Name: Shrukan Caelestis. Preferrers to be just called Shrukan and not his full name.
Age: 15 (can live up to a thousand years)
Race: Scalix (Dragon-Human)
Has Dark Red hair, dark blue eyes, a Golden Dragon Tail and Godlen Dragon wings.
Weapons:Twin Dragon Fangs: Double swords that are 3 feet long each, but are light and sharp. They have no extra purpose besides fighting. Each sword has a golden hilt with a red jewel near the blade.
Fang Dagger: Small dagger that he carries with him at all times. Its located usually in his coat pocket, or his pant pockets. Somewhere he can quickly reach. The dagger is about 5 inches in length with a sharp tip. It has a silver hilt with a blue gem, unlike the Twin Dragon Fangs.
Armor: He wears a blue jacket over a red t-shirt, with a set of dark grey pants and grey shoes. He wears no armor at any given point.
Abilities: Physically: Shrukan can fight well with swords. He also can fly thanks to his golden Dragon wings. He's a faster runner, but tires very quickly. He can also use his dragon tail as a means of defense or offense. The tail is very thick like club, so it deals a lot of damage to an opponent.
Can also see in the dark.
Fire: Ability to use the Fire Element when Angry. Water: Ability to use Water When Calm Ice: Ability to use Ice when Depressed. Lightning: Ability to shoot Lightning when Angry and Depressed at the same time. Wind: Ability to use Wind when Cheerful. Earth: Ability to use Earth when Angry or Over-confident Light: Ability to use Holy Magic, Have a protective sheild that makes him resistant to Dark Magic or dark forces. He can also teleport every few moments to answer nearby. Can only be used when he is cheerful. Attacks are a Light Blast (white sphere that explodes on contact) or a healing aura (heals up his wounds, but he is still drained of energy). Dark: Ability to use Dark Magic. Oppisite to his Light abilty, he can use Dark Magic, ability to raise his attack power when he is Extremely wounded. Can shoot a Dark Blast at anyone (its like a small purple sphere that explodes on Contact) or Dark Lightning (basically a Lightning attack, though it drains you of energy instead of fully killing you.) Only can be used when he is extremely mad.
Personality:Normal Shrukan: Quiet. Hates everyone. Most of the time Shrukan just sits alone, ignoring some people. Sometimes he fights if someone threatens him. And if by some chance you're nice with him, he may become an ally.
What makes him this way is because he gets picked on for being different and weak. He's shorter than a normal Scalix and also dislikes killing somone for no reason (which seems to happen a lot in his race).
Light Shrukan: More open. More caring than in his normal mode.
Dark Shrukan: More malevolent. More sick and twisted. Evil. He doesn't care if you are an ally or an enemy. All he does care is to kill you (which of course won't happen here).
Weaknesses:Normal Shrukan: He has no armor so he can be hit by anything like arrows and swords. Light Shrukan: Same as Normal. No weakness, but still can be damaged. Dark Shrukan: Weakness is Light and also can still be hit by a sword or any other weapon.
Strengths: Normal/Light Shrukan: Very experienced in the air. Can fly for a long distance. Skilled at handling two swords, although when it comes to one blade, he's a bit weaker. Dark Shrukan: Strength and speed are inhanced greatly. His speed is so fast, it appears to be a blur, but the side-effect is losing strength to move after. While Dark Shrukan is fighting, he'll try to aim for your weak points first.
History: Shrukan was a mild lazy Scalix teen, never wanting to do anything that he didn't want to do. He'd often ignore orders and just relaxed under a tree outside his home. Other times, he would just fly off far away, but always seemed to go back to his home.
When he was still yet to be born, his mother was told her destiny. It was told that someone would die in her family. Alarmed by this, she sat up and ran for safety.
Soon after she gave birth to Shrukan. He was born with a golden tail, slightly dark red hair (not orange, mind you), and sky blue eyes. Like a normal baby, he cried for a long period until he grew used to his new enviroment.
Years passed, and he grew and grew. Soon he, like most of his race, grew dragon wings. That's where most of his fun came fun. Flying high in the sky.
He was happy and joyful. Spending most of his days in the air, perfecting his ability to fly higher and longer. Other times, he would help his mother.
It would seem everything was happy and joyful in his life until one day. He awoke one morning, ready to help his mother with breakfast, as he normally did. Then he saw his father standing above his mother, eyes filled with tears.
"What's wrong father?" Shrukan asked. He looked confused.
"Your mother...." He tries to hold back his tears. "She's....dead."
Shrukan's life then became unfamiliar to him. It was like he never knew his mother, father, even himself. He just stood there, face full of shock & greif.
His mother was buried soon later. Shrukan, only 8, stood over her casket and weapted for a long period of time. Thoughts rushed into his mind. Why couldn't it be him? Why couldn't she live? What made her die?
Many years passed since then, and Shrukan was still sad. Even as a teen, he still wished for her comfort. But all he had for comfort, was his father and step-mother. But Shrukan didn't like either of them.
Now 15, he left his home to search for his own destiny. A destiny that puts him through many puzzles and battles. An adventure to find out himself.
Other info: Shrukan is a god, but not immortal. A fatal stab to the heart can kill him.
Weapon: Weilds a customized broadsword called the Nosferatu. The sword is about 3.5 feet in length and has the ability to drain the energy of the enemy and transfer it to the weilder of the sword. (Similar to the way a vampire feeds off of people). He also carries with him various Kunai shurikens with some that can release gas and explode, along with a special chain that has star shurikens attatched to it for extra damage.
Armor: No armor except for gauntlests that cover from his wrists to halfway to his elbow.
Strengths: Due to his vampiric nature he has heightened strength and speed, as well as faster healing. He can heal himself in a few hours in what would take the average human days to weeks to recover from.
Weaknesses: All vampiric weaknesses apply, like sunlight. He is considered weak for a vampire, so converntional ways of killing a human could also work.
Skills/Magic: He has the ability to control the elements of ice and water. Also, he has elemental magic for every element, though the elements besides ice and water are not very powerful. He also has the ability to fly as well as his vampiric abilities like hyptnotism and shapeshifting.
Appearance: He is a tall and skinny boy who looks like he is 17. He is very pale and has red marking all over his body including one over his eye. He wears all black and most of he wears a leather shirt, pants, and boots. On his hands, are finger gloves that reveal sharp black claws on each hand. He wears a black cape that serves to conceal his sword, the nosferatu. All of his other weapons are also concealed in secret creases in his clothing or carried in a pouch that he carries with him. On his back are sets of Angel wings that he can retract at will. His face is youthful, with red eyes that have an unhuman, as well as gentle look to them. His hair is blue and somewhat messy and unkempt. His look makes clear that he is not human, though he doesn't have the appearance of your typical vampire.
Here is a picture of him in a more beastlike form:
Personality: His personality is the exact opposite of your stereotyped vampire. He is very kind and will help anyone in need. Though he is nice, sometimes he has a short temper and is quick to react in a lot of situations. In battle, he usually isn't one to think things through and is more likely to just charge in and ask questions later. Riddles annoy him and he likes to have all of the details of a situation instead of having learn them himself. Depending on the person he is fighting will determine whether he is merciful or ruthless in battle. If he fears this battle could end his life, he will be ruthless and will not hesitate to kill. If the don't seem to be that much of a threat then he will show mercy. When he is not in battle he is a very nice person. He is also somewhat innocent, and has the innocence of a child at times. Basically, he's the opposite of what you think a vampire should be and is far from scary.
Biography: Chiyuki was born in a small village in the middle of a forest with his parents, and his sister, along with the other villagers. He lived a simple, ordinary life until one day when he returned home to find his village slaughtered. Upon further investigation, he learned his sister was possessed by a demon and had murdered the entire village. She then attacked him and during the battle their house caught on fire and collapsed. Chiyuki survived without a scratch, but his sister was buried among the flaming rubble. He then joined up with a special unit that hunted the paranormal. He recieved a mission to where he was supposed to kill a vampire queen. But this mission went wrong and he was captured and tortured until he died. Somehow, the queen was compelled to save him by making him a vampire and placing him on ship to keep him from dying while her castle was under attack. To be able to find him she placed a curse on him to where his scars from the torture would glow a bright red. Years later he woke up with no memory of his past and began living a life working at a bar acting like nothing had ever happened. During this time he made many friends and was slowly able to piece together who he was when he learned he was a vampire. One day, a girl he worked with, whom he had a crush on took him to this mysterious castle for a place for them to hang out luring him there by saying he would be able to become stronger by going there. The castle was a vampire castle owned by the queen vampire who had saved him long ago. He became her bodyguard and after a while, she eventually told him who he was and what happened a long time ago and adopted him as her brother. Years later he would also have a happy reunion with his sister and also eventually marry the girl who he worked with.
Now, Chiyuki is somewhat of a drifter with no place he can really call home. He stays at the castle sometimes, but makes his living traveling from place to place, working as a guard or bouncer. Or helping anyone in distress along the way. He likes to travel and also likes to stay in touch with all of his friends that he's met along the way. He believes in God, so crosses don't bother him like they do other vampires. He also feels guilty about his actions and rarely ever feeds off of the living. To survive, he finds bars that sell blood. His goal is to become stronger. While he has the ability to kill, though he is somewhat of a pacifist and has trouble with killing, he hates being ridiculed about how weak he is for a vampire. Though he may look weak on the outside, he is actually quite strong. He has a strong will to live and loves life. Being a vampire he cannot die of old age and remains 17 forever. He never seems to mature much from that age either. However, he's had many near death experiences and is always cautious in each battle knowing that each one could be his last.
Name: Celtiroso (KELT-ee-rose-oh) Celti for short, Just to make sure people get it right.
Age: 17 Years Old
Race: Element-Infused Human
Hair: Short (as in starting to creep down the top of the neck, ears, and face), Platinum hair
Eyes: Black Pupil,
(Fire-Infused) Red Iris,
(Earth-Infused) Green Iris,
(Sky-Infused) Purple Iris
(Water-Infused) Blue Iris
(Human) Hazel Iris
Weight: 124 lbs.
Weapon: Elemental Gift, this is a weapon that changes depending on which element Celti is infused with,
(Fire-Infused) a 3ft. long sword (including the 5in. Long handle) which fires a long ,in-accurate stream of fire off the end, the blade is made of unbreakable ruby
(Earth-Infused)Changes to a 6ft. Long Rose vine-whip entwined to a 5in. Handle. This can be cut, but will regenerate over time, thorns are made of emeralds.
(Sky-Infused) this ellaboratly carved, 5ft long, Spear/ lance is guided by the great Raptorix him self. It is extremely accurate and devistating, Spear/ lance tip is made of amethyst.
(Water-Infused) these twin blades are as if you were holding a pair of 2.5ft. long, diamond-cutting, feathers. blades are made of unbreakable sapphire.
Armor: a Suit of greatly hard dragon scales, changes colors and more(see strengths) according to the infused element.
Strengths: Celtiroso has always been very swift no matter what the circumstances. He’s always been a magician, when a kid, he’d always do magic tricks for the young ones, but he’s been trained in the greater magics by the master elements.
(Fire) projectiles are the only attacks that can hurt him because of his white-hot armor.
(Earth) Magics can only break through his fortress armor.
(Sky) Projectiles are void because of the mini-tempests ,released by the armor, flurrying around Celtis’ body.
(Water) offensive magic is pointless because of the magic negating water armor
Weaknesses: Celti, Quickness decreases slightly when elementally charged, also, in the process of changing elemental charges, he is defenseless except the fact the other three elements are protecting him. It is of great importance that he concintrates on the element he is controlling, if he doesn't the element will become the opponents servant, or dissapears altogether if the enemy cannot control it as well, but as opposed to Celti, it doesn't take that much concintration, they simply ask for the element to become his/ her slave and it's done. the max area of elemental matter is 2.5sq. yards.
