Character List

Name: Kartaikian, otherwise known as Stormcloud.

Age: Around 18 years of age.

Race: Basically human, but from a different universe with slightly different traits.

Gender: Male.

Hair: Gray and messy. A mop of hair that covers his ears and forehead, and yes, gray.

Eyes: Gray. See, there's a bit of a theme here.

Weight: Just about 160 lbs, but they don't have scales where he comes from.

Height: Just about 6 feet tall.

Weapons: A greenish/black longsword, with a crack that runs down the middle of the blade. The metal used to make the blade is unknown, and unlike any other metal. The metal does not melt at super high temperatures, it does not break or bend or dent or chip no matter how hard it seems to get hit. In fact, if the person holding the blade were to, say, shove the blade into the spokes of a moving train wheel, it would be more likley that his arm be torn off and the wheel stop moving then for the blade to break. This blade is called Soulsplitter, and it's enchanted with a curse. The curse originally took Kartaikian by surprise, and split his entire soul into two parts. Hence he became two people instead of just one. It took him many long years of questing in order to conquer the curse and become whole again. He can now use the curse at will in order to separate himself in two, so as to attack from two places at once. This is useful for fighting groups of enemies, where he would otherwise be surrounded or flanked, or for fighting large enemies that never show their weak side.

Kartaikian also has a composite recurved bow and many steel tipped barbed arrows, with gray feathers. At any given time he may also have a knife or other small weapon, but nothing big enough to be worth mentioning.

Armor: Kartaikian wears a hauberk of black chainmail under his other clothing. Over his chainmail he wears simple hard leather armor, and then over that he wears his normal gray clothing. This is usually enough to fend off most slashing attacks, but still leaves him vulnerable to powerful stabbing attacks. He doesn't wear a helm, but he does have a sheild.

His sheild is a small round sheild, made of wood in order to remain light enough to carry, but plated in metal for protection. The metal coating is black, but a shiny steel rhombus (diamond-shape) is inset into the middle of the sheild. In the middle of the rhombus is a deadly metal spike, for sheild bashing.

Strengths: Kartaikian is exceptionally skilled in both swordplay and archery, and can do both from horseback. He is also a skilled adventurer and can last many days without food or water, and not be weakened. He can run fast and jump high, and his strong arms enable him to climb walls, ropes, and whatnot without his legs if necessary. He is also strong-minded and strong-willed, and will not stop until he's met his goal. Also, his Soulsplitting ability can be concidered a strength.

Weaknesses: Kartaikian is not very empathetic and cannot sense the feelings, emotions, or thoughts of people around him unless they're very strong. He also has very little resistance to magical attacks. Sometimes he tends to get frustrated when he can't solve something. Also, he occasionally rushes into action before thinking, which can be both a good thing, or a drastically bad thing. The many things he carries on his back (sheild, backpack, quiver, bow, etc.) tend to slow him down, so he sometimes puts these items on his horse where they're not in his immediate grasp. While he is separated in two via Soulsplitter, each half of him is half as strong as normal.

Techniques/Magic: Soulsplitter, the mystic cursed longsword. Given 5 to 10 seconds to concentrate and activate the curse, Kartaikian can separate his soul and body into two equal parts. Both bodies will look exactly like Kartaikian, only somewhat slimmer and smaller. One will be dressed completely in black (instead of gray) and the other completely in white (instead of gray) including the hair (but the eyes will remain exactly the same, gray.) The other minimal differences are that instead of being ambidextrous, one (the black colored one) is right handed and the other (the white colored one) is left handed.

Each copy will have half of the longsword, which literally splits down the center along the crack. Hence the blade itself is already at a disadvantage, being smaller and only having one sharpened edge. Each half of Kartaikian will be less strong as the whole Kartaikian, with less resistance to all forms of attack (except magical attacks against the mind, as Kartaikian's mind is still whole), less endurance, and less energy. He will still be just as strong-minded and strong-willed because his mind is not separated between the halves, but instead shared.

The advantages are the fact that he can attack from two places at once, making it easier to take down pretty much any kind of enemy. He can attack from various angles at once, or surround a single enemy, or make it easier to attack groups of multiple enemies who would otherwise have him surrounded. In about twice as much time as it takes him to separate, he can join himself together again.

The separation process is very painful, but he's use to it by now. This sometimes keeps him from using it more than once in the same battle. However, it takes no energy or skill, and cannot be done wrong. This is because it's the curses natural posistion to be active, and hence it actually takes much more energy to undo the curse than to activate it.

Appearance: The first thing anyone notices is the color of his clothing. He is dressed exclusively in gray, his tunic, cloak, and trousers, to match his gray hair and eyes. He wears a black leather backpack to store his various items and such, and strapped to his pack is his quiver and bow. At his black leather belt he carries his blade, Soulsplitter, sheathed in its strange black metal scabbard at Kartaikian's left (Kartaikian can use his sword and bow with either hand however.) As is normal for his race, his ears are slightly pointed (not as much as elves ears though) and he is fairly tall and thin. His horse, which goes by the name Stormrider, is a very large warhorse and is as gray as Kartaikian.

Personality: Kartaikian usually appears to be emotionless, as he normally hides his emotion. This makes it hard for people to tell what he's thinking. He's not very empathetic, and hence cannot read the emotions of other people. He acts cold and unfriendly at times (most times) since he doesn't show emotion (including happiness) but is good at heart. Although he's generally uncaring of anything that doesn't immediatly effect him, he cannot stand for evil and would put a stop to any kind of mistreatment or unreasonable harm to other people. He travels the world, never settling anywhere. He never talks about his past, his feelings, or what he's thinking (in fact, he generally doesn't talk much at all) and is rather avoidant of people in general. He's seen the evils people are cabable of, and doesn't trust anyone. He prefers to be alone, clearly, and avoids teamwork for any reason, unless absolutely necessary or unavoidable.

Biography: Read the whole biography, as it progresses, here.

Long ago, when Kartaikian was about 15, someone burned down half of Kartaikain's hometown, killing many of his friends, and his grandfather, whom he lived with. His grandfather had been his closest and only real relative, a better father to Kartaikian than his real father. His real father hardly ever spent any time with Kartaikian, simply naming him and leaving him with his grandfather. He showed up every year or so for long enough to give Kartaikian's grandfather some money (since he didn't work) and then leave.

After the arson, Kartaikian had nowhere to really live and no one to run too, so he simply ran away. As he was still young, the arson had helped with his general antisocial attitude. He long explored the world, never really settling. On one quest he traveled to the ruins of an ancient civilization on the idea that a powerful artifact lay hidden there; a sword that would double the strength and power of its bearer. His father warned him of the artifact, saying many things about the unreliability of myths and magic, but he ignored him and found the longsword. The moment he touched the blade he was cursed, and it split his soul into two parts. For a very long time he was stuck like this, one person in two bodies. Soon he got somewhat used to it, but it was still a bit of a hinderance.

One day though, through a quest that is still yet to be written, Kartaikian had to conquer the curse in order to save his father, whom although he seemed to hate on the outside, he truly still loved on the inside. Having conquered the curse through events yet unknown, he was able to use it at will. Thus he could rend himself in two at any random moment he so wished, and surprise his opponent (or opponents) by attacking from two places at once. It took a while to truly master this, and the rending process still hurts quite a bit, but it takes almost no energy or skill to do, as it's the natural form of the curse.



Name: Apokalypsis, Apollyon's Veil [A-POK-AL-YPS-IS]

Age: Immortal

Race: Black Elf

Gender: Male

Hair: Black, not shiny, shoulder length and down to the eyes in front.

Eyes: Irises usually black, but red when possessed by Apollyon.

Weight: No more than 150 lbs., not counting weapons and armor.

Height: No more than 6 ft. 1 in.

Weapons: The Halberd of Destruction, and the Black Scales. The Halberd of Destruction was granted to Apokalypsis by Apollyon. It is made from a dark black metal, and has a dark purple crystal embedded near the blade on both sides. It has the ability to affect and harm souls, striking them with fear, or clouding them with darkness. The Black Scales were made by Apokalypsis himself, formed from his battle axes and endowed with his elemental powers. They are also gifted with some demonic power, granted by Apollyon. The Black Scales are two one-hand single-bladed battle axes made from a black/gray metal. They are named Nikao and Sphazo. Nikao represents War and Conquest, and has a red crystal of Fire (representing war) on one side and a white crystal of Water (representing conquest) on the other. With Nikao, Apokalypsis can manipulate water and fire using his elemental powers. Using the demonic power granted in Nikao, Apokalypsis can cause feelings of anger and rage (War) and can weaken opposition (Conquest.) Sphazo represents Famine and Plague and has a black crystal of Stone (famine) on one side and a green crystal of Electricity (plague) on the other. With Sphazo, Apokalypsis can manipulate stone and electricity using his elemental powers. Using Sphazo's demonic power, Apokalypsis can drain energy from his opposition (Famine) and cause pestilence (Plague.) He also has a whip that he generally doesn't use as a weapon, but in driving his horse.

Armor: A black brigandine, sewn with red thread. Slightly enchanted with darkness, but not invincible.

Strengths: Power over elements and darkness. Demonic power. Near invincible to elemental/dark magic. Cannot drown unless unconscious. Scarcely needs food and water. Can see clearly whilst lacking light. Especially strong while in the presence of great evil and darkness, and can be fully possessed by Apollyon for ultimate strength. Also, he is proficient in the use of bladed weapons and polearms.

Weaknesses: Extremely frail to light/white magic. Can technically be killed with any sort of weapon, or by any blunt or sharp instrument. Much of Apokalypsis's power is within his weapons, so without them he is devastatingly weaker. Especially weak in the presence of great goodness and light. Would never be caught out in the light of day without his heavy cloak covering every part of his body, and thus wouldn't be able to make any swift or skilled movements in the daylight. General magic (black/dark magic) uses up energy, elemental magic uses up even more energy, and special magic (the Halberd and the Scales) use up a lot of energy. Thus, Apokalypsis must be careful that he doesn't use magic too often.

Skills/Magic: Elemental magic, power over all four elements (Fire, Water, Stone, and Electricity; the four elements as listed by the Elves of Apokalypsis's time/world) especially when channeled through the Black Scales. Standard black magic and dark magic (magic over darkness) especially when channeled through the Halberd of Destruction. With the Halberd comes power over souls, granting the ability to harm or strike fear into any creature with a soul (or sometimes just a mind), or to cloud souls with darkness (having the general affect of dampening goodness and will, or causing confusion) and being able to harm the intangible, via spirit. With the Scales comes power over what Apollyon calls the Four Horsemen (Conquest, War, Famine, and Plague) who's abilities are as described above (Conquest: causes feelings of defeat and uselessness. War: causes feelings of anger, hate, and rage. Famine: drains energy and dehydrates. Plague: causes sickness and pestilence.)

Appearance: Apokalypsis generally looks like a dark elf who's never seen the Sun, and is malnourished. He is tall and thin (thinner, even, then natural due to malnourishment) and has pointed ears, all what you'd expect from an elf. He has dark black lackluster hair, which grows down to his shoulders and often covers much of his eyes. His skin is pale and grayish, and looks somewhat as you'd expect of someone who has spent thousands of years without the touch of Sunlight. His face is scarred with years worth of battle, and the occasional fatal blow. His dark eyes lack shine to them, and wouldn't be seen from under his hood any more than his face. He wears a black (except where the seams are sewn, in red) brigandine (armor composed of fabric with plates of metal riveted onto the inside.) He wears the Black Scales, which are each two feet long, at his belt; Nikao on his left, Sphazo at his right. Over all that he wears a black, with red seams again, hooded mantle, which covers his entire body. He has another, looser and buckleless red belt to hold the mantle closed, and a red shoulder strap which holds his Halberd, which is about 5 and a half feet long, on his back. His mantle is full of pockets with which he holds various items. He rides a tall black warhorse, named Melas. Melas has no saddle or reins, and only follows the command of Apokalypsis.

Personality: Apokalypsis is almost pure evil. Once he lusted power, but when he got it he eventually tired of it. Then he resorted to lusting destruction, but that soon lost its desirability when it brought him nothing of use. Now his sole goal is destroying all that is good, and bringing darkness to cover all worlds. He has the demons of the Underworld on his side, and the angels of the Overworld against him. He lives for himself, and himself alone (aside from following the occasional orders from Apollyon, which he detests in secret) and hates to take orders, or be told what to do, even from superiors. Unlike Apollyon, he doesn't enjoy inflicting useless pain and suffering (although he doesn't have anything against it either) unless it benefits him somehow, even if only slightly (he won't expend extra energy just to cause pain, suffering, or destruction, usually...) He is strategic, and doesn't let anger get the best of him (usually.) He does not fear death, because it no longer holds any power over him.

Biography: Many years ago, a great battle took place, between the great Light Elves and the evil Dark Elves. Although the Dark Elves were strong in number, the Light Elves were innumerable. In attempts to aid the Dark Elves to victory, the leader of the Dark Elf army commanded their greatest sorcerers and summoners to raise a demon from the underworld. It took many hours (and much blood was sacrificed) but eventually they succeeded in summoning a demon, who immediately killed all but one of the sorcerers, and possessed the body of the last one. To the fear of the Dark Elf army's leader, the demon summoned was the Great Demon Lord Apollyon. Luckily though, he wasn't angry. In fact, he had allowed himself to be summoned. The Dark Elves had caught the favor of the demon lord Apollyon, and he wished to bring them to victory. In fact, he had a clever plan (and a secret agenda...) in place. While the battle raged on, Apollyon watched from the sidelines, occasionally enchanting the Dark Elf forces with useful magic, and ravaging the Light Elf forces with destructive magic. Finally, though, Apollyon saw the elf he was looking for. The Light Elf army's right hand man, who was taking on three Dark Elves with his two battle axes. Apollyon commanded that the elf be brought up to him, alive. After eleven Dark Elves fell at the Light Elf's hand (and his exceptional elemental magic) he was finally knocked out, and dragged up to Apollyon.

When the elf had recovered, Apollyon took on his true form, leaving the body of the elf sorcerer. His true form was so evil, that even the Dark Elves couldn't stand to look directly at him, and a true description is yet to be found. Then, Apollyon spoke to the Light Elf. He spoke of power, which he knew the elf had always wanted. He told the elf about all the power he could have. About how easy it would be. He told the elf about how everything he did would be forgotten once he'd died. Sure, elves were immortal, but they could still be killed, and eventually departed from the world. He told the elf how he could have eternal life, how death would have no power over him. How he could have power over death. Soon the elf was convinced, and asked how he could have this power. Apollyon was pleased, for everything was going according to plan. He'd chosen this elf for two reasons: one, he knew that this elf was right for what he wanted to use him for and easy to manipulate, and two, he was the only one who could get close to the Light Elf army's leader. Actually, that last part was just a convenient coincidence.

Apollyon told the elf what to do. So, the elf went back to his camp, all the way to the main tent, where the army's leader and his right-hand man (him) lived. The Light Elf army's leader was there, working out strategies and such. He asked his right-hand man why he was back at the camp, but he didn't answer. Instead he drew his battle-axe, and put an end to the army's leader. Instantly guards came, and attacked the elf, who killed many of them, until they overpowered him...and then he died.

As his soul was raised (exceptionally slow, if he remembered correctly) to the Overworld, where he would be judged, the elf was at first devastated that he'd died. Apollyon had failed him. Then he remembered the next step (yes, there was a next step after death...) Before judgment, and before he could be accepted into the Overworld, the elf made what would normally be an eternally condemning decision. He denied his Light. The Light, the very soul-power that makes Light Elves who they are, is what differentiates the Light Elves from the Dark Elves. Without the Light, no elf is able to enter the Overworld. And so he fell...down...to condemnation.

He fell into darkness. Pain. Misery. He wanted to curl up in the fetal position and die, but as he curled up he remembered that he was already dead. He felt anger, hate, sadness, every negative feeling possible. He hated Apollyon, for tricking him into this Blackness. Then, he saw a light, as fire.

Before him stood, wreathed in flame, and causing a tenfold increase in most of the negative feelings he felt, the Great Demon Lord Apollyon. He held out his hand and spoke, in his darkest voice, "Death no longer has hold over you! Do not despair. Follow me, and be my Hand on the Earth. You shall have power, and help me to destroy the world. We together shall eclipse the Universe with Eternal Blackness, and you will be the only thing that stands in front of my power. Where you go, I shall soon follow. What you devastate, I shall soon destroy. You will be an apocalypse, ever revealing my presence. A thin veil between the world, and myself.

