Character List

Name: Harij

Age: 14

Race: Dwarf

Sex: Male

Hair: Jet-Black that curls over his eyes and goes straight back at the.... back.

Eyes: Green

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.

Skills/Magic: None

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.

Name: Dirk Arcane Roc

Age:16

Race:half Hylain, half Lizofose

Sex:Male

Hairrown mousy hair that reaches just below the ears.

Eyes: Right eye is pale blue, left is green

Weight:150lbs

Height:6'

Weapon:two swords
--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

Age: 16

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: 10 in. hair yet so curly it doesn't pass his neck; color is pure blonde

eyes: blue

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.

Originally Posted by Arin/Knight

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.

Your welcome!

Please leave a reply when you know what to do so I can ask someone to delete these posts.

oh, i'm so stupid! i forgot about that!!!:embrsd: :embrsd: :embrsd:
i'm so stupid!!!:embrsd: :embrsd: :embrsd: :embrsd: :embrsd: :embrsd:

don't worry about it, I'll ask someone to delete the posts.

name: Syzarin Fenrith


Age: 483(He's a ageless immortal)


RaceUnknown(he resembles a human)


Sex: Male


Hair: Black with silver and redhighlights


Eyes: Redish-Black


Weight: 200 Lbs


Height: 6'10"


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.......

I need the room.

[Nenshou Kyoushu] [Vyn Valin] [Gogyou] [Vadrus Valin] [Kuroshi Katsuchi] [Sylthas Sunslicer]

approved by LEA.

Yes, I know some of these places and stuff is from final fantasy X and Kingdom hearts, that’s because she was a character I made up for that game.

Name: Render Kimioshi
Age: 16
Race: Demon/heartless
Sex: Female
Hair: Short black hair that is put into pigtails
Eye: Green
Weight: 120 pounds
Height: 5'6

Weapon: a small dagger that is a pitch black

Strengths: When Render is in the dark, her powers expand a little, and since when she is not wearing a disguise she is so nice, but frightened of the human world finding out she is a Demon, so it is sot of easy for her to make friends. She usually thought of sayings that her mom told her, which encourage her to do her best.

Weakness: Some of Render's main weaknesses are light attacks. She hates all angels, no matter how nice and kind they are to her because if she looks at one they will sense she is a demon and kill her. If she thinks of that even, she might get killed anyways if she thinks about it in a normal battle.

Skills/Magic: Render has a flower on her head that can launch a beam of dark that acts like lava and dissolves skin and bones in seconds. She can not use it yet though, but the flower can also launch a powder that paralyzes the enemy that she can use. Her only Magic attack she can use. Her only Magic attack she can use with her dagger it dark slash, which is a series of slashes that sometimes can cause sleep. She can make a barrier that blocks the sun from her also.

Appearance:
Heartless Appearance:

Personality: Render would be in the more of nice and Cowardly category, but she can not live in the light so she usually lives in a dark box that blocks the sun from her body, and when she wants to walk around, she makes a small barrier around her body. In other words she is also scared to show her true form to others, thinking they would attack and kill her. She had mini demon wings on her back, but she hid them with a cape, and, since her wings grow as she gets older, she has to risk trying to trim them with her dagger. She never shows her face to really anyone she dislikes/hates, because if she sees them without a disguise, she will get mad.

Biography: Render was born in the city of Zanarkand. Before it was destroyed, she had a pet cat that was pitch black with red eyes that shined like diamonds in the night. Her cat sometimes snuck up on her and frightened her, but she avoided all contact with it at night because it usually would attack her if she tried to pet it. It didn't trust her yet, and as her mom said, "Black cats don’t really obey young demons unless they are trained to be the best". Her cat made her happy, because it showed she was different, and didn't think Black Cats were cursed like some people. She also had alot of normal friends, and hoped never to loose anything. She thought her life was great, until she lost everything. When she was only five, her home was destroyed in a massive Tsunami that left the place in ruins. It killed everything except her because her parents risked there lives to save her. They died just after the attack ended due to their serious injuries. Render left Zanarkand just after that, hoping to find new places, and her wish came true.

She decided to live in a large city known as Luca, which she disliked due to her being so different, and one day she was kidnapped by someone and thrown into the ocean.

There were many rumors in Luca about her being dead, but she actually ended up in an island known as Besaid. She lived there the rest of her life until she was 15, and she wanted to become a professional demon, although she could not tell anyone about this.

She left Besaid Island 3 days later, exploring some places beyond Besaid. She went to some other places like a small island known as Kilrika. She stayed there for one day, but nobody there understood her. Therefore she felt safe having her demon wings there, because she even asked the people there if they knew what a demon was, there answer was,"No". When she left she found out there was no land for at least 30 miles, so she decided to fly instead of ride on her mini boat.

After flying for a while, her boat tied to her small backpack that was tied around her arms, she got tired and went back to the boat to eat something and then she went to sleep.

Days past without her waking up, her boat floated ashore on a big island known as Renatrath. When she finally woke up she yawned and looked at the huge mass of land. She was confused and then noticed that this island was not on the map. She got even more confused and since the place was deserted, she lived there the rest of her life until now.

Approved by Ranarath

Name: Ciaran Alton (Ce-ree-an, All ton)

Age: 249 years old, about 28 in 'human'

Race: Locturis; These are beings of the Maelstrom Realm, a world between heaven and hell, yet not on Earth. The Locturis are guardians and angels and demons, they keep the peace between the two. These beings are wicked demons or angelic saints, bred together to symbolize unity. They have human like features, but also are granted inhuman abilities, no physical differences however.

Sex: Male

Hair: A raven black hair, not long, clean cut and spiked.

Eyes: Gray, pale eyes.

Weight: 176 lbs

Height: 5' 11"

Weapon: Maelstrom. The Maelstrom Staff is the cornerstone of Ciaran's 'different' abilities. It is a long staff, three inches shorter than Ciaran. It is crafted of pure and refined silver and obsidian with a sapphire at both ends. The staff can also split into two identical swords with the same design and equal silver blades.

Armor: The Maelstrom forms a gauntlet around Ciaran's right wrist and to the elbow whenever danger is not near, but the gauntlet will unfold into the staff whenever Ciaran commands or when danger strikes.

His other armor consists of a chest plate with matching style and design of the staff. That piece has two shoulder covers and a 'V' from the shoulders, exposing the neck, to the chest. The chest piece reaches the waist and two chain mail greaves connect the chest to the leg pieces which move loosely on Ciaran's thighs. This piece has the same design as the others.
Then there are the boots which also have the same design, silver, sleek, and sapphire.

Finally is the blue and silver cloak that goes over his armor, has a hood, long sleeves to hid his gauntlet staff, and reaches his ankles.

Strengths: The Locturis are better than an average human, they are tall at early ages, physically and mentally strong, have the ability to fly, control the fate of sinning humans, and can ascend to any realm they desire. These beings cannot be killed by time's corrosion and are not afraid of death since they come from the Maelstrom.

Ciaran's staff will return to his hand if lost and it and his armor are extremely durable, resistant to flames and darkness, since it is designed to stave off the powers of hell. The staff and the concealed twin swords are unbreakable, especially carrying the magical powers. The weapon is also a sort of alarm, it morphs into the staff from the gauntlet when an attacker draws near or if Ciaran concentrates. Ciaran is very skilled in close range combat as well.

Weakness: Ciaran was exiled and lost his greatest abilities such as flight, controlling sinners, and transporting to realms. He cannot lose his staff, but he can lose control of it when he is executing a powerful spell or attack. It is not exactly Ciaran's so he does lose control of it, his best friend, the Prince of the Locturis is the owner's son and can communicate to Ciaran through it, which drives Ciaran crazy sometimes. His armor is built for speed and although it protects against most elemental attacks, strong and heavy, blunt blows will send Ciaran flying.

Skills/Magic: His staff is Ciaran's only means of attack and defense beside his armor and natural Locturis abilities. When in gauntlet form and no danger is near it can use these abilities:

Seize: Seize can use a sort of telekinesis to push, pull, bring, throw objects for long distances. It can be used as an attack if the target isn't an actual threat.

Calming Grasp: This ability soothes the mind of a suspected opponent, and leaves them unconscious for a few minutes, but if they are proven a threat, this defensive power is not available in the staff form.

Summoning Command: This power summons an illusion of himself to use as a distraction when the staff is out of control and it reverts to the gauntlet. The illusion will stay and delay the pursuer unless it is attacked, then the illusion fades away.

Staff powers: These are what the staff can do when Ciaran morphs it himself or when someone is about to attack.

Aerial Typhoon: Since Ciaran is stripped of his regular power of endless flight, he can use his staff to change the current of the wind and an updraft can allow him to levitate high into the air and hover for a decent period of time.

Divine Chaos Blast: A dark blue bolt of energy shoots from the staff and burns the opponent. Several blasts can be fired and it can be shot as a beam for a matter of seconds, capable of piercing regular armor.

Divine Chaos Aura: A barrier that surrounds Ciaran and wards off physical attacks, but will be disrupted by other arcane attacks.

Altering Element: Whatever element the staff touches, can be controlled and used like the first two staff abilities until Ciaran alters them, or they are eliminated.

Hellfire Rise: One of the more powerful attacks, cracks open into the ground and burst of flame emerge. Patterns can be arranged, capturing opponents in a surrounding circle of flames or meeting together and incinerating them.

Heavenly Fury: Divine beams of light shoot from the sky, blasting opponents back, leaving them stunned and blinded by the light.

The last two may cause the staff to lose control of revert to the gauntlet, so Ciaran has to concentrate before casting.

Appearance: Besides his armor, he wears a dark blue and silver threaded jerkin and plain blue breeches that go to his boots, along with his cloak over. His left hand is completely exposed. He has a fair complexion, short and clean cut spiked, black hair, and his illustrious gray eyes.

Personality: Ciaran is hardly ever serious and likes to play or fool around whenever possible. He likes to flirt and tries to impress most people around him. In battle, he's still not that serious unless he thinks he's actually going to die. Then he'll get serious until after said battle. Mostly a carefree and nonchalant sort of guy.

Biography: When the Maelstrom was created by the god, Alistophes, he had gathered sacred demons and fallen angels to unite. Their purpose was to guard the gates of Heaven and Hell and they were the messengers and peace-keepers between the two realms.

Ciaran was born and was trained to be a guardian, that watched over angels and demons. Him and his best friend, Marcus, the son of Alistophes, and many enjoyable times training together. Years passed and his mother taught him to watch things that happened in other realms and his father taught him as much as he felt about combat. Unfortunately, without a weapon, Ciaran never could impress his father.

Many years later, an angel of heaven escaped the void between the two realms and fell into Maelstrom. This angel was seeking more power to take command of heaven itself and stole the staff of Alistophes for complete control of the Maelstrom. This was Ciaran's first mission, banish the being to hell and retrieve the staff.

