine, with her being the only girl.
She was often ignored most of her early life because her brothers didn’t care about her and often teased her. Here was born her social illness. One day she just snapped from all the teasing and yelled at all her brothers that someday everyone will like her.
As she went on to middle school she gained many friends and became the most popular and smartest kid in school. As she moved into High School guys started really liking her but most of them were teased or brushed off but it never went any father then a first date.
In her senior year she met a boy named Rocky Johnson. Rocky was the complete opposite of Spring. He was rich, he wasn’t popular, he wasn’t smart, and he wasn’t good looking but Spring immediately fell in love with him.
Only a year after High School they got married. She met his exceptionally wealthy mother. She and Rocky were the only two left of the family. Only a few months after meeting her she died of old age and all the money was left to Rocky.
Rocky got a job working for Calmar Inc. and went off to help work on Planet #4. After 9 months of working there Rocky got in a terrible accident with one of the planet making machines and passed away. All of Rocky’s money and possessions was left to Spring.
Spring continues to live on Calmar in High Hill where she and Rocky’s home was. She often goes out to bars and tells the person next to her a story that Rocky told her about a great mystery of the universe but she never does get to the end.
(For some backround on the backstory look at the Story Progression in my signature.)
A while ago, before a prolonged period of absence, I wanted to create a team of characters. However, by pure chance, my completed project was very much like another members', so that idea died. I'm trying again, but this time adding onto my Wolver/Zeliro hybrid story. Ubechok's information is always on top. The reason that I didn't give Z-2.0 his own history is that he has no real history.
Name: Ubechok "Black Fist" Daffin
Weight: 80 lb.
Height: 5' 8"
Weapon: Blaster pistol, stun level
Strengths: Ubechok's greatest strength is his pure brains, the greatest scientist and mastermind in all of Kahzan. He has revolutionized the hybridization process, and has designed many highly advanced weapons, such as an improved, cheaper nuclear weapon. In combat, his tactical mind is one of the greatest, coming up with a foolproof plan in seconds. In the fray, Z-2.0 relies heavily on his master against very powerful opponents. He is also very quick in movement, darting around the battlefield for a good shot with his blaster pistol, another strength.
Weaknesses: Ubechok's greatest weakness is his strength. He is painfully weak and nearly broke his fist upon pounding his desk in frustration once. He once was very fast and has not lost much of that skill, but it is compounded by his poor strength. His blaster pistol, though a useful strength, is made less useful by its low power. Ubechok prefers not to carry around a very powerful weapon, for fear that he will be captured and the secret of his technology will be uncovered.
Appearance: Ubechok, at first, looks absolutely bizarre. His clothing consists of casual jeans and a lab coat over a collared black shirt. His hair is long, down to his shoulders, and completely, naturally black, strange considering his old age. At a younger age, he wore red contact lenses to intimidate his followers. Over time, he neglected to remove them and they seeped into his eyes, changing his eye color from brown to red. This made his eyes very sensitive, so he always wore green sunglasses afterward, increasing his bizarre image. He always wears black gloves.
Personality: Ubechok is usually a ruthless, coldhearted mastermind, creating his own plans without a thought for other's lives. But as he created Z-2.0, the younger vampire began to sway him towards the idea of caring for others. He cares for the clone like a son, and would never harm him. He is a hybrophobic (hates hybrids unfoundedly) with the exception of Z-2.0, and the only other person in the world than Z-2.0 that he really cared for is his late grandfather, the first Black Fist.
Eyes: Completely white
Weight: 130 lb.
Strengths: Z-2.0's greatest skills are nearly identical to Zeliro's. His rock-hard skin, imperviousness to flames, and pure strength are great assets, in addition to his fire breath. He is empowered by both cold air and blood.
Weaknesses: Z-2.0 is, though by no means dumb, not a great tactitian. He and Ubechok are required to work together at all times, and thus Z-2.0 is forced to protect Ubechok in battle. Akin to Zeliro, molten rock is also a concern.
Appearance: Z-2.0 always wears a black, leather jacket over a white T-shirt. Unlike Zeliro, he only has one fang, over his bottom lip. His eyes are completely blank, and he wears black jeans. His skin is pale, and his nails are long and sharpened like claws.
Personality: Z-2.0 is by no means a typical teenager, very solemn and serious with little to no care for others. However, he does have a sentimental side, and does care for the people that cannot protect themselves, like the disabled and homeless. He is usually overruled by Ubechok, though. He is also the one known for breaking the coldness of Ubechok, and truly cares for the old scientist.
Bio: The boy Ubechok Daffin was born mysteriously, in a dark alley away from other people. At a very young age, his parents disappeared and he was given to his grandfather, who raised him as a cold-hearted thug. His grandfather was the member of a very large gang.
When Ubechok was only eight, his grandfather took his gang and captured the three states of the West Coast, plunging the country into war. They renamed their "nation" Kahzan and established a capital. They elected a President, highly influenced by the current Black Fist, leader of the Black Hand gang.
His grandfather was very powerful, and as a result, had many enemies. The paranoid Black Fist established a role for an apprentice: the White Fist, successor to the Black Fist. He picked a very skilled man named Earl Jable, the best of the Black Hand.
Ubechok at the time was becoming a very successful scientist. He had invented a very cheap and increasedly powerful nuclear weapon when he decided that technology bored him. He quickly switched to genetics and quickly his place was secured in the history books as he was the first to learn how to merge two animals together. He also created a dinosaur preserve and began breeding them.
In time, his grandfather's fear was realized; he was shot eighteen times by a man named Yabla, who was instantly tortured and killed. Earl Jable was almost as great a Black Fist as Ubechok's deceased grandfather. He ruled Kahzan with an iron fist. During his short time as Black Fist, he had seen the gang double in size and skill. Satisfied, Jable gave the position of White Fist to his son, Cole. He was abruptly killed by his son, who took the position.
Cole proved to be a poor and inept Black Fist: unambitious, fat and repulsive, and a completely loathsome personality. At this time, Ubechok was steadily working his way up through the ranks, and had made an ally in the muscular King Troutson. The two teamed up and formed the most useful duo the Black Hand had ever seen: the muscle and the bullet. The muscle would battle the opponent, distracting them, while the bullet would dart around him and shoot down the enemy. Ubechok took the position of bullet.
King was killed by a sniper in mid-mission a few years later. The interested Cole hired Ubechok for the position of White Fist. The scientist easily surpassed Cole in only two weeks. After two years, he grew weary of training under Cole and shot him, becoming the new Black Fist.
He began wearing contact lenses, which seeped into his eyes and significantly weakened them. He then wore sunglasses. He also began merging animals with humans, an idea quickly adopted by the government. Repulsed by his creations, he quickly killed or drove them away after taking notes.
After several years as a brilliant scientist and Black Fist, he found a powerful hybrid destroying the city of Destroburg. In the morning, he realized that the teenage wolf hybrid in the center of the city was the same. Fighting back his repulsion, he offered Wolver, the boy, a chance to heal himself of the monster that destroyed the city. Wolver agreed immediately.
As a test soon after he took in the boy, Ubechok created a vampire creature, Zeliro. Zeliro was meant to sway Wolver into believing that he relied on his wolf form in combat. When the plan failed, Ubechok tried to kill the hybrid, who subsequently escaped with a vow to kill. Soon after the vampire left, Ubechok realized that Zeliro was his most powerful creation. He then quickly used a blood sample he had taken upon creation to create an altered clone, made ten years younger to make him more swayable to Ubechok's ways.
Upon seeing the clone, the familiar feeling of revulsion did in no way dawn on Ubechok. Over time, an unconditional love developed between the two, and together, the two formed the next generation of the muscle and bullet.