"I shall call you Apokalypsis, which means Revelation, for you are a revelation to my power. You are my Veil." With that, Apollyon granted the now Apokalypsis with his christening power, a foul darkness that flowed through his veins. Then he crafted a tool of destruction, simply calling it the Halberd of Destruction, an instrument designed to channel Apollyon's power into the souls of many. He also granted a dark energy into Apokalypsis's battle-axes, granting him the power over what Apollyon called the Four Horsemen; four black energies designed for utter destruction.

Finally, he gave Apokalypsis that which he'd promise. His power over death. With a loud cry, and a bright flash, Apollyon tore through the Great Division, and through it passed Apokalypsis. He awoke on the floor of the tent, soaking in his own blood. His head wound, a deep gash to the forehead by a heavy blade, had healed. It left a scar though. He got of the ground, in time to see the Halberd materialize in front of him. He took it in his hand, and could feel the power flow through it; so much so, he almost dropped it and cried out when he touched it.

More Elven guards, who'd come to analyze the situation, saw him, and fled in fear. However, they soon returned, with backup. Apokalypsis, now soaked mentally and soulfully in darkness, killed them all using only the Halberd. Then he released a shockwave of darkness, devastating and killing everyone within 500 ft. of the tent, leaving only himself in a crater of blackened earth.

He walked off across the battlefield, onto wherever Destruction led him.

Name: Matthew Stalin

Age: 14

Race: Human (Flarsion)

Gift: Past Keeper (Explained in Biography)

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown covering a lot of his face

Eyes: Blue

Wieght: 105 lbs

Height: Average

Weapons: He carries a Katana, and has throwing Shurikans in his jacket. He can summon legendary weapons to his aid.

Armor: He has blue jeans, brown shoes, a green jacket and a backpack. He can summon Legendary armor to his aid.

Strengths: He is quite strong, and quite fast. Basically a good all-rounder. He is very fit.

Weakness: He can't get past strong armor very well, and has a slight weakness to magic,
though it isn't so bad. He is unskilled in magic, and that often leads to him making mistakes, causing his spells to backfire on him. The one thing that can stop him really well is surprises. Though very intelligent, he isn't to smart when it comes to common sense, and is often led into traps.

Skills/Magic: Legendary Weapons- Matthew can summon weapons of great renown to help him in battle. He summons them differently for each one. All he has to do is call out the name of the weapon and it's his. The energy consumed depends on the power of the weapon, from a very little to the point of making him almost collapse from exastion.

Legendary Armor- Matthew can summon armor of great renown to help him in battle. He summons them differently for each one. All he has to do is call out the name of the armor and it's his. The energy consumed depends on the defensive power of the armor, from a very little to the point of making him almost collapse from exastion.

Legendary Ability- Matthew can manage great feats that are not related to magic like jumping really high and moving so fast it looks like he teleported. The energy consumed depends on the ability, from speedy swordplay (very little) to creating illusions of himself by moving back and forth really fast (a lot).

Legendary Magic- Matthew can cast legendary arcane spells, although the spells are weak compared to his other abilities. The energy consumed depends on the power of the spell, from a very little (basic fireball) to the point of making him almost collapse from exastion (Openeing a rift into other worlds).

Past-Keeping- Can summon things he has seen in the recent past. All he has to do is picture the item in his mind and it appears in front of him. The energy consumed depends on the object's weight, from a mouse (very little) to an elephant (a lot).

Appearance:





Personality: Matthew is headstrong and rash in battle, which proves to be his biggest weakness. Despite this, he is very good at setting up plans and is a great leader. He is kind, but not to the point of putting himself in danger to help another. He appearers kind and gentle on the outside, but he is really always just using people for his own will, always thinking what he will get out helping another. He is also very stubborn, and always sticks up for his cause.

Biography: Matthew was born as the first out of three children, born in the thriving metropolis of Flaris. People in Flaris are different than other people. They all have one of five gifts. These gifts are automatically given to them at birth, and no one knows why they have these talents. The five gifts are: Elementor (power over elements), Animaliam (Can turn into animals), Necromiesa (Can summon the dead), Mesmerism (Can create illusions and trick the mind) and Virtruism (Can command forces of light and dark). However, Matthew was born with a new gift. The gift of Past Keeping (Can summon things from the past with great power). This unique gift became a problem for the mayor of Flaris. His gift was untested: he might become powerful and overthrow the mayor. So, the mayor sent a group of assassins over to kill Matthew when he was thirteen. Matthew fled Flaris, knowing he could never return for fear of feeling the mayor's wrath. He became a mercenary, building strength for his grand scheme: to get revenge on the mayor and rule Flaris.

His family are still alive. He wonders around the country, fighting wars and doing odd jobs to build strength and earn money, enough money for him to hire a small army of mercenarys and take Flaris for his own. His ambitions are great, and although he says he does it in the name of justice, deep down he knows he does it for revenge and greed. They are his driving force, and he keeps striving for his goals, destroying anyone who opposes him. He has murdered many times over the past year since becoming a mercenary. Although his power is increasing, so is the mayor's, who has all five of the common gifts. It will take all of Matthew's strength to overthrow him, every ounce of his being will be needed to win in a duel against him, every single trick in the book will have to be used, even if the morals in those tricks are questionable. Theft, murder, rebellion, it all comes down to war. Well, if it's a war Matthew wants, he will get it. Nothing will stand in his way until he has Flaris in the palm of his hand.

Name: Cain Adonai
Race: Class S Vampire. (Currently has attributes from class B, C, and D vampires)
Age: Stopped counting, believing it to be a waste of time. (Oddly ironic, considering one of his weaknesses…) He was born shortly after Dracula’s death in 1897, and transported to the ‘Strange Place’ (His term for the Amphitheater) in early 2007.

Race Explanation: In the world Cain is from, vampires are labeled as different classes due to the vast differences between different breeds. Cain is a rare vampire, known as a Class S. This means that he is able to absorb the DNA and attributes of other breeds of vampire via feeding on their blood.

He currently has DNA from Class B, C, and D vampires, giving him their abilities as well as weaknesses.

Height: 6ft
Weight: Approximately 166 pounds.

Appearance: Cain is relatively strange looking for a vampire. Where as most vampires have a pale complexion, his skin is lightly tanned. This is likely due to the fact that he forays into the sunlight more often than most vampires, as, unlike most vampires, he can stand the sunlight for periods of time.

His left eye is missing, and Cain is unable to regenerate it due to the fact that it was torn out before he gained his regenerative abilities. In its place he wears a dark leather eyepatch. His remaining eye is a murky gray color.

Around Cain’s right wrist the words “Grask Nem Pas”, vampire dialect for “Show No Mercy”, are tattooed. His usual attire consists of a business suit with loose fitting tie, complimented by a pair of Italian leather shoes.

Though not particularly muscular, Cain’s body is in perfect condition and, like all vampires, His canines are of an increased size in order to penetrate the carotid artery of his victims, though he keeps his fangs tucked into his gums when in public places so as to avoid causing chaos.



^ An incredible pic of Cain made by I)ragon11. Thanks again!



^ Another great pic of Cain, from Altamira this time. ^_^ *Huggles*

Strengths: Like the majority of vampires, Cain has above average strength. This strength temporarily increases after feeding, with the quality of the increase depending on how much blood he consumes, and the quality of the blood itself.

Also like the majority of his race, Cain has regenerative capabilities. Minor wounds like cuts and broken bones take a few seconds to heal, while massive injuries such as the severing of his limbs take a minute or two to regenerate, though slightly longer if the damage is inflicted via silver or flame.

Yet another vampiric trait that Adonai carries are increased senses. He can see incredibly well in the dark, and can pinpoint a person’s location via the slightest noise. Cain also has a sense of smell great enough to recognize people by their race, gender, and sometimes their age. This also allows him to remember specific peoples’ scents so that he can quickly find them later.

Lastly is Cain’s increased speed and agility. This allows him to move incredibly fast for short periods, quickly closing the distance between himself and his opponent.

Weaknesses: Like all vampires Cain is severely allergic to silver and garlic. Silver burns him on contact and wounds inflicted by silver take longer to regenerate, while garlic saps his strength. Also like other vampires, Adonai can’t stand to be in the sun for extended periods of time, only able to stay in direct sunlight for two hours at the most before starting to burn up, though he can stay in the sunlight longer if he stays in the shadows.

Yet another vampiric weakness is an aversion to any religious symbols/items, as well as roses. These things cause him excruciating pain, drawing his focus. For this reason he steers clear of places like temples and churches, something his opponent can use as a means of pausing the fight to rest.

Along with all these common weaknesses are some not so common weaknesses. These include the inability to enter a privately owned household without first gaining proper invitation, a subconscious urge to count objects inside his head, and a weakness towards fire, as vampire flesh burns more quickly than any other, and burns take longer to heal.

Last, but not least, is his overconfidence. He underestimates his opponents fairly often, and rarely admits when he’s wrong. This also leads to him being reluctant to accept help of any kind.

Weapons: A single Smith & Wesson 500 revolver, only used when Cain feels he is vastly outmatched. It carries five S&W .500 magnum shots, which are fired with enough force to blow half a man’s head off.

Armor: Cain wears no armor, believing that armor is something fools use to remind themselves of their own fragileness.

Other Items: Vilaf, small red pills. When consumed by a vampire, they stave said undead being’s thirst for a time, though not giving them the boost of strength that feeding on blood would. Although helpful if ingested by a vampire, Vilaf tablets are deadly if consumed by any other being due to genetic differences.

Cain also carries an I-Pod, which he uses when in an easy fight and/or simply relaxing. His favorite songs to listen to are those by heavy metal groups such as Staind, Disturbed, Papa Roach, and Korn. He says that he prefers heavy metal because half of the singers are secretly vampires.

Personality: Cain is a tad bit arrogant due to his class S status. He considers vampires to be the greatest race, while humans are merely food and werewolves are nothing but inbred mutts. At times he’ll grudgingly accept help from humans, but he’ll never, ever accept help from a werewolf.

Cain is an impatient fellow who prefers not to beat around the bush, and gets angry when somebody dribbles on and on about something irrelevant. He is cold and unfeeling towards most species aside from vampires.

In combat he’s fairly manipulative, preferring to lead his opponents into a bad spot before finishing them. Once an opponent is beaten, Cain will frequently toy with them before killing them. This usually includes torture and mutilation.

Skills/Abilities: Being very, very old, Cain has quite a bit of fighting experience. He’s dabbled in Tang Soo Do, Ninjutsu, and kickboxing, though he’s far from mastering any of them. He also has experience in Dashk, a vampire fighting art that’s taught to all vampires that are part of the council, even apprentices of council members.

Like all vampires, he has superior senses. His hearing is so advanced that he can hone in on specific sources of noise, and his smell is so great that he can recognize people by their scent. Cain’s sight is also incredibly advanced, allowing him to clearly see in the dark.

Seeing as he has DNA from Class B and Class D vampires, he has the following abilities.

Armblade, Dashk technique number 1

A technique specially taught to Class D vampires with relations to the council, the Armblade takes advantage of Class D vampires’ increased iron content. It allows Cain to combine all of the iron in his blood and transform it into a triangular blade, about a foot long, which extends from the vampires arm just above the wrist.

The more iron in Cain’s blood, the stronger the blade is. He can attain more iron via feeding.

Wirevein, Dashk technique number 2

Similar to the Armblade ability, Wirevein produces a weapon made from the iron content of the user’s blood. Rather than producing a blade, however, the Wirevein ability stretches out one of Cain’s veins in his wrist and coats it in iron, created a whip of sorts. Once the whip strikes Cain’s opponent the iron returns to his bloodstream and his vein returns to its normal size and position.

Though not useful for prolonged combat, the Wirevein ability is good for a quick hit or two.

Mistform, Dashk technique number 6A

A technique taught only to Class B vampires, the mistform ability allows them to remain in their mist form for extended periods of time rather than becoming mistlike for only a short time. When in mist form, Cain is unaffected by physical attacks. Magical and elemental attacks, however, can still damage him while in mist form, and he’ll revert back to his physical form if this happens.

Cain can only hold this form for half a minute at the most, after which he must wait for five minutes before using it again.

Halfmist, Dashk technique number 6B

An ability that is seldom learned, the Halfmist is an extension of the Mistform ability. It allows Cain to turn half of his body (Usually muscle mass and unneeded organs), into the mist form while still remaining physical enough to fight.

While using Halfmist, Cain’s strength and durability are cut in half. At the same time, his speed grows immensely due to his decreased weight. If the half of him that’s in mist form is damaged, he’ll revert back to his physical form.

Cain can only hold this form for a relatively short amount of time.

Shadowdance

A self-taught technique: While using the Halfmist ability Cain can use the Shadowdance, which lasts for approximately ten seconds. During the Shadowdance, the half of him that’s mist surrounds Cain’s opponent.

The mist turns pitch black, obstructing his opponent’s view save for a split second of light as Cain is attacking. During the Shadowdance, Cain is unable to use the Armblade ability.

As of Grudging Respect, Cain has gained several new abilities, which are as follows...

Hagashk

Hagashk, which is vampiric for "Lookalike", is an ability that Cain gained by assimilating the blood of Jeremy Jaggers. It allows him to completely morph his body structure and appearance to look like anybody he's drunk blood from. The transformation is 100% perfect, including changing his gender if he's taking on the appearance of a female victim, and even changing his scent to match the original victim's.

Ghoul

An ability Cain received by drinking the blood of a vampire known simply as Magwitch, Ghoul allows Adonai to turn deceased victims into, as the name implies, ghouls. The ghouls are gray-skinned, completely obedient (Often mindless), superhumanly strong, and can be summoned to his side, seemingly appearing out of nowhere at any time.

The ghouls' main sources of attack are their clawed hands and fangs, but Cain can also make them explode to inflict even more damage. They are fragile, however, and a well-aimed blow to the chest or head will kill them easily.

Death and Shadows

Cain's version of the Silhouette of Stealth. He gained the ability through the blood of Erkunde, who himself copied the ability from Cadenza Madrigal. This ability allows Adonai to sink into shadows, either to hide or to burst out of any other shadow in the vicinity.

Unlike Cadenza's Silhouette of Stealth, Death and Shadows doesn't allow Cain to send projectiles through shadows or pull opponents into them. He can, however, send specific parts of his body through shadows, punching a hand through one shadow and having his fist come out of another shadow to strike his opponent, for example.

Adonai can use this ability as much as he wants, but he can only hide his entire body inside of a shadow for a maximum of five minutes.

Thorne *Note: Thorne was the ability Cain was to have gotten from the blood of Judas Mesias, but Altamira's sudden departure meant that the fight couldn't take place*

Cain's most powerful ability thus far. His back and arms are covered in nigh-indestructible bone plating, leaving his arms and back completely invulnerable. As if that weren't bad enough, they are then covered in barbs ranging in thickness from needle-like to large spikes.

These barbs can be launched as projectiles. The smaller, needle-like barbs have a small amount of paralyzing toxins in them. A few of them won't cause much of an effect, but ten or more launched directly into a limb can cause paralysis that will last for about an hour.

Like the bone plating, all of the barbs are nigh-indestructible. While Thorne is Cain's most powerful ability, it is also his most inhibiting, as he cannot use any of his other abilities while Thorne is in effect.

History: “Push, push!” the doctor said, watching for any sign that the baby was coming out. Mister Adonai held his wife’s hand reassuringly while keeping his eyes transfixed on her face. Her tan face was locked in an expression of pain, something that her husband affirmed by her crushing grip on his hand.

Doctor Webb, the doctor in charge of the delivery, wiped his wrinkled forehead with an egg white handkerchief. Mrs. Adonai had been in labor for more than fourty hours, which meant that the baby had to be coming out soon.

Suddenly, Mrs. Adonai began to gasp and hyperventilate. The hyperventilation soon turned to choking, then gurgled coughing. At the same time, however, a little body began to push its way out. Doctor Webb, in a hurry, grabbed the baby and yanked it out the rest of the way.

By this time Mrs. Adonai was beginning to bleed from her mouth, and she stopped breathing. Her husband didn’t even notice when Doctor Webb cut the umbilical cord, too focused on the horror that was unfolding before him.