Ciaran departed and found the fallen angel, trying to smash open the gates of Heaven. Ciaran grabbed the staff, and the two struggled for its possession. They fell from Heaven and Ciaran opened a portal to Hell, which they both fell through. Suddenly, a bloodlust and incredible power filled the other fallen angel and he started to steal some of the powers of the staff. The staff overwhelmed him with power and he flew back, farther into the reaches of hell. Engorged with power, it morphed into a demon and killed the previous leader, crowning himself the new king.

Ciaran retreated back to the Maelstrom. Antipholes was enraged that some of the godly powers were stolen and now a fallen angel had succeeded in taking over one realm entirely. The balance was gone and a war broke out between Heaven and Hell. After years of divine clashing, the powers of good and light triumphed and sealed off Hell. No one could leave, not an angel, demon, or Locturis.

All this was Ciaran's fault, he was stripped of his powers and banished not to Hell, or ascended to Heaven, but placed on Earth as his punishment. Antipholes cared not for his staff and sent it there as well, a token of how much Ciaran was despised. Luckily for Ciaran, Marcus learned how to communicate to beings on Earth, through Ciaran's staff. He could see from the large sapphire on the palm or back of the hand when danger is not near. When Marcus sees a being with cruel intent, he activates the staff and can see through the sapphires at both ends. He will protect his fallen friend until the elders forgive his actions.

Ciaran however, looks on the bright side, he doesn't want to return to his disappointed father and praise an angry deity anymore. He decided to stay on Earth and live there in peace, forever.

Name: Alura Neimi Fitaria

Title: Princess Alura Neimi Fitaria, Commander of the Fitarian Pegasus Knights

Age: 29

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Long straight and blond

Eyes: Teel

Weight: 145 pounds

Height: 5 ft 10.8 in

Side-note: Alura’s Pegasus is named Nika and has been with her since she was only a child. She once belonged to the first queen of Fitaria and as tradition dictated it was passed on the newborn daughter. For this reason it is has been decided that the pegasus will never age. It is pure white except for its smoky grey hooves and blazing blue eyes. It’s six feet tall and has a pair of beautifully feathered wings paired with an equally nice bushy tail. The princess mounted an elegant leather saddle on the pegasus’s back and two leather ropes as reigns which go around Nika’s neck. She bears the Fitarian coat of arms on a luxurious piece of silk along her chest and continues along partially under the saddle. She flies smoothly in all types of weather and her vision is unaffected by rain and snow.

Weapon: Elicia’s sacred bow. Like the name implies, it was once wielded by the hero Elicia who was one of the three chosen ones who fought against the great demon and saved the lands of Marinia from complete destruction. The bow was made from a special willow tree that used to grow in the western swamps but it has since withered along with the rest of the forest making it a much feared place. It is four feet from tip to tip and can shoot arrows with such precision that one would assume it had homing capabilities. The arrows are two feet long with Pegasus feathers at the end and a shining white gem at the tip. The arrows can pierce any common armor and burn severely pulled from wounds. Also, when she wills it, the tip will erupt into a bunch of golden ropes that will bind her foe momentarily.

Armor: She wears the armor of her ancestors. It is extremely lightweight so as not to hinder her movement in the skies or on land. Alura’s armor is white with the traditional crimson along all the rims. A circle of gold jewels is embedded on the chest and along the wrist of her white gauntlets. She bears a tiny silver crown atop her blond hair and some silver boots with a crimson heel. Her round shield is tiny and depicts the Fitarian coat of arms which is a white castle with two wyverns on both sides and a golden orb directly in the middle of the castle. This orb closely resembles the one on her chest plate and its history dates back to the great battle against the demon. Alura’s armor only weighs about ten pounds which goes well with her slim figure. It is also extremely resistant to any magic related attacks; however this leaves it very susceptible to weapons.

Strengths: She is a fierce warrior in the air and on land. Alura can ride her pegasus with unsurpassed ease and she has not once missed her target with Elicia’s sacred bow. No amount of rain or snow can stop the princess from riding into battle to fight for her kingdom.

Weaknesses: Due to her light armor and slim figure she can be a pushover in hand to hand combat on land. She cannot wield a sword or any other weapon other than a bow which makes fighting at a distance a necessity for her. Her pegasus Nika is terrible against arrows and the weapons of men, and in the unique case that Nika does get hit, the princess of Fitaria will have to fend for herself.

Skills/Magic: As already stated, Alura has exceptional accuracy and speed with a bow. Her arrows contain the magical ability to erupt into a bunch of golden ropes which will bind any foe momentarily. Alura also has extraordinary skills as a pegasus knight.

Appearance: Princess Alura is essentially the traditional princess when she’s not wearing her pegasus knight armor. Her long blond hair goes down to the middle of her back and some of it fall down in front of her shoulders. Her magnificent silver crown sits atop her shiny smooth hair. Teel eyes are a hereditary trait of all the women in the Fitarian royal family. Alura has pale skin and lush red lips. She has narrow shoulders and undefined muscles on her arms and legs to go along with her tiny waist and very attractive breasts. She is most commonly seen in a striking crimson gown that flows down to her ankles. Around her neck is a golden medallion passed down through the women of the family. Silver high heeled shoes comfort her feet along the cold hard floors of the castle.

Personality: At first glance Alura would seem to be merely a figurehead for the kingdom but upon a closer inspection one would find that she is a very wise and caring individual. Her mentor General Valor taught her about war and authorized private lessons to train the woman in the art of aerial combat. She knows much about the economics and suffering that her people endure and it is her strongest desire to spread peace and harmony across all of the great lands of Marinia. Even though much is placed upon her life, Alura is thew commander of the Fitarian Pegasus Knights and she leads her small troop and the Fitarian soldiers into battle.

Biography:

Princess Alura Neimi Fitaria was born into the Royal family one harsh winter’s day. As tradition dictated, the newborn daughter received Nika the pegasus, a beautiful flying stallion. The kingdom was undergoing many hardships at the time and Alura was seen as a beacon of hope for all. Her mother Queen Jasmine and her Father King Kyron were the rulers of Fitaria, the largest kingdom in all the lands. It truly was as a matter of fact, its many towers stretched up towards the heavens, its crimson flags blew violently in the winter winds. From below on the other side of the moat the citizens could see the many crimson guards through the crenulations in the stone. An enormous wall had been erected around the castle and the entire city, providing much needed protection from the raiders to the south.

As she grew up she was taught sciences and math and the art of war from none other than the infamous General Valor of the Fitarian Wyvern Knights. However the subject that tickled the Princess’s fancy was history. She loved nothing more than to hear about her kingdom’s past from the battles that were fought, the construction of the city and even the creation of the land.

Here is the history told by the royal historians...

Long ago before people, before night and day and even before the sacred land of Marinia, there was but light and darkness. An entity appeared as if from nowhere and cleverly used the opposing elements to create everything we see today. The goddess Fayesha, with her shining golden power made night and day, earth and sky, life and death and when she created those that would uphold law and order in these lands, there were those that were fashioned who would do everything in their power to undermine it. Before returning to the lands of the gods, Fayesha left a brilliantly bright pearl that housed the forces of light as a means of repelling the evil that she had made. As she had predicted a vile group of men gathered together and with their mastery of the dark arts they produced a being so powerful that it could not be stopped. A shadow spread to every corner of the land and an in one penultimate attempt at restoring peace, thousands of men gathered and fought to bring down the great beast. It is said that in moments, the demon stood atop a mountain of corpses and proclaimed its conquest of the golden land. The pearl, that was held by the few people that remained glowed brilliantly and from their midst came three chosen heroes. Arkana the swordsman, Ellicia the archer and Nalora the mage each wielded weapons blessed by Fayesha herself and with their shining light they separated the demons soul from its body and sealed it within the golden pearl. The body was sent into the bowels of the eastern forest where it would rot for eternity.

"Then after the demons demise Ellicia Fitaria led the people to the very centre of these lands and founded what is today the kingdom of Fitaria. Yes Alura, she is the first of your bloodline", Valor chuckled as he saw a strange look cross the Princess's face.

Alura would often ponder this tale as she stood on the balcony and stared out into the eastern forest. “Is it possible for this demon to be revived?” she asked one evening. A fearful look crossed the general’s face, “it is said that the demon still lives in the golden orb, constantly suffering under the power of the light force trapped with him. He calls out for his body constantly, in hopes that one day he will be united with his vile corpse so that he can once again conquer our peaceful lands. But alas it is getting late, and these are not matters that a Princess should concern herself with. The golden orb of Fayesha is safe within these walls; now off to bed Alura you will need your wits about you for tomorrow’s math lesson”.

Years passed and the young princess flourished into womanhood and immediately began her training as a pegasus knight. Alura and general Valor would fly over the kingdom of Fitaria and practice shooting targets with a bow and arrow. She was a natural, as if she had been born with these exceptional archery and flying skills. The bond between Alura and Nika had grown so much during their time together that they were nearly inseparable. Along with her princess duties, she became the commander of the Fitarian Pegasus Knights in place of Queen Jasmine. This was a group of seven elite guards including Alura who patrolled the kingdom’s borders occasionally and acted as messengers for the foot soldiers.

One stormy evening when she was in her early twenties, her mother Jasmine informed her that General Valor had been killed in battle in the frosty northern peaks. Alura was devastated, she could not believe that her mentor, who had been like a father to her was never going to give her any lessons anymore or share his tales from the battlefield with her. The funeral that followed was a cheerless occasion. Thousands had gathered to pay their tributes to the general and the wyvern knights flew overhead in perfect formation offering their respects to their fallen leader.

A few days later, King Kyron bestowed the honor of becoming general upon Bryce, the man from Tipando village who had more than proved himself worthy. Alura arranged a private audience with the new general and spoke with him about the deceased Valor. Bryce and Alura had an immediate connection as if they had been childhood friends. They spoke of anything and everything long into the night.

The pair shared common goals with regards to the revenge they sought against the dark riders and the ice mages. And so in the middle of the night the general and the princess parted ways each going in opposite directions to prove something for themselves. Bryce desired to see his childhood home while Alura wanted to confirm the strange history of the demon.

And so it was the that young princess of Fitaria grew into her role perfectly and assumed command of the Pegasus knights. But where had this kind man Bryce come from? Was the ancient legend of the demon merely a myth? Read part 2 to find out.

Thanks very much for reading my character profile and if there is anything I can change please feel free to let me know.

This was approved by Angel

~Cloaked Mystery

This is what happens when you listen to your dreams. Especially the ones you had when you were five.

Name: Doubutsu “Dreamer” Yari

Age: 22

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Bleach blonde, medium all around but a little longer on the sides.

Eyes: Green

Weight: 121 lbs.

Height: 5 ft. 9 in.

Weapon: The Sacred Animal Lance, chosen weapon of the Artists. It is a full metal weapon from tip to shaft, and very solidly constructed. When placed straight up and down, it exceeds Doubutsu’s height by 3 in.. From weathering, it has a dark grey/green color. Just below the spearhead, the spear turns cube shaped. The cube portion has a metal ring through it, which holds a metal plate shaped like a tiger claw and a few smaller rings. The spearhead is pentagonal, but still sharply pointed. It’s a very thin looking weapon, but its endurance is second to none. It’s virtually unbendable and fairly light. Without a holder or sheath for it, she’s forced to carry it over her shoulder.