Name: Kuro Mitsukai (Dark Angel)
Age: ??? (25 years since last reincarnation)
Race: Demonic Angel
Height: 7ft 4
Weight: 240 lbs
Eyes: Left-Blue Right-Red
Hair: Long, Silver
Weapon: Hitokage Touzoku Sword (Soul Thief)
Normal Form- A huge man, but besides that, he just looks like a regular, well-built person. Strange scars on legs and arms. Looks as if someone or something were trying to grab him and pull him in two directions. Usually wearing black jeans and white t-shirt, but has been seen with strange robes that look old and worn.
Angelic Form-Two large, white, feathery wings sprout from his back, and a faint, golden halo is seen around his head. Hair becomes blonde. Both eyes become blue. Muscles bulge from both arms
Demonic Form-Two grotesque, monsterous wings emerge from his back, and bloody horns emerge from his head. Sinister tatoos of the coming of judgement day cover his body. Hair becomes black. Both eyes become red. Muscles bulge from arms and legs.
Angelic Demon form-???
Sword Appearence- Kuro's sword, which is rarely seen, is usually strapped on his back unsheathed. The handle has an angel wing on one side, and a demon wing on the other engraved in the black steel of the handle. The blade itself, is made of an ethereal matierial that cannot be broken my normal means. The blade looks like a normal broadsword when not wielded. There is a black, crystal looking stone in the handle of the blade. This, apparently is where souls taken by the sword are kept. When Kuro is wielding this sword though, it is said you can see the souls spiraling around the blade. The handle of the sword, is wrapped in simple, bandage looking fabric. (Drawing by me)
Skills: Kuro aquired his skills from the touch of Heaven and Hell, and gets the energy to use them through the souls that rest in his sword.
1) Heal- This skill heals anybody but himself. It can cure wounds, sicknesses, and diseases
2) Regeneration- This skill regenerates the flesh of Kuro. Also cures various poisons, diseases, and viruses within Kuro's body. Takes seven days for full effect.
3) Arashi- This skill creates a violent downpour of rains that can destroy, lightning that can incinerate, and winds that can carry skyscrapers away. It has been known, though that he had once been struck by a lightning bolt that he had brought on by one of these terrible storms.
4) Hellbender- Manipulates techtonic plates to creat huge gaps in the earth that lead staight to the fiery depths of hell. Whenever used though, it is said that demons violently grab at his legs and try to take him down with them when used.
5) Ressurection- If killed, Kuro reincarnates 666 days after death.
6) Yuuku- Unleashes souls of the damned to show opponents their darkest fears
7) Last Stand- If the flesh around Kuro's heart is penetrated, his sword auotmatically reacts, and throws itself at the opponent at great speeds.
8) Soul Stealer- Not usually used in combat, this skill rips the soul right out of its body, and sends it to Kuro's sword. If not using regeneration while this skill is activated, it could kill him.
Strengths: Since touched by both demons and angels, Kuro can easily take out both by using its opposites power.
Weaknesses: His only weakness is his heart. If attacked physically or emotionally, It could break the bond of good and evil in his body, rendering him useless against magic attacks.
Personality: Normal form- Just a regular person that has the emotions and attributes of a normal human being. Seems very peaceful in this state, and when he can, he loves to share stories of mythical creatures to the children of his town. Though he hardly ever does this, because none of the parents want their children around him. He loves to make people laugh. Doesn't usually get angered. In fact, he isn't bothered by the fact that parents keep there children away. He himself knows his past just as well as everyone else, and wants to protect the human race by holding back his dark emotions.
Angelic form- Very good hearted, and will stop at nothing to make someone happy. Also, heals people and helps them get back into normal living conditions. Does not usually fight in this form, unless conditions are very bad. In this state, he greatly fears the death of the innocent.
Demonic form- Ruthless and shows no mercy for anyone, even his friends. Will slaughter the innocent without thinking twice. This is the form that everyone fears he will turn to, although the only account of him in this form was at the beginning of time.
Demonic Angel form- Nobody has ever seen Kuro in this form, but legend has it that in this form, Kuro can destroy planets with one blow, but it also weakens him to the point where he can't stand or breathe. When in this form, Kuro stays as far away from human as he can, because depending on what side is infecting his heart more at the moment will determine his reaction.
Bio- Long ago, just before the great battle of Heaven and Hell, Kuro was created by angels to cleanse hell of all sins. They wanted him to be the hmost divine being aside God himself. They planned to send Kuro to hell to wash away the wrongdoings of all demonic souls. Once word got to the demonic lord, he was enraged. He wanted Kuro for himself, to wipe out any goodness in the world. He waited until Kuro was sent to the demons fortress, and was captured by the demon lord's best men. The demonic emporer gave him a choice. Forever live in the fiery depths of hell, or serve as His minion. To reassure he would choose to be Hell's minion, the emporer promised he would give him his sword. The sword was said to hold thousands of souls, good and evil, within its blade. Kuro accepted. The moment Kuro was given the sword, something happend that not even Satan himself would have expected. The moment the blade was grasped, it was purified by the hands of Kuro. But not all darkness can be washed away. When the great battle finally began, Kuro was being torn in two by both sides. Demons and angels grabbed and tore for him, because both sides new that he would be the fate of the universe. That was when he relized, this battle was not for the fate of the world, it was over him. As the wounds from the tearing of souls at his arms and legs began to drip with blood, his stomach began to churn. The heart inside him filled with darkness and hatred of the world. The feathers of his left wing began to fall. As they floated down to earth, they were replace by veins as black as night, as a new wing, similar to the one on his right emerged. By this time, the holy and hellish decendants watched in aw as he began to to rip at them, killing them one by one effortlessly. He burned the land and was merciless to both sides, and one day, all the violence and destruction just stopped. That was the end of the century-long battle. He was never seen again until centuries later. His story was so terrifying, the scripture was ripped out of the holy book, which he still searches for today.
Now, he is living a normal life with his normal human family, occasionally healing his young brothers if they are ill, or have gotten a paper cut from that last school project. Born into this family with his last reincarnation, it has been a long time since his demon form has revealed itself, but the darkness still flows in his blood. Because many know (or think they know) about Kuro's past, he was never allowed to attend school, or any public events. Generations have past down Kuro's story, and it is well known to the public. All though his elderly parents love him very much, they must keep him locked away. Regardless, when he is seen, he looks very peaceful and kind.
His two brothers, Umi and Kaze, love him very much. They know the goodness in his heart, and are with him whenever they can be. His family means everything to him, because they are the only family in any of his lifetimes that have actually treated him like a normal human being. Any human interaction he gets, young or old, makes him happy. Even a small 'hello' by a distant child will cheer him up.
Kuro tries his hardest not to think about his past, because he his afraid it will trigger the anger that can bring on his sinister form. Although he does want to find that sacred scripture, which tells of his past. He knows much, but there are some things that are a mystery... even to him...
Race: A Human/Kitsune (Spirit Fox) Hybrid. He can freely switch between forms.
Hair: Human - Black, messy hair. Kitsune: Yellow fur
Eyes: Red. (Completely red for Kitsune form)
Weight: Somewhere 'round 100 pounds.
Height: Rougly...5 feet.
Strengths: Kisiro is incredibly quick, and strong. In fact, he doesn't care for defenses that much. Believing only in Offesive maneuvers, his defense is relatively low.
Weakness: Kisiro's main weakness is his Defense, which is half of what you'd probably expect. He spends too much time on Speed and Offense that relatively weak attacks do more damage than expected. His speed is also known to be hard to handle, and he may run of a ledge.
Skills/Magic: Being part Kitsune and part Human, Kisiro can freely change between the two races with an immense focus on his Spiritual energy. He also can focus energy to create what Kitsune are most kown for: Blue Fire manipulation. He is great at mastering Blue Fire, and sees no need for other attacks. Lastly, he has an ability to eject his spirit from his body and posses others. This ability is only a last resort, and has been known to knock him unconcious when his Spirit returns. His body is also helpless during this move..