(Fire) not as quick as the other forms because of the heat.
(Earth) Armor weakens over time and breaks every 15 minutes, but then the armor regenerates and gains strength over another 15 minutes.
(Sky) Tempests distort Celtis’ vision.
(Water) if blasted by an electrical surge, it does great damage.
Skills/ Magic: Elemental Fusion: Celti fuses with one or more of the four elements,lines fade into visibility and change to the according color of the infused element(s).
(Fire) : A Lava Pit Revealed: Celti thrust his ruby sword into the ground and the ground cracks to open up into a 20ft. diameter lava pit with him standing on a lone island. Powers of Fire: Ability to summon and control fire.
(Earth) : Rosey Noose: Celti runs straight at the opponent and jumps 4ft. away with the whip hanging down. the whip wraps around the enemies neck and breifly suspends Him/ Her in the air then drops them, then venom in the thorns of the whip are like the fangs of a snake, they sometimes inject the toxin of which knock the person unconscese, or they don't. The Thorns will probably not inject the piosen. Powers of Nature: Ability to summon and control rocks/ plants.
(Sky): Gone with the Wind: Celti Disappears into the air and then appears in back of the opponent and knocks him/ her unconscice with the back of his Spear, although, there is a large wind 7.5ft. in all directions around Celti's body which ,in most cases, is a dead give away. Powers of the Sky: ability to shift the air and to counger up lightning bolts.
(Water): Misty Phantoms: Celti summons twin Phantoms of himself made of cloudy mist to control to his will. Powers of Water: Ability to summon and control water, What a concept!
(Human): Powers of the Mind: Ability to control objects without touching them. Dimension Portal: once control is gained, Celti has the power to send these objects to an unamed dimension.
Appearance: Celtiroso has a ½ in. Diameter orb in the middle of his palms where “lines” proceed from which cover his body except for his head, these are only visible when an element is Infused with him. He always wears a T-shirt under an unbuttoned button-up shirt and a pair of Jeans as casual wear. When the lines are not visible, he is Quite charming
Personality: Celti has a kind heart, but if pestered by, say, stating the obvious, he will generally get a little frustrated. Celtiroso is also a gentleman. When provoked, Celti WILL fight ferociously. He really dislikes rudeness, Immaturity, and people who are just plain Immoral, it sickens him. What Celti likes to do is Swim, Play with animals, and to hold newborns in their towels. He really likes the fact of the world not being totally corrupt and imagining the future of the young children he always sees. Celti does not like the uncertainty of death, he has a mind that is not to be troubled by such thoughts.
Biography: Celtiroso was born in Wales on May 12th. The reason of the markings on his body is that when he was barley born, the doctors told his mother, Rose Spirits, that he would not live. That night the mother prayed that her son would live, the Elemental Spirits of Fire, (Pyronz), Earth,(Geovia), Sky, (Raptorix), and Water (Poseida) pitied the poor woman and seeped life into the dying baby, along with some of their power, his name came from the Celtic miracle, and his mothers name
When Celti was in 1st grade, a boy named Lance made Celti angry, immediately, lightning erupted from his finger tips, luckily it missed Lance, but Celtiroso was still banned from school for two-weeks,( you’d think for life but, after much pleading and explanation from his mother and after much contemplation, the principle generously thought to give him another chance). From then on he tought himself to control his anger and not blast everything in sight. A 12 year-old long lost brother ran away when Celti was in 4th grade . He dreams to find his brother and to bring him home. In 6th grade, he was bugged by a girl named Mckenna ,an awfully rude girl at that, so instead of a whole out-burst, Celti shifted the air to blow all the contents of her desk out.
So life went on until in his 8th grade year, he made vines creep up his math teachers pants, but that's another story.
This present day, Celti has Three dear friends named John, Jacob, and Seth. They all know his secret, they all stand up for him, and provide counseling for his temper. This is how they met, when Celti did make the vines Creep up his math teachers pants, John and Jacob noticed Celti Grinning mischeifiusly about 3 seconds before those plants tripped Mr. Toobaad, his math teacher, up. they then had a hunch that Celti did that and ,during lunch period, they went up to him and asked his name and how it was he could do that, well he told them his name and the story of how the Welsh Elemental Spirits saved his life and gave him his powers, naturally they didn't belive him ,so Celti lead them to a succluded place and made a cascade of warm, relaxing, water pour over them, and then made the air dry them up, them provided pyromaniac entertainment while they sat on Arm-chair-flowers bug eyed with fasination. After that, John and Jacob introduced Seth to Celti and the four became great friends.
He is now a senior at Miracle High School and has straight A's, with the acception of one A- in math. He spends most of his time driving around town and enjoying life. In what spare time he has, he reads the Eragon series, which he started about a week ago. he just is always with his family and playing with his Younger Twin brothers, Alan and Kale, they're both 13 this year on April 3rd.
*Approved by Angel*
Sex: Neither, but has Female and Male “voices”
Weight: Approximately 20lbs
Length: 1meter (Blade) 1meter, 30 centimeters total.
Armor: Vaskalen is made from a very powerful metal called Chrome Dextroice. Most other metals cannot even dent this verity of ore. Unfortunately, Chrome Dextroice is an incredibly common metal, however, the strength of the metal is dependent on its purity. For example, a 99% Pure blade of Chrome Dextroice is much weaker then 100% pure Chrome Dextroice
Strengths: The Hellfire Sword has the almost unique ability to communicate to anyone it desires, not just its master. Moreover, the blade possesses a very strong will, so strong in fact that it can convince a wide range of people to do acts of unimaginable horror. The swords greatest strength is that its spirit cannot be destroyed unless the blade itself is destroyed. In this sense, Vaskalen is considered as close to immortal as anything can get. Finally, because it is the Hellfire sword, Vaskalen is immune to fire, dark and non-elemental demonic attacks.
Weakness: Being a sword, Vaskalen is unable to move on it’s own free will. This means that if the person the sword is controlling/taken over is killed, it will be left helpless. Another weakness the blade possesses is that it requires fuel (In this case, blood) to use its special attacks. The more powerful the attack/skill, the more blood that is required to use it. Another weakness Vaskalen curses is the fact that Holy or Light oriented beings and attacks can severely weaken the blade overall. Finally, because the sword is trapped in the mortal realm, it has a power limit of 10% of its true power.
Bloodwave Blade: A slightly more macabre version of the Shockwave Blade attack. As the sword swings it summons a small amount of blood to its tip. When the swing stops, the blood is propelled forward at an immense speed. The laser-like attack and slice through pretty much anything less then a Diamond in strength. However, holy items, no matter how weak, cannot be destroyed immediatly by this attack. In addition, any material harder then a Diamond must be hit multiple times in order to be broken through.
Dragon Teeth: The only special attack Vaskalen knows that does not use any blood. The user simply tightens their grip on the pommel, causing many sharp tooth-like appendages to come out of the blade on one side. The Dragon teeth are useful for tearing up flesh and bone, as well as adding extra strength to the blade itself.
Soluside: This attack is not directed at an enemy, rather the user of the sword itself. Once the user has killed 100 human beings, Vaskalen is then able to devour the soul of the user, adding to its own strength. Once it has done this, the Demon Blade is then able to put it’s own spirit into the body of the victim and still be able to use all of its special attacks. In order for Vaskalen to return to its true strength in the mortal realm, it must devour 1,000 souls. Furthermore, for every 100 the sword regains one of its old powers.
Hellfire: The attack that is also the swords namesake. The fires of hell surround the blade making every cut that is dealt feel 10 to 100 times worse then it is. However, the attack only lasts 10 seconds, so the sword has to get in some hits quickly in order for it to be on any use.
Hell Pyre: The sword is implanted in the ground while the Hellfire attack is in use, causing a large fireball to engulf an area comparable to that of a small city park. This attack would be near deadly to any plant-like creatures.
Diabolic Blast: The most powerful technique that the Vaskalen remembers from the pre-mortal life. The attack uses a whopping two thirds of its maximum blood capacity. The wielder lifts the blade above their head and does a demonic chant. This causes all the negative energy within the blood to manifest itself as a glowing red ball of demonic energy to form on the tip of the sword. Once charged, the wielder swings the sword downward, causing the ball to bound forward in that direction until it hits an object.
The resulting explosion is worth nearly a thousand pounds of TNT when it hits. Naturally, Light elemental or holy creatures are immune to this attack, but nothing else unless it can create a magical shield of some kind.
Appearance: *Picture to come later *
Vaskalen has a hole near the base of its blade form an attack on it a long time ago. The hole is almost perfectly circular and there are small cracks surrounding it. The guard of the sword had four claws that extend down and coincidentally, are close to the hole in the blade. The grip has several green bands that look like snakes going around it. Finally, the pommel is a simple point at the end of the grip. Vaskalen’s scabbard is a sky blue colour with golden trim. This is because God turned the scabbard holy in an attempt to stop the sword from freeing itself.
Personality: Vaskalen, being a sword made for Satan, shares many of the same traits as his former master. One of the biggest being that it is malevolent to any creature living or dead. When the blade was forced into exile in the mortal universe, it developed a deep-seated hatred for its former master. Moreover, during its exile Vaskalen grew sadistic as revenge fantasies ran through its imagination. When it was finally released, the Demon Blade became dead set in its goal: To create a Hell on Earth in which it stood as King, to topple both Heaven and its master’s Hell. Because of this goal, the Sword of Hellfire became selfish in addition to being malevolent and sadistic.
Three years had passed since the Great Uprising, an event that had brought much suffering to the ones who followed the angel know as Lucifer. However, the resolve of these fallen angels had never been stronger since their master unveiled a plan to invade the place they once called home. Since that day, deep in the bowels of Hell, the craftsman had been hard at work preparing all the equipment. The crown jewel of which, would be the sword created for their master.
The small, green lizard-like demon rushed past the hordes of other fallen angels clutching a long wooden box. Long had he worked on this, his finest blade. All that hard work was about to pay off, as he was sure he would please his master with his creation. The long trek to the Dark Palace was nearly over, the lizard demon finally making it to the top of the brimstone hill. From the top of the hill, the small demon could see the Palace in its entirety. In the middle of a lake of fire, the Fortress made even the demon shiver slightly in fear. What if his master hated the sword? Would he kill the lizard? Or worse, banish him to the sulfur pits?
The wind began to pick up, casting ash down his throat. He quickened his pace to make up for time he had lost earlier in the journey. At the foot of the Castle sat a small village, home to some of the most vile and deadly demons in all of Hell. However, at the city entrance two monstrous bull-like demons waited for him, they then escorted him, and his valuable cargo, through the slum of a city, unscathed.
The creature made its way through the enormous castle, taking in all of the scenery along the way. After nearly twenty minutes of traversing through the maze-like halls, the demon finally came to the last set of stairs. He licked his scaly lips in anticipation as he ascended the red stone stairs to the Grand Throne Room, stopping at its huge black doors to take in the horrifying beauty of it. On either side stood a massive red dragon, guarding the doors to the King of the Underworld.
The over-grown lizard gave the two dragons a shallow nod. They then returned the gesture, turned their backs on the demon and knocked on the great doors a total of three times, each making a booming echo that shook the small creature to his very bones. The doors then opened, blood-red light spilling forth as though from a wound. The lizard-demon sheepishly walked beyond the threshold, clutching the package in its claws.
On top of the massive, demonic throne in the room sat the King of the Underworld. He was a beast of unimaginable horror and malevolence, able to kill any demon or evil dragon at the drop of a stalactite. As the miniscule lizard approached the leviathan, it could fell the sheer power his master possessed course throughout his bones, like a chilling winter’s wind.