Mrs. Adonai died that night due to unknown causes. Her baby, however, was born without any defects or consequences save for the fact that he was born with his teeth fully grown. Though Mr. Adonai thought nothing of it, Doctor Webb was horrified, remembering the warnings of Romanian folklore…

The things that doomed a man to become a vampire include a black cat crossing the mother’s path, the child being born with such irregularities as a tail or a full set of teeth, excommunication from the church, or being bitten by a vampire and surviving.

Of course, Webb quickly put a stop to his fears. Vampires were only make believe, popularized by Stoker’s novel ‘Dracula’. In fact, Webb had read said book just a few nights ago. No wonder why he was so superstitious!

Shortly after the delivery, Mr. Adonai left with his son. Unfortunately, Webb was unaware of the fact that, although he didn’t believe in the supernatural, Mr. Adonai did. In fact, he believed in things that Webb had never heard of…

~

In a small house, barely large enough to accompany two people, Curt Adonai sat. In the middle of the room was a table littered with scissors and picture frames. He and his wife had been planning on getting a family portrait drawn, after which they would cut it down to a specific size and hang it on the wall.

In the far corner of the room was a single cradle in which their child slept. On the near corner was the bed on which Curt and Elise had slept, still untidy from this morning. Behind the sitting figure of Mr. Adonai was a lit fireplace.

“Elise,” Curt thought, tears streaming down his eyes. He’d done his best to avoid showing such feelings in front of the good doctor, but couldn’t help but break down once he’d gotten home. His wife, his beautiful, caring wife, was dead and that demon child was to blame!

He raised a hand to his head, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. “I can’t do anything for her, he thought, clenching his fist, still in his hair. He didn’t seem to notice when his clenched fist tore a handful of hair from his head.

Curt slowly rose from his chair, doing his best not to send a hateful glance towards the thing sleeping in the cradle at the other end of the room. The thing that he and his wife had made so many preparations for, spent so much time planning for.

“Elise always said she wanted a baby before she died, Curt thought, watching the tiny beast roll over and clutch at its blanket. It would have been so easy to do it, and nobody would know. He could blame it on the fact that Elise died while giving birth, screwing up the creature.

He could do it and get away with it too. He’d avenge his wife, and rid the world of the monstrosity that only days ago had been his unborn son. Curt took a threatening step towards the cradle, hands limp at his sides.

Curt’s hands curled into fists, his eyes glazing over with rage. The most wonderful woman in his life was gone… and this creature was to blame. Before he even realized what he was doing, Curt grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and made his way to the cradle.

“Die,” he said, hissing and spitting each word as though he were speaking to Satan himself. “You little monster!”

Curt brought the scissors down on the sleeping form, giving it an injury that would remain with him for the rest of his life. The instant he pulled the scissors away from the child’s face, Curt was overcome by grief. He’d stabbed a baby!

Screaming with despair, Mr. Adonai charged across the room, knocking over the table and his chair as he dove headfirst into the fireplace.

All the commotion awoke the neighbors, and they began to knock on the door. By the time they heard the baby’s cries the smell of burning flesh had begun to rise from the chimney…

~

When the baby was carried into the hospital, a bloody mess where its eye used to be, the first doctor to see the carnage was none other than Webb himself. He couldn’t believe that the very baby that he had delivered a short time ago was now in his hospital, and eye completely destroyed.

He tried his best but was unable to save the baby’s eye. From then on the child would be forced to use a glass eye, or at least and eyepatch. Feeling sorry for the child, Webb adopted him shortly after he healed, naming the child Curt, after his father.

17 Years Later…

“Curt!” Dr. Webb shouted from the bottom of the stairwell.. “Hurry up or you’ll be late! This guy’s a snob, so being late for an interview really won’t help your chances of landing this job!”

Curt, his hair disheveled, appeared at the top of the stairs, his clothing in disarray. He moaned and returned to his room to get dressed and brush his hair. Today was the day he was going to get a job interview with Azkal Gurlon, a very wealthy businessman.

Azkal was looking for a new butler, and was going to pay a fairly decent amount of money to whoever took the job. The only requirements were that the person taking the job were young and looked good, so that he could spite his rivals by pointing out how well groomed and utterly perfect his butler was.

Curt slipped on his best shirt and pants, as well as his favorite pair of shoes. After that he spent the next few minutes in front of the mirror adjusting his hair and eyepatch. Once finished, he came charging down the stairs. The interview was due to start in just a few minutes.

After a quick goodbye to his adoptive father, Curt sped off out the door and down the cobblestone street. Azkal’s mansion was only two blocks from where he lived, but that by no means meant that Curt was guaranteed to get there on time. Fortunately, he did.

Just a few minutes after he’d left home Curt was standing before the iron fence that signified the transfer from public to private property. Beyond the gate stood Gurlon’s Victorian mansion, gargoyle statues and all. Several gardeners were pacing about the huge yard, tending to hedges that were trimmed in the forms of various animals.

“I’m here for the job,” Curt said to the guard. The stout man’s only response was a simple grunt, after which he promptly opened the gate. A second guard came strolling down to the gate and escorted Curt to Azkal’s domain.

He didn’t realize that the sound of the gate closing behind him would mark the end of his seemingly normal, if slightly twisted life…

~

“Mr. Gurlon,” said a gray haired butler, his mustache bouncing up and down with each word. “You have a visitor. He says he’s here for the job, probably the one you offered for people to replace me.”

The wavy haired businessman waved his soon to be retired butler off, taking a sip of his ‘wine’. Of course, that’s what it looked like. Anybody with a good sense of smell could tell that it was fresh blood from Gurlon’s supply tomb.

For a moment he watched as Muerto, the old, Class C vampire butler, toddled off. Once Muerto left, Azkal switched his focus to the main doors. Something odd was coming. Not quite a vampire, nor was it fully human. He instantly decided that whoever was coming would be far more valuable than a butler.

“I didn’t think any more Class S’s existed,” he thought, taking another sniff to affirm his suspicions. “Draculae’s been dead for at least seventeen years, so that’s definitely not him. The scent is more human than Draculae’s was anyway.

He continued watching with growing interest as a brown haired youth came through the double doors, almost tripping over the threshold. Acknowledging the boy’s presence, Azkal merely tipped his head in the direction of a chair opposite his.

Curt took the seat nervously, not used to being anywhere near somebody of Gurlon’s magnitude. He was about to start, but remembered Webb’s advice that it was better to wait until the employer spoke, as it took a moment for the employer to size up his soon to be worker.

“So,” Azkal said, taking note of the fact that the teen’s left eye was covered with a cheap leather eyepatch. “You’re here for the job, are you? I’m in need of a replacement for my current butler. He’s getting a little senile.”

“Yes sir,” Curt said, sitting rigidly straight in his chair. “I’m here because of the advertisement you plastered on the plaza wall.”

Azkal nodded and took another sip of his drink, silently noting how baby blood tasted better than that of a fully-grown adult. His eyes continued to scan Curt from the rim of his glass, taking in all the fine details. He was a handsome youth, probably strong too.

“How about,” he said after withdrawing the glass from his lips. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow? I’ll have everything ready for you then.” Curt nodded and made his way out the double doors, letting out a relieved sigh once on the other side.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he thought, smiling now. On his way out he began to lightly whistle, thinking of what he’d say to Webb upon returning home.

~

“Muerto,” Azkal said to his butler. The Class C vampire set Gurlon’s meal, a still beating heart, down on the table. The old vampire wiped his hands off and turned his attention to his Class A master.

“Yes sir?”

“That boy,” Azkal said, sticking a fork into the heart. “Was a Class S vampire. I think he’d make a good apprentice, don’t you? Of course, he needs the blood of a vampire in order to start down the path.”

Muerto nodded and crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought. A Class S vampire was no more than a human until they got their first taste of vampire blood, but how would they attain it? The poor vampire got his answer soon enough.

His master produced a blade from under the table and, with incredibly swiftness, cleaved off his butler’s head. Muerto’s headless form collapsed into a crumpled heap, spurting blood from the stump that used to be his neck.

Azkal instantly went to work collecting the blood. Tomorrow was going to be a big day…

~

Curt rose early that day as he was too excited to sleep in. Azkal was bound to pay a huge amount of money, and the thought of spending so much time in that grand mansion was just as appealing. He skipped breakfast and made his way to Gurlon’s mansion.

He was happy to see that the guard was a bit more cheery today. Rather than greeting him with a grunt, the guard quickly opened the gate and congratulated Curt on getting the job, finishing his greeting with a pat on the back.

Just like before, a man came down from the mansion to escort him. This time however, that man was Azkal himself. With a jovial smile stretched across his weathered face, Gurlon took Curt by the shoulder and practically dragged him to the mansion.

“Congratulations Adonai,” Azkal said, continuing to smile. Curt was so happy that he didn’t even notice the fact that Gurlon knew his name even though he hadn’t told the businessman. “Let us celebrate your new job with a fine breakfast. Have you ever-tried red wine? Of course you haven’t!”

He led Curt to a vast dining hall, in the middle of which was a gigantic oak table. The edges of the room were laden with large marble pillars, freshly polished. Even more impressive than the room itself was the food on the table.

There were piles of various breakfast foods. Biscuits, muffins, pancakes, and even French toast. Not only was the food great, but there were also bottles of various drinks ranging from amontillado, milk, and water to red wine and fresh grape juice.

Azkal directed Curt towards to a seat at the end of the table, where a plate was already set with various muffins and buscuits. The boy sat down, a look of bewilderment etched into his face. Azkal wasn’t rich, he was rich.

Once Gurlon was seated, the two began to eat their eloquent meal. Curt filled his goblet with red wine, and went to work devouring his meal and draining his cup. The great feeling didn’t last too long, however. The wine was strange tasting, and left a strange feeling in the back of his throat.
“Where did you get this wine?” he asked, the feeling changing over to an itch. The itching quickly became burning, the burning becoming searing heat. Curt dropped his goblet and clutched his throat, his vision becoming blurry.

“Class C,” Azkal said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He watched with mild amusement as Adonai slumped over in his chair. It would take a few hours for the Class C blood to integrate into his DNA, after which he’d be a full-fledged vampire.

“Soon,” Azkal said, taking a sip of his glass of amontillado. “You’ll be all mine.”

~

Pain, the ultimate reality check. Curt’s entire body ached. The youth groaned and rolled onto his side, his preferred sleeping position. Whatever it was he would sleep it off. Yep, that’s what he’d do. Adonai rested his head on his silk pillow and-

“Wait a second,” he thought. “I don’t have silk pillows…”

With difficulty he opened his eyes, finding himself lying on a massive bed in an even more massive room. The walls were intricately decorated with portraits of various men and women, each one standing before a very different background. They wore different clothing as well. In fact, there was only one thing that the portraits had in common, their teeth.

No matter the gender, clothing, or background, all of these people had enlarged canines. Some of them even had a red substance dripping from their lips. Despite feeling disgusted by the sight of blood, Curt couldn’t help but want the substance.

Only when he realized this did he discover a strange sensation in his mouth. It was like he was sucking on something large and sharp. Curt opened his mouth and stuck his fingers in, dreading what he would find. Once he discovered what was in his mouth he almost passed out.

He had fangs, just like the people in the portraits. Curt attempted to return to the large bed. On the way he stumbled several times, once managing to inadvertently pull one of the portraits off the wall. This was all a nightmare. He’d just go back to sleep and wake up in his own bed. Yes, that’s what he’d do.

“Good morning Mr. Adonai,” said a smooth voice. Curt stumbled once again, though this time he was unable to keep himself from falling. Azkal was sitting on the bed, but how? Curt hadn’t seen the businessman come in…

“I trust you’re feeling good,” Gurlon continued, drumming his fingers on the satin sheets. He smiled and laughed. Curt watched with growing horror as Azkal’s canines grew into fangs, just like the portraits. Just like his.

“What did you do to me?” Adonai asked, attempting to stand but failing miserably. “What the hell am I?”

Azkal laughed yet again, this time slapping his palm on his leg as though he’d just seen the most hysterical play ever. Even when he’d finished laughing Gurlon seemed to have trouble keeping a straight face. He rose from the bed and made his way towards the youth.

“You’re a Class S vampire Curt,” he said, lifting Adonai off the floor like a rag doll and placing him on his feet. “You’ve got DNA from a Class C vampire now. That means that you are technically a Class C vampire at the moment.”

Curt couldn’t believe his ears. A vampire was something from Bram Stoker’s fable, not something real. How then, did he have such strange teeth, and how was Azkal so strong? Adonai, still a little dizzy, suddenly struck Azkal in his stomach, knocking the Class A vampire to the ground.

Of course, Gurlon wasn’t one to be beaten so easily. In a flash he rose from the floor, struck Curt in the face, and pinned him against the nearest wall, all with only one hand. Azkal leaned in close and began to whisper in Adonai’s ear.

“There’s so much you don’t know. Let me teach you,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever. “You’re a vampire, Curt, much better than a human. You can get revenge for everything that the doctor took from you, and take so much more from everybody else.”

“What,” Curt said, his voice quivering. “Did Webb ever do to me?”

Yet again, Azkal broke into laughter. It seemed to Adonai that the vampire laughed every other sentence. Once he was finished, Gurlon quickly regained his serious look and continued to whisper.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what happened to your left eye, or your parents?” Azkal asked. He knew what happened to Curt’s parents and eye already. He was, of course, a wealthy businessman, and had access to the hospital records. Curt, however, didn’t have this kind of access.

“Webb didn’t tell me,” Adonai replied, starting to realize what Azkal was saying.

“Webb wanted to use you as a weapon, Curt. He wanted to use you to give himself a boost in life. Once he was finished, he was going to cast you aside like an empty bottle of alcohol. Why do you think he tore out your left eye? It was to make you stronger!”

Curt had a hard time believing this, but couldn’t help but feel that there was some truth in the vampire’s words. His sadness at becoming an animal was replaced with hatred. Hatred for the doctor that wanted to use him as a toy, hatred for the doctor that had made a point of not telling him why he had no left eye.

“Let me go Azkal,” he said, his voice taking on a darker tone. “I have some business to take care of. After that, I’d like you to teach me everything there is to know.”

Azkal stepped back, a broad smile stretching across his face. Now he had his apprentice. He watched Curt leave the mansion before going outside for a cigar. It was nighttime now, perfect for Adonai. The Class A vampire sat with a cigar and awaited his apprentice’s return.

That night Webb’s house burned down. The doctor’s corpse had multiple broken bones and two small marks on his neck. From then on Curt was known as Cain, Azkal’s vampiric apprentice. The two would go on to figure behind the scenes in many world events, helping shape it into the way it is today.

Summer, 2006…

“Cain,” Azkal said. He waited until his apprentice finished feasting on the Class D vampire before continuing. “I hate to interrupt, but we have a plane to catch. The council meeting is in just a few hours, and we can’t afford to be late. All the major players in the vampire world will be there!”

“Will Hitomi be there?” Cain asked, wiping his mouth off on his victim’s jacket. “If she isn’t, I’m not even going to bother going. Everybody knows that there hasn’t been a successful vampiric government since the time of Draculae, and there never will be.”

“Hitomi?” Azkal replied, stroking back his curly black hair. “You mean your little girlfriend? Of course she’ll be there! Her master, Vlad, will be there, so it’s likely she’ll be there as well.”

Azkal didn’t know much about Hitomi aside from the fact that she was a Japanese Class D vampire that Cain met during the Beer Hall Putsch back in 1925. Of course, they couldn’t stay together very long. Vlad mainly stayed in America, and Azkal made his base of operations in Europe.

Since the Beer Hall Putsch, Gurlon and Adonai had remained in Germany to oversee Hitler’s Reich, however short it was. Once that was over with Azkal moved his base from England to Moscow, and that was where the two had remained for a few decades.

Over that time Hitomi and Cain kept in contact via letters, though they did see each other during council meetings, which occurred once every decade. Every time they saw one another they spent the majority of their time alone, something that annoyed Vlad but at the same time amused Azkal.

“Alright,” Cain said, waking his master from his thoughts. “I have to take one quick detour before we go there. I have to get a present for Hitomi.”

Azkal silently watched as Adonai stepped over the Class D vampire’s corpse and made his way out the front door. “Young love,” he thought. Gurlon waited until he heard distant sirens before making his way out the same way Cain did, though he ‘accidentally’ stepped on the corpse’s head on his way out.