Appearance: In his human form, Kisiro has messy black hair and red eyes. He has a dark yellow shirt with black jeans. He also keeps a puch at his waist where he keeps items given to him. His Kitsune form is much simpler. A yellow fox with 9 tails, pure red eyes, and black and the tail's tips. Simple.
Personality: Kisiro is sarcastic, rude and slightly moronic. He never seems to say things that have anything to do with the current situation, such as 'Wonder what's for dinner?' during a fight. He believes no one can defeat him, and also believes everyone adores him. (Like Hercule from DBZ.)
Biography: Kisiro awoke one day with Amnesia, only knowing his name. He was soon taken in by a master of the elements, known by Kisiro as Old Geezer. Kisiro only was able to master Fire control, but the man noticed Kisiro's flame was blue. Knowing only Kitsune could master blue fire, the man told Kisiro the legend of the Kitsune, the last of which vanished a Millenium ago. However, legend says every century, a chosen child will be born into the world with Kitsune gifts. Kisiro knew what the man meant, and left without a word that night.
Kisiro traveled the globe, searching for whatever caused his Amnesia. He soon found a fox. He approached it slowly, but rather than running, the fox approached Kisiro. The fox began to glow as Kisiro noticed things shrinking. The fox stared at Kisiro and ran off. Wondering what was wrong, Kisiro chased after it. He stopped as he passed a lake, and saw his rflection: A Kitsune! Kisiro jumped, and thought of his human form. He began to glow, and returned to normal. He still searches for the cause of his Amnesia, unkown what it truly is...
His Amnesia cause is really quite simple, though he has yet to figure it out. The legend of the Kitsune Powered ones says that once a Century the Spirit of a Kitsune enters the mortal plane as a human. The human can be any age. However, something known as 'The Doom' wiped Kisiro's memory as soon as his human form reached earth. The Doom was the same entity that wiped out the Kitsune Millenia ago, and now wants to wipe out those who hold the powers.
Appearance: Raka sports a light blue vest, boots, bandana and gauntlets. On the vest is a white pattern of lines that represents wind currents. His bandana bears the symbol of fire, for the village he is from. His hair is short and white, and his skin is a light brown. He wears the white mask of a tracker ninja.
Personality: Rakalosh always hides his true feelings about something, so no one is certain what makes him angry, or who he cares about. If he trusts and cares deeply about someone, he'll drop subtle hints like giving a small birthday present, or watching out for them in different situations. His ability to hide feelings often worries people, because they never know if he is happy or angry with them. He often simply says "Stop that." or "I'm listening."
Weapons: Two double bladed claws that strap to his gauntlets for hand to hand combat. Sen bone, which are needles primarily aimed at pressure points to paralyse opponents. Two chains that rap around his arm that are used as whips, grapple cables, or restraints against opponents.
Armor: Gauntlets and shin guards for blocking.
Skills: He knows the Byakugan technique. He is very agile, proficient in close ranged combat, and very accurate with sen bone. He is good at paralysing opponents with sen bone and stopping chackra flow with byakugan, rendering any opponent helpless.
Air Drill: A blast of air that travels like a corkscrew to ddeflect long ranged attacks to the side.
Wind kick: He can use this horizontilly on the ground to hit multiple opponents, or vertically in the air as a charge attack.
Bubble: He creates a bubble of air that lets him glide for ten seconds. It offers slight protection.
Boost: Launching with hands or feet, he can achieve major jumps.
Strengths: His senbone and byakugan can help him restrain just about anyone. His proficiency in close ranged combat helps him defeat most opponents who are within arm's reach, and high speed and agility help him get over there.
Weaknesses: Low armor makes him vulnerable to long ranged attacks. Sen bone is only good if it connects with pressure points, so he doesn't have a great long ranged attack. His byakugan is useless in dark or foggy places.
Background Rakalosh is a Chunin traker ninja from the land of Fire. The Hyuuga clan that he is from is seperated into two sides, and he prefers to keep which side he is from a secret. He has trained himself with byakugan and sen bone to apprehend almost any enemy while not making a huge scene. when things get dicey, he kills his opponent with hand to hand combat techniques, finishing the person off with a simple slitting of the throat.
There are five hidden ninja villages that protect most areas of the world, and hide very important secrets. Every ninja holds secrets that could mean a village's downfall if the person turns traitor and escapes. This is where tracker ninja like Raka come in. He tracks down enemies, and ambushes them with sen bone. If something goes wrong, he will move in and use his byakugan to stop the flow of chakra or magic, that makes elite ninja extremely powerful.
He doesn't like to draw crowds that may contain innocent bystanders or allies of his target, however he can use close ranged fighting techniques to draw his enemy in and control his actions. If the mission calls for a live capture, he is prepared, but he will not hesitate if the mission calls for killing. Whatever is in the best interest of his village, he will do.
Raka comes from a somewhat protective family, where his parents didn't trust strangers. They always told him not to show too much emotion, or speak too freely about his information. This security against strangers, and his parents need to keep their secrets inside the family is why he became a tracker.
As for his parent's secrets, it is believed they may be hiding a dark past that they want to forget. The only thing he is certain of is that they love him, and have not committed any criminal actions since he was born.
Name: Calavera W. Overlook Age: 35 Race: Human Sex: Male Hair: Long, black, with grey "stripes" Eyes: Black; small Weight: 73 Height: 7-feet,82-inches Weapon: Two-handed Katana
Strengths: his abilities to guess what other people think, like a "sixth sense"; he likes to use that in order to discover secret enemies or the true identity of some people... He also uses his skills; (see below) to be known and praised by other people; another of his positive points is that he likes to protect every living being... he would do almost anything to save a simple, unprotected lizard; may sound ridiculous, but he thinks that every one deserves to live, and don't tolerate people who dislike and bad-treat animals or other person.
Weakness: Although he has very strength, and wisdom; he does not posses agility and capability to perform certain tasks and to avoid most hostile attacks... His reduced capability to do some things, have lead him to another negative point, self-confidence; when he doesn't manage to do a task or journey, his confidence drastically lowers which may cause serious problems when facing other dangerous situations, when working hard to help or do something/someone; and that can lead to the worst of its negative points: failure...
Skills/magic: "Blunder Strike": Slashes and enemy with a powerful strike, paralyzing an enemy until you hit him twice, after that the paralyzing effect end.
......................" Wishing Hor": Character's speed and constitution double until get hit by an enemy.
......................" Ghoreding’s Will": The character went berserk and its strength doubles until get two hits by an enemy.
Appearance: He as black and small eyes, that combine with his light skin... The hair is totally black, but when he reached puberty, the hair was painted with grey stripes, and he still paints them every time they start to vanish. He also has facial hair, goatee style, also black, with grey stripes. He can be proud of having a strong body, with large shoulders and muscles; a properly body to a warrior...
He uses a two horned, red and brown, helm; that combines with the brown boots and red gloves; his golden bracelets with sapphires incrusted in them give him a "travelled" warrior look; he also wear a Steel plate and steel leggings; along with a "iced-blue" belt and a white and yellow cloak; his last clothing his on the shoulders; One-spiked, red and golden, "shoulder plates"... A regular warrior in the general...
Personality: Well, a little bit egocentric, but at the same time, a good heart person that thinks in everyone; a little strange yes, but that's what makes him unique in the world, he doesn't care even a little about other peoples thoughts about him, he just likes the way he is, and thinks that all people would do better if they also had confidence in themselves, and the way they are... Sometimes, he just cares about attracting attentions to himself, showing off, but other times, he tries to protect and save everyone he can... He also goes straight into the subject, or "you" want to negotiate or not, or "you" want to fight or not; and so on...