“Right on time,” spoke the King of the Hell. His very voice possessed incredible power, strong enough to match that of the one who had caused both the lizard and his master to live in these unsavory conditions. There were also several other frightening beasts in the room, probably planning for the impending war. “Now show me the blade which is to be mine, and which will assist us in the war to come.”
“Yes, Milord,” voiced the demon with an obvious tint of fear. He placed the box on the red-gem incrusted table in front of the massive throne and opened the box. Inside lay a sword of such strength that it seemed to glow a colour that matched the King’s skin perfectly.
The Demon Lord took hold of the sword and gave it a few test swings. Satisfied, he lowered the tip slightly and smirked saying; “Good work. Just the kind of quality I expected from you, Gratech.” The small lizard demon known as Gratech grinned from ear to scaly ear upon hearing how happy his master was with the blade he had worked for so long to make.
“Um, Sir. You said you would give me a reward if I made a sword you liked, sir,” whispered the demon.
“That I did,” replied the Devil. “Your reward for creating such a powerful blade is this: You will be its first victim.” The Master of shadows then thrust the sword into what would have been the demons heart, the expression of shock still etched on his face. He died in instantly. After a few seconds, the limp body began to glow, then slowly dissolved into the sword.
The red gem in the center of the guard began to shine blood red, causing several intricate lines to appear on the entire guard of the sword. The King of the Underworld, knowing what had just transpired, spoke to the sword, as though it could hear, “My blade of Hellfire, what name do you chose for yourself?”
To the astonishment of everyone in the room, a voice comparable to that of the Devil came as if from nowhere. “Let my name strike terror in the hearts of both men and angel, for from this day forth I shall be known as … Vaskalen.”
Several months later, all of Hell knew of the creation of Vaskalen: The Hellfire Sword. With this new, terrible blade in their possession, the armies of Hell felt confident that they would win in the battle to come with those who exiled them. During this time, the sword had learnt the extent of its powers; however, it unexpectedly began to develop a mind of its own. Hoping to stop it from choosing the “wrong” path, the King of the Underworld influenced it as if it had so many others, although it was not needed.
Soon came the day the armies of Hell would invade the realm they had been rejected from, Heaven.
“My fellow outcasts,” addressed the Devil to his vast army. “Had it not been for the angels that alerted God of our revolutionary ideas, we would be the ones enjoying paradise, and not those inferior beings that put us down here! Our trials have only made us stronger, and today we shall take our rightful place as the rulers of the mortal and spiritual world, using our hardships as our drive for victory!” To that, all two billion demons in the army erupted in a defining roar of approval. “Now,” continued Satan, “On to the gates of Heaven!”
Suddenly, a massive gate made from bones appeared to the multitude of demons, opening to the gates of Heaven. The massive army began to march through this massive gate, eager to take the guards by surprise and capture the Golden Throne Room, the place where the almighty himself governed all of existence.
“You suck at making speeches,” voiced Vaskalen to his wielder.
“At least I am a better public speaker then you, Vaskalen,” replied the devil.
The Sword of Hellfire did not say another word, for it knew its master was correct.
The first real war in Heaven raged for days afterwards. The forces of Hell were unable to penetrate the inner walls that separated them from their goal. Satan and his generals, along with Vaskalen, met to formulate a plan to breach the innermost wall. Together they came up with a plan so perfect, in their opinion, that they felt they could not fail. However, they would never anticipate that God had planned for this by having a sword of his own made.
After a successful breach of the wall, the Devil and his army came face to face with their polar opposites. It was also then that Vaskalen learned the name of its rival sword, Himotarien. Throughout the battle, the two swords and their masters battled furiously for control over the universe. However, just as the battle seemed to favor that of evil, an angel shot a holy arrow at the King of Hell. Fortunately, the arrow missed. Unfortunately, however, it hit Vaskalen near the base of its blade.
The holy arrow created a big, nearly perfectly circular hole in Vaskalen. Suddenly, the sword found itself weakened exponentially; the red gem in the center of its guard ceased glowing. Consequently, the intricate red lines also vanished. Furthermore, the Hellfire Sword could no longer use any of its most powerful moves.
Predictably, because of the loss of his weapons power, the armies of Hell were vanquished and sent back to their realm. However, to prevent this from happening again, God met with Satan one last time to go over the details of the defeat. Vaskalen would never forget this moment.
The two forces sat on either side of a long, marble table. The damaged Vaskalen and its opposite Himotarien, lay side by side closer to the others master then their own. For days the two forces discussed what was to become of their blades, since the defeat meant decommissioning the arms of both sides. However, the stubborn Devil caved in to the demands of God. Both of them would hide the others’ sword in the mortal world so that the rest of the universe, not just earth, would know good from evil.
God stretched his arm across the table and took hold of Vaskalen’s scabbard. The black coloured and ruby encrusted sheath turned sky blue and gold trimmed after the holy one uttered a small chant. He then took Vaskalen by the grip and sheathed it. The Hellfire sword was left speechless. Was this really happening? Was its master really going to let his enemy dispose of it like this?
A stone chest appeared on the table were the blade once lay. Vaskalen tried with all its might to tell his master to stop this, but the words failed to come out. Later, the sword would realize that God suspended its ability to speak until it was secure inside the chest. Nevertheless, that wouldn’t stop the Demon Blade from developing a deep hatred for its former master. Never would it forget looking at his unemotional face as the lid of the chest slammed shut.
Many millennia passed as Vaskalen lay inside the stone chest. It had no Idea where the its stone prison was, but as the years began to blend together it did not matter. Trapped within it’s small confines, the Hellfire sword began to plan its revenge on the one it had once called “Master.” In addition, the sword also formed the ideal that all extremes, most of which were good and evil, must be eliminated in order for the blade to find any peace for itself. Even if it meant destroying countless souls in the process. Furthermore, the sword developed a series of new, less powerful attacks in order to survive in the mortal realm once someone found it. Thankfully, after seven hundred thousand years of being imprisoned, a small satanic cult would uncover it. Then its plan could commence.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” sounded the voice of the cult leader. “Today the unholy one has blessed our endeavor to purge the world of all the religious scum. For before you in this stone chest lies the sword which all holy men fear, behold my brethren, the sword of the devil himself, Vaskalen!”
The foolish man then opened the great stone chest with relative ease. Apparently, God was convinced no mortal would ever find the chest, or its contents. For the first time in eons the sword saw light, being removed from its prison. The man then lifted the sword into the air, showing off its demonic beauty. However, before another word could be uttered, fate got in Vaskalen’s way. The police stormed the building in which the cult had assembled, arrested all inside, and locked Vaskalen as evidence.
Some months later, the cult members stood trial. The sword, as evidence, was displayed on a long table in front of the Judge’s bench. The Hellfire Blade knew it would need a wielder, but none of the people in the courthouse looked like they could handle a sword very well. All it would need though, is some time.
One of the members of the Jury seemed to have a very weak conscience; just what Vaskalen needed for its first host. He was a slender, weak man, but until the Demon Blade could find someone better he would have to do. After all, he was light which meant he could run fast.
With its target chosen, Vaskalen began a small mental attack on the man. Hello there, said the blade to the man in his mind. The man was startled; it was not every day that one hears voices. He promptly dismissed it as a hallucination and turned his attention back to the trial. You know you want me, continued the sword, this time in a female voice. Just take me and I can give you anything you want. Just name it and I can help you get it.
Anything? Inquired the man.
Anything, responded the blade.
The man stayed still for only a few seconds after that before he bounded from the Jury and rushed toward the sword. He had only just gotten to the table before the bailiffs caught him. However, he had already grabbed hold of the sword. They want to take away your greatness, said Vaskalen. Kill them.
The man drew the Demon sword form its scabbard and stabbed both the bailiffs in the stomach. Other police officers rushed in to see the sight before them. Leave no witnesses. Kill them all! The man complied quite easily with the swords will, and within ten minutes slew everyone in the courthouse, especially the cult members.
Since that day, Vaskalen has gone through 100 wielders, unlocking one of its old per-mortal specials, Diabolic Blast. Today, the Sword of Evil continues to ravage everyplace it visits in an attempt to complete its goal and get its revenge on both God and Satan.
Hair: Long auburn hair that falls to her waist in loose waves. If she wants to, it will alter to match her surroundings. For example, if she were in a forest it would turn to dark brown and greens with leafy patterns imprinted upon it. This is due to her Chaos side.
Eyes: Left is sapphire blue and right is ruby red Weight: 76kg Height: 5ft7”
Weapon: The Suppressor: A long thin blade with an ornate hand guard that swirls up the blade. The blade is made of sharp, clear crystal that cannot break and is extremely sharp along any edge. Runes are inscribed along the length of the blade. This blade is essential to Kyralie keeping herself humane. Whenever she does a good deed a blue mark appears along the edge of the blade, when she does something bad a red mark appears. When she reaches 10 blue marks her Sadistic form takes control and when red the Berserker side is dominant. Only when she cancels out a deed will she be able to maintain her balance.
The sword also has a compulsion spell within it, urging her to lash out and balance the scales of her debt; disregarding whatever situation she may be in at the time.
The Reaper: A long ornate scythe. Its blade is made of the same hard crystal as the Sword. Along the staff are metal vines that snake their way down the entire length. At the bottom is a spike like that on a sphere, which can be used to jab at opponents coming up from behind.
It is a scythe used to collect souls from that battlefield and store them until they are released at the gates of the Over world. When Kyralie is in her normal form it glows with a clean white light, yet in her other forms it shines with their respective colours.
When used in battle it tugs at the surrounding souls, urging them to give themselves up and surrender to the paradise that awaits them at the end of their lives.
Armour: She wears a silver breastplate that links over her left shoulder, which has a shoulder guard. Her left arm is armoured with intricate metalwork, reminescent of vines snaking along her arm. Due to the nature of such a metal it is bendable but still hard and connecting the vines is a thin layer of more such metal, encasing her arm in it.
Her right arm is bare of armour and is free for her to use her sword or scythe. Her boots have armour attached up to her knees with vines snaking up her legs to prevent them being hacked off.
Her legs are armoured in the way her left arm is, the armour seeming more like jewelry than defence.
Strengths: Due to her Valkyrie and Chaos sides she is proficient with all weapons but prefers her sword and scythe. She also has the ability to turn into two different forms, the Sadist and the Berserker. Each form has its own strengths and weaknesses, discussed under each respectively.
Weakness: After turning into either of her alternate forms she will fall unconscious, requiring an hour to regain her senses. When she does she will have vague recollections of whatever atrocities she has committed, what few memories she has will haunt her and plague her with what she doesn’t remember.
Everything she does that interacts with other people is countable to her Karmic Debt – for every good deed she does she must do something evil and vice versa. She must always deliberate on what battles to fight and whether she has slighted someone unintentionally.
Her fear of spirits interferes with her task of collecting souls and hinders her in battle, as she does not wish to be accountable for another soul she has to collect.
Skills/Magic: In her normal form Kyralie can use her Valkyrie and Chaos powers in battle. Valkyrie Inheritance: Soul Reaping: She can collect the souls of the dead and bring them up to the Over world’s gates. Flying: She does have four wings on her back that allow her to fly and carry one other person if she tries hard enough. Like her hair, her wings can change to help her camouflage if she wraps them around herself. Animal Affinity: She has an affinity to ravens and wolves that are the scavengers of war. Her skill allows her to summon them if they are within range and to communicate with them as well. Shape Shift: Kyralie can also turn into either a raven or a wolf. However she cannot stay in such a form, if she goes over an hour the magic pains her, slowly forcing her to revert back to normal or face the implications of pent up magic going wild. Chaos Lord: Luck: Casting a luck spell causes a random quirk of fate to occur that will act in her favour. Can only be used once a day. 50/50: Chance of something un/helpful will occur Chaotic Sphere: A globe full of bright lights surrounds the opponent, dazzling and confusing them and allowing Kyralie and other not within the spell to take advantage of the opponents distraction.