Armor: A fluffy and durable jacket that’s near impossible to tear.

Theme Song: Oath to Order

Strengths: Having lived in freezing environs her entire life, she is nearly impervious to any kind of cold. Concurrently, she has a high resistance to weather and cold based magic. Of course, her jacket plays a big role in her resistance, but she still has a high tolerance without it. That jacket is actually essential to her defenses. It’s an extremely thick piece of clothing, padding almost all of the blows she may receive. In fact, the material is so thick and durable that it can stop a sword strike from a man of average strength. But naturally, she has strengths aside from her jacket. Despite being rather thin, she’s fairly strong. That, coupled with the hardness of her spear, make a strike with said weapon very painful. In addition, she’s very quick on her feet, almost making it look like she’s dancing when moving around a lot.

Weakness: Reflecting the thickness of her jacket, she gets very hot when in the midst of battle. Hot, actually, is not the right word. If the temperature is any higher that 20 degrees, virtually any physical activity will cause her to break into a sweat. If the temperature is any higher than 50 degrees, she’ll sweat as long as she has the jacket on. If the temperature is any higher than 80 degrees, she’ll pass out within half an hour during physical activity. So, whenever it is any of those temperatures, she ties her jacket around her waist, leaving her open to surprise attack. Unfortunately, she will still suffer from the heat, even if her jacket is off. Finally, she is often unaware of her economy of motion, causing her to get too far ahead of herself and to start fumbling around.

Skills/Magic: Her Lance wielding style is a unique blend of unorthodox spear handling and magic techniques. Her spear handling is out of the ordinary in the sense that she uses it more like a bat than a spear. Rather than focusing on thrusts with the sharp point, she focuses on hitting and breaking bones with the shaft. At very close ranges, she does tend to use it more like a staff than a bat. To finish or threaten are the only times she uses the spearhead. Her physical moves are backed up by a handful of magical moves.

Tiger Art: As her most basic talent as an Artist, this technique takes little out of her. The attack consists of a high speed shockwave that travels in a straight line. As the shock flies, it will leave a trail of snow along the ground and a few flakes in the air. To activate, she only needs to thrust the blunt end of the Lance against the ground. Just after the thrust, an outline of a roaring tiger’s head will appear beneath her.

Spiraling Design: Using just a tad bit more energy, the Lance gains the ability to create gusts of wind with its movement. With a full swing, the gales can knock back an opponent of virtually any weight. With a small nudge, a little puff of air will pass by. To activate, she only needs to draw a straight line with the sharp end of the spear. Just after the draw, a spiral within a circle will appear beneath her.

Environmental Mural: As the Sacred Animal Lance’s true purpose, it takes nothing but its wielder to use. It’s primary function is to stabilize any climatic abnormalities in the vicinity, but it has another positive side effect. After use, it will destabilize the abilities of any elemental user in the same vicinity. To activate, she needs to spin it once above her head and thrust the blunt end into the ground.

Personality: The wielder of the Sacred Lance is a very detail oriented person. If there’s a nook or cranny that someone else missed, she’s the one that would find it. Altogether, she’s mostly concerned with herself and her needs. Most of the time, she’s shy, and keeps to herself and her thoughts. But she does like making other people’s lives easier. Because of her status as an Artist, there is nothing in nature she fears, whether it be a wild animal or natural disaster. Doubutsu does like to have herself a bit of fun, and is especially fond of dancing. This is reflected in the way she moves around. She also knows how to enjoy a good fight once in a while. She would like to meet new people, but she finds herself too depressingly quiet, so she usually stays to the side. Her opponents are usually surprised by the fierce and wild movements coming from such a quiet and withdrawn person. Being fairly intelligent, she knows a few ways of the world and tries to be mature about it.

Appearance: To describe Doubutsu in one word, the adjective “fluffy” would be appropriate. Her blonde hair is tangled and messy from her lack of care of it. From anywhere but the front, that seemingly bleached color is nearly hidden by the very high collar on her jacket. Her jacket, the feature that defines her image, is quite literally, comically oversized. What’s odd is that the jacket is made perfectly for her. The sleeves end where her wrist meets her hand, and the bottom ends just below her buttocks. With its green color, the jacket almost makes her thin body seem trollish. It almost looks like the jacket alone could cause her comparatively stick-like legs to snap. Of course, it just appears that she’s very thin, when in fact, she’s just a size below average. Beneath the jacket, she wears a loose fitting plaid shirt and a pair of dark grey pants. On her feet, she sports a heavy pair of boot/shoes and high socks. On top of everything else, she never actually closes the jacket and almost always keeps her eyes pointed downwards.

History: Where to start? I guess the beginning is best, so I’ll start there. I was born in a land of ice and snow. There, I was raised by my family: My mom, Irene Yari, and my dad, Kiba Yari. Also, there was my little brother, Pete Yari. We all lived in a two story house that was always kept full of food and fire wood. There were a few “neighbors,” if that’s what they could be called, nearby. There was my friend, Paulena Ashford, and the neighborhood wise man, Homer Postvee. And that’s pretty much a generalization of my situation for the beginning of my life. Oh, don’t you worry, it gets a lot less boring soon.

I wasn’t actually born on land. It was a lake actually, a frozen lake. Not only born, but lived on the lake as well. As a matter of fact, an entire village of one hundred people lived on that lake. That may sound dangerous, but when we tried to see how deep the ice was, we hit dirt before we hit water. Yep, we lived on a giant block of ice. It’d been that way for longer than anyone could remember. That’s how cold it was. And you know what was strange? Just a few miles away, in any direction, it was green, briskly warm, and our little lake looked like hell on Earth.

That wasn’t the only strange thing about where I lived. Our house, the one we lived in, was actually a house-mobile. The entire thing sat upon two giant logs that acted like skis. There was a gap between them that a platform lowered down into. That was actually how we got it to move around. You see, my mom is actually an Ice Elementalist by nature and, through use of a little mechanism, she focused one of her more indiscriminate attacks into a method of propulsion. Wacky, right? Well, it just keeps getting more interesting from here.

Pretty much everyone I knew was out of the ordinary. My dad was, and still is, impossibly strong. At his best, he could lift our house over his head! My little brother was born a Fire Elementalist, a very curious thing I still wonder about. I mentioned my friend, Paulena, earlier, right? She was born an Air Elementalist, but had to use her special weapons, the Lightning Gloves and Thunder Jacket, to use her power. And over on the very edge of the lake (He lived on the shore if I remember right), there was Homer. He was born an Earth Elementalist, and he claimed to be one of the best.

Then, of course, there’s me, an Artist. I first became an Artist when I was very little. It was around age five when I found my first Sacred Animal Lance. The thing was sticking out of a snow drift when I first laid eyes on it. It was the Lance of the Fish if I remember correctly. I used to use it, but now it’s my brother’s. You know, it’s kind of an interesting story about how he got it. I’ll tell ya about it.

I think I was around twelve at the time, but I might have been younger. It was especially cold that year, and a whole bunch of things made it feel a lot colder. Dad had just gotten a tan from a small vacation he took, Pete had gotten greedy with his fire and started keeping to himself, and mom got a cold, turning her sneezes into ice blasts every once in a while. It would have been a fairly miserable time, had I not recently learned how to perform Artist magic. And it was a good thing I did too, because some pretty bad stuff started happening.

Elsewhere, things were getting stolen every few hours. The villagers lost a lot of food, Paulena’s weapons were stolen, and Homer’s magical staff had gone missing. Thing was, these things were just disappearing, sometimes from right in front of people. Soon, my mom’s ice started to get stolen. For my dad, that was the last straw. Using our boat, which had been fitted with a scaled down version of the propulsion system our house used, we traveled from one side of the lake to the other, looking for clues. This was when I first realized the importance of a heavy jacket.

We got our first lead in Paulena. Before her jacket and gloves were stolen, she had noticed a black spirit circling over the small fishing hutch she lived in. She said it disappeared right after her equipment did. Just a weird side note: I actually shared my first kiss with her. It was really odd, but she kissed me just before we left that day. She didn’t stay on the lake very long after that, so I never got to find out why. I think she was gay. Sorry, Paulena, but I’m just not that way. Anyways, back on subject. After we got all the information we could, we headed back out.

Though my mom objected, we went to see Homer for advice. As it turned out, he and her had some kind of animosity between them. Working around that inconvenience, we got him to tell us what was going on. Evidently, a spirit residing over the area had become angered because of the ancient and unnatural winter that hung over the lake. Just a weird side note: This guy is kind of out of the ordinary. He never sleeps. He just stands atop a stone staircase that spirals around a five foot tall cone, and uses a trapeze tied to a tree to get down. I’m rambling. Once he told us how to get rid of the spirit, we left.

It was then my life changed. We came to a halt in the very center of the lake and everyone became eerily quiet. A few minutes passed, but it felt longer than that. Then, my dad approached me. He told me the true purpose of the Sacred Animal Lance I carried, and that I wasn’t the one who was supposed to wield it. “Draw the Sacred Animal,” are the only words I can still hear his voice saying perfectly. As I began to tear up from the news, he took the spear from my hands and gave it to my little brother, its true wielder. Depressed, I curled up in the corner as we started to move again.

Shortly after, fate stuck our vessel. Moving quickly, our poor boat smashed into a frozen pile of snow, tossing all of us into the air. I skid along the ice for a few feet, frightened that I had broken a bone. Sad and unmotivated, I looked down into the ice, waiting for my invincible dad to come check on me. It was a miracle that I saw the grey of the object below against the green/blue of the icy depths. Another Sacred Animal Lance lay trapped just below the surface of the lake. As fast as we could, we began to excavate the artifact. Now we had two, and I knew what I had to do. Using the Lance of the Tiger, I carved a cat claw in the ice.

A mere seven and a half years later, and our lake is nearly a tropical paradise. The instant I drew the Sacred Animal Insignia, a curse on the lake was lifted. The spirit dissipated and everyone’s possessions were returned to them. All of the houses were moved to the water front, Paulena moved away, and in a mysterious fashion, Homer disappeared one day. Everyone was happy… Except for me. I still didn’t trust my dad, so, at this age of twenty-two, I left home. I’ve learned a few things out here. Namely, I prefer cold weather.

Completed Battles: Uneasy Alliances and New Friends,

Name: Burn Star "Michael" Also known as the "weird one"

Race:S.S. Shine Star

The shine star go to different planets to adapt to it then become one.Although they must hide their Identity as someone might know the secret to their powers.
The secret to their powers is the lone star In a galaxy by itself.

Hair: (real hair color: Purple)Disguised hair: Black

Eyes: Bright yellow like the lone star.Disguised eyes: brown

weight:60 lbs

height:4ft 5inch

Weapon: Starlit Sword and the Power of The Lone Star.

Cloths: Moonlight Armor Disguised Cloths:Whatever matches to the weather.