Biography: When he was a little boy, he was kidnapped and taken to a secret place, a place where all kinds of warriors were trained, the little boy stayed there until it's 13 years old, when he started training with others of the same age, He soon got used to that kind of training, it wasn't really difficult, but to a 13 year-old boy, it was enough. But someday; that secret place, you could call it a school for warriors; a secret school... it was attacked by the guards of Sunridge, under the king's orders, to rescue and bring back the children; as the students at the secret school didn't know anything about that; they defended the place with their own lives... this young lad Calavera didn't fought though... he was too scared and fearing his own incapacity to help on the protection of that place...
So, when everything was over, he got out of his hideout, and saw that the students had managed to defend the school, only a few of them had survived though... And when he tried to go talk with them, some knights appeared from the forest and killed the remaining students. Calavera watched everything from the small alcove in one of the walls; and from that day on, he decided to make those knights and the one who sent them, to pay... for his colleges, friends, teachers, and his only home, the school; destruction...
These days he grown up to an adult, and is now a fine warrior-commander that is still searching for the trail of those mysterious knights, and the secret entity that sent them...
He travelled forth trough mountains, woods, drylands, Lakes... He visited many cities and villages; until one day...
He found an ancient man as he travelled to Barekeeper Mountains; the ancient predicted Calavera's future.
"...... Oh, god... So much disaster to only one bearing it..." Calavera asked what was the meaning of that.
"Oh, oh, oh... you don't wanna know that!” the ancient answered... and departed to the mountains.
A few days later, when Calavera was camping during the night... A group of hunters came by, and stopped to say hello.
They decided to camp with Calavera until the next morning, when they all started their long journey...
They were three men and a woman, one was Bornus, other was Wringly, and the last man was Turgad; as for the woman, Kityara was her name. They kept company to Calavera during two weeks, after they crossed Moon woods, their ways divided, from Vyuldrum city, the hunters went to Boar planes, Calavera embarked on a ship that was departing to Lightshire... A few days later, Calavera reached is destination, in Lightshire; he paid to a mercenary for his help and company... Now, this happened when he was 27 years, the mercenary he had paid to, did actually go with him during 2 more years, when an ambush from Thieves got them unprotected; and the mercenary didn't manage to escape...
Once again, alone, Calavera decided to went directly to Sunridge city, from where those guards came from when he was 13 years old. Probably, the mysterious knights should have come from here too...
He reached the city, at the beginning of Spring, and the enormous city gates with Iron symbols were shinning at the Sun light... As he entered the city, the guards spotted him, and arrested him...
They took him to the throne's room, where the king was waiting!
"King- I thought I had killed you all! My guards went to that stupid school of yours to save you all; and you kill them?!"
"Calavera- What you mean, save us? You attacked the school!! You killed our instructors! What were you waiting for?"
"King- Your teachers were nothing more than rats!! They kidnapped you all when children you were, and took you to that cursed school!!"
"King- Now let me tell you: ... you're gonna die! Or, do you prefer to be held captive in a prison? Until your life end? Ah, ah, ah...!"
As Calavera answered, the king sent him to the prison:
"King- You'll die there...!! Do you hear me!? You'll DIE!!"
During many years, Calavera stayed in that prison, but then, suddenly; the castle was attacked... Calavera could hear the explosions in the streets, the buildings being burned... the screams of the people that were being attacked... He waited to see what would happen; the door of his cell was opened, he didn't recognize those people at first, but then...
"Calavera- Oh, god!! How did you found me?"
"Bornus- We explain later, now c'mon!"
They all started running through the burning tunnels of the castle; the floor was covered with corpses... They stopped in front of a hole on the ground; Kityara looked at Calavera and said:
"Kityara- jump down on this hole! And then follow the river north; we'll meet with you in a small fountain near the river. Go now!!!"
Calavera jumped down to the hole and expected everything but a slide down! He started sliding and got out through a hole in the castle's wall, he flied over the water channel in front of the castle, and got himself stuck on top of tree... He sited on the middle of the leafs and from there watched the destruction of the city... He jumped down of the tree, and followed the water channel of the castle to the east; until it joined the river, he followed it to the North, and a few hours later, a small fountain was shinning on the left side of the river... He went there.
Some time later, the people who helped him, appeared and joined him.
"Bornus- Are you ok?"
"Calavera- Yeah, thanks to you, how did you found me?"
"Bornus- We didn't. We just heard rumours that you were being held captive in Sunridge's castle; as we are working to the King of Elves that suspects that Sunridge king is a corrupt man, he sent us and his army to destroy the city."
"Calavera- And what do I have to do with your king's problems?"
"Turgad- Nothing, of course! But when we told the Elves king that you were our friend, he managed to arrange an attack to Sunridge without having the Velbym Counsel on our backs, ready to take us down."
"Wringly- Now that you are safe; our King told us to take you to his presence, will you come with us?"
"Calavera- Sure! I'll go..."
And during days, they travelled to Seladram, city of Elves...
When they reached the king's chamber, he looked at Calavera and went to talk with him with privacy... No one knows what they talked about; but when Calavera go out of the room with the king; he was decided to stay in Seladram, working for the king...
And he's still there, now, he lives near Wringly; Kityara and the other two live in a village separated by Seladram, by only a small forest; and goes to speak with the king to receive a new task, everyday...
But despite the new life, he still awaits a chance to search for the mysterious knights... In case they hadn't been killed already in Sunridge's attack...
Class: Warrior Class type: Weapon master Weapon appearance: A two-handed katana, with the blade of steel, the "protecting part" of gold, and the "grabbing part" of resistant wood. Destiny: Become the Ruler of Light in his world orLord of Darkness in the Underland, the final choice will be made by him and only him...
Strengths: She’s very lithe. Allowing her to move and dodge fast and her spells are strong without taking a very long time to cast. Paired with her sister, Myouneko, their spells are deadly. With affinity to light and holy magic those types of spells don’t affect her and weapons based with those attributes can be slightly manipulated by her to make it harder to harm her with them (though a strong enough attack will hit her regardless). She has the ability to harness and even absorb existing free light/holy energy in her vicinity to bolster her own power and can enchant object to strengthen them or to manipulate objects to throw at her opponents or shield herself with. Her magic’s affinity is mostly toward boosting ability and healing, but by no means are her attack spells weak. Blinding attacks by light have no effect on her and an abundance of light increases her power. Both she and her sister have weak telepathic ability. Not enough to harm someone else, but enough to link with each other’s minds and sometimes pick up a thought or two from a foe and can help defend each other’s mind from mental attack. Though weak to water based attacks, she actually enjoys swimming and doesn’t mind getting wet.
Weaknesses: With her small frame and lack of armor, she’s at a disadvantage when in close combat. She only knows basic hand-to-hand combat; just enough to block a few punches or kicks if she can’t get away or dodge, but too much after that can overwhelm her quickly. While her magical endurance is very high, she can be physically worn out quickly against faster opponents and against strong opponents her low body weight makes her easily thrown distances. Her two worst weaknesses are water and dark/demonic magic and attributed attacks, causing her a lot of pain and temporarily weakening her light powers. Her telepathic ability does have one downside; too much pain to either one will end up being felt by the other and can wind up debilitating both of them since they’re too closely bonded to completely block one another out.
Skills/Magic: She has a good number of spells for use on her own and even has a few “Twin Attacks” she uses in tandem with her sister, Myouneko and are described later. Her light attacks are intense enough to cause burns to flesh.
Light ball - As the name implies, she forms a ball of light in her hand about the size of a baseball usually and throws it at the opponent. It doesn’t require much energy and the ball itself is strong enough to crack rock and explodes on contact. Travels fairly slow and doesn’t have much range since she isn’t physically very strong. In a pinch, she can just slam the ball into the opponent to blast them away.