The armour is malleable around her arms and legs like vines, allowing her to move freely and strong enough to prevent people from slicing her leg off, though it can’t do anything if they stab between the vines.
Personality: She does enjoy talking with people when she loosens up and is friendly to people she meets, unfortunately is she does something to help them she compulsively does something bad, like knocking over market stalls or tripping people. This causes people to regard her as a prankster or as someone mean spirited, not knowing those are the nicer ways of paying back karmic debt. If she wanted to she could easily kill someone to repay the debt.
The thing that stops her from doing so is her persistence in not wanting more souls to collect and she does her best to make sure none appear in her vicinity by trying to stop fights.
Due to her childhood she has moments of low self esteem and these are enhanced by the haunting images of the massacres dealt by her hand and the souls she collects.
Her mother was a Valkyrie and her father was a lord of Chaos. Due to this pairing, even though her mother was technically dead, the chaotic nature of her father allowed a child to be carried to full term within her mother, thus creating Kyralie.
This conflict of life and death affected her, her heart becoming half ice and half flame. The icy nature reflected that of her mother, who was dead and therefore had lost her connection with her higher emotions. Her father’s nature was chaotic, full of life and spontaneity and creating the fiery nature of her heart. Unfortunately such things are rarely easy to live with, Kyralie having to learn straight away how to keep her hearts in balance lest she live her life in passion or indifference.
To this end her father gifted her with a sword, the Suppressor. The sword withheld her darker nature, allowing her time to balance the scales rather than switching back and forth between the two states indefinitely.
To allow her to survive her childhood it was agreed that she would be contained in sleep for 150 years, allowing her body to grow til her eighteenth year and then stopping its growth for the remaining length of time.
While in her sleep she was educated on her role as a Valkyrie and Chaos lord, learning from the memories of various warriors and Chaos sorcerers on how to fight and cast spells.
However all was not well. Only her father seemed to approve of his accidental daughter, indeed, her mother had been furious to discover she was with child and had wanted her killed at birth. Instead a deal was struck, Kyralie would live and after she was born her mother would have nothing more to do with her.
Even the attention of the father was not enough though. His attention wavered, always being pulled by the chaotic vibrations in the various realms. It wasn't in his nature to remain fixed to one thing so it was not surprising that his curiousity in what powers his daughter would have would wane, that eventually his visits and thoughts would grow fewer until Kyralie was alone with only vague memories.
When she finally awoke she was given the period of a week to acclimatise herself to the body she inhabited before being sent down into the world to fulfil her duties as a Valkyrie. Yet those childhood memories haunted her, causing her to question her existance and whether or not she was trully meant to live. Her demonic natures within her made her doubt her reason for life and she struggles with herself, trying to keep herself afloat in a world where she knows no one and has never been treated a kind word or a loving touch from a parent.
Every day she strives to find a way to balance her two halves, to make herself whole in the hopes that doing so will redeem herself in her mothers eyes. It was a long concluded fact that love from her father would always be erratic, but it was there.
Kyralie searched for a way to make herself normal, to be accepted by others and to raise her self-worth so that she wouldn't give in to the whispering of her scythe that turned its temptations of giving up upon her when she was at her lowest.
Hair: Becomes a pale cold blue that is straight and hangs in sharp spikes around her face and down to her waist. Ice and frost glitter among her locks, adding the illusion that her hair is made of ice.
Eyes: Both eyes become sapphire blue to indicate her Sadist side is dominant.
Weapon Preferred: The Suppressor
Fighting style: In her Sadistic form she prefers minimalist movements, using sidesteps to evade and occasionally using her sword to divert the enemy’s blade, not directly confronting it.
If not staying still she circles her opponent, using quick strikes to leave painful wounds that aren’t themselves lethal. She slowly inflicts more wounds to bleed her opponent out or she incapacitates them bit-by-bit, disabling one limb at a time and pro longing the death.
Weakness: The Sadist has the habit of underestimating her opponents. Due to her Chaos side she is stronger than normal humans and has the belief that none can reach her skill at death art. Because of this she prolongs the deaths enough that her enemy can strike back. Her arrogance causes her to overlook the passion in her enemies, a passion she doesn’t understand due to her cold heartedness, and therefore she doesn’t understand the strength those who have it can call upon. This also causes confusion to her, again leaving an opening to her opponent to take advantage of. Yet another side effect of her arrogance is that mid way in the battle she becomes careless, tending to forget her opponents strength and not evading far enough to avoid injury.
Due to her affinity with Ice, Fire is a major weakness to Kyralie in this form. Warmth makes her uncomfortable, hence the temperature she creates around herself to keep from becoming too warm.
Skills/Magic: Only in the Sadistic form can she use Ice magic. A natural state for her in this form is to have her immediate surroundings at near sub-zero temperatures. However, in her forms magic is used rarely. Rather than using her stronger attacks she instead uses her minor magics of Freeze and Ice Darts to Icy Coffin. There is also the consideration that Kyralie does whatever she can to avoid turning into her other forms- when she is normal she can't use these spells. Icy Coffin: The enemy is captured in a block of ice that slowly fills up, letting them know they are being frozen alive and finally encasing them completely, their faces a mask of pain, fear and helplessness. The problem with this is the fact that since it does take so long to fill up, while a thin layer of ice does trap them within, it is thin enough that they can smash their way through if they don't let panic set in. This attack is also one of her strongest and can't be used often, nor does she like to, thinking it an admittance to weakness on her part. Freeze: Ice forms from the ground to encase the enemy’s feet, keeping them locked in place for Kyralie to attack at her whim, usually with Ice Darts. Ice Darts: Darts of ice that range in size from hand darts to being as thick as an arm. Used as a long-range projectile, generally to slowly torture people caught with Freeze. Frozen Lake: The top layer of ground is frozen over to create a slippery surface to place the enemy at a disadvantage.
Other spells depend upon Kyralie’s imagination and how she adapts them to the battle.
Personality: To the Sadist, death is a slow art if it is to be fully appreciated by both the killer and the victim.
The Sadist is the cold half of Kyralie’s heart, the half ruled by cool logic, icy regard and complete self-control. When in this form she is the cold-hearted killer, an efficient killing machine that ruthlessly torments her enemies with pain and suffering before administering the final blow. The Sadist rarely speaks and when she does it is with contempt and little other emotion.
The Sadist disregards passionate conversations, thinking that those ruled by their emotions are baffling and beneath her regard.
When not summoned up during a battle, as is mostly the case the Sadist prefers to travel quietly through towns, perhaps lingering over any intelligent novels in a bookstore.
Hair: Flame red, falls to her waist in a riot of curls. Much of it is pulled into thin braids to restrain the mass of hair during a battle. Sparks dance around her hair as well, especially when she drags a hand through it- the friction seems to create more sparks.
Eyes: Both eyes become ruby red to show her Berserker side is dominant.
Weapon Preferred: The Reaper
Fighting Style: Like the name suggests this form goes berserk in battle, glorying in carnage and bloodshed. In Berserk mode, Kyralie’s speed in enhanced but is used only to dash for enemies. Upon reaching them the Berserker tears into them with enhanced strength, laying waste to everyone in a fast-paced, deadly dance with the Reaper harvesting souls. Whether it is used to slice enemies or to throw them back, the Reaper is used to deadly effect, its wide arcs leaving bodies in its wake.
Unlike the Sadist the Berserker makes fast work of enemies, preferring to maul them and mutilate the bodies with a frenzy of fast slashes as opposed to time.
Weakness: Stamina for the Berserker is low; she expends high amounts of energy where less would have been more effective. Due to the preference of the scythe in this form, if an enemy gets within her guard she is vulnerable until she can get more space between them – close combat is not a strong point for the Berserker, although she will lash out with a strong kick or knee to try driving them away.
The Berserker allows her passions to rule her mind, responding quickly to insult, allowing her to be drawn into battles that could be against her from the start. She will also make irrational decisions that could be costly.
Due to the affinity with fire, water magic is the Berserkers weakness. Her body temperature is higher than usual and cooling her down causes her responses to become sluggish and awkward.
Skills/Magic: Only in her Berserker form can Kyralie use fire magic. Like her nature, the Berserker uses spells that will kill quickly and rarely uses them, preferring to get into the thick of things. There is also the consideration that Kyralie does whatever she can to avoid turning into her other forms- when she is normal she can't use these spells. Incinerate: A spout of hot fire shoots from the ground beneath the enemy, burning them to a crisp in a blaze of glory. this attack once summoned can't be re-directed. The opponent will be forewarned by the fact that the air around such a place will turn deep rimson and the earth beneath will tremble in a circle the circumference of the attack. This attack is used rarely and only if there is sufficient fire or heat within the ground to summon. Then again, in Berserker form she niether has the time or inclination to use spells, if she has to use magic she prefers fireballs, leaving Incinerate and Flame Cage alone. Flame Cage: A cage of fire springs up around the opponent, burning them inside. The heat can be adjusted so as to capture people without harm. Fire Ball: Has to have a long-range fire attack, even a generic fireball that can range in size from fitting in the palm of a hand to as big as a boulder.
Again other spells depend on the situation and the imagination of the spell caster.
Personality: The Berserker is a creature of impulse and passions, created by the burning half of Kyralie’s heart.
When in battle she will be in the thick of things, swinging a scythe dripping in gore and blood. Outside of battle she is a tempestuous woman, her emotions swinging wildly depending on what is happening around her and how people are interacting with her.
Unlike the Sadist the Berserker does have a sense of humour and likes hanging around bars, enjoying the loud atmosphere and volatile passions of the people within. She is quick to anger and will easily rise to a killing frenzy if she feels insulted but can quickly die down if distracted by something.
Name: Richard Bremington
Nickname/Title/Alias: The Adamant Alchemist
Hair: Sandy Brown
Weight: 142 lbs.
Theme Song: The Art of Breaking by Thousand Foot Krutch (Amv contains FMA spoilers)
Weapon: Any weapon he creates using alchemy or just happens to find in his vicinity.
Armor: Any armor he creates using alchemy or just happens to find in his vicinity.
Strength: Richard is a proficient weapons user, and is also stronger, faster, and has more endurance and jumping ability than most people. A master of rhetoric and conversation, the young man can make someone believe almost anything he wants them to and gain their trust in just a matter of minutes. Thinking much more often and faster than most people ever do, Richard uses logic and inferences to achieve his goals and find out things about his surroundings. An adept alchemist, Richard knows many transmutations, both for battle and non-combat situations. Charming and mysterious in public, Richard is good at catching or avoiding peoples’ attention (depending on what he wants in the situation), and is also known for transmuting his uniform into the clothes of commoners to avoid detection. A skilled survivor, he knows how to live in rough areas and knows how to find his way back to civilization should he get lost.
Weakness: Richard needs to draw transmutation circles to perform alchemy, but to do so he must use either chalk (and a flat surface) or a paper and pencil (which breaks very often, to the annoyance of Richard). Without that, he is almost useless as a fighter, except for his above-average physical abilities and weapons skills. He does not carry a casual weapon (such as a sword), for he rather forms his weapons using alchemy, which leaves him at a disadvantage against foes who carry many weapons on hand. His diamond-based alchemy requires him to use (and only use) the fine carbon powder he possesses in a pouch in his uniform. Should he run out of the powder or lose it in any way he cannot use his diamond-based alchemy as efficiently as before.