~

“How much for that one?” Cain asked, pointing at a twenty-four carrot gold ring. It had an emerald stone firmly set in the middle, with tiny diamonds of various sizes sprinkled around it. Obviously, this was an expensive ring. Cain didn’t care though. If he couldn’t afford it, he’d just take it.

“Well,” the shopkeeper replied, rubbing his stubble with one hand, his other hand resting on the display case. “I know you and Mr. Gurlon are buddies, and I know you have a plane to catch, so I’ll just send him the bill.”

Cain, eye’s beaming, thanked the jeweler and sprinted out of the store with the ring in his pocket. He couldn’t wait any longer. At the meeting he’d finally ask for his love’s hand in marriage, and be with her for the rest of his life.

The thought of pissing of Vlad and pleasing Azkal wasn’t too bad of a bonus either…

~

“Hello Mr. Gurlon, Mr. Adonai,” Gordon, the vampire representative of Ireland, said. He shook the Class A and Class S vampires’ hands in turn before moving on to the other guests. Kunichiro and Lee, Class C vampires from China and Australia, were already seated at the oval table.

The vampires from Africa, Valof and Aruz, were speaking with Gordon’s apprentice, Hans. Neither Azkal nor Cain wanted to speak with the African aristocrats, so they both headed straight to the oval table. Gurlon took his usual seat and Cain stood behind him, as it was customary for the apprentices to stand behind their masters.

“Come on,” Cain thought, anxiously tapping his foot. Only after the meeting was over would he be able to speak with Hitomi in private, and the meeting wouldn’t start until Vlad arrived. The Class S vampire nearly jumped out of his skin at the booming voice that erupted from the entrance.

“I thank you all for coming. I have something of great importance to tell you all about, and I’m sure you’ll all enjoy it!” Vlad was finally here. The bald Class B vampire strode past Cain on his way to his seat, followed by Hitomi. Cain and Hitomi shared a brief glance before returning to their respective master’s sides.

Vlad waited until everybody was seated before continuing. “Now then,” he said, his beady little eyes sweeping across those present. “If everybody is about ready, the meeting is about to start.”

Cain watched with mild interest as Hitomi handed the short vampire a massive brief case, nearly crushing him with it. Vlad heaved the gigantic object onto the table, causing wines of distress to erupt from its legs. Adonai almost chuckled at the thought of how embarrassed Vlad would be if the table crippled under the case’s weight.

“These,” the Class B vampire said, wiping his brow with an egg white handkerchief. “Are the blueprints of a project that I worked on with a mister Aleister Crowley a few decades back. Unfortunately, the project was on hiatus for a number of years after Crowly dropped out from planning.”

“It is known as Project Darklight,” he continued, stuffing the handkerchief into his breast pocket. “Darklight is the world’s only working teleportation device, though it isn’t without its problems. It can only teleport inanimate objects, though it will also teleport anything inside said object, and we have no way of finding where the objects turn up.”

“With the council’s approval I’d like funding to continue the project. Once finished we’ll be able to teleport vast amounts of human corpses to the starving vampires of the Arctic Circle, and there’s no limit to the machine’s usefulness during war time.”

Azkal suddenly spoke up, interrupting Vlad. “The only one who knew how to finish this project was Aleister Crowley, and maybe Victor Frankenstein. Seeing as they are both dead now, there’s no way to perfect the machine. Even if we could, it would cost an endless amount of money and cripple the economies of several countries.”

“Since when have you cared about human economy?” Gordon piped out. The next several minutes were a blur of arguing and spitting, during which time Cain and Hitomi did nothing but watch one another. When all the arguing was finally over a brief recess was called.

“Azkal,” Cain whispered into his master’s ear. “Could Hitomi and I skip out on the rest of the meeting? I need to give her my present, and this isn’t exactly the best place to do it. Besides, Vlad is too busy arguing to notice if Hitomi slips out.”

“Fine,” Gurlon replied, taking a sip of his canteen. Cain motioned for Hitomi to follow him, and the two quickly left the meeting room, stepping over the corpse that used to be Gordon…

~

Cain and Hitomi stopped at the park and sat together on a bench, watching the moonlight glittering off of Lake Cadillac. It felt good to get away from the meeting hall. All that happened there was endless arguing, and nothing was ever done about it. It was better to just enjoy the view of the lake.

“Hitomi,” Cain said, drawing the mossy green eyes of his love. “We’ve known eachother for about seventy years now, right? I mean, it’s not that long of a time, but it’s long enough to know how you feel about someone.”

Adonai suddenly rose from the bench, turned, and knelt before Hitomi, producing the ring he’d gotten back in Moscow. His love’s eyes widened and she tried to form words, failing in the attempt. Finally, tears welling in her eyes, Hitomi smiled and replied, “Of course!”

Cain, tears appearing in his eye as well, rose and embraced his love. Time stopped for them, letting them enjoy the other. Ever since they’d met back in the Beer Hall Putsch Cain had been waiting for this moment, and it was finally here.

After a minute or two of this embrace the two broke off from one another, only to close in again for a long and meaningful kiss. Cain didn’t want this moment to end. He was there with his lover, enjoying the best moment in either vampire’s lives.

Unfortunately such a moment couldn’t last forever. The meeting was due to be finished soon, and their masters would come looking for them. Cain and Hitomi broke away from eachother again and strode down the street back to the meeting place, hand in hand.

~
The wedding day was upon them. Hitomi was dressed in the usual frilly white bride’s dress, and Cain wore the best tuxedo money could buy. They’d both invited several of their friends and, in Hitomi’s case, family to the wedding.

Also attending were Azkal and Vlad, both of whom had much different opinions on the wedding. Gurlon was, to say the least, pleased. Vlad, on the other hand, hated the whole idea. He was a bigot, believing that different classes of vampire shouldn’t mate.

Seeing as Cain was a Class S vampire and Hitomi was a Class D, it was no wonder that Vlad disapproved. Cain and Hitomi, however, didn’t care. They loved eachother and it didn’t matter what class of vampire they were.

It wouldn’t be long before the two took their vows and became Mister and Misses Adonai. Of course, the bride had to go to the bathroom. She’d spent the last few nights feeding quite a bit, worried about the wedding.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered in Cain’s ear. “I have to go to the bathroom first, ‘kay?”

Cain nodded and watched his fiancé as she scurried off to the bathroom. The poor man had no clue that this would be the last time he saw her alive. A lycanthrope extremist, who disagreed with the result of a recent vampire on werewolf scuffle, was waiting.

He’d heard that two major players in the vampire community were getting married that night, in that church, and decided that killing one of them would be a nice blow. He knew, of course, that he was no match for a Class S vampire. That’s why he waited in the ladies room for the Class D bride.

Hitomi hurried into the women’s bathroom, unaware of the danger lurking in a nearby stall. All she could think about was how much she had to pee and how she shouldn’t have fed so much the preceding week. She opened the nearest stall, finding a nasty surprise hunched over inside.

Before she could even scream, the lycanthrope’s claw was clamped over her mouth. She was so frightened that she urinated herself. If she weren’t about to die she would have been embarrassed about the fact that there was now a yellow stain on her wedding dress.

Hitomi attempted to fight back, scratching at it with her hands and kicking it with her feet. The monster grabbed one hand and snapped it backward, causing a stream of tears to flow from the vampire’s eyes. Not wanting to risk a run-in with the groom, the beast made it quick, but by no means painless.

~

“Somebody help! Hitomi’s dead!”

Cain watched, dumbstruck, as Hitomi’s sister came running out of the bathroom. She’d gone in seconds ago to check on Hitomi seeing as it’d been ten minutes since she went to the bathroom, and was now running around the church screaming and crying.

Once Adonai noticed Azkal and several others heading for the women’s bathroom, he snapped out of his stupor and followed suit. If he’d known what he’d find in that bathroom he would have stayed away. He would have stayed away and let his final memory be of her in her wedding dress, heading for the bathroom.

Not her torn open, with her guts smeared against the walls and a note nailed to her forehead. The instant he saw her Cain collapsed, overcome with emotion. One minute she was alive, cheerful and happy in her cute little wedding dress. The next she was a bloody mess strewn about the bathroom.

Trembling, Adonai pulled the note off of Hitomi’s head and read it through teary eyes.

If you’re reading this, that means that the little vampire is dead. Don’t worry, I made the last few seconds of her life as pleasurable as possible… for me that is. Anyway, this is a warning to you vampire scum: You’re not as high and mighty as you believe yourselves to be, and don’t think your little ‘victory’ a few months back proves otherwise.

Cain dropped the letter and sobbed. While doing so he managed to get a whiff of the air, pinpointing the scent of a werewolf alpha male. A werewolf had indeed done this. A werewolf had raped and killed his wife over a stupid quarrel that the so called ‘vamprie government’ had with the lycanthropes.

For the next few days Adonai was inconsolable, spending all his time alone, mourning the death of his love. He spent his time lying in bed with a picture of Hitomi, attempting to relive the happy times they had together. They would no longer have those happy times.

~

Three Months Later…

“Get in,” Cain said to the Japanese woman. The prostitute got into the passenger’s seat of his sports car, and he drove her to his hotel room. Every time he looked at her he saw Hitomi’s face, the main reason he’d picked up the prostitute.

The two made their way up the twenty flights of stairs to Cain’s room, speaking very little on the way up. Cain was trying to relive his time with Hitomi, even if he wouldn’t admit it. For the past week he kept picking up Japanese prostitutes and, after spending a night with them, feeding on them.

It was a vicious and disgusting cycle but it was the closest he’d ever get to having Hitomi back. He didn’t care if the vampire community shunned him for it. Cain didn’t even care if it caused distasteful looks from Azkal.

That night went on like the last few. He got in bed with the prostitute, pretended she was Hitomi, was overcome with grief afterwards, and killed the hooker. This time, however, was different.

After killing and feeding on the prostitute, tears flowing from his eyes as always, Cain smelled something odd. Something familiar was nearby, a scent that he hadn’t smelled since that horrible day three months ago. Adonai went straight to his open window, the smell getting stronger.

Without a moment’s hesitation he leapt out. Cain fell several stories before landing on his hands and knees, skinning them. Ignoring his less than graceful landing he sprinted down the alleyway. The smell was getting stronger.

Step by step he got closer and closer to the smell, his anger intensifying the more the smell reached his nasal cavity. The very bastard that had killed his wife was nearby. The creature that tore away Cain’s source of happiness, and it was just down the alleyway.

Cain rounded the corner and found himself staring at an odd sight. There was indeed a werewolf, and it was slaughtering a family of three for sustenance. It tore off the father’s head and cleaved the mother in two with its gigantic claws.

The creature then turned to a scared little girl, the daughter. Her sundress was soaked in the blood of her parents, and her straight black hair was matted to her head. The werewolf took a menacing step towards her, then another. Then- Thwap!

“Come here you damn mutt!” Cain yelled, using the Wirevein technique a second time. The second strike ripped open a gash just underneath the eight-foot behemoth’s left eye, angering the beast. The werewolf turned, growling, to face his opponent.

The scent was stronger than ever now. Cain was one hundred percent positive that the creature he was facing down truly was the beast that killed his wife. Scowling, Adonai formed a blade above his wrist from the iron in his blood.

Having just fed, Cain’s blood had more iron than usual. His blade would be strong enough, and sharp enough, to cleave that mangy animal’s head in two. The one-eyed vampire spread out his feet until they were shoulder length apart, anticipating a charge.

Just as he had predicted, the werewolf knocked the little girl into the outer wall of a nearby building and lunged at the vampire. The entire left side of its face was soaked in blood, and Cain could see bone underneath. It slobbered and snarled, unable to form legible words in his current state of mind.

The werewolf stopped mid-charge and swung its enormous claw in an attempt to rip the vampire’s head off. Cain ducked under the blow and swiped at the monster’s legs with his blade, severing them at the knee. The animal collapsed onto the pavement, leaving a rather large dent.

Growling and snarling, it attempted to stand, succeeding only in rolling onto its back. The beast found Cain standing over it, blade pointed at its throat. “Play dead,” were the last words it heard before Adonai punctured its windpipe.

Cain, still scowling, tore his blade from the monster’s throat. Not quite feeling satisfied, he drove the blade into the beast’s chest and pulled it downward, cleaving a bloody trail from its chest to its groin. Once that was over with he began to chop at the monster randomly, angrily growling every time his blade made contact.

He’d killed the monster that killed his wife, but did that make him feel better? Of course not! His wife was still dead, his life ruined, and that ass Vlad was feeling good about the whole thing! Killing the lycanthrope didn’t make him feel better, but he knew what just might ease his pain a tiny bit.

Before doing so he hurried to check on the werewolf’s latest victims. If any of them were bitten or scratched and managed to survive then there’d be more of those damn animals around. What he found quickly put a stop to that worry.

As he’d expected, the mother and father were in far too many pieces to survive. That left the little girl, and he knew that she hadn’t been bitten. Even so, he decided to check on the girl anyway, finding her sitting against the nearest wall.

The girl was, as before, coated in blood. She had her head against her knees, and her arms wrapped around them, holding them tight. She stared at Cain with deep green eyes, ones that reminded him of Hitomi.

“H-Help me,” she stammered, tears flowing freely down her face. “Please, it hurts…”

As she said this Cain noticed a puddle of blood beginning to form under the little girl, coming from under her sundress. Apparently the werewolf’s blow shattered several ribs, forcing them to jab through the girl’s flesh. It was a painful way to die.

Feeling sorry for the girl, probably because she reminded him so much of his late wife, Adonai lifted the girl up and gently snapped her neck, killing her instantly and ending the pain. Now that that was over with, he had other business to attend to…

~

“Hold my calls Grant,” Vlad said, making his way past his secretary, on the way to the elevator. Cain called him just a few minutes earlier sounding hysterical. Apparently he’d killed the werewolf that murdered Hitomi.

If word of the death got to the council Cain would be expelled. Unless the council announces a true time of war, violence between lycanthropes and vampires was absolutely forbidden. It was a crime punishable by death, or worse.

The news came as a welcome surprise to Vlad. The Class B vampire could crush Azkal morally by taking out his support. With Cain out of the way the fields would tip in Vlad’s favor. Soon he’d be able to oust his Class A rival.

He smiled at the thought of being rid of Azkal. He was the only real opposition to the Darklight project. Without Gurlon the experiment would be funded by the council itself, quadrupling the speed at which it would be perfected.

Vlad chuckled and pressed the button, summoning his ride to the world below. He was so happy with himself that he didn’t even notice his security chief coming up behind him. The burly man got his boss’s attention via tapping him on the shoulder.

“Sir,” he said, his voice quivering. “Just a few minutes ago we captured images of several vampires making their way up here without clearance. I sent a few members of security to turn them back, and they responded by killing the security officers. We have to evacuate the building.”

Vlad was about to reply when the elevator opened, carrying a blood soaked figure wielding a Smith & Wesson revolver, aimed right for the security chief’s heart. The poor man didn’t stand a chance. The hammer was cocked when the door opened, and tripped less than a second after the door opened.

The security chief fell to the floor with a heavy thud and splatter, sending droplets sailing onto Vlad’s business suit. The Class B vampire stared at his security chief’s corpse and let out a long and low moan. After tearing his gaze from his employee’s corpse he shifted his gaze towards his attacker.

“Vlad,” the attacker said, casually cocking the hammer on his firearm. “It’s been three months since we last met in person. How have you been? Find a new apprentice to replace Hitomi?”

He fired one shot straight into Vlad’s head, blowing it in half with a silver bullet. The Class B vampire collapsed in a bloody heap, sending more blood splashing than the security chief had. His killer knelt down and picked up a chunk of what used to be Vlad’s head.

“Well,” Cain said, grinning. “I always thought I’d get Class B DNA sometime or another. I didn’t think it’d be from you though.”

At this Adonai tipped the piece of flesh as if in toast, after which he voraciously bit into and started sucking on the piece of meat. He took time to enjoy the taste of Vlad’s blood, for it was a big victory, and a victory should be savored.

He’d attained Class B DNA, making him much more powerful, as well as killing an enemy and having a fun time taking out a massive amount of humans, a victory indeed. There was only one thing left to do: Cover his tracks.

Adonai’s strike team suddenly filed in from the stairs, standing at attention before their boss. They’d been little more than a diversion, though they did help a little more by placing bombs at key structural points from the first floor up.

“Dismissed,” Cain said, getting one last lick of blood from the piece of flesh.

Life went on as usual after that. Cain stopped moping about Hitomi’s death, and the Darklight project was, apparently, discontinued. Adonai changed his training regimen to include Class B techniques, claiming that he’d achieved the DNA from a homeless vampire.