Powers:Levitating, extended hearing, and hiding in his shadow.(Can jump inside a shadow and hide.)

Personality: Nice,considerate(If he sees someone drop their books or trip on the floor,he will help them.),and a very weird kind of humor.(He will laugh at a weird joke but not laugh at a joke that everyone else laughs at.)Also he has a very weird type of english.He loves to talk in rhymes unless something serious.Like someone would break their leg or bleed etc.

Age: 10

Biography: When he was 5 years old His eyes shined the most brightest.When he got near the Lone Star with the help of the teleporters they made on that planet the Lone Star Shined brightest and so did his eyes.He got his powers before age 7(Usually they get there powers at age 13.)He took channeling power classes and was the best at it.He was sent of early because he developed his power early.

His main appearance: He has purple hair and yellow eyes.Starlit armor is like silver armor with a star shining in the middle and starlit sword witch is a silver sword with a star stretched out to length and shines when used in battle.He is also just right to fit his armor and his ten year old body.

His fake appearance: Brown hair and brown eyes.His shirt in summer and spring is read and has a smile like this: :p.His pants are jeans and he has red,black,whit,and gray shoes.In colder seasons he wears a brown parka with sweat pants and brown shoes.He also wears under the parka red sweat shirt.He is just right to fit a ten year old too.


As a kid the others always made fun of him and always ran when he tired to use his powers.(they knew he had powers but nothing about the Lone Star.)Whenever he was nice they always picked on him and never sat next to him on the bus.Although he didn't mind,it was kind of sad knowing everyone hates you.

As he got older his powers grew Stronger and STRONGER.Soon he even gained new powers like walking on walls and ceilings and throwing A Lone Star ball.(A ball that is bright like the Lone Star that will give out a shock when explodes.)One Day an evil villain tried to destroy the world and make everyone his slaves.

When he found out about this he gave his life to save a newborn child and his mother.She was crying and crying.As soon as one of the mother's tears touched his soul,He was brought back to life in Super Mode.He defeated the king with his trusty sword that burns moonlight.(Starlit Sword)He defeated the evil king and instead of being called the "weird one" he was now called "The Hero of The World".

And here they are:

[Kami - The shy and animal-loving elf] [Nate- The explorer that's just made of fun] [Winona Balthier - The Rogue Elder]

Well, I'm remaking Vadrus Valin completely, as he is now significant.

Name: Vadrus Valin (He refers to himself as vadruz-Valin, all as one word)

Age: 37 in human years, around 200 in vampire years

Race: Dark Elf (Dvunrae is their proper name)

Sex: Male

Weight: 115 lb.

Height: 6'

Weapon: Vadrus's scythe. He holds it out always, and is extremely adept at twisting it intricately and differently to throw the enemy off guard. Heavy and tall, this scythe is seven feet tall. The blade is fifteen inches long, and is razor-sharp. Other features are listed in appearances...except for a black slit that travels half the length of the blade, and is perfectly centered. Vadrus can summon his extra energy into the scythe, so as not to lose it. And instead of extracting it later (which he can do) he can release it in powerful attacks by slashing the air hard enough.. Vadrus calls his scythe Dirge, for whatever reason.
Dirge of Vesuris - Sometimes, the Demon King Vesuris, who is trapped inside of the scythe, awakens. When this happens, the scythe's blade deforms as the slit of the blade opens. The eye of Vesuris is in perfect view...A swirl of "warm" colors (yellow, orange, red) and a pupil that is reminiscent of the moon itself. It opens to form a perfectly round 15 inch in diameter eye. After about a minute of that, Vadrus's body absorbs the scythe completely, and he himself goes through an eerie transformation. His limbs shed themselves off of his body, and huge, muscled ones grow back. His chest bulges, and demonic, twisted wings rip themselves out of his back. His eyes become like Vesuris's. His fingernails become huge claws, and his toenails become sharp as talons. His robe most likely just falls off, but his skin becomes so pitch black that the only thing visible are his outline and the eyes. His height achieves 9' after this transformation. His weight becomes close to 400 lb.

Weapon History: The God of the demonic plane Vvorkar-desarashnakebith Nushi once used the scythe for his own wrongdoing. The Greater Pain God would seal away many demons into the scythe's blade, and release them whenever. And as he was sealing away the demons into the oblivion of the scythe, the demon king of the plane, Vesuris (who happened to be a dvunrae) took notice. He would not stand for this; and so he assaulted Nushi, planning on killing him, perhaps even taking his place as God of Pain. Nushi had expected this, and released all of the demons, expecting them to attack. But they did not; for the dvunrae absorbed them all. And with his amazing demonic power, that corrupted the very air of the plane, he struck at Nushi. Vesuris was a fool for attempting such a thing...Nushi sealed him in the scythe and left it in the care of the demon king's own race, dvunrae. The War of the Gan swept the dvunrae's capital city Kragheim, and few survived. Vadrus found the scythe, and, after taking it, left Dunkar completely.

His next weapon are tiny fangs concealed in, none other than his mouth. They are extendable and retractable.

Strengths: His vampiric state dramatically increases his reflexes, along with his speed and strength. He can teleport if he has the willpower, as well as lift various small objects with his mind. He can wield his scythe with amazing dexterity, and is an extremely quick thinker. Vadrus can see clearly in the darkness.

Weakness: Everyone wants to kill Vadrus. Not only is he a dark elf, which is hated by man, but a vampire as well. He does not have that much defensive prowess, and he must drink blood like a human must eat; atleast three times a day. But the sun is his main
problem. He cannot look at the sun, or he will go blind. His skin cannot be touched by the sun, otherwise he'll shrivel up. He only stays awake at night, so prepare for a lot of eventide encounters.

Skills/Magic:
Distortion - A constant effect of Vadrus's. His presence distorts reality, disabling any skill or magic that would alter reality in its own way, such as teleportation, or time travel, with an exception of his own.
Blackened Binding - Black chains of dense energy shoot out of Vadrus's palms, able to wrap around something and hold them with great force.
Helplessness - A shadow of crimson falls over where Vadrus wishes, heavy enough to crush rocks.
Blackened Bolt - A bolt of dark energy is charged, and shot. It burns and numbs the enemy. (Thank you Junahu for the GIF)
Enshroud - Vadrus becomes black as night; this ability creates a black shadow that falls over Vadrus.
Shadow Scar - Vadrus can charge his scythe's blade with dark energy; if he does, and cuts something, the wound will turn black and begin to eat whatever is around it slowly, causing the wound to grow. This effect lasts a few seconds.
Globe of Darkness - An innate ability, Vadrus is able to create a pitch-black globe of darkness around a twenty-five foot area. Nothing can pierce it.
Sear - Using dark energy, Vadrus is able to alter his scythe's blade's temperature to that of atleast 500 degrees celsius.
Oblivion - Vadrus's scythe can tear open small gates to Oblivion, then Vadrus himself can summon lesser demons and such from it. This requires that he stores atleast one third of his energy into his scythe, and uses it up.
Moon Ball - A silvery, powdery, solid ball is shot. The ball travels at three hundred miles per hour, and explodes on contact with dust. The dust is heavy and thick, and normally unable to be seen through.
Cry of the Wicked - Vadrus releases a bone-chilling shriek, paralyzing mortals with fear.
Nightmare Irtuu - During the night, Vadrus may summon a skeletal horse from oblivion. The horse is extremely fast, yet not strong enough to do battle on.

Appearance: (Drawn by EaterManEater on DeviantArt. Thanks, friend.)

Personality: Vadrus hates company. He hates many people, and many things. He doesn't have a single friend due to his coldness to everyone around him. In battles he attempts to finish off the opponent as quickly as possible, then feasts on their precious, lip-smacking blood. The reason he is like this is because everyone hates him back, due to his vampiric form and his dark elf lineage. Maybe someday he will meet someone who will look past his appearance.

Biography:
(Vadrus's Point of View)

I kill under it. I shift under it. I train under it. I worship under it.

The moon...It gives me warmth. Pleasure, and other emotions...

So ancient, yet perfectly...pulverulent. Lustrous, silvery.

I long for it. Something about it that I, well, enjoy. Take pleasure in. A magnificent, how some would say, eon.

Eventide? Of course; I cannot even look at the dreadful aurora in the sky without my eyes bleeding, the decrepit 'sun' that boasts the sky's control during the hours of light. The benightedness of those foolish bastards that it gives hope to sickens me. Hope for what? A black hole? That's all such a thing would bring to a fool.

One day, when my agonizingly execrate malediction that some call vampirism is cured, I shall slice the thing in half. And then, I'll laugh...

(End of Vadrus's Point of View)

Red. vadruz-Valin of vis-Valin could only see red.

As he was born, red came into his life. It was as if he was born into a bucket of blood, one transparent enough to be able to make out the details of a decaying ruin.

As he lay there, he realized that he needed such red to survive. Was it a curse? He could not tell. But as the blood entered his mouth, power came to him.

This is how he grew. Hunting in a village, sleeping in a forest for one hundred ninety+ years.

Vadrus can almost always be seen traveling with Vyn, his brother.

LOL!!!

Name: Asha Boden, The White Hare.
Age: Appears to be around seventeen - date of birth unknown.
Race: (¿The only?) White Hare
Sex : Female
Hair: An ashen grey -- layered and with ragged edges, and smooth and silky. It comes down to below her shoulders, but some bits go longer, and some shorter.
Eyes: Amber. Her eyes are large, and almond-shaped. Normal people's eyes seem rather small and piggy compared to them.
Weight: Nine stone.
Height: Five foot ten inches.
Theme music: The White Hare (The song of the story Asha is based off)

Weapon: Asha carried two slender, leafed blades about eighty cm long apiece, with green leaf patterns inlaid onto them -- and a leather-wrapped hilt, neither of them have pommels or crossguards, but the hilt is slightly raised from the blade, which has the same effect as a guard. They are sharp on both edges... though Asha doesn't use these for her main fighting. See Strengths.

Armor: She often wears a full-length Robe with plenty of legroom, and it has lightweight mithril plates sown into the over layers, so layers of resistance will be met where they are not expected by an attacker. Into the skirt of her robe is sown a fine mithril chain, that will protect from slashes and glancing blows, but not stabs.

Strengths: Asha was once a Hare. With this she gains speed, instinct and split-second reactions. Her mind works insanely quickly, she can predict things before they happen. She can see clearly what's about to happen in the next three seconds or so, which gives her an almost premontitonate sense. If you were about to swing a punch at Asha, before you started she's darting behind your back, and once you've thrown it, she's there behind you, pushing you into it so you, already off balance, fall over.

She uses a varied martial art form that uses your power against you, rather than exploiting what little weakness she herself possesses. She's quick and smart - and her fighting style is just that.

Her sworded fighting style is more of the same, as you lunge she'd swirl behind your and get your wrist in a grip, and then put pressure on your back with her foot. She wouldn't try and hit you with the sword, but use them for defense and blocking mainly, as she doesn't posses the strength to sustain clashing combat. She will knock blows aside rather than challenge them with force.

