Character List

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Name: Maya Summerling (May- a) Not (My- a)

Age: 14

Race: Human, White

Sex: Female

Hair: Pitch Black

Eyes: Icy Blue

Weight: 115lbs.

Height: 5'4''

Weapon: N/A

Armor: N/A

Strengths: Maya draws well in animation and can paint. She knows Karate, and finished within two weeks of joining. Maya is very smart in math, science, reading, geography, life, and every thing else there is in the world, adn out of it. Her friends support her, thus making her feel stronger. Maya's hearing is very sharp, like a wolf's. Her sense of smell is like a wolf's; very sharp. The way Maya can see is like a human's and wolf's.

Weakness: Maya fears of herself She's afraid she'll hurt people with the demon within her. The very beast that's in her heart wants to destory every thing. She doesn't really have weeknesses untill she turns 18, by then, she she's afraid of losing her loved ones. Maya is very light, and can be tossed around, unless she can shift her weight.

Skills/ Magic: Can Summon Wolves, Transforms into Wolf based Beast, has wolf claws, ears, noise, & teeth

Personality: Maya's very shy around people. Maya is very quite, but is caring towards wolves & the Gorillaz. Maya is loving towards people, and wolves. She hates herself for being alive. Maya's depressed in her life, because no one loves her, but her parents. Maya is rarely happy, she is emotionless untill she turns 19.

Appearance:

History: Ever since she went to school, she's been called a witch. She always wore black, and never spoke to
anyone. She has a past that she tries to run away from. Every year on her 11th, 21st, 31st, birthday she'll transform into a gaint beast. She only transform when 1 is the last digit in her age.

When it's her birthday, the day she'll become a beast, she tries to stay in her room. When Maya gets angry, or sad, she'll become a beast. She's cursed with a wolf demons spirit. From her mother's side of the family up, to the very first boy, they have been cursed. The first boy was in cursed by the snake spirit, then the next was the horse, then the swan, then her mom was the hawk, then, Maya is now the wolf. The wolves obey her because she's the princess of the wolves. There's a creature she'll turn into if made even mader on the 1 digit birthdays. She could destroy the world with her powers. The only way to break her curse, is true love.

She's also the Gorillaz second guitarist, & back singer. 2D had a major crush on her ever since they both meet. Maya started to talk more when she grew older. She had a major crush on Murdoc. After some time, she started to see through the clouds surrounding her heart. What she saw, was her love for 2D. She wondered why her heart was clouded by hatered. Maybe because she only wanted to love Murdoc, & not love any one else. (She's not a part of the Gorillaz, made that up)

Maya hates her self more than anything in the world. She wants to know her purpose in life. Maya wants to know if her life has meaning. Maya also wishes she was never born.

Name: Jeni

Age: 18

Race: Angel

Sex: Female

Hair: light blue

Eyes: blue

Weight: 130 lbs

Height: 5'5"

Weapon: She wields an angelic staff that goes by the name of Cynusa. The staff is white. It is also, almost the same size as Jeni. Not to mention, it has paower to bring people back to life.

Strengths: Her main strength is the power over water. Since she is so kind, she also has the ability to gain many allies and friends. She's good against those who weild fire as well. She is also very fast, which gives her strength over speed/agility. She is also good with flying attacks since she has wings. and she is good with light attacks

Weakness: She is weak against anything having to do with electricity or lightning. Due to her kindness, she often shows mercy and leaves openings to be attacked. Another weakness is when she can see someone get killed, it hurts her too. she also is weak against darkness and ice (only on her wings will the ice hurt her).

Skills/Magic: Able to make hurricanes. Thats all. (for right now)


Appearance: click here for Appearance

Personality: Jeni is a kind angel. She likes seeing the best in people and bring peace to them as well. But when angered, she will force herself to fight for what she believes in. She's rather laid back, and occasionally lets her guard down because she is so trusting and believes there is good in everything no matter how vile they appear.

Biography: Jeni was born in a city called Cinrana but raised by her dad who lived on and island called Janticna, Zentron, because her mom died after she was born. Jeni grew up to have two best friends named Kimia and Jason, but they moved to Europe a few months after Jeni and them met. Everybody else made fun of her for being different. She still talks to Kimia and Jason by letters. Jeni's life was horrible because of this and she never wanted to get memories of it again.