It was around this time that he developed and perfected the Shadow Dance technique, as well as building his won office building in Detroit, from which he oversaw vampire immigration. Azkal went back to Europe to keep an eye on the vampires there, and everything settled down.

For now that is…

~

2007

“Cain, you’ve got a phone call. It’s about Azkal.”

Cain dismissed his secretary with a slight nod of his head and quickly finished his report on Mexico-Texas vampire/human ratios, and picked up the phone. On the other end was a voice he hadn’t heard in a while, that of the vampire politician Lee.

“Adonai,” he said, sadness evident in his voice. “Azkal’s been assassinated. We managed to capture an accomplice of the one who performed the deed, and are interrogating him as we speak. How long before you can be in West Chester, New York?”

“Not that long,” Cain replied, looking at the phone as if it were possessed. “Make sure he, or she, or whoever doesn’t die before I get there. I want to do the honors.”

Adonai slammed his phone down, smashing the receiver and leaving a massive dent in his desk. How could somebody like Azkal be killed? Although he was sad about the death of his mentor, Cain couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of taking his seat on the council, even if the council had no real power.

“Sherry, book me on the next flight to West Chester!” he shouted.

~

West Chester, New York

Cain walked into the warehouse to find that the prisoner was surrounded by vampires, all of whom were torturing him with various objects. One vampire was flipping his nails off with a scalpel, one was breaking random bones, and another was punching him at random times.

Adonai walked over to them and waved the others away so that he may be alone with the man. He looked down on him with contempt. Just another stupid human thinking he could make a difference in the world by attempting to control the vampire population.

“Who are you working with?” Cain asked, standing just off to the side of the man.

“You can **** off you blood sucking freak!” the blonde man yelled, getting a punch to the face as a result. He sat tied to a metal chair via straps of leather. A table was situated nearby, covered in various tools for torture, all of them rusty and caked in blood.

“I’ll ask you again,” Cain replied. He’d gotten there about ten minutes earlier and dismissed those who were already torturing the man, easily taking their place. “Who are you working with? This is my last warning. If you don’t answer me I’m going to kill you, regardless of anything those other vampires said.”

“This is the last time I’m going to say this,” the man replied, attempting to look at Cain through his bruised and swelling eye. “Go **** yourself!”

Adonai, scowling the whole time, drew a meat hook from the table and plunged it into the man’s stomach. As soon as it sunk in and grabbed multiple intestines and organs, Cain ripped it out, creating a massive mess and killing the man instantly.

Honestly, he didn’t care too much about who killed Azkal. Hitomi’s death and the slaying of the werewolf that killed her taught Cain that killing the murderer didn’t help one bit. If anything, it made things worse. At least when the murderer was alive he could imagine them suffering.

Suddenly hearing the song, “Getting Away With Murder” coming from his pocket, Cain wiped off his hands and pulled out his cell phone. He waited for a moment to listen to the song, one of his personal favorites, before flipping open and answering the phone.

“This is Cain here.”

“Listen Cain,” the voice, belonging to Kunichiro, said. “We need you in the Arks Maim motel, just off I-75. The council’s already here for Azkal’s funeral, so now would be the best time to induct you as his replacement.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Adonai shut his phone and took one last look at the corpse before exiting the warehouse and heading for his car. The Arks Maim motel was just a few miles away, a fairly short ride from his current location. He had no clue that he was walking right into a trap.

~

“Cain’s a special kind of vampire everyone,” Kunichiro said, Lee and the others eagerly listening. “He can’t be killed by silver or garlic. However, he can be killed, albeit temporarily, via a hawthorn stake through the heart, after which he is to be decapitated and a loaf of garlic placed in his mouth. The garlic prevents him from simply generating a new body, or attaching his head to the rest of his old body.”

“Now then,” Kunichiro continued. “We’ve set up a tomb in which to place Adonai and all of his belongings, along with any records that he ever existed aside from live witnesses. In essence, we’ll be erasing him from history.”

“And,” piped in another voice, this one dry as sandpaper, coming in from the shadows. “We’ll use Darklight on the tomb itself, sending him to God knows where.”

“Isn’t this a bit much just to get rid of Cain?” Lee asked. It was true, this was going a bit far. They’d hired a professional vampire hunter to kill Azkal, thus luring Adonai into their clutches. Now they were using Darklight to dispose of Cain’s remains.

“Do you know,” Kunichiro stated, glaring at Lee. “What could happen if Cain lives? Remember Draculae? He was a Class S vampire too, and he single handedly created a vampiric empire. Imagine what Cain could do!”

Lee nodded, now seeing the reason why they were going to such great lengths to be rid of Cain. Of course, they wouldn’t have even considered Adonai’s dangerousness if it hadn’t been for their informant, the one in the shadows.

Vlad had barely survived Cain’s attack on him, going into a coma for quite some time. The damage was so extensive that he couldn’t even regenerate it all, and was horribly disfigured. Immediately after waking up he told the council about Adonai, and the decision was made to eliminate him.

The entrance opened and Kunichiro exclaimed, “Ah, speak of the devil!”

The council, as well as several vampire security guards instantly set upon Cain. He managed to fend of several of them with his Armblade, but was staked through the heart before he even had a chance to escape via his mist form.

His Class B enemy, Vlad, stepped forward with a broadsword to do the honors. With one quick swing he decapitated the Class S vampire, after which he carefully placed a loaf of garlic inside his mouth. The sight of life leaving Cain’s eye delighted him.

Kunichiro ordered Operation: Basilisk to be put into high gear immediately. All of Cain’s personal belongings, as well as any records proving his existence were destroyed, and Adonai’s body placed inside of a medium sized tomb, about the size of a modern day restroom.

For the final tip of the hat Vlad had Darklight used on the tomb itself, teleporting it to God knows where. He oversaw the teleportation himself, chuckling as his enemy’s tomb disappeared in a flash of red light. Of course, he had no idea that the teleportation process was unstable.

His technicians had warned him earlier that Darklight may continue to teleport its target long after its initial use, randomly tossing it from place to place, time to time, all at random intervals. That meant that there was a chance Adonai could return, however slim it was.

Vlad paid no attention to this, and forgot all about it within a few days. He had no clue that not paying attention to that warning was what could eventually lead to his demise…

~

Journal entry 23,

Today we finally opened the tomb and exhumed the remains of what appears to be an abnormal humanoid. Sadly, I caused something to fall out of its decapitated head whilst turning it over. I’m not sure what fell out, but I don’t really care at the moment. I’m just too tired…

Anyway, Jerry put the head back on its body just for the heck of it, and screwed it up even more by taking that thing from its chest. He seems to think that the body itself will be worth less to a museum than that stupid piece of wood.

Journal Entry 24,

Gah, I work with incompetent fools! How does one manage to lose a corpse? Neither of my coworkers will admit to moving the body, but its missing from where we originally placed it. The thing couldn’t have gotten up and walked off on its own, could it?

The notes stopped there, with the beginnings of Entry 25 stained in blood…


OOC: *Note* This character was approved some time before I posted his profile in this thread, but wasn't posted in here sooner due to technical problems.

Name: Laila

Age: 534 Appears 20

Race: Wood Elf

Sex: Female

Hair: Long golden blonde hair to the middle of her back. It is usually down and parted to the side and straight.

Eyes: Crystal Blue

Weight: Around 124 pounds

Height: 5'9

Weapon: One sword, sheathed at side, two hidden daggers, and a bow and a quiver of arrows.

Armor: Chain Mail under her clothing, gauntlets,a sheild with a white horse on it, and a ring called the Crystal of Ebon Flame.

Strengths: Laila is extremely talented at using her bow and riding a horse. She has had a bow since before she could remember and can so almost anything with it. She also wear a ring, the Crystal of Ebon Flame. It is a light blue gem with a flame in the center. It allows Laila to control fire for a short time, but it makes her very weary.

Weakness: She fears death which is ironic on her part and she is weak to some dark magics. She tends to trust people too easily and makes her more prone to getting easily hurt.

Skills: Very talented on horse-back riding and very talented using her bow.

Magic:
The Crystal of Ebon Flame: This a a ring Laila recieved from someone very dear to her. When Laila chooses to use this ring it allows her to create, control, and manipulate fire for a short time. If she chooses to she can make a huge fireball to use a an attack but makes her vulnurable to attack afterwards due to making her weak.
Healing: Laila learned to use plants and the nature surrounding her to make some healing potions. She is able to heal small wounds.
Nature Speak: Laila is able to communicate and manipulate any kind of plant or greenery to help her accomplish task.
Animal Speak: Laila can also speak with animals which is very useful in battles or when needing an important message sent.

Appearance: She is tall and slender, like most elves. Her skin is very fair. She has pointed ears, and a slender face. She wears a sleveless golen chest plate and a green skirt that is fairly short. A belt clapses around her waste bearing various items, especially helpful in healing. Around her neck, she bares a blue pendent, that was given to her from her mother. She is very lightfooted and even in the quietest of places, it is hard for her footsteps to be heard.



Personality: Laila is a very light-hearted and friendly person. She is very easily to trust other people which can play ill at times. She's easy-going and usually always in a good mood. Laila can also be very serious and angry when she needs to be. When battling she doesn't take it as a joke and always keeps focused on what she is doing.

Biography: Laila had a pretty easy-going life. She grew up in a lovely forest with her parents and many other close friends. Sadly one day her little village was attcked killing most of the people in it. It was attacked due to an ever-growing evil to the north of the village. That evil wanted to take control of the whole releam. This evil was created from a new dark lord on the rise. He was planning to overthrow the king from his throne and rule the releam.

Her parents went off to see to that evil and she never heard from them again, but Laila could feel that they were alive. Even with the evil about, Laila begin to travel the world. She felt that she was alone and wanted to try and escape the evil forthcoming. Through her travelings after her village had beened attacked Laila met a very strange old man who taught her many of her bow skills and much of her magic. He taught her to be well attuned with the nature around her.

The old man was very dear to her and one of her best friends. This old man was a teacher of old and had been sought after for many years. He had never done any wrong doing, except to kill the bad and evil on the earth, and was wanted dead by the worst of bandits, assasins, and murderers alike. After many years of evading these evils, the old man eventually got caught and killed by an assasin. Laila later found out that the old man was her great-great grandfather and she grieved over for many weeks.

Laila never settled down into another area or village but just continued to travel the lands. With her travels she bettered her fighting skills and became even more attuned with the nature surrounding her. Laila learned to love the very essence of life on earth and started to appreciate her life on it even more. She tried not to take things for granted and live life day by day.

Through her travels is when she met on of her dearest friends and partners, her beautiful grey stallion Serias. He was very loyal to Laila and would risk his own life for her. Laila would not enter a battle without her beloved partner.

Laila still travels and explores the world learning new things, visiting all kinds of rare and exotic places and enjoying life.

I'm posting all the links to my characters here in order to conserve sig space and be more organized...

Cadenza Madrigal-Valentia (Gypsy of Rubato and teacher of the Dome)

Prince Hunter Merridale (Commander of Choras and substitute teacher of the Dome)

Ancia (Water nymph of Phaedorna and daughter of a Greek God)

Louis Fritz (Minstrel of Choras and teacher of the Dome)

Inspector Tracey de Carlo (Detective of Rochester Republic and officer of Rubato and Florheim's police forces)

Hayden (Mountain sprite of Iron Cutlass Mountain Range and expert metallurgist)

-All characters won "Best Character Drawing" collectively in the Fall 2007 BA Awards.
-Cadenza won "Most Powerful Character" and "Most Attractive Female Character" in the Fall 2007 BA Awards.

Name: Fenir Beealzibub Astaroth

Age: Older than time

Race: Demon of the First Hierarchy

Sex: Male

Hair: Demon: Pitch black hair that goes to his waist. Scarecrow:none

Eyes: Demon: Black. Scarecrow: flames

Weight: Demon: 2 tons. Scarecrow: 100lbs

Height: Demon:12'. Scarecrow:6'

Weapon: none

Strengths: He can see better in the dark, and he has more power at night. Any mind control attempts are shot back at the user. He is burned by a crucifix and will go into convulsions, but afterwards, he will get up with more power.

Weakness: He can not see very well in the daylight and has less power in the day(doesn't effect him while in the Scarecrow). A crucifix will burn him and cause him to go into convulsions, but afterwards, he will get up with more power. The name of the lord makes him flinch. If said at the right time, it could provide an opening.

Skills/Magic: (D=Demon, SC=Scarecrow)
(D)Flame Armor: Flames jump and from a fiery film on his body. Blocks out sunlight.
(SC)Ichabod's Dance: Fenir will dance around wildly, causing the enemy to let their guard down.
(D,SC)Deception: Fenir can deceive people by changing his appearance and voice.
(D)Demon Flame: Fenir will shoot fireballs at his target until it hits them, or he is hit. If a target is hit, the flame will burn them, but it will also seep into the person's soul and spread until it burns it's victim from the inside out. This takes 72 hours.
(SC)Stretch: Fenir will stretch his arms and reach for his victim. If they are caught, Fenir will strangle or crush them.
(D,SC)Possession: Fenir can transfer a portion of his being into people by touching them. But he can only do it 7 times. Once for each Deadly sin. Once transfered, the person will enact the deadly sin that possesses them, while they go about doing Fenir's bidding. The more times he does this the more Fenir's condition deteriorates.

Appearance: Demon: He stands at an amazing 12' tall and weighs an astounding 2 tons. He is the image of a classic demon. red skin, black eyes, bat-like wings, claws, a spear like tail, and pointed ears, Goat like bottom half, and cloven hooves. He has two horns just above his eye brows. They go out horizontally for about 12" and go up vertically 42". His pitch black hair goes past these horns down to his eyes. The back goes down to his waist.

Scarecrow: His head lookes like Oogie Boogie form the Nightmare Before Christmas. He has a very evil smile, and his eyes are holes that have flames in them. He has a rope around his neck to keep his head on. He has a plaid shirt on and his hands are a pair of gloves that are extended to look like claws and are as sharp as them. He had ropes around his wrists to keep his hands on. He had a rope around his waist to keep plain brown pants on. His feet are socks that are extended into two sharp toes. He has ropes around his ankles to keep his feet on. On his middle section is a sewn up gash where someone had cut him open. Under that cloth is a black shadow.

Personality: He has a twisted personality. He will always crack black humor even during battles. He is insane, even by demon standards. He will "play" with his enemies in battles and come in swiftly for the kill. Being a demon, he only needs to devour peoples souls, but he enjoys the feeling he gets from eating like a mortal, so he will eat the entire person, bones and all. Whenever he comes in for the kill he always says "Me thinks me sees a meal". Sometimes, if he is facing a tough opponent, he will injure them and take them to a place to torture them until their souls break, then he devours the person. His excuse being that "Tough souls give him indigestion," If he is not grinning an evil grin, he is in a violent rage. He does have great appreciation for music. If someone can impress him with their musical talent, he will let them go.

Biography: At one time his name was Fenir Jehovah Michal, but that was along time ago. Since then he and the other followers of Lucifer, now Satan, had been cast down into an area below earth called Hell. Fenir was punished more than Satan. He had been a spy on God. He was thrown into the deepest pit in hell and was forced to watch his life over and over again. The guilt was too much, and he cracked. Even by demons he is considered insane, and dangerous, but loyal to Lucifer. Then one day, Lucifer called Astaroth.
"Astaroth, have i not been a good leader to you and your fellow incubi?" asked Satan.
"You have my liege," Astaroth replied nervously.
"Then tell me why we are loosing SOULS!!" screamed the Prince of lies at the incubus. Everyone in the throne room stopped and stared. Satan sighed and sat on his throne. He putt his head in his hands and shook his head. Suddenly he had an idea.
"Astaroth, send for your son."
"Fenir, sir?"asked Astaroth in an unbelieving tone,"But he's uncontrollable."
"Send for him, or I'll throw you into the pit with him, and let him tear you apart." This scared the incubus and he ran to fetch his son. When Fenir arrived he was bound in chains.
"Those won't be necessary," said Satan to the guard as they took the chains off. Leaving the two to be alone. The room was empty save for Lucifer and Fenir.
"Do you know why you're here?" asked Satan.
"Your going to send me to earth," said Fenir.
"My, my , my, you're smarter than i thought." They spoke of the events that were to occur.
When he was ready to leave, Satan pulled him aside. "Remember Fenir, return without 100,000,000 souls and it's back to the pit." Fenir nodded. As he stepped thru the portal the light hit him. He was weak and he couldn't see. He stumbled into the underbrush and his vision was returned. His first weakness was discovered. He waited there, in the forest for two days, killing all who passed his path. One day a warrior passed his path. He jumped to kill him, but the warrior was quicker, he dodged and thrust forward with his holy sword. It sliced thru Fenir's skin and into his heart. His body was taken into Hell but he knew he couldn't go back, so he sought to find a new body for himself. he searched for years when finally he found the perfect body. A scarecrow. It had no mind to begin with and it could be altered. As he Possessed the scarecrow, a farmer passed and saw his scarecrow hop down from it's post. Fenir saw the farmer and said aloud, "Me thinks me sees a meal," and devoured the farmer. He loved the feeling of eating. so much he kept doing it to all his victims. After many years of collecting souls, he found the warrior who killed him, attacking him more cautiously. after a fierce battle, Fenir was open for attack. The warrior lunged and cut thru the cloth. underneath was a shadow. The bewildered knight was open and Fenir took his chance and consumed him. then consumption of the knight gave Fenir extra strength. He now wanderers the land trying to meet his goal of souls for Satan.