She can use a bow to some degree of accuracy, but doesn't possess one.

Weakness: Asha possesses very little psychical strength, so cannot do much sword-on-sword combat, and will certainly lose if it comes to a clash (Swords down to the hilt, stuck until one withdraws.) She cannot swim, and doesn't cope very well with extremes of climate. Magic and spells catch her off guard, since she has no way of defending herself. If she's hit straight on with force, of any kind, she'll fall hard. If she's under pain, she finds it hard to think straight enough to get out of it -- and she'll stay on the floor until it stops. She is very weak against all things air, being an earth creature. She has a veeeeeery low pain tolerance.

Skills/Magic: She's trained in the jumble of martial arts described above, and also has the premonition-like ability. Asha was once the White Hare -- and hunted animals develop an instinct that allows them to predict with amazing accuracy what'll happen in around three seconds into the future. Asha feels the next three seconds as though they are the memory of what has just passed, and can react to them before they do so. She is also, as yet, untrained in magic.

Appearance: Slim, of a medium build, Asha has wide, amber almond eyes and a determined face.

Must she wear the same clothes all the time? No. But I shall describe her main dress. It is a dark blue kimono, with darker purple edges and large lapels, It hugs her slim figure. Her hair is an ashen grey, but sleek and straight. It hangs down around her shoulders. She just a bit taller than moderate height, and thin. her robes flow right down to her ankles, and are tied at the waist by a cord. She is slim, elegant and her dress is fairly plain to the eye, despite her face being captivatingly beautiful. The sheaths of her blades hug her back, and the hilts are reachable on either side of the head, each at a gentle enough angle and short enough as to barely protrude from her shillouette. Nothing loose hangs from her, she is practical in her simple beauty.

--Face picture--
~Kindly drawn by the lovely Miss Altamira

Personality: Asha learnt how to be a person from a bit of a nutcase called Arulai. She has an interesting view on what some people may consider strange... and is witty. If she's given a month-old sandwich, where the cheese is going furry, she'd just go; "Mould? Hey! Extra protein!" and dig in. In this way, she can be irritatingly optimistic. She never gives up, taking a very stolid stance. But she's isn't a quirky, happy-go-lucky person at all -- she can be serious, and only gives respect to those who warrant it. She is quietly outgoing most of the time, and is reasonable intelligent and logical. At times she can be unhelpful, and take a pessimistic view.

Biography:

I heard her in the valley,
I heard her in the dead of night.
The warning of a white hare
Her eyes burning bright.

She ran behind the rocks,
I heard the hounds cry,
The image of a woman
Her head she held up high.

If you go hunting,
Calling out your prey,
And if you see a fair maid,
Her hair an ashen grey,

Be careful you don't catch her,
Give her right of way,
For she will look upon you,
And steal your soul away...

For the white hare is calling,
She's dancing in the night.
She'll be out 'til the morning,
With her eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you...

The white hare is a legend as old as time. Hunters would follow the most attracting hare, which would turn into a beautiful woman before their eyes. The hunters would pursue the woman, but she would evade them all night long. Then, at the break of day, she would let them embrace her just as the sun's first rays shone out, and then she would be gone, and the Hare would return, slip from their arms and run away.
Many a man would go back to watch her every night, often turning suitors from them, until the day they died. And they often died right there, in the forest. And still the White Hare danced.

Did anyone ever ask her opinion on this?

- : - : -

I didn't have a name. I didn't know what I was, what I felt, or what I represented. I was like a mere shell of mortality. I didn't think... I was just a thing that lived. And in the dead of night, if a hunter caught me, I would turn into a woman. And when I was human, all I knew was the dance. To evade, then come close and almost be captured, and then again to run. And my life carried on like this... for ever. And after eternities passes, I heard a song. The song.

It was sweet, whoever wrote it wrote it with feeling. And it spoke about me -- the silken, ashen, white hare. I stopped running away, as he wasn't chasing, but stopped to listen, by breathing heavy, crouched behind a tree. After eternities, I listened, and heard the mortals thought on what I did -- how I captured their hearts, and many came searching for me every night until the day they died.

And when the singing stopped, I saw the man leaning against the next tree, faint moonlight glinting off his eyes, smiling at me. He made no move -- and I slowly up, and quickly ran.

And now I knew my story -- something I could never have worked out without that little extra push. It was as though someone had walked through the dark halls of my mind, and torn down every curtain, slammed open every door. Filling my mind with light and sound and colour, and allowing me to access parts of it herefore unaccessed. Did I want to be a hare again? No! Did I want to do this to people? No! I defy you greater forces who force my hand, and move my counter onto the board!
I came onto the edge of the forest, a strange sight I had never before witnessed. out beyond was rolling turfland, and soon after, within half a mile, the sea -- blue as you like. But then, as I was approaching the threshold, the world began to run like oil over a canvas, sliding sideways; slithering around me like frogs in oil. And, without me changing direction at all, I was running back into the forest, and straight into a tree.

I turned around, my fists clenched. I raised one, and bellowed my first words unto this world... Belting the distant sky with my words of defiance.

"I shall not stay. I've served my due! Let me go!"

And, as if as a reply, the sun's first rays rays escaped from the distant horizon. I felt the Hare -- paws, instinct, vision, and it overwhelmed me, plunging me into darkness as I ran.



When I woke, I was over the border between the floor of leaf-mould, and the thin chalk turf. Slowly, I stood up -- on human legs. I laughed loudly and, turning behind be, saw my home, my prison, so silent and green in its discarded state. It was a brisk and cool morning, the sun shone down through a thin veil of cloud, and the sounds of my footsteps were stolen away by the still air as I walked away from the forest.

I didn't yet bother myself about fear, cold or hunger -- the Hare had always coped with that. I kept trying to sniff trees. And then I found myself on a path. It led me towards the sea, to a musky green town with houses of darkwood. Frost coated the grass, despite it being summer. Stout, beblossomed trees surrounded it on one side, and the ocean cliffs on the other. Barrels stood under houses and small halls to catch the rainwater, and all the people were either working or inside. I walked though the clusters of houses, nervously. And then, at the building nearest the sea, I stopped. It was large, low and octagonal -- and the sign caught my eye.

"Travellers, warriors and craftsmen welcomed." I found this strange, it was just like a voice, but scribed down. I don't remember ever having learned to read. Cautiously, I knocked.

"Sendishi." A voice called out form within, soft and not unkind. I entered.

The main hall seemed very high from the inside, and light streamed down from open shutters in the point of the roof. In the middle of the room, on a red silk cushion, an old man sat, his legs crossed. As I waited for his to make a movement, I examined the walls. Red silk hangings and banners, painted with gold symbols emblazoned the walls, and where these were not, carvings in the wood panels were. As I waited the dawn sun slowly crept up the man's face -- and when it met his eyelids, his eyes snapped open and he leapt forwards to greet me, bowing slightly. I mimicked this gesture.

"Greetings. Welcome to the house of Arulai, who be you?" His head was cocked sideways slightly, and his eyes rested like dark gems in his wrinkles face. He wore a red Kimono -- and his long white hair was plaited at the back, right down to his waist.

"I... I am the White Hare." I shied away from his glare, however captivating it was.

"Really? Well, I'm afraid you'll need a human name to get far in that shape." His eyes were like pits, offered a window to immense knowledge and wisdom. I was overcome. His clawlike hand snatched out and took hold of mine, examining the palm.

"Hmm." He turned my hand over in his own."You are of the Ashen, an old kind."

I blinked. "Just how old?"

"Impossibly."Arulai shrugged. "Come, sit -- Asha." He gestured a second cushion, in the sunlight. "Do you bode me well or ill?" I took the cushion, struggling to get my legs to cross as Arulai's did.

"Bode? I don't know. I bode... nothing. I am lost."

"You do not Bode me tidings? Then you are Bodeless, you are Boden. Asha Boden. Nice, no?"

"Umm... Very, thank you."

Arulai brought me tea, and we talked until noon. He ran this Dojo, as the village's master. He welcomed travellers into his abode, and they learned from each other. Arulai's knowledge was accumulated from the skills of many. He would grant them a place to spend the night, and they would exchange skills and secrets. And when they were finished, the traveller would move on. In this way, he had learnt to paint the hangings, carve the panels, and fight like the master he was. And then he asked about me -- and I told him all the little I knew... about the song and the Hare and the forest and the sign.

"Do you believe you used to be human?" He asked me, after listening immensely. The atmosphere was relaxed and trusting, and we both sipped tea out of bowls.

"I... don't know." I replied; "I could be a representation of lost love, or fleeting chances, or the big, unreachable goal that makes all others lose their shine in comparison." I frowned in thought.

"Or maybe you are just a human who thinks she used to be a hare, hmm? That would be true torture." I agreed. "Asha, how would you like to stay with me and be tutored by my side? You know little of the ways of this world -- and to learn would aid you greatly. Then you can be sent to the dome in the Autumn.. I'm sure Harper will allow you to share passage."

What else had I to do?

"Thank you -- I accept you kind terms."

"Good." Slowly he got up, unfurling his legs and rolling his feet so that he went from sitting to standing in one fluid motion. "Would you like to learn how to fight?"

I hesitated, before agreeing. It would come in handy. I laid my tea aside, and stood before him. I bowed, and he bowed back before snapping into a fighting stance.

"Yes -- good. But first must come the unlearning." He lunged, as fast as thunder. I saw him doing it before he did so, and panicked. Scared, I jumped around his blow before he threw the punch. He toppled forward, expecting much mroe resitance than me meets, and falls flat on his face. Feeling guilty, I helped him up. He staggered to his feet, stunned."

"Show me... how you did that."

~
Eight months passes before Harper came in the Autumn. I stayed with Arulai, and he game me my Robe -- and taught me how to loose a bow, cook, fight defensively with twin blades, and use my skill to effect. The blades I made, under the instruction of the Bear -- Jhans Frenn. He stayed in the village, and fed off Arulai's hospitality. He returned after a week, and wished to repay us for our kindness, and so taught me how to forge my blades. We made the markings by wrapping the blade in clay mixed with crushed Arum leaves, and cutting out the design before heating the blades, clay and all. As soon as the metal glowed to suit him, we took it out of the flame and plunged it in the stream, and once the clay flaked away the brilliant metal and enhanced motif were left. And the bear left wordlessly just after... just padded away as the cooled blades lay in my hands.

Harper came when the Arum trees I had first seen in blossom were a golden brown. He rode up in a carraige, and jumped down to embrace Arulai. Arulai introduced me, and they went inside. Harper was tall and strapping, his cropped red hair caught up in band. He smiled at me as he was led in, and I smiled back.
That night Arulai and I sat in the cushions in respectful silence towards each other, and when the dawn came he followed me to the door.

"The cloth and blades are yours. Harper will see you to a real teacher, come back to see Arulai sometime. But if you don't, or Arulai is dead when you come here, do not forget him."

"Thank you, Sempai. I will."