Then her dad bought her a few pets thinking it would make her happy. She got a cat and a rabbit and she took good care of them. Jeni named the cat Eternity and the rabbit Sakura. They were both girls. She belived in nothing at first. She didn't even know she was an angel, so she also didn't warship or anything. Jeni left home hoping to find somewhere else were people will apreciate her, and be nice to her, and she only kills people when she gets mad, otherwise, she cant kill anything. She likes everything way too much.

She is easy going now, and she hates electric apliances and to fight. Jeni's special thinmg she never knew about at first, but was verry fond of after was her angel wings. She would treat others nicely if they treated her nicely, and she dreams of becoming the nicest person ever, but she cant achieve that if people keep making her mad. Sometimes she complains about wanting to kill herself, if she fails to do something important to her.

It ended up while she was on her jorney her dad was shot and killed by someone she didn't know, so Jeni arrived in her new hometown as an orphan. She, of corse, was old enough to take care of herself when she left, but yet she still didn't know how to cook or prepare food yet, so she attended in high scool there called Janticna high school. everyone there was nice to Jeni there.

The classes she attended were stuff like everyday living skills, cooking, and other stuff you might need to learn befor living on your own. If a thing was to hard for her to do she would simply just try over and over. She never thought there was a limit to anything, and she would just keep trying untill she got it right. She never was late to school, and she never had any missing work or color changes or detentions. She felt lucky here.

Later on, as she got to being 18, she started to play games more. She drove her car, aSilver 2000 Volkswagen Passat GLS, to a game store every time she beat a game. she needed some way to entertain herself alot. She always drives her car around and when she gets in traffic she doesn't care. She usually will just say,"This traffic will be over soon" in a nice sweet voice.

Kai.

Name: Kai

Age: He looks like a 13 year old but is really 303.

Race: Shinigami (Soul Reaper )

Sex: Male

Hair: Snow white hair that ends small little spikes.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 102 pounds.

Height: 5 feat 2 inches.

Weapon: He has a Zanpakuto (Soul Slayer) which is like a living sword. It looks like an average Katana. The swords name is Erami.

Armor: No armor just a black robe http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v5...Co-captain.png (What the man with red hair is wearing)

Strengths: He isn’t too strong psychically but he is well trained in Hadou (Destructive Arts). Also he is well trained with his Zanpakuto. He is fast and nimble due to his small body. With his Zanpakuto he has the abilty as 2. Erami and Kai have laerned to cover eachothers weaknesses and bond togerther in battle. A shinigami is a half his Zanpakuto is the other half. Togerther they equal a whole.

Weakness: His body is somewhat weak thus strong attacks can be painful. Also he never thought swimming would be a useful ability so he never learned how. He sinks quickly because all he does is yell and scream and panic. So he hates water. Also blows to his neck are an instant knockout. And his robe is very flammable making fire a hazard too. He could not stop an attack his only choice is to dodge making it easier for somone to hit him.

Skills/Magic: He is well trained in Hadou (Destructive arts) and here is what he can do.

Destructive Art 4: White Lightning
a powerful attack that fires a bolt of lightning from the users extended forefinger.

Destructive Art 31: Shakkahou - Red Flame Cannon
A red ball of spiritual energy that shoots of the users hand.

Destructive Art 33: Soukatsui - Blue Fire, Crash Down!
A blue ball of spiritual energy that shoots out of the user’s hand. It’s just like Destructive Art 31, except its more powerful.

Before you use these abilities you can say an incantation. If you don’t say it the Hadou is weaker.

Hiss Erami! Shikai(1st form): When Kai tells Erami to “Hiss Erami” His sword takes its 1st form called shikai. It starts to glow then becomes a bladed snaked. Kai holds the Erami from the back of the snake form. Then the tongue comes out and that’s where blade is. And where ever he hits something that spot begins to burn just a little. If 3 strikes hit then that spot of something begins to glow green and starts to feel like fire is on it.

Banki (2nd form): Yet to be achieved.

Appearance: He looks like a 13 year old boy with snow white hair that ends in spikes just before his eyes. He stares with a confident and cocky look in his his icy blue eyes. On his left side is where his Zanpakuto rests. The robe he wears is somewhat loose so when the wind blows his robe slowy moves around creating as Kai would call it "A powerful stand". All that is visible around his neck is a small chain but in his robe is a medallion given by his mother.