Full Name: Dante Llorek Ikana

Age:24
Race:Ikanian, Hylian
Sex:male
Hair:fiery red, Cesar cut
Eyes:deep hazel
Weight:195lbs.
Height:6'4"

Weapons: Two light maces: Sorrow (for spirits), and Dread (for physical creatures). Various daggers for throwing. A grenade-like weapon (gives off a "Dins Fire" effect).

Armor: Layered-1.black tunic.2.tattered leather vest (with gloves).3.plate armor (only on chest).Extra.extremities protected by chain mail. Dantes armor is the medieval equivalent, of a modern hand-me-down tactical vest/equipment

Strength: Dante's speed allows quick, and successive blows. His hand-to-hand combat is excellent. He is also a good hunter (of his enemies). Dante has a knack for being able to outwit, and psychologically terrify, his adversaries. As mentioned in skills, Dante has exceptional eye-sight.

Weakness: Garo magic inflicts severe mental and physical damage;either driving Dante insane, or ripping him inside out (thus, you should dispose of them quickly). Dante holds back on women, children, and the elderly; this gives enemies an advantage in sending assassins, of the three types of people above.

Skills/magic: Dante is a great marksman with daggers, and has exceptional eye sight. He sometimes goes to unnecessary measures to kill someone. Dante being who he is, likes to play mind games with his foe. His abrupt appearance into thier world, strikes an uncanny dread into his enemies. Dante can also harness ancient Ikanian magic, which he learned through a sorcerers records.
Magical Abilites
Lightning Strike: A devastating attack with scatter abilites.
Seeker Spells: A spell that allows a tracked targets location to be revealed.
Healing Magic: Magic that allows minor (and some major) wounds to be healed; the worse the wound the more bodily energy needed.

Appearance: A strong, rugged, and slick man with a stubble. Always has an angry, yet calm-looking face. Has the looks of both a king and his peasant. His muscle has an equivalent ratio with his height, giving him an "average strong-man" appearance. His skin is clear of scars, and acne (despite his hard living), but is pale and gives him a grim look.

Personality: Dante sometimes feels a lust in battle, and zones into a feral force to be reckoned with. He does not like talkative, or fearful people, for he is very independent. Dante is always down to business, and never jokes. He also has a liking for animals; they were the only things he grew up aside. Dante does not care if he dies (it will only bring him closer to his family), but still has the desire to complete his ultimate objective of revenge. His social life is vague, and he speaks rudely to strangers. Dante has self-reliant common sense, and only judges through peoples actions; not by who, or what they are.

Biography: Long before clock town was built, Ikanian miners found an underground river, and a mysterious door below thier camp. Eventually, Ikanian colonists decided to explore beyond the door. In this group of colonists was lieutenant Desiderius Ikana. He was the nephew of the Ikanian king, and grandson of the king before his uncle. They appeared in a forest, and after much walking (and some losses;they turned into an impish-thing) they came upon a land which the locals called Hyrule.
Desiderius came upon a ranch in the middle of "Hyrule Field", where he fell in love with a farm hand. They had a child named Dante, a powerful name in Ikana. But, the Ikanian colony was doomed. When the colonists had to leave Hyrule, Desiderius took Dante, until he returned too smuggle his lover.
But when Desiderius returned, Dantes mother was dead, attacked by looting Garo ninjas, who would eventually sack Ikana Castle. Dante was trained in his childhood to be strong and smart. He led a happy life, until Garo's started skirmishing the Ikanian border. On the night of an annual festival, Dantes life would be turned upside down.

The night of the festival(of time), Dante was having sort of a family reunion. Suddenly in the heart of the party Garos attacked the farm. Dantes family tried to fight back but were overpowered. He almost got himself killed , trying to save a cousin (then dead), but got away. That same night Ikana Castle was infiltrated and brought the mighty Kingdom of Ikana to its knees.
The Garos hit and ran, looting the kingdom. Dante survived off of farming, and hunting skills. He eventually went into an isolationist state. He couldn't leave Ikana Canyon; everyone else thought anyone coming out of the (former) kingdom was a Garo.
Dante read and increased his knowledge. He also looked at maps for escape routes. The castle armory had very interesting weapons in it; Dante acquired his maces there. Taking money from the treasury, Dante escaped Ikana Canyon by knocking out Termanian sentries. Although he was totally capable of this when he was younger, Dante was afraid of death, and afraid of leaving his sanctuary.
After only a bit of searching, Dante found the secret door under Clock Town described in Ikana Castles vast libraries, and historical records. He now had a link between his mother, and fathers worlds. After entering Hyrule Dante met an old man who, coincidently, was his uncle (on his mothers side). His uncle happened to be The Duke of Kakariko, who relayed Dantes story to the King of Hyrule.
The King employed Dante as a mercenary. Instead of rupees as his pay, Dante gets special information on the Garo Kingdom. He plans to tear up the Garo throne harder than they did his life.

Now, Dante is on a personal quest for revenge. He is Dante the Avenger.



This was my first character, and he may be almost the exact opposite of me. He has some personality connections with me, but thats it. Also, some of the information in Dantes story is based off of the belief that Garos may actually be Subrosians (access to both Hyrule, and Termina from underground, and appearance similarities). And, no I didn't get Dante from Devil May Cry.
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Name: Larum
Age: 17

Race: 1/2 human 1/2 demon

Sex: male

Hair: Short black hair that is straight and goes on his forehead

Eyes: red

Weight: 164 lbs.

Height: 6'1"
Weapon: Larum uses two knives that are super sharp. He also can transform into a demon for a short time. only once per battle. as a demon, he uses claws and his head (headbut).

Strengths: Larum is very fast, and has pinpoint precision with his knives. He can target a vital organ just by seeing someone move. he has to stand still for that though. Anything he does in battle is hardly seen. he has such fast movement that he can create doppelgangers when he runs.

Weakness: Occasionally, Larum will get splitting headaches in the heat of battle, and slow down immensly. I probably spelled that wrong. He also gets blinded by huge light, so he hides until nighttime, or wears a hood. Larum can't be riminded of what happened at his village or he will get really angry and mess up his battle. For example, if he is reminded one thing he will do is grit his teeth and run at his opponent, missing, and worthlessly expelling energy.

Skills/Magic: once per battle, Larum can throw his knives at super speed. His knives come back immediately if they are within twenty meters.

Appearance: Larum wears two black sheathes on either side of him, and a green cloak outside of battle. He has a tattoo on his left arm that is an arrow sort of, and two curved lines above and below it. On his right arm is a cloth to heal wounds, he keeps it on at all times. He has a jet black tunic with a design in the middle,(It will explain that in his biography.) on under his cape and black pants. not jeans but a tunic like links pants that he wears. his boots are black too, and they make him trip sometimes.

Personality: Larum is quiet, but he mumbles to himself in public. if angered, as mentioned earlier, he will assault the person with "very easy to dodge" slashes with his knife. If the sun get's in his eyes, he will actually talk and scream because he can't see. If somone mentions Gannondorf, he will beg and plea for answers, if he doesn't get answers, he will threaten them, even fight them for answers.

Biography: Larum grew up on in a jail. His townsfolk imprisoned him because he was half demon. they didn't know it until one day, he transformed into a demon and ravaged the town market because the merchant wouldn't give him any good fruit. The townsfolk had one clue though. When he was in kindergarden, some kid was bullying him. Larum grabbed some sand and threw it at the kid.
"Aah! My eyes!" The kid cried. Larum ran at his blind opponent with such speed that a dust storm was created. The kid that was bullying Larum was suddenley thrown into the air. Luckily, he landed on a trampoline of sorts. Everyone was coughing, and when the dust cleared, Larum was gone. Apparenly, he was hungry. He was found in the butcher's shop later. He had a good life after that. Though his parents punished him, he was worshpped at school until that fateful day when he freaked out at the market. His meals were brought to him by knights who had Silver lances. no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn demon again. When he was twelve, his village was attacked by stalfos, and the knights were fighting a war far away.
"What's going on?" He asked a civilian from his window.
"Monsters! someone let the demon out! He can kill them!" a few second later, someone unlocked his cell, only to be killed by a stalfos behind him. Larum grabbed the knife from the dead body and stabbed the wolf-like creature. He went outside and saw bodies falling, people yelling and a man on a horse laughing. Larum figured the man to be a knight and ran up to him
"Sir knight! do you not see the monsters? Please! Protect the village!" Larum cried. The man looked at him, and shot a ball of energy at him."Ugh!"
"What? A knight you say? Ha! Thats rich! I am no knight. I am Gannondorf! This land rightfully belongs to me!"
"Stupid Gannondork." Larum mumbled before he rose and charged. Gannondorf grabbed him, wrenched the knife from his hand and looked him over.
"Hmm. Half demon eh? Well. I won't kill you here. You could be a good resource in the future." Gannondorf put a seal on his shirt so he couldn't turn demon and kill him."I'll see you later, Larum." The man knocked Larum unconsionshunse(Spelled wrong) and left him on the ground. five years later, Larum set out on a journey to train. Suddenly, he got a splitting headache. Memorys from that night came back. He knew he would have to face them eventually, and when it stopped, he left his village. He had to kill Gannondorf. If he didn't, those memorys would haunt him forever.

Name: Tacheon Alexander Black (That's Mr. Black to you)

Age: Three deca-cycles and four (34 years of age) since created, Four deca-cycles and seven (47 years of age) since project began

Race: Human (From planet Tiberius)

Sex: Male

Hair: Chin-length, jet-black hair, generally pulled back behind the ears but not secured.

Eyes: Hazel (constantly shifting, depending on mood rather than color of surroundings)

Weight: One hundred sixty-five pounds (165 lbs.)

Height: Six foot One (6'1")

Strengths: A true God of War. Many, many years of battle experience in both combat and tactical reconaissance. Due to his use of Atrionic manipulation (see below, under bio, this one's a long read), his speed and recovery rate are well above normal. His raw strength and defense itself isn't that high, because his recovery rate and cunning doesn't require it. And he has an amazing amount of stamina.

Weakness: He holds back on women and children. The back of his head is his Achilles' heel. One good skull-penetrating blow will knock him... dead? Mortal? Whatever. He isn't invincible... um, ah-- see the bio for more information. It's confusing to explain.
He's easy to defeat if you manage to destroy his... brain...

Skills/Magic: Atrionic manipulation, weapons expertise, super-human speed and reflex

Appearance: Tacheon is a man who knows how to dress. He generally doesn't vary much in what he wears. Sometimes, it's a black sweater with black jeans and Japanese-style slippers, sometimes it's an admiral's uniform adorned with war-medals and the insignia of the Rebel Navy, and sometimes it's just jeans, a t-shirt, and a greaser's jacket. He always stands tall, never slouching or leaning against the wall. Tacheon always stands on the balls of his feet (hehe, I said balls, get over it), a habit he picked up from his days as an assassin. When he walks, it seems as though he glides from one area to another, making no real movement with his upper body. He is white, although his skin is slightly tanned, but not the super-tan that some people find attractive, more of a slightly-toasted color. The only blemishes on his skin are a small, hairline scar slicing vertically down under his right eye, and a barcode and ID number on his upper forearm. He usually walks empty-handed.

Personality: Tacheon is a sado-masochist. He both enjoys the exhilaration and rush of adrenaline from pain, and the similar rush from inflicting it. When he gets into a tussle, the apprehension is lost and he enters a blood-frenzy, doing anything within reason to decimate the enemy's morale and then going for the kill. He likes to prolong people's suffering. When he's not fighting, however, he is a very rational, methodical man. He is the type to always kick his tires before he leaves. He is overly cautious of traps, and will always try to negotiate before getting into conflict. He is not easily angered. Despite his violent bursts, he's more of a lover than a fighter.

Biography:
Tacheon Black isn't sure of his origins. He has no family, except for a brother that he tries to forget that he has. In reality, he was part of a project, called Gemini, which was an effort to enhance the human genome with powers beyond imagination. However, there was a system failure moments before the project came to a halt. Instead of one complete human, two were formed. One, the positive aspect, was known as Tacheon. The other, negative aspect, was known as Vylanos. They know each other as brothers.

When he was growing up, a strange race of aliens entered the galaxy. They began to attack the outer-rim planets without hesitation, leaving a trail of death and destruction in their wake. A council of twelve men grouped together in the system of Sol and formed The Galactic Confederation. With the conbined resources of the galaxy, they managed to repel the invaders. However, when the time came to disband the GC, they were reluctant saying that the outer-rim planets owed them a debt of a lifetime of servitude. And so the Rebellion was born. Tacheon raised the money to purchase a ship, christened as Thunderbird, and began to work as a hired gun for the Rebellion, where he rose the ranks and soon became a captain in the Rebellion's navy.

After five years of research, Tacheon discovered something rather interesting. There is no such thing as nothing. Even at the smallest level, the space between atoms was occupied by something, a four-dimensional sheet of sub-matter known as Atrion. With several more months of practice, he was soon able to manipulate Atrion in such a way as to form anything he wanted as long as he knew the exact structure of it down to the chemical composition. He cannot form anything larger than a breadbox, although what he can make he does with such precision that he could use it for any task it is suited for. One of the products of Atrionic reactions is free energy, so no energy is lost during the reactions. He never gets exhausted.

Normally, the part of the brain that allows Atrionic manipulation is transferred into space for memory mere moments after birth. However, due to special adjustments to the genome thanks to the Gemini project, that part of the brain was never lost. Both he and his brother retain the ability to manipulate Atrion. The part of the brain needed for this delicate process lies in the back of the brain, and if it is disrupted at all the ability to manipulate Atrion is lost, essentially making them a normal person with nothing special about them (ergo, he loses that part of the brain, he's mortal and is killable with ease). Otherwise, and other part of the body, including the brain, regenerates rapidly until they either choose to stop the healing process, or they lose the ability to manipulate Atrion.

When Tacheon was a couple of years old, his brother Vylanos went on a megalomaniacal rampage and set out to conquer Tiberius. When nobody would bow to him, he got so infuriated that he launched all of the nuclear weapons on the planet, practically destroying anything living there at the time. All traces of Tacheon's past were lost. Ever since the downfall of the GC less than two cycles ago (two years), he has begun to search the plane of the universe for some meaning in his life. He knows nothing of the possibility to lose that part of his brain, and in fact knows nothing of the Gemini project at all.

Now that his drive in life, to end the GC, has been accomplished, he doesn't know what to do. He searches for a reason to live, or a way to die. He welcomes his fate either way.

Name: Akita (a-kee-ta) Azure
Age: around 800 (She lost count at 500 but she only looks 23)
Race: Dragon Kin-Black Dragon
Race Description: A Dragon Kin is a human with the ability to morph into a dragon. Although, first they must have been touched by a dragon to turn into that type of dragon. (Ex: If a Dragon Kin is touched by a blue dragon, they will be able to morph into a blue dragon. If a Dragon Kin is touched by a red dragon, they will be able to morph into a red dragon ect, ect.) Although, they are considered humans before they are touched by a dragon. However, if they are to turn into a Dragon Kin, they must have been touched by a dragon before they reach the stage of human maturity (age of 10-21). Although, there have been a few rare cases when a human turned into a Dragon Kin well after there stage of human maturity. And some extremely rare cases have been when a Dragon Kin can poses the form of two dragons, normally the opposites of each other(water and fire; dark and light)
Theme Somg: Inner Universe by: Origa

Eye Colour: Her normal eye colour is teal-green mix. But when she morphs into her dragon form, her eyes turn red.
Hair Colour: When she is not morphed, her hair colour is red.