Light Cannon - Basically, it’s her Light ball attack on steroids. She forms the Light ball attack, but instead fires it at speeds and ranges comparable to a strong bow shot. Strong enough to blow holes in rock and dent/crack metals. Uses more energy then Light ball due to how it works. Like Light ball, it explodes on contact.
Armor of light - Forms an armor of light energy around herself or others. The armor absorbs light and holy based attacks and magic as a fuel, but is easily breached by dark and demonic based attacks and magic. It can easily stop small things like arrows and throwing knives, but shatters if struck repeatedly by swords and spears. Disappears after a minute and 30 seconds with a 2 minute lag until its next cast. It can be formed partially to protect maybe just their arms or can cover them completely. Places covered by this armor are covered in a pure white coloration.
Light boost - Increases the recipient’s physical speed and their reaction time for 3 minutes. While in effect, the person’s body shimmers iridescently. When used on herself, she also speeds up her casting time, but when it ends she’s slightly slower for a moment.
Revitalize - Bathes a wound in light energy and heals it without a scar. Small wound heal fast, large ones can take a few minutes and a fatal wound can be healed, but is very draining. Strong enough to regrow limbs.
Holy Edge - Casts an aura of destructive light around an object. Can even be cast on her own or her sister’s claws.
Energy gift - Allows her to transfer some of her magical energy to another person.
Light freeze - Using her light energy, she attempts to freeze an opponent in place by stopping their muscles from responding. Only affects voluntary muscles (Meaning heart beat and breathing doesn’t get affected). The more physically and/or magically strong the target is the faster they’ll break free.
Damage Guardian - A sacrificial technique she developed in secret during the one time her sister couldn’t protest, while she was sleep. This move allows Awaineko to prevent any and all injury to her sister by having it inflicted upon herself instead. Everything from a slash to a burn or even a punch or impalement is inflicted on her body instead of Myouneko’s. To a viewer, a sword slash would go across Myouneko’s chest and both do and show nothing while Awaineko’s chest would suddenly slash open and bleed as if she was hit instead. The move itself isn’t very demanding, but the constant healing of herself could drain her fast. Myouneko can stop this move at any time after she realizes it’s on.
Appearance: Picture of both found here. Awaineko’s on the left. She wears a one-piece, white dress without sleeves and an upper back that’s mostly held up by a wide strap on her shoulders. It goes down to just above her knees and has black trim along the edges of the strap and bottom of the dress. At the top, three back bows hold the top-front of the dress closed and she has an Amethyst around her right wrist on a golden chain. A plain black collar sits around the base of her neck. It’s made of hard leather that can stop small things like throwing knives, but not much more. Near the base of her spine, a three inch slit is cut in her dress to allow her pure white tail to come out without lifting up her dress and showing off her lack of panties. On her feet, she wears white leather shoes, worn a bit from a lot of walking but still good for much more. Cute is likely the best word for describing her face and appearance and her collar definitely helps this along with the way her semi-short, pure white hair frames her face and her beautiful cat-like eyes with her cute three inch snow white cat ears adding to this. She’s thin and shapely without being overly thin or busty and her long, graceful arms and legs give a hint of her great flexibility. Her hands and fingers are no different, also being long and graceful and perfectly suited for spell casting or thievery and her long fingernails are painted white to hide her sharp, inch long claws. Her skin is light and blemish-free without being pale and her tail is long enough to reach her ears. She can always be found within 30 feet of her sister, Myouneko.
Personality: She’s a bright and cheerful girl that enjoys having fun with her sister Myouneko all the time and is never willing to be more then 10 meters from her. She tends to see things from a brighter point, in contrast to her sister’s slightly darker nature and can pick out the truth effortlessly thanks in part to her telepathy and her personality. One of both her and her sister’s favorite things is using their telepathic link to finish each others sentences and tend to speak in turn because of the fact they always know each others next thought. Also in thanks to their telepathy, the two are almost always conversing mentally which is how they never get in each others way during a fight. Awaineko tends to help as support and enjoys the role, being a natural healer and is a nice surprise for those that think she can’t fight directly. She also has no qualms about her body being exposed or being seen without clothing thanks to her upbringing. The tail slit is more for when around other races that aren’t as “carefree” as her hometown. She also enjoys being high in a tree, swimming, and having some private fun with her sister. When in battle, she’s quiet, serious, and observing, specializing in support magic tends to make one a great analyst and Awaineko is no exception to this. Even when fighting, she studies the opponent’s moves and attacks for weaknesses and patterns and shares the information with her sister over their mental link to help end battles without too much blood shed or any killing. Meanwhile, she’s alert to help her sister all the time. She usually can be seen smiling with a happy look on her face that gives her a false naïve look. The two sisters are also lesbianistic both toward each other and toward other woman. It's one of the many things that link them as twins.
Race: Neko (half-breed [Human + Neko-demon])
Hair: Pitch black. Ends at mid-back
Height: 5’ 4” (5’ 7” with her ears)
Weight: 100 lbs.
Weapon: Claws and Magic
Armor: (See skills/magic)
Strengths: Like her sister, she’s very lithe and her spells are quick. When her spells combine with Awaineko’s their destructive abilities jump. Dark and demonic magic have no effect on her and she can manipulate things of that attribute to lessen the chance they’ll hit her (though a strong enough attack will hit her regardless). The free dark and demonic energy around her can be used to strengthen herself and objects around her can be enchanted with her power to be strengthened or manipulated to her aid. Her magic, unlike her sister Awaineko’s, is focused toward attacking and negative effects rather then healing, but she does have good healing ability. Blinding spells by darkness don’t affect her and an abundance of darkness increases her ability. Both she and her sister have weak telepathic ability. Not enough to harm someone else, but enough to link with each other’s minds and sometimes pick up a thought or two from a foe and can help defend each other’s mind from mental attack. Though weak to water based attacks, she actually enjoys swimming and doesn’t mind getting wet.
Weaknesses: She’s small and light, leaving her a close range weakness and she knows only about as much hand-to-hand skills as her sister. Meaning she can be quickly overwhelmed physically. Though she can be physically worn out fast, her magically endurance is quite high, allowing her to cast long after most would be tired and strong foe can easily toss her due to her low body weight. Water and light/holy magic and attributed attacks are her major weaknesses, they hurt her a lot and weaken her dark powers. Her telepathic ability does have one downside; too much pain to either one will end up being felt by the other and can wind up debilitating both of them since they’re too closely bonded to completely block one another out.
Skills/Magic: She has a good number of spells for use on her own and even has a few “Twin Attacks” she uses in tandem with her sister, Awaineko and are described later. Her dark attacks are powerful enough to cause numbness.
Dark Cannon - Much like her sister’s move, she forms a ball of darkness in her hand about the size of a baseball and fires it at speeds and ranges comparable to a strong bow shot. Strong enough to blow holes in rock and dent/crack metals. Like her sister’s, it explodes on contact.
Dark Sword - Forms a sword made of darkness to fly at the opponent. The sword itself is able to cut just like a normal sword and when it hits a surface, the sword unleashes a weak, dark shockwave to knock the opponent away from the impact site.
Black Aird - Five black crystals form around Myouneko and fire beams of pure dark energy at a foe. Each one has the energy to fire continuously for 2 minutes and are under Myouneko‘s command. The beams are strong enough to stagger a grown man and can shoot holes in leather.
Black Beast - Hits an opponent with human-sized black wave of energy in the shape of lion’s head that comes from her palms. Used to throw a foe away from her. Hits hard enough to bruise and can throw a 160 lb. man 5 meters away. Uses a chunk of energy and is only used within 4 feet of herself.