And we bowed to each other. Because there come a time in every parting when there's nothing left to do but part. I climbed aside Harper and set off for the dome. We didn't speak until sunset, a kind of mutual awkwardness existed. But then Harper said;

"How long have you stayed with Arulai?" He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, keeping his face turned t towards the horses.

"A long time. He taught me everything I knew."

"Really?" Harper looked down at me. "Oh dear. This is why we hoped the old nut never had children."

"Hmm? Why?"

"He's a bit too good. It tends to scare people."

"Ah -- yes." I laughed inside. I'd seen Arulai easily knock down greater men than Harper with his fingers. In the village's training Doro, a man entered while Arulai was training on the stone wheel. 'I'll have what grandpa here's having', he said. He came staggering back out within minutes, with Arulai still calmly pushing stone after stone across the track.

---

Yaarg. Sunlight.

"...What? Is it morning already?"

"No, it's Three-thirty in the afternoon." Harper was still holding the reins, I had fallen asleep on the seat. We were headed south, and the road had lost its frosty surface. Ahead, between the trees, lies a dome. Behind me lay doubt and fear. Ahead lay pain, but wonder and fathomless mysteries. Ahead lies the truth, and the life I never had. I wear the face of Asha Boden, but can I help being The White Hare?

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Tales Of The Hare (In chronological order)

Tales of Angels;
Tales pertaining to the Samsara Del Angeli
The Dawn Chorus {With Jhans} (Fic) [In progress :3]
Hopkinson's favorite (Zorolo) {With Jhans} [Ongoing]


In Character thread (Community co-op) [Concluded]

Asha has fought alongside (And therefore knows);
Jhans Frenn
Zorlo
Zachary

(Approved by myself!)

Name (and title): Inspector Tracey de Carlo

Age: 21

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Hair: Short, vivid red hair cut into choppy, wavy layers. Wavy, full bangs cover her forehead.

Eyes: A strikingly bright green.

Weight: 124 pounds

Height: 5’6”

Theme Song: Sorakara Koboreta Story (Sherlock Hound)

Known Family:
Chief Truman de Carlo – grandfather

Homeplace: Montebelle City, Rochester Republic, Airopa, Earth (city, country, continent, world)

Weapon: A white, semi-automatic pistol of locked-breech, short-recoil design, carried in a brown leather holster.

Armor: A small, black, bulletproof vest worn underneath her cloak

Strengths: Tracey has impressive aim with her pistol, and is not startled by the recoil of it, as some may be. She has no reservations about shooting at someone, and isn’t frightened by the idea of being shot at or attacked herself. She also has decent strength and speed for a girl of her age, and remarkable observational skills.

Weaknesses: The young detective is very easily distracted by clues and other interesting oddities she spots, and is terrified by magic or any other ability that can’t be explained by science or logic. Her lack of brawn has prevented her from winning several skirmishes, and she’s also a little on the clumsy side, but that trait generally only surfaces in less serious situations.

Skills/Magic: Tracey has no magic, and her only special skills are that of great observation and good aim with her pistol.

Appearance: Tracey is a cute, comely young woman, with an infectiously charming face and eyes. Her fair skin is speckled with light brown freckles, which gives her a natural and down-to-earth quality. Over her cheerful reddish locks, she wears a tan-colored knit hat, with a badge pinned on that is embossed with the insignia of Rochester Republic.

The detective sports a long, loose-fitting tan cloak covered with faded red patches where the fabric has worn, under which is her bulletproof black vest and a burgundy turtleneck sweater. She wears a pair of brown trousers as well, tucked into ankle-high, tan leather boots stained by the sands and mud of Rubato and Florheim. At her waist, she wears a brown leather belt, to which her pistol’s holster and sometimes a magnifying glass are attached. On her back, she carries a brown leather duffle bag, which contains her prized silver watch, among other things.

Picture:

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Personality: While Tracey tries her hardest to come off as elegant and coldly analytical, she’s truly a somewhat bumbling, but friendly, young gumshoe who’s a little accident-prone when in casual situations. The girl is very observant, and will sometimes get distracted by an interesting detail and begin to go off on a spiel about its significance or novelty. She’s been known to bluff and over-exaggerate in some instances to try and seem like a more astute and deeper-thinking detective. If in a conflict with one she knows to be stronger or quicker, Tracey may get nervous initially, but pushes herself to regain her composure as soon as she can. Insults to her detective abilities tend to faze the quirky girl more than wounds.

Biography: The puzzles, thrills, and glory involved in the fighting of crimes and unraveling of mysteries has always enticed Tracey de Carlo. Motivated by this passion, the girl worked for years studying old crimes and deduction methods in order to become the best detective imaginable. When the fledgling young gumshoe attained the age of eighteen, her services were requested by the local branch of the police, and she accepted the job offer with great joy and gratitude.

Throughout her three years on the Montebelle City police force, Tracey always believed she had risen up the ranks as quickly as she did because of her own skill as an officer and a detective. In her innocence, she never fathomed a guess as to the true nature of her success: the deplorable practice of nepotism. “Never in the police force,” had she asserted to those who suggested the theory to her; “Never would the lives and properties of the good people of Rochester Republic be jeopardized just because someone’s uncle or father wanted to stick their little relative in a position of high esteem.” Upon her premature promotion to inspector status, however, she had to face the grim possibility that her grandfather, chief of police, had in fact hired her and given her the new position without a single consideration of her merits as an officer.

Deeply disillusioned, Tracey seemed to change in her habits at work, and her zealousness for mysteries waned for several months. No longer did she proudly proclaim herself “The Detective Prodigy”, as she had dubbed herself at the beginning of her tenure on the force, and no longer did she carry herself with an air of importance and confidence. When the offer of a world-round trip came, on which the representative of Rochester Republic would meet with sister police institutions around the globe, rallying for anti-crime reforms, Tracey eagerly accepted the opportunity to leave home, hoping to reestablish herself as an inspector somewhere where she would be solely judged on her own worth.

Her travels brought her to the southernmost continent of the world, where the broiling, rugged, and wretched deserts of Rubato and the wild, tangled, unruly forests of Florheim were overflowing with crime. There, an endless cat-and-mouse game seemed to persist between the thinly spread forces of the law and the myriad and elusive criminals. Urged on by her sympathetic heart, Tracey offered her services to police stations across the two nations, advising them to save her special talents for only the extraordinary and the dire. A case the girl has specifically shown interest in becoming involved with in the future is the case of the Madrigals of Santa Mariela, in Rubato.

EDIT (3/19/07): Since arriving in Rubato, Tracey has been assigned a new partner from Cernilia who is a part of the same program she is participating in. The twenty-seven year old woman is a fellow inspector by the name of Daniela Cruz.
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Crossroads:
A Strange Development (in progress)
Unloading a Chamber or Two Before a Job (in progress)
Unsolved Murder: Mark's Manor (in progress)

Character Fiction:
A Test of Merit: The Locked Room Mystery (in progress)

Name: Veera Glacienna

Title: Ice Sorceress of the Northern Peaks

Age: 37

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Long and silver

Eyes: Pale blue

Weight: 174 pounds

Height: 6 ft 2.2 in

Side-note: Veera’s griffin is named Toran. It is part lion and part eagle. The torso and head being that of a lion is covered in perfectly silver fur from head to toe. His eyes glow a brilliant shade of blue and his teeth shine white like the snow. Jutting out from both of its sides are two gigantic white feathered wings which resemble those of an eagle. Toran has three long sharp grey talons one each foot and has a tiny white feathered tail which points out straight from the rear. This powerful beats is nine feet tall when it is standing on hind legs. It can survive the coldest temperatures as it has lived in the snow mountains all of its life. Toran is well mannered around Veera but gets nervous and angry when approached by anyone else.

Weapon: Nalora’s sacred scepter. Just like the name implies it was once wielded by one of the three chosen heroes Nelora. It is four feet long from tip to tip and has a small sphere on either end. The rod itself is midnight blue and the spheres are a nearly transparent purple. Within the spheres are shards of never melting ice which produce endless amounts of ice magic. When twirled the scepter can create an instant blizzard and when waved gently it can shoot out blasts of ice or balls of snow from either end.

Armor: Veera does not wear any ‘warrior armor’ but she does have some special protection. She wears a blue magic resistant cape which can reduce the dame she takes from any spell except fire. For this reason fighting her with magic is puts you at a slight disadvantage. Veera’s cape has a silvery border dotted with tiny white gems and the cape itself is covered in ancient gold symbols.

Strengths: She is a vicious opponent on land and in the air. Veera is an extraordinary flier in any condition and has unsurpassed speed and power with ice magic. With or without her griffin she is unusually fast due to her lack of heavy armor making her nearly impossible to hit.

Weaknesses: The sorceress’s lack of armor makes her unfortunately vulnerable to any non-magic attacks. Due to her sole knowledge of ice magic her spells can be rendered useless by any fire related spells.

Skills/Magic: Her skills lie mostly in her ice magic. As said above Veera can shoot a blast of ice from her scepter and even summon a devastating blizzard to boost her powers or even to become more evasive in a battle. On land she has been known to make the ground very slippery and also creating huge walls of ice to hide behind or block attacks. The ice sorceress has incredible skill as a flier on her griffin Toran.

Appearance: At a distance she looks like a specter of the snow but this in only because the harsh whether has given her skin a very pale look. Her silvery hair flows down to her waist and atop her head is dark blue headpiece with two points shooting out of the top. A silver gem rests atop her forehead matching her silvery smooth lips. Around the sorceress’s neck lies a mysterious purple necklace which she keeps on at all times. Veera wears a dazzling royal blue gown that drapes down to the snowy ground beneath her. Waist, legs arms and neck are all very slim and voluptuous to go with her small yet enticing breasts. On her arms and legs she has white gloves and stockings so as not to expose her skin directly to the cold weather.

Personality: Villainous, treacherous and all things evil. Veera’s appearance gives people the impression that she is nothing but kind and caring but the hate from her ancestors runs powerfully through her. She leads the small mysterious group of ice mages who were banished to the barren frosty peaks after trying to establish control over Fitaria. The sorceress is a cunning remorseless strategist who in one quick strike surrendered General Valor of the Fitarian Wyvern Knights and killed him only after making him endure the horrifying deaths of his comrades.

Biography:

In the earlier years after the battle against the great demon, the monarchy of Fitaria had little control over the kingdom and suddenly one of the chosen heroes Nalora Glacienna felt her heart fill with greed and desire. She betrayed the other two chosen heroes and assembled a powerful group of fire and ice mages. They struck the castle in an attempt to take control of the kingdom but were beaten back by Arkana, Ellicia and a few brave knights. As punishment, Queen Ellicia Fitaria banished the ice mages to suffer in the harsh cold of the northern peaks and the fire mages to suffer in the sweltering heat of the southern desert.

Centuries later Veera Glacienna was brought into the world. Her mother Rebecca died while giving birth and her father Bardon had been captured and killed by the wyvern knights. She was raised by the ice mages who believed that one day the bloodline of the chosen hero would give them a second chance to take over Fitaria.