Weapons: Her only weapons in her dragon form are her claws, teeth, and fire. When she is unmorphed, she has a sword which is quite light, but as strong as dragon claws.
Armour: Akita has very little armour when she is traveling out of her dragon form. When she morphs, her body becomes a dragon, giving her the defense of a dragon.

Skills: Akita has a few skills. But not many.
Fire Sword: Summons a blaze around her sword, turning it into a burning blade.
Dark Sword: Summons a black sword with the power of dark magic.(learned after she became a full Dragon Kin)
Black Fire: A skill unique to only Black Dragons. Enables the red fire of a dragon to burn black. Very strong, but is easily quenched with water.

Strengths: Akita is quiet skilled in swordsmanship. She is fast on her feet, and can take blows. Being in dragon form gives her the power of a dragon. The strength, the defense, and the speed. She can outrun almost anything. Her strong teeth and claws make her very hard to defeat.
Weaknesses: When Akita morphs, she is in a state of vulnerability. If she is struck while in the processes of morphing, she goes into a state of shock and passes out. If she is struck hard, she could possibly die. It also takes time for her to morph into her dragon form.

Appearance: Akita looks like your normal 23 year old. Except when she turns into a dragon!

Human form:
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n33/avyuir/Akita.jpg

Dragon Form:
http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n...gons/Akita.jpg

Personality: Akita has a most relaxed personality. Well, for a Dragon Kin anyway. Most Dragon Kin have fiery attitudes and are most of the time, quite stubborn. But Akita has quiet a mellow personality. Rarely does she get into a fight about something, unlike her parents and siblings. Some might say she isn’t a Dragon Kin, until she proves them wrong.

Bio: Akita was born in the grand port of Lemar. While she was growing up, Akita learned much of the Blue Dragon. But she knew little of the rest. When she was young, she had asked her mother of the different kinds of dragon species there were.

“Akita, must you ask me this now? The dragon festival is approaching faster every single day.”

“But mom?!? This is when I should know about all of the dragon kin!!”

“Fine . . . sit down and we’ll talk. But first, let me grab some tea.”

Akita’s mother was a Sapphire Kin. She had been touched by the most serene of all dragons, the Blue Dragon. Because they are so serene, they are often called the Sapphire Dragons or Kin’s.

“There are many. I will begin with the colours of each. The green dragon, the red dragon, the blue dragon, the blood dragon, the yellow dragon, the purple dragon, and the white dragon.”


“Now, they each represent a gem, or stone of there tribe. The blue dragon represents the sapphire.”

“Can you show me what these stones look like?”

“Hmm, I might have some pieces of there stones. . . . . . . . . . . ah yes, here they are.”

“Now, as I was saying, the blue dragons represent the sapphire. The red dragons represent the ruby. The yellow dragons represent the gold topaz. The green dragons represent the emerald. The blood dragons represent the garnet. The purple dragons represent the amethyst. And the white dragons represent the diamond.”

“Wow, so many. But how do we all live together?”

“That is a tale for another day Akita. I have to finish preparations for the festival. If you really really want to know now, which I know you do, go see the old historian of mythological dragons of the past.”

“Old whaty of the what and the who??”

“The old historian, by the library. He knows almost everything about the Dragon Kins. He acts like he’s been there since the beginning of time, which might be possible considering how old he is.”

Akita jumped down from her chair. She was eager to learn more of the Dragon Kin's history. She ran down to the old historian, who was probably the oldest thing alive in the town. She walked into the old librarians home. It smelt of musty books and old scrolls. He greeted her with a weak voice. She could tell that his hour glass, was running out of sand.

“I hope I’m not bothering you or anything.”

“Certainly not young child. What can I do for ye?”

Lyia looked at him. She hated being called child. But she understood where he was coming from, he had to be at least over tens of thousands of years old. “Nothing much. I just want to learn more about the Dragon Kins.”

“Ahh, will you be setting out anytime soon to find your special dragon? Have you any in mind?”

“My mom doesn’t want me to be a sapphire, and neither do I. I think I want to be either a emerald or a garnet.”

The librarian sighed. “Your mother has taught you of these tribes has she not?”

“Well yes, but how did you know?”

“I’m assuming she taught you of the ruby, the topaz, the amethyst, and the diamond as well?”

“Well yes."

"But there is another. The black dragon, or the Obsidian. But they are a most distructive species. Not many Dragon Kin are able to get an Obsidian to touch them.”

Hmm, a black dragon huh. This should be most interesting. Akita looked at the old man. He was wise, but she was curious as to why her mother had not told her of the black dragons. “Tell me more please.”

“Well then, let me put on a pot of tea first, this is going to be a long story.” The old man walked over to his kettle, and easily set it over an open flame. “Now, your mother has taught you of the races. I shall teach you of each of the races leaders. The Sapphire is Ashura(ah-sure-ah). The Emerald is Tempest. The Ruby is, well most people don't know the name, so most call him Hellstorm but his true name is Firebrand. The Diamond is Sentinel. The Topaz is Alecan(ah-lay-can). The Amethyst is Daichym(day-shm). The Garnet is Draconis. And the Obsidian is Nemesis(nem-i-sis).

And so Akita learned. She learned of each festival the different tribes had. And of the grand festival where all of the dragons came and conversed with each other. She learned of the tribe borders. She knew each of the grand cities that each different dragon tribe had. Each city, with a magnificent stone in the center of it, keeping the city brimming with life of each tribe. Akita gathered as much information as she could. For after the festival of the Sapphire, she would set out to find her dragon, and become a true Dragon Kin. The festival is tomorrow, perhaps it would be best if I were to be getting home. Mom will need help tomorrow. Man, why is she always the one who sets up the Festival of the Sapphire. . .

“I should be getting home. The hour is late and the Festival is tomorrow.”

“Ahh yes, the Festival. It has come so fast this year. Come see me any time young one if you wish to learn more.”

“I will be back most definitely.”

“Good, The company is quite nice.”

Akita laughed. This old man was a great help. She said good bye and ran to her home. She heard her mother running around inside. Akita knew why, those last minute clean up things. She walked in the door.

“Mom, why did you wait till last minute to clean things up?”

“Oh Akita, your home! And I don’t wait till last minute. Last minute would be doing this a half hour before sun rise.”

“Whatever mom. Just get some sleep soon. The Festival takes a lot out on you.”

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The next day, Akita woke up early. There was no sleeping in on this day. Her mother was already up. Everything had been moved out of the house and down to the Sapphire Fair Grounds where the Festival of the Sapphire was to take place.

“Mornin mom.”

“Oh, good morning Akita. Hurry and get ready. The festival will begin soon.”

Akita walked into her bathroom. And a cold shiver ran down her spine. Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it. Akita began getting ready none the less. She grabbed her blue gown she had bought a few weeks before the festival. A brilliant sapphire blue, perfect for the festival. Akita was running towards the kitchen when her mother yelled for her.

“Akita! Hurry up! You’re so slow.”

“I’m comin mom! Sheesh give me a break!”

“You know how important this festival is to the Kingdom of Sapphire!”

“Yea yea, let’s go then!”

Akita and her mother were the first to arrive at the fair grounds. The sun had barely risen over the ocean horizon. Akita helped her mother set up the decorations and made sure the lights were working.

“All right mom. Everything’s a-ok over here.”

“Good. That makes the last of it. We’re ready for the festival now.”

The other festival helpers had arrived soon after Akita and her mother had. They helped set up the decorations and began setting up their stations in the fair.

“Well, today looks like another great day for a festival, don’t you think Janice.” (ooc: here mothers name is Janice[sha-neece] bic: )

“You don’t want to curse us Lady Ashura.”

“Hey mom, can I talk to you real quickly?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“Privatly.”

Akita’s mother walked over to her. “What is it Akita?”

“This morning I had a feeling. Something bad is going to happen today.”

“Well now, you can’t let a little superstition ruin your day Akita. Relax and enjoy. It’s the time of the festival.”

“I hope yo-“ A loud screech cut Akita off. Her suspision had proven right. Obsidians had attacked. There were rumors of black dragons destroying festivals, but no one paid attention to the rumors, they were just rumors.

“Mom run! Obsidians are attacking!”

“Black Dragons?!? Here? That’s not possible, there supposed to be extinct!”

“Well there not! Now RUN!”

“But what about you?!? You could get hurt!”

“JUST GO MOM!”

Akita ran. She was looking for something she could use as a weapon. And she found it. A sword with a gold hilt. This will have to do for now! To Akita’s surprise, it was a real sword, not a wooden sword she was expecting.

By now, most of festival was burned to the ground. Sapphire’s had engaged talons with the Obsidian’s. Akita ran, but her dress was slowing her down.

“Sorry mom, but I gotta do what I gotta do.” Akita ripped the bottom part of her dress, half way up her thighs. It made it easier for her to run. She easily jumped onto the top of a large building. With sword in hand, she was going to engage the lead dragon. Akita jumped into the air, and dived on the nearest dragon. However, the Obsidian easily evaded her, and laughed as she missed. The dragon obviously looked at its leader, the largest of the Obsidians. The one they called Nemesis. Akita looked at the large dragon, and she froze. He was of massive stature, and his gaze petrified her body. Her mind telling her to move, but her body wouldn’t respond. The dragon laughed, and then spoke to her.

“So, you are a Sapphire child? How pitiful. Morph, show me something worth fighting.

“I-I can’t. I’m no- no- not a fu-ful-full Dra-drago-dragon K-ki-kin yet.” Get it together Akita. Snap out of it!

The massive Obsidian looked her down. What an easy prey this would be. Another dragon for his tribe. “Asura, you’ve been waiting for someone, knows your chance.”

A smaller Obsidian approached Akita. Akita feared for what it would do to her. What is it going to do, this is not good.

A long whisker flowed from the dragon, and touched Akita on the forehead. A mind numbing pain went through her body. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her mind was spinning. She felt like she was going to die. Whats happening to me? I’m going to die! This dragon is going to kill me!

As she thought this, the dragon receaded. As it did, the pain also receaded, but the pain over took her body, and she went cold.

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Akita woke to find herself in her bed. She tried to get up, but she had a head rush and laiyed back down. Her mother walked in as she awoke.

“Oh thank the sapphires you’re alive Akita! I was so worried. When I saw that dragon touch you, and then you passing out, I thought the dragon had killed you! But your alive and that’s all that matters!”

“Ugh, how long have I been out?”

“Almost a week Akita. But I hate to be the bearer of bad news Akita.”

“Whats wrong? What happened? No one died when the Obsidians attacked did they?”

“No, not that. But that Obsidian did touch your right Akita?”

“Yes. . . Why?”

“It seems, since you were not touched by a dragon, that Obsidian turned you into an Obsidian. You are now a Dragon Kin, but with a price. You will be feared because of the Obsidian blood in you.”

Tears rolled down Akita’s face. She had not wanted this. “Why, why did this happen to me?!?”

“It is your fate. I knew this would come to pass. Though, I tried so hard to prevent it.”

“Prevent it, how?”

“When you were born, the Oracles came to me. They told me of your future, and how you would be feared, for you would transform into an Obsidian. That’s why I did not tell you. I feared it would spike interest in you. And that you would want to go and find the Obsidians, and become one. I am soooo sorry this happened to you.”

“It is not your fault momey.”

“Oh Akitana.” (OoC: momey is what akita used to call her mother when she was very young and Akitana is Akita’s child name or used when she is in trouble. BiC: )

“Momey, I will be leaving soon. I will take my revenge on the Obsidians, and Nemesis. He will pay.” Akita felt a burning desire in her to take revenge. But she did not know where they lived, or where the Obsidian Kingdom was. Akita had not left the Sapphire Kingdom once. “But I need direction into Obsidian territory.”

“Akitana, please, do not do this.”

“I must momey.”

“Fine. Obsidian Kingdom or Territory as we mostly know it, lay in the deepest canyon of Shadow Hills. Be careful Akita. You will travel through Emerald, Garnet, and Diamond before you reach the outskirts of the Territory. Be careful Akita.”

Akita gathered her things. She would leave tomorrow, before the sun had risen.

“Akita, you are now a Dragon Kin. You have the power to morph, but it is a curse for you. Morphing into an Obsidian is not the best choice for a Dragon Kin.”

“I know Mother.”

“I advise you to practice morphing on your way to the kingdom of Obsidian. You will need the powers of Asura to help you defeat Nemesis.”

“How do you know the name of the dragon who touched me?”

“He was once was a friend. Now, he is an enemy to me. He cursed you, my daughter.”

“So I see. I will leave tomorrow Mother.”

“Than so be it. Good-Bye my daughter. And good luck.”

“I’m not leaving yet mom.”

“I know, but I may not see you tomorrow.”

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Akita left early that next morning. Her mother had been asleep when she left. She had not wanted to awaken her for such a bittersweet good-bye. Akita headed for boundary between Sapphire and Emerald Kingdom. And after that, her revenge on Nemesis, which will be swift, and quick.

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Since you guys probably didn't want to read the long bio, here is the shorter version of who these dragons below are. They are the leaders of each Dragon Kingdom. Ashura of the Sapphire, Tempest of the Emerald, Hellstorm of the Ruby, Sentinel of the Diamond, Alecan of the Topaz, Daichym of the Amythist, Draconis of the Garnet, and Nemesis of the Obsidian!

Ashura

Tempest

Hellstorm(Firebrand)

Sentinel

Alecan

Daichym

Draconis

Nemesis
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Name: Shadowmeire

Age: 19

Race: Elf, Werewolf

Sex: male

hair: black mullet with white streak in the bangs.

Eye color: blind in right eye, other eye is hazel-green
height: 6' 00"
weight: 180lbs.

Weapon: Kusarigama (a small sickle/scythe attached to a chain), and two throwing daggers.

Armor: because Shadowmeire is a werewolf, he really doesn’t wear any armor... doesn’t feel like paying for new armor every month... if it was required (in a tournament) he chooses plain scale mail.

Strength: speed, he is best at short range combat, but because of the weighted chain of the Kusarigama, he is also very effective at long-range combat.

Weakness: people with lances, pole arms, or flamberge-like swords, these weapons are very effective at catching the weighted end of the chain, and are too long for short combat to be effective.

Magic: he can control the wind element, make little dirt devils and tornados that can temporarily blind an enemy w/o a good helmet. He can also encase himself within tornado winds for a short period of time in order to prevent major injury.

Appearance: tall, well-balanced. He has long black hair with a white streak in his bangs on the right side. He is blind in his right eye, and the other is green with a small black tattoo of lieutenant status (a rectangle with two black dots on the right side of the rectangle) under it. 3 werewolf teeth necklaces hang from his neck at all time to remind him that he is still rightfully the lieutenant behind the anti-were movement in Ea. When not in a tournament, he has on ragged, torn clothing. He usually wears a black shirt with black leather shoulder pads, worn out brown pants, shoes made of cloth that are tied around his ankles. All of his clothing is VERY worn and stitching is holding all of it together…

Biography: Kal was an only child living in the suburbs of Giselhier city. His father was a swords master in a dojo, and his mother was a much respected nurse. Because of both his parents occupations, Kal was very sheltered from the world, but the other reason he was kept away from the world is his parents knowledge of Kal’s special power: he could control the breeze in one’s face and the gale before the storm. Before the Fenris war broke out, Giselhier was a potential target for the Werewolves, but no one took cover.