Armor of Darkness - Basically, it’s the dark version of her sister’s Armor of Light with the same weakness and time constraints. It can be formed partially to protect maybe just their arms or can cover them completely. Places covered by this armor are covered in a pitch black coloration.
Dark Break - Decreases a foe’s physically speed and reaction time. Can last up to 3 minutes if the opponent is weak to magic or can’t resist magic well. Mages can throw off this enchantment almost instantly and magic-users can resist it enough to only be slowed for a minute or two. While in effect, the person looks to be covered in shining black stars. When used on herself it greatly slows her bleeding if it doesn’t stop it altogether, allowing her to keep from bleeding to death until healed but she’s forced to be slowed for the full 3 minutes.
Shadow Healing - Covers wounds in darkness to stop bleeding and heal it with no scar. Unlike Awaineko’s Revitalize, she can’t heal wounds much worse than a slightly bad sword slice, though she can heal it in less then a minute.
Shadow Edge - Casts an aura of punishing darkness around an object. Can even be cast on her own or her sister’s claws.
Energy Transfer - She attempts to steal energy from a target to give to another. Those weak to magic would be hard pressed to prevent some energy from be taken while a mage could feedback this attack to injure Myouneko.
Appearance: Picture of both found here. Myouneko’s on the right. She wears a one piece, shoulder-less and strapless black dress hold up mostly by the short sleeves of the dress. It goes down to stop just about at her knees and sports white, fuzzy trim at the top and bottom of her dress. At the top, two amber colored bows hold the top-back closed with a similar bow at the ends of both sleeves and in her hair next to her left ear, she has a white furry hair pin. A plain white collar sits around the base of her neck. It’s made of hard leather that can stop small things like throwing knives, but not much more. Near the base of her spine, a three inch slit is cut in her dress to allow her pitch black tail to come out without lifting up her dress and showing off her lack of panties. On her feet, she wears black leather shoes, worn a bit from a lot of walking but still good for much more. Cute is likely the best word for describing her face and appearance and her collar definitely helps this along with the way her long, black hair gives her a youthful look, nicely frame her face and beautiful cat-like eyes along with her cute, three inch cat ears. Much like her sister, her body is curvy without being overly thin or busty with long, graceful arms and legs that hint at her great flexibility. Her hands and fingers reflect this as well, being long and graceful, made perfectly for thievery or spell casting with long, black nails to conceal her sharp, inch long claws. Her skin is light and blemish-free without being pale and her tail is long enough to reach her ears. She can always be found within 30 feet of her sister, Awaineko.
Personality: She’s the dark, but happy sister of Awaineko and would rather be stabbed then be more than 10 meters from her. She sees things in a darker, slightly more evil way then her cheery sister and is able to easily detect lies thanks in part to her telepathy and personality. One of both her and her sister’s favorite things is using their telepathic link to finish each others sentences and tend to speak in turn because of the fact they always know each others next thought. Also in thanks to their telepathy, the two are almost always conversing mentally which is how they never get in each others way during a fight. Myouneko is great at changing and applying new things into her strategies when her sister gives her new information and can react a bit faster then her analyst sister can. As the better attacker, she enjoys protecting her sister and making the opponent react instead of acting and proves an interesting surprise of those that believe she needs her sister for support spells. Also, much like her sister she isn’t body shy in any way, shape or form because of their upbringing and Myouneko was actually the one that suggested the tail slits for their dresses. In battle, she pushes her foe to deal with her instead of her sister and tends to provide a great distraction for her sister to gather information and support mostly unnoticed by the foe. She can usually be found with a dark, slightly devious smile that can make her look mischievous at times. Her favorite pastime is being high in a tree, swimming, and having some private fun with her sister. The two sisters are also lesbianistic both toward each other and toward other woman. It's one of the many things that link them as twins.
Skills/Magic 2: Described here are the “Twin Attacks” that Awaineko and Myouneko use in tandem with each other. These can’t be use if one of them is unconscious or drained.
Twilight Cannon - The sisters extend their hands toward the foe and launch a highly destructive ball of light and dark energy about twice the size of a bowling ball at the opponent. The ball explodes on contact with a surface and travels at speeds comparable to a powerful bow shot and ranges comparable to a sniper rifle. Takes a chunk of energy from both, but the strength makes it worth it. Strong enough to punch holes in metal.
Energy Loop - The sisters create a unified energy “pool” between them by having Awaineko give energy to her sister while Myouneko passes the energy of the enemy into Awaineko, creating a loop that the twins then exclude the foe from before energy can be given to him as well. Allows them to revitalize one another and is the only Twin attack that can be used if one of them is drained, but can’t if both are drained.
Beast Blast - Myouneko performs a Black Beast attack immediately followed up by Awaineko’s Light Ball or Light Cannon to hurl the foe even farther while doing great damage, unlike the original Black Beast.
Death Play - Possibly the sister’s most fatal attack. Awaineko freezes the foe in place and attempts to hold them long enough for Myouneko to pierce their chest with a spiraling black energy sword. Foes weak to magic are all but screwed against this while those that are physically and/or magically strong can quickly break free in time to dodge the sword strike. Takes a good deal of energy, but can kill or fatally wound a foe in one shot.
Flare of Conspiracy - A destructive assault inspired by a similar attack used by an ancient beast of great power the Twins read about. The two move to both sides of an opponent and fire light and dark energy into two unstable spheres around the foe. After building the strength to the desired level, they touch the spheres to cause a violent light/dark energy reaction that leads to a powerful explosion. They can usually be heard whispering in conspiring undertones before launching it.
Armor of Twilight - The sister’s fuse their armors to form a stronger version that lasts much longer and is stronger then the original armors. It absorbs both light and dark energy attacks and repeated sword/spear strikes take much longer to shatter it. Last for three minutes, but takes three minutes “recharge”. Like its weaker forms, it can be formed partially to protect maybe just their arms or can cover them completely. Places covered by this armor are covered in a spiral of white and black coloration.
Joint History: Awaineko and Myouneko are, despite appearances, twin sisters born to the Neko-demon Seleyneko and her human husband Eldritch Kuroi. They lived in Zarathustra, a prosperous forest town made up of mostly Neko-demons and Neko half-breeds with a few humans and was a very “unrestricted” when it came to clothing. It was the vast forest the town was located it that was the main cause of this; its pulse of life resonated with Nekos and created a kind of weak aphrodisiac that didn’t take long to make a clothing optional agreement among the populace. It seems I’ve gone off topic. Anyway, Awaineko and Myouneko was a unique pair. They differed from other twins in that they weren’t each others mirror, but rather they were each others inverted image. As kids they were never separated, doing everything possible together from sleeping to eating and of course, playing. The two hated being separate for any reason, especially when there was no reason it could be done together.
The two were in rolled in school at age 6. It was here during a period of boredom they happened to discover their telepathy and answer the reason why knew exactly where the other was during the few times they’d been forced to separate by teachers or their parents. At first it was difficult to use, but thanks to their closeness they learned quickly and made it easier for them to use and developed an unbreakable link with each other. Armed with this, school went by quick and easily for them. They were academically great students and their link allowed both to think on questions that would stump just one of them. They breezed through the curriculum: Math, Science, Sex education, and English.
At 12 they finished school two years earlier then most would have and chose to spend their time exploring the forest, learning magic from their sorceress mother, and having some “fun” usually with each other and occasionally with twin boys they’d met during school. Their magical specialties showed early and so their training branched off soon after the basics; Myouneko went toward attacking and negative inflictions and Awaineko went toward healing and support effects. Again, their link helped out for at first they had extreme trouble trying to learn each others specialty, but their direct mental link gave insight that greatly helped. They spent the next 7 years learning everything they could from their mother and developing their Twin Attacks until finally, they were told they would need to experience the world outside of town to learn the workings of her strongest magic. For a little while they stayed at home, learning a few more personal techniques for each other before they made the decision to leave and broaden their horizons. So at the age of 19, they made their goodbyes and left their peaceful town to see and experience the world. Just as well, for their curiosity was nearing point of making them want to leave soon anyway. Never separate, they travel together even as I speak the story of their past and it is here I give their tale back to them.