Magic/Skills: Alchemy- Being an alchemist, Richard knows in grand detail the powers of alchemy at his disposal. He has been seen using a wide range of transmutations, ranging from creating temporary armors to perform almost-magical feats such as turning a pile of sand into a hard-glass spear. However, his most famous use of alchemy is to create weapons made of diamond, which he achieves with the aid of fine carbon powder kept in light pouch in his uniform. However, to perform this alchemy Richard must make a transmutation circle, which he does with the aid of a stick of chalk kept in his pocket and even a paper and pencil (which he became famous for as well). Drawing circles ranging in complexity from a square in a circle to circles remarkably similar to Fruit of Life (a mystic Kabbalistic symbol) or the Pentagram, Richard has been known to perform alchemy on a whim and without restraint.
The alchemic light that is produced when Richard performs alchemy is usually yellow, due to his wider range of alchemic skills that does not focus on one specific part of alchemy. Richard incorporates certain strategies when using alchemy, such as keeping a collection of papers with transmutation circles on them, so he can use his abilities as quickly and efficiently as possible. The most common transmutation circle he uses is two overlapping perfect triangles (one slightly larger than the other) circumscribed within two circles, which he uses for general alchemy. Although his style is flashy and graceful at times, Richard can use daunting transmutations against powerful foes (which he rarely does even against those kind of opponents).
Personality: If there’d be one phrase that could describe Richard fully it’d be the foolhardy yet witty pacifist. A peace-lover at heart, Richard is an expert at negotiations and rhetoric, especially when it comes to avoiding and conflict. Although he became a State Alchemist mainly for researching the one thing he loves (alchemy), the young man occasionally sees the battlefield, only to be shocked and shaken by the bloodshed he encounters. It’s partly a miracle Richard made it this far in life, but when combat is imminent he is usually attempts avoiding it or dealing a cheap blow to prevent a lethal fight from occurring. Seeing the safety of other more important than his own, Richard has been known to put himself on the line for his comrades and even strangers very often.
A benevolent soul, Richard is very caring and friendly, but when he is angered he can do or say things to those he cares for and will most often regret later. Always thinking he’s looking for truths no one’s ever cared for, he has a sense of pride in his quest for knowledge and wisdom of the world. Richard tries to gain the trust of every person he meets, including those he knows to be enemies, which seems to be one of his greatest tactics at avoiding a fight. Seeing war as a foolish attempt to solve problems between people and nations, the young alchemist always looks for peaceful resolutions before resorting to violence. A man who appreciates beauty and elegance, Richard has been occasionally seen flirting with young women (much to the chagrin of his female comrade Alexis), which usually gets him in trouble.
Biography: "I was born for alchemy, I live for alchemy, and I shall die for alchemy."
That was the motto of the prominent State Alchemist Douglas Bremington. However, that motto would change once he became a father, and it would become the motto for his son once he would grow up to be a State Alchemist as well. Richard Bremington was a very odd child to say the least, and his curiosity about the world would bring him to become fascianted with alchemy, the chief science of Amestris.
Growing up, Richard was put into a private school by his father, who wanted his son to be very intelligent and have a high-ranking job in the military. However, it seemed that Richard had other plans, but he wouldn't realize this till he realized he was gifted with the ability to use logic and reasoning many times more efficiently than most people. At age 7, Richard had deduced the laws of alchemy merely by watching how his father boiled water up for dinner once, and learned how to use alchemy to dye his hair a dark black. However, his intelligence would catch the attention of the Military, and he would become enrolled into a military academy at age 10. There, he learned the basics of alchemy (which he had discovered on his own in just a few months at age 8) and learned to use both hand for writing and drawing transmutation circles on a number of surfaces.
While at the academy, Richard met a young girl by the name of Alexis Harrison, who was the daughter of a well-known politician and commander. The two met, however, under extremely unlucky circumstances: Richard accidentally spilled water on the floor of the hallways, causing her to slip and get hurt. The young boy helped her up (and was injured himself by the girl's fist) and attempted to make it up to the girl. Alexis did not accept his apology, but would later become good friends with Richard and become amazed at his amazing abilities of deduction and logic.
When Richard was 13, he discovered the full potential of his abilities: he could use his logic and inference skills to find out information on his own, use his latent rhetoric and conversation skills to find out information from others, and use his social skills to blend in with crowds and go places without being detected. He kept these skills secret from those that knew him, and did a very good job of it. Although he was on serious watch by the government mainly for being a high-ranking State Alchemist’s son, Richard managed to keep most of his ‘secret’ life out of the view of others.
At age 15, Richard’s personality had changed drastically from that of the curious young boy to the witty and intelligent teenager. Against war, Richard had become a pacifist and refused to fight in any war Amestris wages; he would resent any training with weapons such as guns and would reject any offers to join the army’s ranks. Although many people couldn’t realize Richard as pacifist, some suspected him being frail and non-violent, that is, until they got on his bad side. Quickly becoming fonder of alchemy, Richard began to have some sort of obsession with the art, going to the point of spending hours at the Central Library reading books on advanced alchemy. This behavior, which was partly a pastime and partly a tactic Richard used to make people recommend him to become a State Alchemist like his father, was very effective in his plan to become what his father was.
Taking the test at age 16 and passing with relative ease, Richard had become what he dreamed of being years ago: a State Alchemist. His rank allowed him to have access to thousands of files of research on alchemy, which Richard used to make his alchemic abilities reach their fullest potential outside of the battlefield. Although he had abilities that would make him very powerful on the battlefield, Richard only requested from the Military to have a near-constant supply of fine and compressed pure carbon powder. Although no one understood why he requested such a material, Richard was granted what he wanted. In just a matter of five months, the young man had learned how to turn carbon into diamond with ease.
A month later, Richard discovered that Alexis had become a Military Officer, and they were placed on the same squad (which was done by request of Richard’s father). Their relationship started to drift towards a casual friendship, and during this time period Richard had turned into the cunning, mysterious, and charming young man with a brain as sharp as the diamond weapons he forged. Although he was popular for his charisma and flirty personality, Richard was also known for his benevolence and kindness towards strangers, even those who did not trust him due to his occupation. Once, when he was stationed in Ishbal, Richard found a group of dying and sick Ishbalans and used his alchemy to treat them and bring them back to full health.
When he turned 17, Richard delved deeper into alchemy, and discovered that they’re many different forms of alchemy that even State Alchemists didn’t recognize existed. These different forms focused on travel and displacement, and Richard focused his attention to a specific transmutation said to transport the user to a different world. After some more research and attempts to find ways to control such a transmutation, Richard performed the transmutation, which sent him to a world unlike his own. He realized that the world he came to was unaware of the full potential of alchemy, and he set out to try and discover more about the world he was in.
Richard’s quest into a brand new world would begin, and he would come into conflict with forces he never could’ve realized existed…
B]Name: Kratis(originally known as Rodo)[/B] Age:22 years old
Eyes: Dark Blue
Hair : Long black hair that goes down to his shoulders.
Weight: 150 pounds(without equipment)
Height: 6 feet 2 inches
Armor: His only armor is his cloak, which is resistant to fire and can take a few arrow shots before being pierced. His mask is made of a deities pure energy so therefore it is breakable only by another deities power.
Weapon: The swords name is unknown, but its shape is a black scimitar with a ruby at the end of the hilt. The sword has basically three forms. Normal: This is the form he is in without draining energy. Fire Phoenix: For each day, Kratis can be in this form 6 minutes for each hour after dawn. This form will cover Kratis and his sword in fire. In essence this makes Kratis a flaming person. His speed will be increased by a fourth of his normal speed. Light Phoenix: Kratis himself becomes a blinding white figure. This form can only happen at exactly noon. In this form he will be in a sleep and an entity will take over. In this way, the form will move at a speed too fast for most people's eyes to register it attacking everything (even if its not alive) ) randomly. Kratus chooses to rarely use this because of hurting others or the fact that if he is injured during this form, he will probably die. If he survives, he will be knocked out.
Time: Kratis strength is in the sun. During night time, he can not cast any of his skills (excluding time hole) and is the average speed of a warrior. During the day however, as the sun rises, so does his skills strength and speed. During the day he gets faster and faster. At midnight he is very weak, weaker than most people. At noon he can move so fast he appears to be a blur. During the day, his speed matches that of a werewolf.
Strengths: Speed: Besides using the skills during the day, his overall speed will also increase allowing him to dodge and parry most of his attackers attacks. Being a normally fast person, that means that he can attack his opponents very quickly.
-Skills: All his skills are quite powerful and can even kill some people in one hit. .However, they have drawbacks.(check weaknesses area).Sun Clones however has no drawbacks aside from being weaker. The clones allow him to attack from all sides at the same time
-Flames: His flames can harm melee fighters and be deadly to ice and earth fighters.
-Blade: His blade is inhuman and therefore can slice through most types of steel if hit in the same spot a number of times.
Skills: When enveloped in the star, he gained speed that of a shooting star(not really). This also gave him the heat of the sun.
--Fire blast: Summons a fireball from the sky to attack his opponents.
--Fire Boost: This will increase Kratis's speed by 1/2 for a certain amount of time by adding fire boost to his body. However, the flames will allow the enemy to see Kratis fairly easily.
--Fire whirlwind: Kratis will spin his sword and create a fire whirlwind at the enemy which can move.( can only be used in fire phoenix)
--Time hole: Can alter time itself and for 1 minute, causing night to be noon. However, the skill needs to be done very quickly, so Kratis has a 50% chance of messing up or not finishing the spell which will drain all energy.
--Fire Waves: Kratis can project 5 waves of fire the length of his sword at the enemy in rapid succession. This can be used as many times as Kratis can withstand the energy releases.(Can only be used in fire phoenix)
--Scorching Slash: Kratis can choose not use Light Phoenix and use Scorching Slash which will project a giant flame wave, but the wave is only two feet wide. This move can be used 3 times during noon to 1 before he is tired out. This skill will immediately scorch the enemy if hit.
--Sun Clones: Kratis will reflect of the sun's power with his sword creating 4 clones which are each an 1/8 of his power. This skill can be used once a day.
Weaknesses: Water: When in flame or light phoenix form, he is weakened by water attacks that can slow him down, drain energy, or even knock Kratis out of the form.
Time: During night he is fast, but slow compared to his speed during the day. He is weak and open to attacks during night. Skills: His skills are quite powerful and no one doubts that. However, here are the drawbacks. His skills can only be used during the day. Scorching Slash, only being two feet wide, is very inaccurate if they are in an open field. Time hole is very risky and if you fail, the skill will backfire. Fire blast, hole, and whirlwind require time to kick in. This allows enemies to dodge the skills. Strength: Sadly, the sun only happens to give Kratis speed. So in the unlikely case he is hit by a strong enemy, he could be knocked out due to his weak body structure.
Appearance: Kratis wears a black cloak with a necklace with a dagger on it. Under the cloak is his hair and a mask he never takes off (unless on rare occasions). The mask is plain white with thin eye holes. On each side is 3 red streaks, as if whiskers. He wears a plain black shirt and black pants. His hands are covered in black gloves.
Personality: Ironically, someone with sun powers is strangely non happy(if that's how you say it). He has a quick temper and will easily be tempted into battle. The silent type, he makes few friends and does not talk much. He mostly keeps to himself. The friends he does make, he can talk to like his old friends. His friends nowadays are depended on two things. Personality, and skill at the sword (or weapon of some sort) He respects other humans and elves. The only creatures he is hesitant to fight are dragons. He loves to fight against anything except dragons and especially demons. With some of his old self inside him, he will occasionally save towns from the tragedy that happened to his own. His temper is so huge; he may draw his sword for a remark on how wimpy he fights. He will immediately try to kill anyone who makes fun of his past, friends, or where he came from.