Personality: He thinks he beat anyone anytime. He is never afraid unless he starts to realize this battle could be lost. But he’ll still keep fighting with all his power. He hates the thought of death and would rather run then meet it. He has killed before and is not afraid to kill again. He is not an evil person just a strong hearted. He cares for his allies and has pure hate for his enemies. He does not believe in 2nd chances and betrayel to him means death. He will risk his life for close friends and lend a hand to his average friends. Erami follows Kai whatever his path is.

Biograpghy: He grew up in a place called Soul Society which is like heaven and is where all shinigami live. He had a mother and a father and that was it. His father trained Kai nonstop it seemed but Kai wanted it. He wanted to be strong. His mother helped him train a bit too. One day when Kai was around 9 something big was happening. Every shinigami that could fight well got called out. Before Kai’s mom left she gave a pass to get into the School for Shinigami and also a small green medallion that he wears forever around his neck. Soon shinigami returned to there homes be Kai’s parents never did. He went to the school as soon as he could. He was a bit too young but they took him. Because he was young to start his years where different but he finished school at 15. From there on he left to the normal world to become even stronger. He has never had any pets and a few friends but hasn’t seen them in a long time.


Raid
Name: Raid
Age: 22

Race: Human
Sex: Male

Hair: Spiky snow white hair.

Eyes: blue

Weight: 110 LBS.

Height: 6 feat.

Weapon: 2 Katanas. The Katanas are from the metal of a volcano named Keshaout'su. The volcano spurts tough metal evrey year. Pretty rare. He aqiured and got it forged creating two Katanas. After that they where gifted with the family mark, which is some triangles mixed togerther.

Armor: Light dark black clothes with dark black armor over it. On his armor in the middle is a red dragon.

Strengths: He is high speed and semi good defense. His Katanas is his only main defense. His skin/armor/bones are weak. He is semi-good strength to. He is best at sneak attacks.

Weakness: Raid is very scared of fire. Fire causes him to flee no matter what. Also his skin/bones armor is pretty weak meaning if he has no sword he will not fight.

Skills/Magic: High speed due to his ninja training and light body agile body.

Appearance: A six foot tall man with dark black clothes. Thin armor slowly goes over those clothes. The armor is as black as the night sky at midnight exactly. A hood attached to the armor goes over his head. Only leaving a slot to show his blue eyes. Strands of white spiky hair falls down from the hood. @ Katana holders are strapped to his back.

Personality: Raid is determined and will never give unless fire stops him. He’ll fight for his honor and will not take insults. He never listens to anyone creating an arrogant attitude.

Biography: He was born in Shouga’ a village of common folk. Raid had only a mom and a sister. His dad left as soon as she got pregnant. Raid’s sister is older by 3 years and has become a mage. When Raid was a child he fancied being a ninja. Every one hated that idea. Raid left at age 10 after learning basic ninja moves. For the rest of his life he only trained and hunted for food. He sat in waterfalls challenged the bears and killed the trespassers. He claimed his territory and became a bit animal like. After thinking he became the master he wondered of looking to beat anyone and everyone. Raid has never talked to his sister and his mother passed away when he was 16. He lived a good child hood had fun and trained in secret. He has a pet wolf but he left it to go train. Soon he refound it now they work together. He has no god or morals. He believes kill anything anytime. He kills many people in a plan to be the master of fighting. He hates anyone who thinks he’s better then him and will kill them quickly. He is not very social therefore not easy going. His swords are his only friends. Raid thinks of death as an impossibility

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Name: Kami

Race: Elf

Gender: Male

Eye Colour: Green

Hair: Brown, shoulder-length

Age: 24

Height: 6”4’

Weight: 109lb

Weapon(s): A long-bow that he keeps on his back and an elven sword

Armour: leather padding on his torso. His legs are left unshielded for agility.

Skills/Magic: Various elemental spells to increase the strength or accuracy of his arrows. If Kami is near death he can use a spell to give him a last burst of energy where he can hopefully kill his opponent before dying

Appearance: A thin, agile frame, small nose and sharp, intruding eyes. His hair is straight whenever he gets the chance to work on it. Most elves are vain and Kami is no different, aside from this he is a skilled hunter. He is usually clean-shaven. His feet are small and silent and he has long bony hands.
Kami wears greens and browns to blend into his surroundings and surprise his foes. He has a number of tunics that don’t serve any purpose other than to show him off though and he wears these at celebrations or formalities.

Strengths: Quick and skilled with the bow. His magic isn't as good as most elves but he makes up for it with a accurate bow shot and strong sword arm. He is ruthless and won’t think about killing an innocent man.