“Have I done a good job, my dears?” said an old man sitting in a large chair near a fire.
“Yes you have,” “Old man. Thank you,” the twins said, finishing the others sentence. The two smiled and stretched before walking up to him and kissing his cheek. “You did a great job,” “Considering the information we gave you. How,” “Much do we owe you,” “For this?”
The old man waved the statement away. “Bah! You owe nothing. It was enjoyable for me and your company and kiss was more then enough. Not many come to listen to my stories, much less give me a new one. Now, off to bed with you. It’s getting late and your journey continues in the morning. I’ll see you then.
“I see. Good night, old man.” Awaineko hugged him and started to the stairs. Myouneko soon mirrored her sister’s action.
“See you in the morning at breakfast.” Myouneko disappeared up the stairs after her twin.
The old man smiled as he got to his feet. “Good night. May your beautiful story continue for quite some time,” he murmured to himself before going through a nearby doorway to his own room.
Hair: Short, dirty blond hair. He also has a small, shaven beard surrounding his mouth. Eyes: Light blue.
Weight: 114 kilograms. Height: 6 foot 5.
Occupation: Flame of the RedClad Forces.
Mount: A black stallion called Thammund; he is well bred and fast. Weapon: Steel Broadsword, Traditional steel Round-Axe of the RedClad Forces, and a titanium headed Battle-Hammer. He only ever carries one at once on his weapon belt, and the others on his horse, Thammund. Armour: Traditional Battle-Armour of the RedClad Forces; a grey tunic, over which steel chain mail is worn under a red leather jacket. Red leather, chain-mail-backed gloves and red leather boots with steel-reinforced soles. He also wears red leather pants.
Strengths: Axle’s strength lies in his abilities to take command, his weapon skills, his sheer size and strength, and his sharp mind. Weaknesses: Axle is slightly phobic of forests.. When in one-on-one combat, he can hold his ground, especially when mounted on Thammund, but he is helpless without a weapon. He is short to anger, and can get frustrated about even the smallest things.
Skills/Magic: Axle is a very good axeman if anything, but he has no magic abilities.
Appearance: Axle is a tall man, looking like a battle-hardened veteran, which he is, and does not appear to the kind of person you would take an instant liking to. His blond hair is unbrushed, and his beard rarely shaven. His form is very muscular, hence his weight. A thin scare runs across his right brest. . Axle is a foreboding-looking man, but his appearance is striking, wether relaxed, or at war. Personality: Axle is an open man, but quick to anger. He is one never to be seen wearing a helmet, as he likes to see the world through his bare eyes, and to look his enemy straight in the eyes. His mind is riddled with questions, and to how his mind actually works; he is the only one who knows.
Biography: A man trudges through three feet of snow, dragging himself along. He hears a noise, the sound of a whisper on the wind. The Mortegar. he thought. He now walked more carefully, watching the trees around him, listening to the whispers. Then he heard the speech of a wraith, much closer now.
“Flesh to feeeeed on. Flesh to feeeeed on. Weeeee must feeeeed.”
“Show yourself, you abominations!” the man drew his sword.
“So, you want to fight, eh? Soon weeeee will feeeeed, my prettieeeees. So close now, so close…”
“Show yourself!” the man was becoming distressed. He was afraid of them, but it was he who had hunted them all his life! I’m a coward! But I must fight them. he sincerely hoped they would be bulks, the more substantial of the wraiths. Then he saw it: smoke drifted down from the sky and in front of him. It formed a creature, seven feet tall; thin, with long, whip-like limbs, two claws on each hand, to claws on each foot. A human skull masked its head, with black liquid seeping from the eyes, dripping on the ground.
It opened its mouth wide, wider than a human could, “Ahhh…” a black smoke drifted out onto the man’s face, choking him. He ran, not knowing how to fight this new kind of wraith which he had never seen before. He sprinted, as fast as he could, through the snow. And as the black liquid from the wraith’s eyes hit the snow, it stained. And the staining spread, up to the man’s feet, until it was a good hundred paces in front of him. He could not escape the blackness. The black snow melted into a black liquid, surrounding his feet, and in front of him, formed out of the liquid the black form of three bulks. “Get him, my prettieeeees, get him!” The wraith outstretched an arm, pointing at the man, and then drifted away as smoke. The bulks’ faces were broad, with a huge, razor-sharp-tooth-lined mouth, and no eyes. They bore huge clubs, and swung them at the man. The man turned and fled, running through the black liquid, dodging trees. He then heard the sound of a babies wail, and ran towards it. He turned behind a tree, and saw a little babe, wrapped in grey cloth, and he picked it up. It was a little pale-skinned boy, and in its hands it held a small marble. The Sceptre! he shouted in his mind, grabbing the marble with his one free hand, and he threw it at the bulks. When it landed before them, it shined brightly, melting the bulks with light magic. He huddled the baby up to his chest, and ran, out of the forest.
Six years later
Axle walked through his father’s home, looking for his father. “Dadda! Where are you Dadda?”
“I’m here, son.” His father walked out of his bedroom, sweeping the child up in his arms, hugging him. Axle’s dirty blond hair was a mess, as usual. The boy’s little blue eyes stared into his father’s large brown ones. “What did you want me for?”
“Someone’s at the door Dadda, and I can’t reach the knob!”
“I’ll get it.” He walked up to the door, putting the Axle down. He opened the door, wondering why someone was knocking at the door at dawn. What he saw terrified him.
“Weeeee will feeeeed. And weeeee will feeeeed on you!”
“Who is it Dadda?”
“Axle! Run, upstairs, and lock yourself in the cupboard!”
“Just go!” Axle’s father, Rarron, ran through the house, into his room, and grabbed his sword, and faced turned to face the horror at the doorway. He slashed his sword at the wraith, but it just passed through its arm. The wraith reached out to him, grabbing him by the shoulder, and throwing him across the room. “What do you want with us?!” Rarron said, standing up
“You stole him from us, you stole him! And now weeeee will feeeeed on you! This is the end of you and your boy.”
“It is not!” Rarron leapt forward, slashing at the wraith. The wraith stood, all blows passing through it. Except one. Rarron’s blade struck the wraith’s skull, and left a small scratch, but at least he had hit the damned thing.
“Come, my prettieeeees, come!” the wraith’s form disappeared, leaving the head, floating in the air. It cracked open, exposing a floating orb of blackness. It got larger and larger, and then split up into eight. Each black orb grew a skull around it, and then grew a wraith body. Great, now there are eight of them! Rarron thought, stepping back. The front wraith, the original, grew skin over its body, and then looked like a human. It was a man, with long, black hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a black cloak with black feathers around the collar, and a black leather fedora. The other wraiths assumed the same form, but no other than the original wore a hat. Their fingers had claws of a beast unknown, and teeth of a wolf. “Kill him.” Commanded the leader-wraith. Rarron then realised that when the wraiths were in human form that they had the voice of man, not a wraith. The wraiths jumped forward, lunging at Rarron. They slashed and hacked with their claws, doing anything they could to kill the man that had robbed them of the child. He slashed out with his sword, trying to hit them. Now that they were men they were easier to hit, but only one in every three hits actually hit them, and they kept dodging. Amidst the confusion, Axle climbed down the stairs and saw the look in the leading and hatted man’s eyes, a look of foreboding and ill will. He would never completely forget that look, or the face. Axle ran back up the stairs and locked himself in the closet, looking through the crack between the doors, hoping that he wouldn’t have to see those horrible creatures again. Never again.