Bio: Kratis wondered why this kept happening to him. What you might ask? The fact that just because he saved a boy's life that people have been all over him. As he sighs he looks out the window and remembers the day that the sun was the same and the wind was blowing as well.....
Rodo was born in a village called Gonros. He was like any other boy. He was born to two parents whose names are unknown to this day. He didn't try very hard in school. He slacked of his chores. Even when he was 15 he was still a lazy bum. But he still had a lot of friends. He was a cheerful person who loved life. He always looked forward to the days he had with his friends. Then it happened. The sun was at its highest. The clouds lazily floated by while Rodo and his friends enjoyed the breeze. In a different world, a evil man called Gannondorf got hold of the Triforce. When he wished from the triforce, the power released was so immense it went to the world where Rodo lived. The tiny stream of energy came from out of the sun and struck Rodo. Then, the sun enveloped Rodo and he knew no more. While Rodo was in the beam, the aftermath of the sun brought the attention of demons around the world, who swarmed to that spot for a piece of the power. The villagers saw them coming and hid in their basements hoping they would go by.
7 years later when Link defeated Gannondorf, the beam finally shattered. Rodo looked around and was shocked by the world around him. The lazy plains he once knew were now ash and fire. The buildings were gone. The sky turned red. And the bones of his friends scattered across the wreckage. Then Rodo wept for days as he buried what was left of the dead.
Knowing he could not stay there, Rodo left for town to find food. When Rodo made it to a town ,Rodo hated everyone he met. They were all happy and laughing. He thought to himself" Why did this happen to me, why not someone else?" He saw how everyone had a friend and yelled in agony. He started running farther and farther away from his home until he could take it no more. Then he stumbled in a bar. With no food for days, he finally collapsed.
He awoke to the smell of pork and beef. He saw an old man in front of the fire watching the fire flicker. . “So, you have finally awakened.” He said. “I haven’t seen you in years. Remember me? It's Cros." Rodo remembered Cros very well. Cros at the time was a loner. Always running off and leaving school and playing pratical pranks. However, he was always good for the sword and when Rodo was 10, he left the village. Rodo was snapped back to reality by the old man's words." Times have changed. The sun that enveloped you has released score of demons in our land. If you are to survive, then follow me. Or you can leave and follow your own way." Cros got up to walk and left the tent. Rodo got up, and followed him. For days the cheerful scared little Rodo became faster and stronger. The man that once relaxed in the fields was now a full bred warrior. Cros noticed something different in Rodo than his other students. At night, Rodo would be weak. Yet at noon Rodo could even challenge Cros himself. He knew Rodo had only touched the tip of his power. For years they trained until Rodo could take on any challenger, day or night. The boy became so battle hardened that he wanted to fight people, almost like a bloodlust.
Then came the day Cros had to leave. Cros did not tell Rodo, but cast a spell on him to enter his innermost self hoping he had the endurance to survive. Rodo, meanwhile, in his dreams saw a figure of pure white." You have been touched by the Triforce and the sun" said the voice." However, if you can not pass the boundaries of a human, then you can not survive the challenges that await you. Nobody knows what happened in Rodo's mind. For days, the caretakers saw Rodo sweat and scream out in pain. Sometimes his skin would randomly get scorched. However, after the 7th day he awoke. He was more serious. He was formed into the man of seriousness he is today. They also noticed that he somehow had a sword in his hand. Then he left. before he left, this is the words the caretaker heard." I have barely passed the challenges and am weak. I shall train until the demons who destroyed my home are dead. I abandoned my friends. So until the day I succeed,, this mask will show my shame." He created a fireball in his hand and put steel in the fire. Then he struck the end of his sword on the steel and the house was lit on fire. As the caretaker ran out he saw that the steel was no longer there, but there was a mask. He picked up the mask, put it on, and left without a word.
However, he was still a life free fellow. He began to feel comfortable friends in another town and he was happy there. He spent months there, never removing the mask in public though. He began to grow comfortable. His best friend though reminded Rodo of the best friend he had years ago. His name was Crow. They were both swordsmen and orphans who wandered around trying to fulfill their goals. They had much in common and fought together. Crow was almost like a mentor, being faster than Rodo was. Rodo knew Crow was not unleashing his full strength in the fights, even though Rodo did. Rodo left the town for awhile to hunt demons. Then it happened. When Rodo was out hunting, a portal opened in the middle of town and a cloaked man stepped out. Then he unleashed demons upon the town. Rodo came just in time to see the masked figure step back into the portal. Fueled by rage, he prepared to kill. It was noon. Then Rodo did not know what was happening. He was becoming a figure of pure white. In his mind the skills he has today was revealed. Then he unleashed the Light Phoenix. When Rodo turned his back on the town after waking up, there was nothing left.
And so Rodo changed his name to Kratis, meaning to revenge in his hometown. He rarely makes any friends anymore thinking that if he had too many, the same things would happen. He is now an alone almost heartless figure who is silent and will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. He has 4 goals since that day. To eliminate all demons, to find Cros, to find Crow, and to find out who the masked man was. Now nobody knows what he does. Most people believe he travels in secrecy most of the time. Nowadays some say that their town is saved by a demon by a masked man with the speed of a horse. Others say they hear him saying that nothing will get in the way of him and the demons. Some even say they can see a figure of pure light speaking to him on the coldest of knights out in the middle of the plains. Whether these are true or not remains to this day, as he will do anything for people good or bad to kill demons and achieve his goals.
My last attempt was a complete failure, so I'm doing a better, detailed person.
Name: Exin Denama
Weapons: Exin weilds mostly staves of different elements. Each one allows him to weild a specific element. Will be later decribed in magic section. He also has a plain, ordinary dagger.
Strengths: Exin knows a ton of magic, and can use it at will. He reads a lot and knows even more. And a plus side is that he owns a pegasus, witch allows him to fly.
Weakness: Exin dosent do well against any weapon against him, he dosen't know the sword arts, so he can't dodge that well. As for his magic, he can't concentarte that well, so when he is attacked by other magic, Exins attack dissapates.
SKills and magic: His abilites depend on which staff he's using:
1. Eruption: Causes fire to rise from the ground
2. Ifrit summon: A ifrit appears for 30 seconds, and can only be used when Exin is at full strength.
3.: Basic fire control
WEAKNESS: against water
1. Earth quake, a massive earthquake shakes the area, casing cracks to appear.
2. Landslide: Causes a nearby mountain or hill to fall rocks down it's summit.
Can only be used near a mountain/ hill
3. Basic earth control.
1. Tsunami: a tidal wave rises up and sweeps the enemy.
2. Ice storm: Causes Icecicles to drop down.
3. Breathe under water: Can breathe underwater for a limted time.
4. Basic water control
Berserk: If oppents resistance is less than half of Exin's, he can cast a spell to make charge wildly.
Sleep: If the oppent appears to be tired, Exin makes him/her fall asleep on the spot
The spirit cuffs: Exin was given spirit cuffs as a child, witch binds his true power. If Exin breaks them, then a gaint, magical bird swoops up to hit the enemy, while the feathers give Exin a few abilites:
Beam of light: Exin jumps and fires a gaint, radiant light witch severly damages dark powered enemies.
FLight of the summons: Summons a gaint bird to grab an enemy and throw them back to the ground.
Starburst: Exin calls a shooting star to hit the enemy.
Appearnce: Exin is rather tall, with light blue eyes and fire-red hair. He's normally caring one of his staffs around.He always smiling when he's concentrating. He normally wears a red-green tunic and forest green shorts.
His fire staff is fire/ gold with a small orange orb at the top.
His earth staff is pure prown with a few cracks in it. A black orb rets on the top.
His water staff is sapphire blue with obsidain streaks threough it. A large sapphire is home to it.
Personallity:Exin cares about his friends, and will not let them get hurt. He sometimes can be a daredevil at helping people. He dosen't have many enemies, but the ones he does have, he scopes them out and destroy them.
Exin was born in an elven city of Deshan. His father was the king of the land, so Exin was expected to become heir
He was raised in learning everything from geography(Exin's worst subject) to stratgies of combat( Exin's best subject.)
As soon as he completed a subject fully, he would move on to another subject.
Magic was very hard for Exin to learn, at the beginning, Exin couldn't move a drop of water.
The head sage, knowing that if he failed to teach Exin, devised staffs in order to help him concentrate. THey worked perfectly and soon Exin was became a full-fledged mage.
On the days the he wasn't learning, his father would allow hm to listen in on royal matters. "It will help you to become a better kng" The king told him.
*2 years ago.*
A solider came dashing into a room where Exin and his father were conversing.
"Sir, I just look around the perimeter...we're surronded." He said.
"What?...this is just what I need. Tell our men to fortify our defenses and prepare for an assualt." His father said.
As the solider sped out of the room, Exin's father turned to him. "Exin, have you learned the magic from our sage?" He asked.
"Yes father...you want me to help fight?" Exin asked.
"No...I want you to head to the basement. There's a passasge there that will take you a safe distance." Was the knigs reply.
"NO father, I want to stay and help."
"Exin, If someting happens to me, then you will become king...But what if something happens to you? Our land will become heirless... besides I must know why the Trena's attacks us...
AM I somehow responsible for this? Trena has been our allies for years...
Go, now." His father said.
"I...I understand." Exin said as he headed down the hall. Exin knew the area quite well, and before long, he was inside the basement.
'Father said there would be a passage...here.' Exin thought as he pulled open a doorway and steeped inside.
A few hours passed while Exin made his way through a maze of dark tunnels, until he finally reached the exit.
He straddled His pegasus, Tensai and begged her to hurry. Tensai could feel his distress, so she took off with a hitch.
His llast looik at the castle wasd that of the imperial guard of Tensan entering the castle.
A few days later Exin woke up in a neirboring city. He tried despratly to figure out what had happened... It all seemed like a dream.
Weapons: Tensai's weapon is her hooves, witch are pretty hard.
Armor: Tensai's fur is magically resistant to any magic, while any archer could seriously harm her.
Strength: One of Tensai's best abilites is that of flight... not to metion she's pretty good and fast. Her hooves are very hard
1. Wind: BAsic wind contol
2.: Rapid hoof: Tensai flies over an enermy and began to bash her hooves on them.
3.:Mental connection, Tensai can talk to Exin mentally.
Appearnce: Never heard of a pegasus? A gaint white horse with wings. She's pretty tall, and people often bask in her raidnce.
Personallity: Tensai is pretty carefree about pretty much everything. Depending on Exin, Tensai can love or hate her enemy.
Tensai was born to the Exin's family and was raised lovenlgy by Exin himself.
SHe really didn't remeber her child hood, so its impossible for me to know it!
After a few months, Exin starting riding her everyday, both enjoying the open air.
A few years later, Denshan's invasion occured. She didn't know that much about what was going on, just that she had to get Exin out of there...
Like I said, she can't remeber it that well.
Hair: Short dark red hair, it goes down to her shoulders.
Eyes: Dark sky blue eyes
Appearance: Sakura doesn't have much fat, so she is thin but healthy. Her eyebrows are thin and her eye lashes aren't very long.
She wears a light pink dress, the top is more of a tank top and the skirt isn't very long, it goes down to about five inches above the knee. She wears boots the same shade as her dress and white socks.
Personality: Sakura isn't very outgoing, she usually acts shy. She can't start a conversation herself, she can sometimes but usually needs someone else to start it. She is sweet once you get to know her most of the time. Its pretty hard to gain her trust, and when you have it easy to lose. She doesn't really listen to anyone allot of the time.