Weaknesses: His magic isn’t very strong and he bruises easily because of his thin frame. He tends to be vain too and can become distracted by his looks. He was always trained to fight with weapons so without them he is virtually powerless because most of his spells revolve around them.

Personality: Ruthless, stubborn and cold-hearted. But if you become friends with him an amazing being unfolds before you. He is a bit of a romantic too so when he is not tracking down killers and bandits he is in a banquet hall with elven women. As I have mentioned before he is vain, but only in his looks. He is always looking for a challenge and is eager to have a duel or join brigades intent on cutting down the bandit population. He doesn’t have many friends but the ones he do have are the reason why he isn’t an insane killer chopping little children.
He is a complicated person and has many sides to him, it is impossible to guess his mood because smiles don’t come easy to him and there is never anything showing in his eyes. His emotions are always running high, one minute he is a ruthless stalker and the next he needs a hug. Kami has been strange ever since his parents died and is never quick to become attached to someone for fear of losing them.

Bio: Kami was born in a forest long forgotten by humans. His parents were loving and kind and raised him in their large tree house for three years before he ventured into the forest. He tried to make friends several times but was ridiculed because of his brown hair (elves had either jet black or silver hair).
Instead of playing with the rest of the children in the clearing where his parents lived he went exploring. He became very in-tune wit nature, more so than regular elves and made friends with the squirrels and rabbits instead of elves.
He had a happy life walking through the forest talking to the animals and he never said that he missed elven contact. Usually every day he walked down a small brook where small animals gathered to drink and collect nuts and berries to reward the animals with. His life continued happily until he was twelve when he was asleep one night.

Kami woke with a start as he heard a large bang, guessing that it was an old tree far off collapsing he peered out of his tree. The tree-house opposite him had fell, he looked down at the stump and saw that the severed part of the tree was clean-cut. Kami knew it must have been bandits, rogue elves cast out by civilization for not abiding by the law. He climbed out of his tree and ran toward the guard tower intending to alert the watch-men. The sight the met his eyes made him want to vomit, before his eye's he saw the bodies of to dead elves, fathers, brothers, husbands, dead. He started bolting towards the nearest tree to spread the word of the cretins before he heard a massive "thud" and went to explore the noise. This time the fallen tree wasn't a neighbour's, it was his. He frantically searched around it for his parents, their corpses or whatever he could find. All there was were his possesions. Picking up a sword that stayed in his parent's bedroom he vowed to find these, monsters, and destroy them for taking away his town, his life. Kami sombrely got out of the tree and caught the bandits just as they were leaving but he was too slow, they got away, but he could see that terrified faces of his parents being dragged over the shoulders' of two of the bandits. He lay down and cried until a woman came and found him in the morning. He shrugged off her hand and walked out of the clearing, secretly thinking he would never return again.

He headed toward the elven capital, Orion, which was about twelve miles away. He stopped for one night and gave himself a chance to think. One question was rolling around in his head, "Why do they want my parents?" He didn't have an aswer two hours later so he gave up and went to sleep .No animals bothered him because he had befriended him in his adolescence, but that had been stripped away from him, leaving a cold, revenge-seeking assassin. It took him three days to reach Orion, there he found a man named Ismera and told him the story. Ismera agreed to take him in and alert the ruler of Orion that a new recruit was starting training.

A week later Kami was in the training hall with the coach, Mika, along with seven other warriors-to-be. He excelled in swordsmanship and using the bow but his magic was worse than the others. He trained six hours a day then spent the rest of it exploring Orion.
He trained for four years before leaving the great forest, ready to hunt down his parents killers. For another four years he travelled around gathering information and attacking bandits. Then, in a large city now named Giza he found a piece of information concerning bandits raiding a clearing in the great forest eight years ago. He was on the trail for his parents' kidnappers.

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Name: Sadriaen

Other Names: When in Angel form, she is called Sadri, and in Demon, she is Riaen.

Age: Unknown

Race: Half Demon, Half Angel

Sex: Female

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.

Weapon: Nothing.

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.

Skills/Magic:

Sadri:

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.

Riaen:

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.

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Name: Kylac Tierna

Age: 20

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.)

Sex: Male

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.

Height: 5’10”

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.

Skills/Magic:
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.


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Last Edited 10/21/2007 1:29

Name: Devin

Age: 14 (Happy birthday XD)

Race: Human

Sex: Male

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.