One evening when Veera was but a child, she awoke to the sound of wings flapping nearby. Upon closer investigation she saw that it was a griffin. There had been many sightings of a winged beast here in the mountains and now she believed them. Without the slightest thought about what might happen Veera walked up to the creature and began to pet it. The beast turned to face her and their eyes met for a moment or two until it lay down in the snow so that she could mount him. The pair flew about the mountains with relative ease. “I’ll call you Toran” Veera exclaimed as they soared around the highest peaks.

After many years filled with long hours of studying, flying and practicing ice magic, the mages bestowed upon Veera the sacred scepter that had once been wielded by Nelora. Impressively the sorceress displayed a never before seen expertise in the art of spell casting.

At the age of 37, Veera organized a false attack on Fitaria knowing that nearby one of the newcomers to the wyvern platoon was spying on them. General Valor and his men appeared as planned atop their mighty dragon-like creatures heading towards the village. They did not know however that a dozen or so ice mages were stationed at select points along the mountains ready to strike when the opportunity was right. Vera raised her staff and in an instant ice blasts were soaring in every direction. The roars of the wyvern’s drowned out everything as they collapsed into the snow leaving their riders alone and unprepared. The sorceress descended from the cliff she had been on and stood over Valor gazing smugly at him. The ice mages one by one froze the men in front of the fallen general and when none remained Veera froze him as well.

Knowing that the time was now ripe after hearing word that Princess Alura of Fitaria had suddenly disappeared into the night with General Bryce, Veera decided that this was the second chance her tribe had been waiting for. The ice sorceress, atop her griffin, led the ice mages down the mountains south towards the kingdom of Fitaria ready to wage war against the people who had banished them so very long ago.

Taking a quick glance down at her purple necklace, she quickly halted the procession and laughed. Her evil cackle rang out through the blizzard and she turned to her people. “March onward to the castle, I will meet you there but I must check on something”. The ice mages knew that the gem on the necklace contained a dark presence directly linked to the vile creature from legends. Veera and Toran flew off like the wind in the direction of the eastern woods where the body of the demon was said to have been left.

And so it was that the Veera Glacienna was born and raised in the chilling northern mountains until she became fit to rule her people as the ice sorceress. But what became of the General of the wyvern knights and the Princess of Fitaria? Will the ice sorceress be successful in resurrecting the ancient evil and establishing control over the kingdom?

Name: Bryce Dynak

Title: General Bryce of the Fitarian Wyvern Knights

Age: 38

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Long grizzly and brown

Eyes: Light green

Weight: 240 pounds (340 with armor)

Height: 6 ft 8.2 in

Side-note: Bryce’s wyvern is a huge grey winged beast called Volke. It is eighteen feet tall when it stands on its hind legs. Volke has huge wings and a long spiky tail. Oddly enough it too has light green eyes just like his master. It wears a crimson chest plate and a large crimson ring around its neck and ankles. He is a well mannered beast but when a battle arises it is a ferocious and ruthless combatant. It is vulnerable to all spells and magic attacks but can hardly be bothered by axes and swords due to its tough scales. Unfortunately Volke hasn’t yet mastered the art of the nefarious ‘dragon breath’ renowned among the older wyverns.

Weapon: Arkana’s sacred blade. Like the name implies, it was once wielded by the hero Arkana who was one of the three chosen ones who fought against the great demon and saved the lands of Marinia from complete destruction. At four feet in length from hilt to tip it is a perfect weapon to wield from atop a Wyvern. The hilt is molten red and is encrusted with various magical gems which give the blade magical fire properties. When Bryce calls upon the sword’s secret power, the shining white blade will suddenly become shrouded in thick flames which can douse the power of darkness.

Armor: He bears the weight of his 100 pound armor. It is crimson in honor of the kingdom of Fitaria; all of their soldiers and guards wear crimson armor. Embedded on the chest plate is a circle of golden gems. Along the rims of his leg and shoulder plates as well as his gauntlets are tiny black rubies that can only be found in the Fitarian mines. Upon his broad shield is the Fitarian coat of arms which is a white castle with a wyvern on either side and directly in the centre is a glowing orb that bears a stunning resemblance to the one on Bryce’s chest plate. Obviously this armor hinders the general’s movements on land but it’s like a feather for Bryce’s wyvern. The armor is extremely vulnerable to elemental magic attacks and is likewise extremely resistant to any common weapon attacks.

Strengths: He is evidently a powerful warrior on land and even more so in the air. Bryce can maneuver his wyvern as if he himself was the winged beast. As a skilled warrior he can wield any weapon known to man but he definitely prefers swords.

Weaknesses: Due to his armor’s lack of resistance to elemental magic attacks, Bryce is unfortunately very vulnerable to any water, fire, air and earth magic attack. If his wyvern is defeated or in the unlikely case that it is not present, the general moves unfathomably slow. When in the air he can only attack at close ranges and his wyvern is susceptible to any magic or arrow attacks.

Skills/Magic: Bryce’s only magical ability is his sacred sword which will become momentarily fiery allowing him to deal more damage against his enemies. He has unsurpassed skills as both a warrior and wyvern rider.

Appearance: General Bryce is a very tall and muscular man. His mane of grizzly brown hair is always windswept from his aerial patrol. He has a broad chest with a well defined six-pack. His arm and leg muscles are huge from all of his training with his soldiers. Bryce’s light green eyes are seen by his enemies for only a moment until there life bleeds away. He has weathered peach skin from his patrols in the northern icy mountains and the dry southern deserts. On his left arm he bears an old scar from his first meeting with the dark riders.

Personality: Alone, Bryce is terribly overconfident when it comes to his strength which often leaves an opening for his opponents to get the best of him. However when he travels with his team he takes every possible precaution to make sure that his troops are never harmed and that all will return to Fitaria alive and well. The general is a cunning strategist when it comes to the battlefield. Ultimately Bryce is a kind and wise man who tends to keep to himself due to the terrible tragedy which befell his family when he was but an enfant.

Biography:

Bryce Dynak was born in a poor town called Tipando. The village was built on the easternmost peninsula of Marinia and lay just under the jurisdiction of the kingdom of Fitaria. His mother Maria died giving birth to him and his father raised him as a blacksmith. Bryce’s older brother Larik was conscripted into the Fitarian army and his younger sister Saria stayed at the house to cook and develop her healing abilities.

At the age of thirteen the young Bryce had just gone to pick up materials from the mines when he noticed a large cloud of dust fast approaching the village. A large group of riders atop black horses rode towards the village, weapons raised. The desire to warn his father and sister burst forth from him and he ran back to his house. By the looks of the scene a few of the riders were fire mages as balls of fire kept soaring by and igniting dozens of the wooden structures. Upon his arrival, the young boy saw his father collapse into a puddle of mud with a huge stab wound through his chest. Red eyes glowed evilly under the helmet of the rider who had just murdered Bryce’s father. In one quick flash the killer sent a burning ball of fire at the house. There was a scream which Bryce recognized as his sister Saria crying out for help. Her shouts were drowned by the deafening sound of splintering boards as the house collapsed and the screaming ceased.

Out of the sky, through the thickening smoke came twenty or thirty wyverns, each with a crimson armored rider. They descended upon the village swiftly, putting out the fires with strong gusts from their wings while the rest fought and drove out the riders. Bryce watched in amazement but soon his reality came flooding back to him when he realized he had been cut along his arm by the rider’s sword. “Like father like son” he laughed but before the final blow was dealt the mysterious man was thrown from his steed by one of the wyvern knights. The beast devoured the horse while the rider dismounted and thrust his blade through the murderer’s heart. When Bryce awoke he was in a strange room surrounded by people in crimson armor. “Welcome to the kingdom of Fitaria” said the biggest in a gentle voice.

The rest of the story happened very quickly, as if someone had hit the fast forward button on the boy’s life. The boy grew up, he became a man and after enduring much danger and hardships topped with his painful memories of the past he received the honor of joining the wyvern knights under the leadership of none other than Bryce’s rescuer, General Valorin.

In his twenties, an evil presence began growing from the western regions, which by legend were said to contain the remains of the ancient dark demon. The feared desert riders of the south and the illustrious ice mages of the north sought this dark entity. Bryce and the rest of the wyvern knights were dispatched. Valorin lead one group to the icy peaks while Bryce was given command of the other group heading to the desert. It was there that the once innocent child proved himself a man and halted a small group of the mysterious riders. The battle was nothing like Bryce could have imagined. His wyvern and him were as one as they launched attack after attack. Some of the knights had taken serious damage from the fire attacks but all had survived. With a triumphant gleam in his light green eyes he led the group back to Fitaria to see how the other group had fared.

When they returned however Bryce and his team were greeted with horrible news. General Valorin and his knights had been ambushed by none other than the ice sorceress Glacienna. Valorin had been forced to watch his knights, one by one, killed and finally the sorceress dealt one final blow to him and it was over. Only one had managed to escape to report what had happened. Larik, one of the new wyvern knights had barely survived the encounter and was able to return to the kingdom and warn the other knights.

It took only a second, but Bryce recognized his brother Larik. They shook hands and then embraced. All his life Bryce had thought he was alone, but his brother lived on and finally years later they had encountered each other again. This heart filled moment was interrupted by Alnard, commander of the elite Fitarian foot soldiers. He said that in Valorin’s will, it was written that Bryce would become the next general of the wyvern knights.

Bryce’s goal became obvious. As he was now charged with defending the kingdom of Fitaria he had no choice but to stop this impending darkness from the northern peaks. But first the general knew that he was not yet ready for this task. And so in the middle of the night; he and Volke flew from the city leaving Larik in charge. Bryce sought out the strongest of foes from every land.

And so it was that the poor little boy in Tipando village grew up and became the General of the Fitarian Wyvern Knights. But his story does not end here. The conflict across the lands of Marinia was merely starting to surface. What became of the Sorceress of ice? Was the growing darkness really the ancient demon’s soul calling for its body? To find out read Glacienna’s character profile.

Name: Rikyu Soseki
Alias/Title/Nickname: Ben Shaddai Mal’ach (translated into Hebrew as “Son of the Angel of Destruction”)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Rephaim, or spirit of a dead Nephilim (was a Nephilim-Human Hybrid when he was alive)
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 150 lbs.
Theme Song: It's Not Over by Daughtry

Weapon: Sword of Azazel- The weapon crafted by the very angel that presided over the arts of war, ornaments, and cosmetics, the Sword of Azazel was the weapon used by Azazel himself during the Great Rebellion in Heaven. The weapon is composed of adamant, the toughest metal in all of creation, and is indestructible by all means. The blade takes the form of a katana, and is housed in an adamant sheath, which has ancient, pre-Flood writing inscribed upon it. The weapon is capable of deflecting magical and elemental attacks, but the strength required to perform that is near Rikyu’s full strength. Although it is composed of adamant, the sword cannot cut through materials as tough or tougher than iron, due to the restrictions placed upon it by God before He gave it to Rikyu. All of the weapon is silvery in color, including the sheath.
Armor: Supernatural Blessing of Immunity- All loyal servants of God and Lucifer that are in contact with their respective leaders naturally do not ever attack Rikyu with killer intent. This does affect those who do not know of Rikyu’s “importance”. However, those who serve God may be informed by Him of Rikyu while they are fighting him, should they have killer intent.