Weapon(s): A sword that her father forged for her when she turned thirteen. Its hilt is a beautiful dark red color, the same shade of Sakura's hair. The blade is a shining silver.
It has no abilities but it is more durrable than a normal sword, nearly impossible to break. If it breaks, it can be repaired within a week or so. Its very light-weighted, helping her to carry it easier.
Armor: She has a rather small shield that attatches to her arm that her father made her. She doesn't have to hold it because of the straps it has. Its made of metal and coated with silver. In the middle a medium sized, round diamond is held.
Skills: Sakura doens't have any skills really, but she is rather agile and very good with sword fighting.
Strengths: She is good at evading normal attacks, with fists and things like that. Arrows move fast enough to hit her almost easily, but sometimes she can evade them at times. Almost any element can effect her, but earth attacks are usually the ones that she can break through.
Weaknesses: Mostly any element will effect her but earth elemental attacks, and some of those hurt. She loves her family, and if they were in a dangerous position she would use all her strength to try and save them.
Pets: She has a pet named Kyoko she found one night at the age of twelve. Its a little white fuzz ball house cat as Sakura calls it. Sakura put a dark blue collar with a bell on Kyoko so that she could hopefully tell where she was.
The cat has long white hair.
History: Sakura was born in a small town. She liked it there allot, and her father was the best black smith in the town. Her mother worked at one of the bakeries, and usually always brought home good bake goods.
When Sakura turned twelve, she was busy with her school work nearly all of the time, it was getting harder by that time. One night, she woke up to an annoying light shinning through the windows in her room. She got out of bed and walked over to them, a group of men were walking through the town, most of them holding bright lights in their hands.
"Geez, don't they realize no one is going to be able to sleep with those things?" She said to herself as she walked out of the room, her parents were downstairs on the couches looking outside the windows. "Whats going on do you know?" She asked them, walking to the fridge, she was thirsty. She opened the fridge door and grabbed a soda.
"They may be making checking on the town." Her mother replied, standing up. "There have been so announcemennts of thievery lately."
Sakura opened the soda and looked at her mom. "So? Can't the people responsible for those types of things take care of it? I have school in the morning and they are making me stay up all... morning." She said, sitting down on the couch. "How annoying." She mumbled.
After about an hour, the men were finally gone, and Sakura went up the stairs, "Night mom, dad!" she shouted down at her parents, before walking to her room's door and opening it. She closed the door behind her and walked to the bed. "Finally, rest." She said to herself, putting the soda on the night stand, then she climbed into the bed.
Before she was able to fall asleep, she heard a meow from the outside. She got out of bed and walked down the stairs, the meow oddly seemed loud. She heard it again and walked to the door and opened it, then she heard it AGAIN, and walked to the little cat. "Its a fuzz ball, and a house cat... how the heck can it meow that loud?!" She shouted, picking up the cat and walking back to the door, she opened it and walked in. "What a loud cat." She said to herself, putting it down. The cat was wet because it was outside in the snow.
It immediatly walked to the fire place, that was still going a little, then it laid down.
Sakura looked through teh fridge for some kind of meat to give it, when she found some she walked over to the little kitten and put the food next to it, but didn't see any reaction. "I want that gone in the morning."
Three Years Later...
Sakura's dad came home from working, with one thing in each hand, a sheeth with a sword in it and a mediumish sized shield to be exact.
"Sakura, your dad has something for you!" Her mother shouted, she walked out of her room and walked down the stairs. She saw the two items and though of them as awesome.
"You got me a sword?!" She shouted, running over to him, she also noticed a shield. "And a shield?!" She was excited.
He nodded, and handed them to her. "All your's. Go train wherever you want!" He said.
Sakura put them down and gave him a hug. "Thank yooou!" She shouted, when she was done hugging him she took the sword and shield, and her cat fallowed her out the door and to a training ground just outside the town.
fRom there on, she spent most of her spare time training with a sword. By the age of nine-teen, she was rather good with swords. She also began to travel.
Hair: White, with the front hanging loosely around his face and the back pulled back in a single waist-length braid. *
Height: 6 ft, 3 inches *
Weight: 176 lbs. *
*: Subject to change.
Weapons: Nanomachines: Kashet’s body is filled with millions upon millions of nanomachines. Despite the incredible amount of them, they are microscopic to a point where they are invisible even to a superior sense of sight. These machines have the ability to alter Kashet’s DNA and molecular structure. As such, he is prepared to meet almost any circumstances, able to turn his skin into a hard protective substance, his arms into blades, and more. The nanomachines are powered by the energy that Kashet’s body creates, although an outside electrical force can boost their power.
Kashet’s nanomachines are also capable of changing the molecular structure of foreign objects, although these transformations take a little time, while his bodily changes are nearly instantaneous (His clothes do not take any extra time to restructure, has they are like a part of his body itself). The nanomachines are also capable of converting Kashet’s energy into either electricity or plasma.
Armor: None, although his nanomachines are easily capable of developing suitable armor.
Strengths: Kashet’s speed and strength are “technically” limitless, due to the fact that he can change his body’s structure as he wishes (Obviously, there is a limit to just how strong he can get, but it’s hard-pressed to reach it). Kashet’s body can easily form its own armor and weapons. The nanomachines in his body can heal himself or others, capable even of rebuilding a limb or two.
Weaknesses: Kashet’s biggest weakness is, ironically, the nanomachines themselves. His body rejects the foreign objects, as they feed directly off it. This has led to an incurable “illness” that strikes randomly, hard and fast. Whenever his illness strikes, Kashet is temporarily stalled, and his nanomachines go haywire. While a small electrical source can boost the nanomachines, a larger, offensive one can short-circuit them, either momentarily shutting them down, or causing them to go haywire.
Skills/Magic: There is just about no challenge that Kashet cannot handle. His body can change quickly and efficiently to meet any need. He can even change his looks, becoming taller, shorter, fatter, thinner, a woman, or even a different species. He can also generate plasma or electricity, and can fire them in spheres, bolts, or waves. The nanomachines in Kashet's body can heal his wounds, as well as others'.
Personality: At first, Kashet seems as cold and heartless as if he were a machine himself. He is a somewhat bitter person, although he will do what he can for others. Never saying any more than absolutely necessary, and rarely showing any signs of emotion, Kashet just goes through life as unnoticed as possible. If he sees someone in trouble, he will go to their aid, handle the situation, and leave without a single word spoken.
Appearance: Kashet is relatively tall and broad, with clearly defined muscles and a handsome face. He wears a black shirt, with loose, black pants. His feet are covered with soft, black leather boots, and he drapes a dark green cloak over himself. A white stripe runs down the middle of the cloak. He always has his hood pulled low over his face, and between that and the high collar, his face is always swathed in shadow. At times, he will form a smooth, white, oval mask with slits for eyes over his face.
V Kashet with his arm transformed and blazing with plasma. V
Bio: It is unknown to all but the gods when, where, and to who Kashet was born. As a baby, he was taken to a research lab deep within the depths of the earth. He had supposedly been abandoned, and a prime subject for secret experiments. Very few people in the world even knew he existed, Kashet spending most of his life in a small white room and only ever meeting two people. One was a middle-aged man, and the other a younger woman. Both cold, heartless scientists, they never even spoke to Kashet beyond giving him instructions.
Many experiments were conducted on Kashet, but the foremost among them was the regular insertion of nanomachines into his body. The1 goal was to give him to ability to alter his own DNA, becoming a human weapon. To their dissatisfaction, the experiment appeared a failure. Rather, Kashet was struck by an undeterminable and incurable illness. The boy frequently coughed up blood and fainted, too weak to do anything. Convinced that the experiment was a failure and that the subject had outlived its usefulness, Kashet was dumped in the wilderness, left to die.
Kashet, filled with bitterness and hatred, thoroughly refused to die, living as best he could in the wild. Finally, he seemed to gain control of the unwanted parasites in his body, and his attacks came less and less. He learned to use the machines in his body to generate electricity and plasma, as well as change the form of other objects. Finally feeling as if he could actually live, Kashet found his way back to civilization. He knew not how long he had lived in that horrible, tiny, white room, nor how long he had lived in the wilderness, but he was now fully grown.
For a time, Kashet was relatively happy. He managed to keep his abilities and illness a secret and blend in with the inhabitants of a small city. However, it seemed he was not destined to live any length of his life in peace. His existence and continued survival were discovered by the same people who had pumped him full of drugs and chemicals. And they wanted him back. Faced with hostility and the prospect of returning to the dreaded white room, Kashet had no choice but to run. And run he did, as well as fight. As he had refused to give up his life when left to die, he now refused to give up his life to these people.
Hair: Jet-Black that curls over his eyes and goes straight back at the.... back.
Weight: 140 lb.
Height: 2 ft. 6 inches
Weapon: A large granite hammer that has a good weight for dwarves named "Grut"
Armor: Rusty silver plates hang in various places of Harij's body
Strengths: Harij is very good at smashing large things. He climbs like a monkey and can easily break through any rock with Grut.
Weakness: Battling small light things, as he is kind of slow, being quiet (as in battling, spieing or just in particular), agility, and being fast at things. Agility is bad because Harij is heavy and isn't very flexible or agile.
Appearance: Harij has black messy hair that covers his head. His green eyes intimidate others. On his chin sprouts a tiny pointed goatee which Harij usually looks to for help. He has a blue woolen shirt which forms a neck around him and then keeps him warm. He has a metal rusty plate on his chest, then two types of rusty armor on his arms (Arm armor and gauntlets). On his legs he wears rusty metal platelegs which have cracks in the side. Finally, leather boots cover up his feet.
Personality: Harij is a fearless dwarf who becomes scared at near death situations. Usually he is fierce and likes to work toward things, but in the slight time that someone points a knife at him, Harij becomes a coward. He enjoys fish and when hungry will visualize juicy tunas. When relaxed, Harij kind of goes into a dazed feeling and will do things he won't remember.
Biography: Harij is really just a plain old dwarf. He comes from a place called the Rockswamp Mountain, which is his clan's home base. Harij was the son of the town's chef, so he hunted in the nearby forest for the clan. Harij's mother was killed in a battle of elves, where she was struck by a sword as she tended to a soldier's wounds. Harij, being only four at the time was taking shelter in the forest. He knew not of the loss of his mother, and almost lost his father too. While hunting one day, Harij returned to a village of fire. Everyone survived, but his home and town was destroyed by strange monks who thought poorly of dwarves. Eager to earn revenge, Harij set off to a nearby mountain. When he reached the peak, he battled the leader of the monks in a one on one battle to the death. Harij got cold feet when the monk pointed a sword to his neck and the leader escaped with Harij's most prized possesion: An herb found in the forest before his home was destroyed. Now Harij has sworn that he will kill the monk and retrieve his herb, even if he must die doing it.
Credit to Phat Monkee for this little pic of mine!
Hairrown mousy hair that reaches just below the ears.
Eyes: Right eye is pale blue, left is green
--Arc--This sword is white. The edge of the sword is crimson. The hilt has three prongs that have spikes at the end. The handle can only be held with one hand. When it is near any opponent it glows. From tip to handle it is 5'
--Arcanum--This sword is black. Along the blade is writing, which in the Hylain language, reads "The wielder of this sword is cursed, only he shall bear it" .The hilt is the same as Arc's. From tip to handle it is also 5'. It can be held with 2 hands, or 1.
Strengths:He is very fast, he is a trained swordsmen, and trained in the mystic arts.
Weakness:He is clumsy. He acts rashly and without care. He uses his energy too quickly.
Skills/Magic:Heritage: He boosts his strength.