Eyes: Violet.

Weight: 110 lbs

Height: 5’0

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.







Name: Cari

Age: 14

Race: Human

Sex: Female.

Hair: Long reddish blond hair.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 105 lbs

Height: 5’1


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.

Armor: None.

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

Theme Music: I Walk Beside You-Dream theater



Picture done by I)Man-Chan, aint it cute ^_^

~~~aproved by LEA~~~

Name: Princess May
Age: 14
Race: Human (Princess)
Sex: Female
Hair: yellow
Eyes: green
Weight: 70 lbs
Height: 4'9"


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.


Appearance:


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.

Name: Katherine Luray.

Age:19

Race: Human

Sex: Female.

Hair: Medium-length, purple. She keeps it in pigtails with a few pieces hanging loose and bangs.

Eyes: Aqua.

Weight: 127 lbs.

Height: 5’6”

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.

Appearance: http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c3...syou/bunny.jpg


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.

Mini Profile:

Name: Zwi

Age: Unknown

Race: Unknown

Sex: Unknown

Hair: Zwi has no hair

Eyes: Two, black, small, beady eyes.

Weight: 4 pounds.

Height: 1'5"

Weapon: Teeth

Strengths: N/A

Weakness: Separation from Katherine

Skills/Magic: "Lucky Dance" (Look in Katherine's profile)

Appearance: http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c3...syou/bunny.jpg (Bottom left corner)

Personality: Zwi's personality is a bit hard to define. His mood goes with Katherine's.

Biography: Unknown

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Keltan Kriste

Name: Keltan Kriste

Age: 19

Race: Angel

Sex: Male

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Light blue

Weight: 157 lbs

Height: 5'6"

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.

Armor: None

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.

Biography:
"...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."

"Then why?"

"Why... what, Keltan?"

"Why am I here?" Keltan tried to flash back to what happened.
" All I remember... all I remember... was..."
" ...being outside."

"Yes... continue."

"It was raining."

"Raining, what? Dear child."

"It was raining blood."
" I remember, I jumped outside..."
"and I..."

"Hm?"

"... 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.

"Keltan... "
"... Christ?"

"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.

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Battles:

A Blessing From Above [Dropped (?)]

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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.

Sex: Male

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.

Battles:
>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)

Crossroads:
> Cold as Death (dropped)

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Name: Kiterina

Age: 23

Race: Demon Cat

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.

Sex: Female

Hair: gray

Eyes: yellow

Weight: 155 lbs

Height: 6'2"

Weapon: A sword made out of pure emerald shown in the image this link leads th (its the blue one) that Kirerina named Caterina because it is almost like her name. The sword is the size of a small dagger, but yet it is still powerful. It has Ice powers.

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.


Appearance: She has Black cat ears and a black cat tail. Her skin is a normal peach color and she wears black shirt, shoes, and pants.

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.

Biography-

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.

Name: Zer[0] 2.0

Age: 575 Years (Born 1.1.1 D.W.)

Race: Human, Cyborg

Sex: Male

Hair: Silver, with Gold streaks

Eyes: Green, bright Yellow when enraged

Weight: 300lbs.

Height: 6'8''

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[0] 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[0] 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[0] 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[0]

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[0]

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[0] 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[0] 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.)

Sorry got confuised...*laughs uneasly*....Please don't boot me..

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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
Age: 61
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown/Red
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.

Name: Z-2.0
Age: 16
Race: Hybrid/Clone
Sex: Male
Hair: Red
Eyes: Completely white
Weight: 130 lb.
Height: 6'

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.

Approved by Ranarath (a.k.a. graceful_shiek)

Name: Kuro Mitsukai (Dark Angel)
Age: ??? (25 years since last reincarnation)
Sex: Male
Race: Demonic Angel
Height: 7ft 4
Weight: 240 lbs
Eyes: Left-Blue Right-Red
Hair: Long, Silver
Weapon: Hitokage Touzoku Sword (Soul Thief)
Appearence:
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.

Armor: N/A

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...

Approved by Power Shot.

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Name: Kisiro

Age: 12

Race: A Human/Kitsune (Spirit Fox) Hybrid. He can freely switch between forms.

Sex: Male

Hair: Human - Black, messy hair. Kitsune: Yellow fur

Eyes: Red. (Completely red for Kitsune form)

Weight: Somewhere 'round 100 pounds.

Height: Rougly...5 feet.

Weapon: None

Armor: None

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.