Strength: Being a supernatural being, Rikyu is stronger, faster, more agile, and more physically able than humans. Having been transformed by God into a Rephaim upon his death, Rikyu exists as angels and demons do: without need of sleep, food, and drink, though he is able to enjoy those pleasures if he wants. Rikyu can, by whim, walk on water and other surfaces as if he was weightless, but he cannot fly. Capable of great leaps, Rikyu can fight flying foes to some level, and is also capable of wielding the Sword of Azazel well to some degree.
Weakness: Rikyu is capable of death while in physical form, meaning he is not immortal. Unskilled in combat, Rikyu is inexperienced as a fighter, and is not good at fighting veteran fighters. Rikyu’s quick temper is also a problem in battle. His incorporeality/corporeality control ability has some technical flaws to it.
Magic/Skills: Incorporeality/Corporeality Control- Being a spirit of sorts, Rikyu is naturally incorporeal, but he can take physical form if he so desires. While incorporeal, he acts as if he was in physical form, except he is intangible and able to go through things, invisible to the naked eye, and undetectable in any natural way. He cannot harm physical objects in this state, but can fight things that enter this state of being, as if on a separate plane of existence. He also cannot shift between incorporeality and corporeality often, or he’ll be temporarily stuck in an “in-between” state, where he can be affected and seen by both incorporeal and corporeal entities at the same time, but can only affect corporeal objects. While in this “in-between” state, he appears as a translucent version of himself.

Personality: Burning with a hatred against those who’ve hated and manipulated him, Rikyu is very distrustful of people. Hating both angels and demons, Rikyu feels that he should be able to continue his existence freely, without being watched, manipulated, attacked, or even spoken to by good and evil angels. Hating humans for the cruelty they showed him while he was alive, Rikyu will not hesitate to kill someone he deems dangerous and a threat to his existence. Intelligent yet rebellious, Rikyu won’t hesitate to fight, and will occasionally go to places where warfare and battles are present just to have an excuse to kill. He cares little for the needy, and has a neutral opinion on God Himself, seeing He has done nothing bad towards him, despite the actions of His manipulative angels.

Quick to anger, just like his demonic father, Rikyu will not tolerate those who are cruel and evil to others. He seems to fight for a self-righteous goal that does not (but should) reveal his own hypocrisy towards cruelty and malevolence. The Rephaim treats those of the opposite sex as he would his own gender, and seems to have forgotten how it is to be human again. Without a true goal or purpose, Rikyu wanders the Earth in search of a reason to continue his existence.

Appearance: Full body picture of Rikyu.

Biography: Long ago, when mankind had been cast from Eden and began to become fruitful, it came in contact with angels. The angels set to watch mankind, known as the Grigori, fell in love with the daughters of men, and took them as wives, and began sons for them. These Grigori were 200 in number, and their leader was Samyaza, one of the angels who led the rebellion in Heaven. Their children were known as the Nephilim, and they were men of great size and skill, and were renowned as heroes and were sometimes violent. The Grigori then decided to teach mankind the secrets of Heaven, and one named Azazel, who was the leader of the Nephilim, taught men how to make weapons of war, ornaments, and even cosmetics.

This caused God to regret creating mankind, and decided to destroy them with a flood. Sending the Angel of Flame, Uriel, to Noah to warn him of the coming flood, God’s angels began to prepare for a maneuver they would perform to bind the Grigori on the Earth during the Flood. When the flood came, a large army of angels led by the Angel of Healing, Raphael, came to the Earth to bind the Grigori an unknown desert. They created a pit separately for Azazel, where he would be sealed away from the other Grigori. The name of the pit is Dudael, and as with the desert the Grigori were sealed in, it’s current location is unknown.

After the Flood, mankind began to repopulate the Earth, free from the genetic corruptions the Nephilim possessed. However, the Grigori were only 200 in number, and Lucifer had thousands and even millions more angels at his disposal. Because of this, rumors of post-Flood Nephilim sprouted amongst the angels of God; all of them were verified by God to be true. However, without being able to destroy them again with a Flood, God decided to use mankind to eradicate the Nephilim once more.

By calling the patriarch Abraham, and eventually creating the Jewish peoples, God created a chain of events that would ultimately end with the destruction of Nephilim existing in Caanan. Never again were so many Nephilim present in one place on Earth. However, God granted the souls of many Nephilim the right to exist as spirits which wandered the Earth, who would cause men and women to fall. This would mean that Nephilim could exist on Earth, but not in many numbers, such as those that makes up a nations.


Thousands of years of later, in the country of Japan, a young woman by the name of Imare Soseki went out with her female friends for a night of partying. At the night club they went to, Imare met a beautiful young man that had a seductive aura about him. She began to speak with the man, whose name was Hideo, and Imare started to became infatuated with him. That night, the two made love, and Imare conceived a child. Unbeknownst to Imare, the man named Hideo was not human, but in fact a fallen angel named Asmodai. The fallen angel had seduced her to fulfill a dark prophecy given to the patriarch Enoch, which stated that a child born in a line entwined with the blood of angels, demons, and humans would become the tool of Lucifer to usher in the Apocalypse.

In fact, Asmodai was the son of Samael, the Angel of Death and “brother” of Lucifer, and Lilith, the first wife of Adam. When Asmodai had died during the Flood, God had turned him into a fallen angel, a position that Asmodai used during history to influence mankind negatively. Asmodai was recorded to even have predicted King Solomon’s kingdom would be divided after his death, and eventually Asmodai and his fellow angels would “disperse among human beings again and shall be worshipped as gods because men did not know the names of the angels who ruled them". This cursed lineage and history would cause the initiation of the prophecy to occur at the conception of the child.

Nine months later, the illegitimate son named Rikyu was born into a world that seemed to despise him. As he grew up, Rikyu started to become a burden to his mother, who had put aside her young life to raise her son. This caused Rikyu to feel like a mistake, and became depressed as time passed. At school, he was picked on and hated by other students, who were at the time being slightly influenced by fallen angels to do so. Rikyu started to feel a hatred for others, and started to become a violent child. At age 10, Rikyu’s life turned upside-down when his mother had committed suicide due to the difficulty of raising her son.

The even more depressed child was taken in by his grandparents, whom Rikyu disliked greatly. The 13-year-old started to hate his grandparents, who were both strict and traditional in nature. An intelligent yet stubborn teenager, Rikyu became very rebellious both at home and at school. He became popular at school for starting fights and always contradicting the teachers during class. Rikyu started to gain friends, almost all who either hanged around him because of his attitude or his popularity with girls. When Rikyu turned 14, he moved to the city of Himeji, which seemed to shatter his rebellious attitude.

Feeling alone and rejected, and with a great hatred for those he knew, Rikyu was ripe for demonic influence. At this point in life, Rikyu felt suicidal, and decided it was best to take his own life. However, when he was 15, Rikyu sat in his room and saw a fallen angel appear before him. Acting upon impulse, Rikyu tried to run, but the demon caught him and held him down. Surprisingly, the teenager did not scream, but only asked the fallen angel what he wanted with him. The demon replied by saying his name was Arioch, and he was sent to take his life.

Smiling, Rikyu asked the angel what would he exist as after he died. Arioch replied that Rikyu would exist as a spirit that would exist only to make men fall astray from God. Rikyu then let the angel touch his forehead, which instantly made the teenager die. When he came into existence as a spirit, Rikyu asked Arioch what would happen next, and the fallen angel did not reply, but merely vanished. This led Rikyu to plan his future existence, and thought about tormenting those who picked on him while he was alive.

As he continued to exist, Rikyu started to learn that he possessed spiritual powers as a Rephaim. He started to use those powers to torment others, and Rikyu started to gain the attention of good and evil angels. A good angel came across Rikyu stalking a human girl who made fun of him years ago, and the angel tried to kill the evil spirit. However, Rikyu fought the holy entity back, and the battle quickly ended as the angel stopped fighting and remarked that Rikyu was a Rephaim, or Nephilim spirit. Rikyu questioned the angel, asking him who he was and what he wanted with him.

The angel, who was both cunning and wise, knew of Rikyu’s destiny, and decided to “help God out”. Although it was against Angelic Law that a good angel would influence a Rephaim’s existence, the angel explained to Rikyu that he was being fooled by fallen angels, and would be manipulated into destroying his own existence. Feeling at least a little fear of true death, Rikyu asked to angel to prove his statement, and the angel replied that God could use Rikyu as an angel of death, who were known as being cold-hearted and sometimes malevolent.

Rikyu was interested in the offer, and accepted it, on the terms that he could continue existing as a spirit, and not an angel. Instantly, Rephaim’s appearance was completely altered into that of a young man, and a sheathed sword had appeared in his hands. Rikyu asked the angel in suspicion what had just occurred, and the angel replied by saying that God decided to give the Rephaim a gift for deciding to work for Him. The sword he was given was a weapon used by a great fallen angel during the Great Rebellion. He also said that Rikyu could take the designated lives without punishment from God, but only as long as he would remain a servant of God. Pleased with his position, Rikyu asked the angel about the angel Arioch, but when he heard the fallen angels’s name, the good angel’s expression changed to one of utter fear and shock. Without answering his question, the angel vanished, aware of the dangers that were to come.

In confusion, Rikyu thought of a way to pursue the angel, but could not think of one. After wandering the Earth for a few days, Rikyu was confronted by a fallen angel, who was instantly shocked when he saw the weapon Rikyu possessed. Trying to coax the Rephaim into giving him the weapon, the fallen angel saw that Rikyu was aware of the threat the fallen angel had. The fallen angel attacked Rikyu, but the Rephaim countered the attack with one of his own. After fighting and subduing the fallen angel, Rikyu questioned him, and discovered that both the sides of good and evil were trying to manipulate him.

Good angels had intended on using Rikyu and eventually turning him into a vessel for God, obligated to work of the Almighty One or be destroyed, while fallen angels intended on using Rikyu as a tool of Lucifer, who would cause chaos and destruction with him. Rikyu questioned whether or not Lucifer cared for his life, and the fallen angel, forced to speak the truth, replied with “Lucifer could care less about your life; all he wants is you to do the work he cannot”.

After releasing the fallen angel, Rikyu told him to return to Lucifer with a message, “Tell your master that I am not the servant of anyone, not him, and not God.”

As the fallen angel vanished, Rikyu ceased to be a servant of God, and would become enemies of both good and fallen angels. Rikyu felt that everyone wanted to use him for their own gain, something that he would not accept. He wanted to exist freely, not under the rule of others and not as a tool for good or evil. However, that would never be possible, as his rebellious nature would lead him to Armageddon, the place that he would meet the most rebellious one of all, Azazel.

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