Arc Arcanum:A beam of light shoots from Arc, and a beam of darkness from Arcanum.
Kano:Arc and Arcanum fly about on their own. They attack without warning and randomly. but Dirk can control them.
Mystic Maelstrom:a wave of pure mystic power erupts from his body.
Appearance: He is half Hylain and half Lizofose. His right eye has a scar over it which almost healed his eye closed. His left arm has three fingers and a thumb, all with claws.It has green scales on it. It is more powerful than his right arm. His right leg has green scales on too. It has three toes and one foretoe, also with claws. He wares a brown tunic and a pair of green pants. The right leg of the pants is cut off at the knee. He has brown mousy hair that goes to just below the ears. He has Ark and Arcanum strapped to his back. HA carries two masks, a happy mask, Mijlon, and a sad mask, Sijor, and uses them to put on acts for children.
Personality:He is a secretive man and does not open up to many people. He can be fly into a rage at the drop of a dime. He is rarely happy, because he has nothing to be happy about. He will open up to children and put on a mask show so they will be happy. Women see this and think his is a nice person.
Biography:He knew only his father, as he was raised by him. Being half Lizofose, he grew at a somewhat rapid rate. in 10 weeks he was 16 years of age and then he started growing like a regular person. His father taught him everything, How to fight, how to concentrate, even how to fly thru the forest. When his mother visited she taught him of the mystic arts. Suddenly his father and mother left him in the care of his mother's father, the king of a country. While living there he was treated as a slave, and beaten. one day he decided to escape. He ran for miles, until he finally collapsed. He lived in the forest until he was caught by a slave driver. He was brutally beaten and mistreated, while on his drive. When they passed thru a city, he was sold to a king and was made his daughter's slave. His daughter treated him kindly and as an equal. One night, a rival country came into the city an night and killed the princess. Dirk was devastated. The last thing she did before she died, was give Dirk a mask she made. It was a happy mask that she had made the day they declared their love. In his sorrow, Dirk made a sad mask, so he would never forget the day she died. So he went to the church to pray. As he was praying, a priest looked at him and at a picture of a hero holding a white sword. He grabbed a Dirk and took him to the catacombs underneath the church. They reached a greatly decorated room with a chest. the priest said "The only person who can open this chest is the hero of All." Dirk stepped up to the chest and it opened! inside was a white sword. He took it and saw the name on the chest. "ARC" so he named his sword Arc. A few days later he found his parents walking on an old forest road. After a joyful reunion, They took him to Cyrnk Castle, where he had spent those unpleasing months after they left him there. When they got there. They tried to have him recognized as the prince, but the king rejected him. He then placed a curse upon him.
"From this day forth, you are curse to be a rage filled man. You will never be relived of this curse." Suddenly, the statue above the entrance broke and a black sword came to Dirk. He named it Arcanum, after his middle name. Now he seeks a way to cure his curse.
(this is my first character so beware!)
Name: Jonas Bancroft
Hair: 10 in. hair yet so curly it doesn't pass his neck; color is pure blonde
weight: 155 lbs
height: 6' on the dot
weapon: giant black hammer with embedded crystal that allows use of dark fire (it is like a black fire), also the shaft of the hammer can extend itself up to 12ft. dark fire allows him to use a not to powerful magic shield
strengths: is good with his hammer, he is extremely fast with it, for example he can do one attack almost instantly after another which also lets him block almost all attacks and is good at breaking armor (hint: hammer)
weaknesses: can only block some lower powered magic attacks but he is vulnerable to most magic. Also he does not have much armor so if a blow is landed it would give great damage, also he can’t turn around fast to block any attack from behind.
skills/magic: he can use dark fire to increase his damage of attacks
appearance: his blonde hair is unusual for where he is from so the town considers him the most handsome guy around. He is strong looking with a nicely cut body, he is well groomed with no out of place hairs. He wears a vest that is all black with a thin chainmail shirt underneath, he has black pants that are nicely stiched and he wears heavy black leather boots. He also has a black pearl necklace that shows a rich class.
Personality: Jonas likes to keep it cool. His opinion on the world is basically “if it’s bad it was once good, and if it’s good it can turn bad”. From that you can gather two things. First it’s hard for him to trust people. Second he thinks that there is always a purpose or a reason to all things. In battle again from his opinion you can tell that he’s not afraid to fight bad things/people because he knew that they chose to be bad.
Biography: When Jonas was born his father left to fight and was killed in combat, so it was just him and his mom. Everyone knew him for two things. For one his hair, because many in the providence that became great showed a magnificent blonde such as Jonas. Two, because he had great talent with instruments, and not many people could play as beautifully as him. Growing up was awkward for him because either you loved him or you were jealous. Sometimes he would be treated with special care and other times people would hurt him and call him names. Eventually Jonas got used to it and ignored both good and bad comments about him. The Lord of the town loved his uniqueness so much that on Jonas’s 12th birthday he invited Jonas and his mom to stay with him at his mansion. They were hesitant because Jonas and his mom had very few friends and didn’t really keep them but then they thought that it would only be them and the Lord and his servants. So they decided to accept. The mansion was all that they hoped, and Jonas and his mom became good friends with the Lord. When Jonas was 15 his mom died of a sickness that she got recently and so the Lord thought that Jonas deserved a gift so he told Jonas about a tale of a great hero that once used a giant hammer that the Lord had. He told Jonas about how no one has been able to lift the hammer since. So Jonas with all his strength tried to lift it but nothing happened. Then feeling more depressed he played his favorite song on his flute. When he finished the hammer’s shaft started glowing red and Jonas tried lifting it again and now it was as light as a feather. The Lord in awe called his best guard to teach him to use it but Jonas turned down the lessons. He told the lord that he needed to learn this on his own. So Jonas grabbed some money and left that night. On his journey he has practiced with his hammer and is now pretty good with it. Finally he has reached his destination, The Dome.
"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die."
Visit Tiberius (Tacheon Black) if you want a cooler than cool sig like mine.
Proud to be a SDA and on episode 173 of Bleach.
Since it doesn't look like anyone else here cares, I'll say it.
Carge, you have to first get your character approved by a mod.
First, go to the Dome and click on "Characters". Than start a new thread with the name of your character as the title. Look at the characters below to see what you need to have for your character, things like his/her name, age, sex, hight, streigths, weaknesses, skills/magic, appearence, personallity, and biography. There are more things, but I can't think of them off the top of my head.
Once your done, you need to wait for a mod to approve it. Judging from what you have now, you need a LOT of work. Once he/she approves it, then you can put your character on here.
Please leave a reply when you know what to do so I can ask someone to delete these posts.
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Weapons: Two Dragonfang Greatswords. One glows with a black Aura, Has a demon stone in the hilt,and has a black blade and is called Fexrinth.The other glows with a light Aura,has a sapphire Cross in the hilt,and has a white blade and is called Berthenrix.The two can be combined together to make a black and white blade that shimmers with chaos energy called Legacy.
Armor: Dragonhide plate that has intricate runes carve into it to enhance his speed and magic power.
Strengths: Has great resistance to arcane magic due to dragon blood flowing through his veins along with chaos magic.When he goes in to a rage he turns into a Half-dragon/Wolf hybrid form.He also has a natural affinity with nature and can speak animal languages.A dragon shaped mark on his wrist gives him the power to consult with bahuemet.If seperated from his swords he can call them back in an instant.
Weakness: Dark magic and chaos magic.Altough it runs through his veins,it makes him weak to it.he often underestimates evil creatures some times.He is greatly hurt if his swords get injured cause they are bound to his soul.The swords can be in jured by powerful magic or other magic weapons.he cannot use any elemental magic.Also when in rage mode he takes much more damage.
Skills/Magic: He has a strong Level of Dark and light magic Due to it running through his blood.He knows how to manipulate Mana and how to expiriment with diffrent spells.his IQ is well over 300.
Mana Channel: Once per a day he can channel raw mana through his body,but it tires himout and greatly slows his natural regeneration ability.
Dimension Wave Slash: Syzarin can summon a Mass amount of energy form the chaos realm and can release it in a waev of energy.This skill causes mass strain on his body and can only use it once a month.if he uses it more than once a month he dies.A last resort
Dark Messiah: Syzrin opens his soul to Maelbolgia,a great dark spirit, and allows him to use his body for 10 minutes.When in this form his body Grows Black and he starts to resemble a Demonic Dragon.Spikes Grow on his back ,he grows big Demonic scarred wings( kind of like Illidan's but Black),and He grows horns 1 foot long.This move strains his soul greatly and holy creatures sense him as a demon for 1 hour.In this form he is limited to dark magic and is weakened by holy magic
Redeemer:Syzarin opens his soul and lets the platnium dragon,Bahumuet take over his body for 10 minutes.When assuming this form he turns into a golden werewolf like form withe White angelic wings and a halo.He grows Iron plating in varios places on his body like his Forehead,Chest and Neck.This strains his soul greatly and dark creatures sense him as a angelelic being for 1 Hour.in this form he is weakend by Dark magic and is limited to holy magic.
Rage mode: When greatly enraged, Syzarin's mind loses control to his chaos side and takes control.It starts a rampage on everything it senses for 15 minutes and then his sane mind takes control again.This rarely ever happens and has only happened when his wife was killed.
Apperance: Usually wears a Brown/Light tan cloak that hides his armor.His Skin has a tanned complexion and his face always shows boredom.His swords are wrapped in bandges and hanging on his back.On his wrist theres a silver dragon shaped mark.He has an aura of freindliness around him so he's kinda likeable when u first notice him.His hair is kinda wavy but only goes down to the bottom of his neck.Has Crystal on a necklece around his neck.
Personality: He usualy has a Happy-Go-Lucky personality but in battle he gets more serious and never panics.He dislikes anyone who he senses is evil.He also belives in The Platnium dragon god,Bahamuet.He likes to help churches and will do quests for them.He has made many Frieds but he never travels with anyone Because he fears that he they could get hurt by his many enemies
Bio: "I've walked through three diffrent worlds, and I know that for a sage who boasts he Know everything about the chaos realm,you couldnt be anymore wrong about it."
Born in the heaven an only child,he and his parents lost their immortality when his father had to kill god's son to save his family and god.Though the evidence was never found that that happend,Tiamat Kept the secret hidden.
Tiamat revived god's son and turned him into a demon which hunted down Syzarin's parents as a vendetta.To save him his parents Killed theimselves to kill the Reborn son of god.
Syzarin grew up in a orpanage till he was 18. He found out his his powers when he was 30. He has died once but was revived thanks to Bahuemet.He trained in greatswords till he was 300 years old.He noticed he wasnt aging when he was 100. he found out from Bahuemet that he was a AI(Ageless Immortal).
For the next 100 years he trained ever more with Magic and swords and mastered them.He found companion with a wolf named Rett.He then took3 years to Find his Mothers Sword and his Fathers sword.He then married a farm woman named Mary Shireth and they lived together for 40 years.
Then a turn for the worst happened Tiamat herself came to the material plan and killed Syzarin's wife and locked her soul in the Burning pit of Abbadon.This is the only time he has ever Snapped and lost control of his mind to the chaos side.Now to save her he has to kill both Tiamat and the fallen angel Abbadon.He has tried to open a portal to the Chaos Plane but ended up in Hyrule instead.For 40 years he has searched for a way to Tiamats home plane of Chaos.After finding the Shard of Exlophytis and the Mirror of Segretin in his own world he closer opening a portal to Tiamats Plane of existance.He needs to find artifacts of dark power in Hyrule and has heard of a orb held by Ganondorf...But history has yet to write the rest.......
"Even a man who is pure at heart,
And says his prayers every night,
Shall become a wolf,
When the wolfbane blooms and a blood moon shines"