Rarron kicked one of the wraiths off of him, sending it out of the door and onto the snow outside. He kept on hacking at the wraiths, but he barely hit them. He soon noticed that the wraiths were easier to hit on their limbs than anywhere else on the body. Their arms and legs could not be cut off, but when he cut them, their energy drained out of the cut, only to soon be regained after the cut had been healed, which took about three to four minutes. He finally killed one when he stabbed it straight through the chest, puncturing what its heart would be if it was human. Rarron felt better that he only had to face seven of the things, but he still hated it.
Axle sat in the musty old closet, and then remembered the small marble that his father said would keep Axle safe from any danger if it came. So he leapt up and ran out of the closet, down the stairs, and into his father’s room, all without being seen by his father or the creatures. He crawled under the bed, and grabbed the small box under the couch. He sat on the floor, and opened the box. Inside the box there was a small, clear marble, which he picked up in his small fingers. He ran out of the room, facing the creatures attacking his father. Then, the hatted creature spoke.
“The Sceptre, my pretties, the Sceptre!”
“Axle! Get back upstairs!” Axle drew his arm back, and threw the small orb of glass. It flew forward, hitting one of the wraiths in the eye, and it passed through and into the head, as if the head was its normal skull form. The wraith exploded with light, sending the other six back, writhing and twisting in pain. They all exploded in a splatter of black liquid and smoke, except the leader-wraith, who ran through the snow, forming back into a wraith. It dived up into the air, and disappeared through the snow. Rarron looked at his six-year-old son with a look of befuddlement.
Ten years later
Axle walked along the city path, looking at the people he passed with an eye of a hawk. His Round-Axe hung loosely off of his belt, the insignia of the RedClad Forces. It had been three years since the RedClad Flame, Razgran, had apprenticed him. When he had been, he got a horse – a black stallion –, which he named Thammund, a RedClad Round-Axe, and a Battle-Hammer. His Hammer was in his saddlebags back at the stables with Thammund and his food. He had moved out of his father’s home the day after his entering of manhood. He had found a new home in Razgran’s castle in the city of Gorgranek and had made many friends. Axle’s closest friend, Jaime, had introduced Axle to his sister, Letesia. And Letesia and Axle had soon fallen in love. They had made love four or five times since meeting, and had done so the previous night. Letesia had dark red hair, green eyes, and was three years younger than Axle. Rarron was now thirty-four and was still fit, and served the RedClad Forces. Rarron was commander of the west wing, and although Axle was Razgran’s apprentice, Rarron was ranked far higher than him, and was in-fact Razgran’s right-hand-man and caretaker of Axle, always making sure that Razgran’s heir was not harmed. Razgran was the only Warlord and King in all of Vorna that went into battle with his soldiers.
“Axle!” the shout of Jaime echoed through the streets, followed by the galloping of a horse. Jaime rode up, baring his Round-Axe. “We are called to battle! Quick!” Axle spun on his heels and ran up to Jaime, jumping up onto the horse’s back. Jaime spurred the horse onwards, down the road that wound around the hill that the castle of Gorgranek sat on.
Axle sat in his saddle, holding his axe at his side. Thammund nickered as he looked out onto the Gorgranek plains, facing south. Razgran sat on his white horse, Wynd, holding his longsword firmly with both hands. He was one of few who could ride their horse by steering with their legs, allowing him to bare a weapon two-handed if need be. The city walls stood two or three hundred metres behind them, giving them nowhere to run, but somewhere to hide. Axle shifted in his saddle, looking at the black line on the horizon. The sun was setting, and snow covered the ground. In Axle’s experience with the Mortegar he had realised that they would only ever come in winter. And winter it was. Axle spoke his mind to Jaime, who was next to him. “These are perfect conditions for wraiths.” He whispered, daring not to break the silence.
“How would you know?”
“I’ve grown up behind chased and attacked by the Mortegar. They mainly attack my father, but given the chance they would hurt me, and in the most devilish of ways.”
“We’ll just have to see.”
“Strike them on the head. It damages them the most.”
“I never said that these were actually wraiths, brother.”
“I know, but–”
“Quite in the lines!” boomed Rarron. A cloud passed over the sun and the black line on the horizon disappeared. Axle heard a snicker, and turned to his right.
“Did you hear that?”
“It came from over there, at the middle of the wing, near Harrison.
“It was nothing. You’re imagining th–”
“ARRGH!” Harrison screamed, and was pulled off of his horse by an unknown assailant. Several more people fell from around Harrison’s previous position, followed by Rarron. Axle spurred Thammund hard, and the horse shot forward, dodging through the lines of cavalry. At the edge of the wing, Axle dived forward off of Thammund’s back. Rarron had been sucked down through the ground where the ground had turned to black liquid, and Axle splashed in. He was falling down, through the blackness, and he hit the ground with a thud. Next to him laid the form of an unconscious Rarron. He leant over his father, and shook him.
“Commander, Commander! Wake up Commander!” almost just as soon as Axle had grabbed him, Rarron was pulled downwards through the floor by an invisible force. Axle pulled viciously on Rarron, but the force was to strong, and Axle fell forward on the floor with a whack, winding him. He stood up, walking forwards into nothing. He was suddenly jerked downwards by the force and his leg was pulled through the ground. He tried to get a grip on the ground but it was too slippery, and he fel through. The next moment Axle was being dragged out of the pool of liquid by Jaime, and around them the warriors of the RedClad Forces were fighting against the Mortegar. Several bulks walked around with menacing clubs, with what looked like a grin on their faces. Rarron was a few feet away, dripping wet with the black liquid, fighting a wraith. Axle leapt up and grabbed his Round-Axe, and slew the wraith that was overpowering Rarron with a single smash to the skull. He went on to smash the head’s of three more wraiths with ease. Now he was faced by a grinning bulk, which swung a mace. Axle had recently bought some more of the small marbles that he used to fight the Mortegar, and flung one into the bulk’s mouth. The wraith exploded in a burst of blackness and light, and the light killed several more wraiths. A wave of the smaller wraiths, known as crawlers, which were the height of a dog, rushed at Axle, knocking him over. At least twenty more jumped onto the pile, all-pushing to get a bite of flesh. The crawlers were not substantial at all, and were just ordered around by the Mortegar to do their bidding. Axle struggled and struggled, but he could not move. His nose was overpowered by their stench, his mouth rank with the taste of his blood and their breath, and his flesh being torn by their claws and teeth. He finally got a marble from its pouch and held it up to the beasts. They burst open with a spurt of black blood and light. He stood up, dripping with wraith-liquid and guts. A single, lone crawler jumped at him, ripping his shirt across his right breast, leaving a deep scratch. Axle punched the crawler off his chest, standing on it. The last few lives of the wraiths were ended, as was the battle of Gorgranek. Axle walked back to Thammund, for once he would be glad to wash before going to bed.
Sixteen years later
Axle sat in his throne, looking over his subjects. Leaned on the right side of his throne was his Round-Axe, on the left side his Hammer, and three feet to his right stood Yl, his right-hand-man, holding his sheathed Broadsword. Razgran had died eleven years ago, and now Axle was the Flame of the RedClad Forces. Razgran had been stabbed through the chest by a bulk, and, in the first three seconds of being the Flame, Axle killed the bulk who killed his King. The battle that Razgran was killed in was a war between the Mortegar and the humans had raged for 15 years, and it had ended just the other day. The force of the RedClad had been at the Fort of Krahk, and they had to abandon the historical place that had stood for thousands of years, but now it lay in ruins. Axle sat in his throne, just hoping that the same would not happen to Gorgranek.