"When before have the Weres ever actually done anything in this War we are waging? Can anyone at Mannath tell us why we should forsake our lands when they will never come to Giselhier, when this will never actually come to pass?"
- Mayor Horthang Speech of Encouragement
1055 EY (Land of Ea years)

When no one fled the town, the Weres came four months later, and a blood bath ensued, leaving everyone dead, and only young Kal to fend for himself at the age of nine.
When Kal was 13 years old he decided to make a stand against the Weres.
Boot Camp was a cinch for Kal, even at age 13, where he mastered the fighting style of many different weapons, the fighting style he was best suited for was Kusarigamajutsu- the art of using the Kusarigama.
With only four years of official Stronghold Military training, Kal made his way up the ranks latter, before finally making it to Lieutenant status, equaling himself with many men who were much older then Kal, yet because of his age, he was put into a much lower part of the military, the Cavalry Scouts division.
Kal was one of the youngest, yet most respected lieutenants in the Stronghold Cavalry division, number 356, until the day the Werewolf army his patrol group had spotted rushed the unprepared cavalry, killing 35 of the 50 soldiers he commanded, wounding the rest, and kidnapping Kal. While he was in the Werewolf's company, he was bitten, becoming a rouge were, (or meire as they call themselves) and was thrown into the shadows. When he awoke, he had amnesia, not knowing who he was or what he was even doing there. when the nurse walked in to check on the coma patient, he was up and walking around, petrified at the door, he asked the nurse these two questions: "Who the am I, and why was I brought here?"
" Two white-haired men brought you here," she said, "they asked that you were taken care of, and left this hospital, leaving you, and you're name tag of service in the army here." she finished.
"the army?" he questioned himself
"yeah, here is the nametag" she softly said, "and I really have to go, I have to find the doctor, he'll be here around 9 o' clock"
when Kal looked at the silver name-tag, it had been modified (though he didn't know it) and it read Shadowmeire ( werewolf of the shadows)

Personality: Shadowmeire had always been a loner in his former life as a lieutenant; he has always had a determined "I don't givva damn" attitude. But there are really two sides to Shadowmeire, one of these sides not many people have the privilege to see:
in any kind of competition, he has always maintained a determined, strong willed personality inside the arena, outside though, he has great sportsmanship, and very rarely picks someone's strategy or fighting style apart.

Here he is, the new and Improved Kowai Shinu, approved by Ranarath, who is purely awesome!

Name: Kowai Shinu (The Terror of Death)
Nickname: Shinu, or The Terror of Death.
Age:does not have a specific age. (looks like a teenager)
Race:Spector (A mix of negative human emotions and an ancient evil demon. read bio for a better explanation.)
Sex:male
Hair: dark gray and short, almost like a buzz cut
Eyes:His eyes are normally blood shot, with gray irises’. When in Demon form, his pupils are red, and the rest of his eyes are black, and when in human form, his eyes are emerald green.
Weight:160 pounds
Height:Six feet tall

Weapon: Amulet of Aizi: Shinu wears the amulet this way normally conceal it. The amulet is diamond shaped. The main part is light blue in color and has a golden encrusted square outlining it. Inside the golden square is a black cross with a large emerald embedded right where the “X” crosses. In What’s Left to Fight For, Shinu unleashed the power of the amulet and infused it into his being, making his opwer over dark magic grow greatly. The amulet no longer carries much power, but Shinu keeps it with him, as it was the item that brought about his birth.

Eight Ways to Kill: After Shinu infused himself with the great darkness from the Amulet, he gained a new power from what happened. The Eight Ways to Kill is a circular hand guard with a handle running the diameter of the hand guard from the top blade to the bottom one. The hand guard and handle are black. The blades set around the circle are all purple and shaped like a spears tips. At the base of each blade, the symbol of Aizi is embedded. This form is balanced out for both long and short range combat. (can be used from throwing the weapon and having it return like a boomerang) After gaining full control over his dark powers, Shinu can now summon these weapons out of thin air, and can summon two of them now, no longer needing to transform his amulet to make them. Shinu can summon and unsummon these weapons at will.

Armor: Robe of Aizi: A purple robe that has the magic of the ancient demon Aizi. Weakens attacks of the dark element by a good percent. After the merger of darkness into Shinu, the robe has gained the power to absorb all dark energy that strikes it, and is now mostly resistant to other elements. Even light and thunder are not so effective as they once were, but now the robe his no defense against weapons. When the robe is damaged in any way, it will regenerate fiber and repair itself.

Strengths: After Shinu reawakened the power of the Amulet of Aizi, his power over dark magic has grown to such a level that he can now create darkness that can snuff out light and produces no shadow. Shinu is now immune to darkness, and most other elements are less effective, although his physical defense has fallen a good deal. Now, even light and electric energies do less damage to Shinu, although they can still be dangerous to him in large enough amounts. Shinu can now have Aizi awaken when the battle becomes to hard for himself.

Aizi is much more powerful in physical combat then Shinu, and his magic is also more powerful. His body heals at an accelerated rate, and his magical energy pool is vast. Aizi is also very fast, moving at speeds that are slightly under twice of Shinu’s full speed.

Weakness: The main weakness Shinu has is the fact that he is split between two minds. After the increse in power, both personalities are even less in unison, and tend to fight for control. Shinu’s weak to physical combat and is easily wounded physically. Although is magic is great, it can be dangerous to use to much, and some of the more powerful spells can quickly drain Shinu. Aizi’s main weakness is his ego, which causes him to underestimate his foe, which has come back to haunt him.

Skills/Magic:

Weapon Summoning: After fusing with the great darkness, Shinu has gained the power to summon his eight bladed weapon, and can create two out of his dark energy, and unsummon them at will.

Shadow bolt: Fires a bolt of darkness from the amulet that harms his opponent. The attack takes the appearance of a small black orb emanating from the emerald. This technique is not very powerful but can cause medium damage to an opponent of the light element. Does little or no damage to an enemy of darkness. Rapid fire or overuse can result will result in magic burns on his hands.

Shadow Seal: Creates a seal on his opponent that weakens the skills or magical energy that the person has. He presses the Amulet into his opponents skin and it leaves the imprint of the “X” with an emerald that forms in the center of the seal and creates on his opponent. The stronger the darkness in the person’s heart, the stronger the seal. This skill has no effect if his opponent has a massive quantity of a positive emotion the emanates from them.

Nightmare Flash: Fires a stronger version of Shadow Bolt. This technique takes more energy and has the same stipulations of Shadow Bolt. When using this technique, the energy becomes large ball of dark energy that causes burns whenever it hits its target. This attacks acts almost like a flame, only it is gray. This attack is now much easier for Shinu to use, and he can use it several times in one day..

Dark Tentacle: An attack that Shinu learned after Aizi was awakened the first time. Shinu has gained the power to create tentacles of darkness that emit from his feet and can be used to squeeze, grab and throw any person that is trapped by these tentacles. The dark one can summon up to eight of them, but these prepetually drain energy, which, if left unwatched, can drain Shinu of energy fairly quickly.

Platform of Darkness: A power that is similar to Shinu’s tetacles. This power, to, is emitted from Shinu’s feet, and produces something to walk on, even when there is nothing else. This takes little energy, but can become straining over a long period of time.

Darkness Meld: Shinu has gained the power to meld, and even become darkness. If there is darkness around, Shinu can merge with it and move about within it. During this, he cannot attack, but he can watch and play games with his foes. The greater power Shinu has is that he can transform himself into darkness (Almost like becoming a shadow) and move without being noticed. He can do this anytime, but sticks out in places where light is. When Shinu becomes darkness, he uses a good amount of magic to first become it, and it drains him slowly after that.

Dark Wall: A defensive skill Shinu picked up, and mimicked from Tsuukai Ita. Shinu has learned how to turn darkness into solid matter, to make a shield that can ward off both physical and magical attacks. This shield can only be shattered by extremly powerful attacks, and if shattered, Shinu takes damage from it.

Black Out: This skill is only used by Shinu when despairation strikes. Shinu releases a mass of dark energy that enshrouds the whole area that Shinu is fighting in, and makes no shadows, and has the power to drain energy from light. This skill drains a good deal of Shinu’s energy but increases his magical powers, along with giving Shinu a massive amount of advantage, because he can meld with the darkness.

Demon form: When Aizi’s personality takes over, it changes Shinu’s physical appearence, and increases his strength, speed and magic. Aizi also has the power to regenerate amazingly fast and will only emerge if a foe is to powerful for Shinu.

Flaming Sword: Aizi’s personal favorite attack (And currently, only). Aizi transforms some magical energy into a gray, flaming sword of a length that he chooses, and then uses it as his weapon.

Human Form: After Aizi’s power is drained, or Aizi finds himself greatly weakened, Shinu reverts to his human form. In this form, Shinu looks identical to Zorlo, and has only the power to summon Shinu’s weapon, and even that is draining to him. This form has great speed, but low attack, and almost no magical power.

Personality: Shinu, the merger of the two personalities, is a split personality, and both of which are very evil and greatly desire killing others and destroying everything in their paths. Shinu takes grief from no one, and will kill just about anyone who gets in his way. For Shinu, any who have earned his “friendship” are rare.

Dark Zorlo, Shinu’s human side, is evil, but much less so now, seeing as Zorlo’s heart has began to change him. D. Zorlo greatly desires what Zorlo has found, but at the same time, he still enjoys the fun of killing those who stand in his way. He is much faster to trust, and learned quickly a skill to tell when someone is trying to use him.

Aizi, on the other hand, is a calculating, malicious, and violent demon. Although Aizi is rarely let out to work on his own, he tends to choose the more logical way, rather then the bloody way. He quickly realized when Stacia was trying to use him. He flaunts his powers more then D. Zorlo, and doesn’t stop until a job is done.

Appearance: Shinu: His eyes always appear as though the whites of the eyes are bloodshot and the Irises’ of his eyes are a light gray. His skin tone is a medium gray that he hides his skin with his robe which has a hood to cover his head to conceal his identity. The amulet is around his neck on a golden chain and is covered by the robe. He wears a white shirt under his purple robe. The robe stretches down to about his feet and is tied at the center of it. The pants he wears under his robe are black and a simple design. He wears navy blue gloves to cover his hands. He is of medium build and is not overly muscular. Those who know Zorlo mistake him for Zorlo if they look at him from a distance.

Dark Zorlo is identical to Zorlo in every way imaginable, the only slightly destinguishing thing about him is the fact that is voice is a bit more spiteful and evil. He tends to only take this appearence when he is forced to.

Aizi: Aizi’s hair is gray flame atop his head, and is hot to the touch of any who aren’t of the dark innate. The demon’s eyes are black, except for his pupils’ which are red. Shinu’s skin becomes a much darker shade of gray, and his teeth become like daggers. In this form, his fingernails become long and dagger like as well, and his muscles increase slightly.

History: The story of Kowai Shinu begins with the story of Aizi, the demon who sought to change the balance of power between humans and demons. Aizi was born in the last age before the fall of the demons from power. Aizi was born in the Village of the Nightmares, which was a city who lived under the rule of humans during a time of demon domination lived in a city that fostered hopes of becoming a friends with their conquerers. Aizi despised human and began to study the dark arts of demons before him. He began to strike at the human overlords and the demons of his clan had to exile him before he caused to much damage to the relationship they had been trying to forge.

As an exile, Aizi traveled to find a powerful master of the dark arts to make him stronger. His travels brought him to a small island where he met an Orc Shaman called Niger Storm-shroud. The Orc taught him about how they had first gained magic from the demons and now he would teach Aizi the lost art of the sealed demon magic. After several years in training, and fully mastering the art, Aizi killed the aged Orc and returned to his home and destroyed it without much in the line of resistance. The other demons power paled in comparison to the grand power Aizi had gained over his years in training.

Aizi next attacked the city that had captured his now destroyed home. The battle lasted many months, but finally, a few members of the Wizards Guild managed a sealing spell. Aizi killed all but one wizard before he was finally sealed by the magic. The one remaining wizard took him deep into a cave and locked him away there to never see the light again. Aizi sat in the amulet to rot there for all eternity. He filled the cave with many traps and hazards to stop intruders and left one warning to any who approached it. The traps had a magical reset so that when they were tripped, should someone set them off, they would be ready for the next traveler that headed in. The warning read, “All who make it here, turn back to avoid a fate most horrid.”

One day, many long years after the battle in the lost city, a cartographer found the cave and drew a map to it and told everyone that there was treasure in it. After many failures, the village finally gave up on trying to obtain the prize, and stashed the map. Two years after that, the village was ransacked by two monstrous demons and the map was stolen as they began to hunt for the treasure. The demons were far to stupid to have any hope of finding the treasure but looked anyways.

Next is the turning point of the map to the hands of The Alliance of Tasogare. After an intense battle between the four members that would form the Alliance between each other as strangers to the final slaying of the two demons who had the map as a team. After the battle, Nikudemon and Tsukineko left the other two members, Zorlo and Celia to get the map. The two survived the treacherous traps and the dangers of the cavern and finally made it to the treasure. When Zorlo grabbed the amulet, he awakened and sought to steal combine himself with Zorlo. When Zorlo resisted, the darkness that Zorlo had created through the lust for vengeance he had given up and the other negative emotions he carried, which had formed it’s own personality as it grew, combined to form Kowai Shinu, or the Terror of Death as he christened himself. His new body would be his weapons of destruction and horror to all who stood in his way.

Shinu seeks the aid of evil, powerful others to help him crush the Alliance of Tasogare. Is bound by his desire to crush all who stand in his way. His escape signs his hopes of reviving his dreams and destroying any who stand in his way are part of that path.

Battles:
The Flaming Lance and the Terror of Death (Complete)
The Battle of Ego's (Complete)
Blood on the Oasis (Complete)
Demons Bound to Morals(Complete)
Alliance of Auras (Complete)
The Finger of Fate (Complete)
What's Left to Fight For (Complete)
A Dark God Reborn. (In Progress)

Name: Carcaroth (Last name never mentioned), Kerel (Demon form)

Age: 19

Race: Human, Demon

Sex: Male

Hair: (Human form) Black, mid-long, covering his eyes, (Demon form) Crimson spiky hair

Eyes: (Human) Light blue, cold, hazy look. (Demon) At most times, yellow and cat-like. Capable of changing color.

Weight: 138 pounds

Height: 5'9''

Weapon: (Human) A single one-handed sword, along with two long knives kept at his sides. (Demon) A double-bladed sword that can be summoned at will and broken up into two seperate blades.

Fighting style: Carcaroth makes full use of whatever weapon he has in his hand, and makes sure to utilize all parts of his body to combat his enemy. He is most fluent with his one-handed sword, with which he adapts an oftentimes defensive stance that allows him to counter very quickly against most attacks. Kerel's style, on the other hand, is much more aggressive and relies very much on strength. As such, which style Carcaroth adapts depends on how much influence Kerel carries at the time.

Strengths: Carcaroth and Kerel both excel at sword-fighting. They are both extremely dangerous with a sword in their hands, as they are fast as well as powerful. Carcaroth has sharper reflexes, while Kerel is more enduring and physically stronger. As a demon, Kerel is capable of empowering Carcaroth with his own demonic energy, which gives him more influence to the young man's mind. When in control of Carcaroth's body, Kerel can utilize a wide array of demonic abilities such as fire-related spells and transformations.

Weaknesses: Both Carcaroth and Kerel are much less efficient without a weapon in their hands. Carcaroth is not skilled with magic at all, nor is he very capable of countering it. Kerel's influence often throws him out of focus, something that results in a messier style of fighting that lacks precision and thought. Kerel is a demon, which makes him incapable of moving in the overworld without a proper mortal host. Because of Carcaroth's body, which is not optimally trained, Kerel is severly limited in how much power he can unleash. Overpowering himself while in Carcaroth's body will cause the body to self-destruct, resulting in the death of both the host and the demon.

Appearance: Carcaroth tends to wear dark, simple garbs that are not too distinguishing. Colors vary from black to grey, and otherwise dark brown. He wears a long dark cloak outside his standard clothings, which include a thin torso, a shirt underneath, pants and leather boots. His skin is very pale, and he is rather thin (although somewhat muscular). He looks tired at most times with a hazy look in his eyes, as though he is always in deep thought. Some scars cross his upper body, namely his chest, stomach and right arm. As for Kerel, he wears a dark red plate armor with large, thick shoulderpads and a long red cape to go along with it. Dark tattoos cover his body. When taking his own shape while in Carcaroth's body, he becomes much taller and broader in size, and more muscular. His face takes on much sharper features, namely his eyes and eyebrows. His jaw is also broader.

Personality: Carcaroth is silent, but respective by nature. He hates the idea of conflict normally, but under anger or frustration he becomes much more eager to fight. He is calculating; at almost any time he will take note of his surroundings and any suspicious movements nearby. He appears to be rather apathetic when it comes to talking to other beings, unless he is confused or frightened, in which he drops his cold and cool facade. He is a benevolent person. Kerel is much the opposite, oddly. He is very aggressive and easy to taunt into action. He is arrogant, giving no respect to any person unless they truly prove their worth to him, be it by rank or skill. He pays little attention to details in battle, something that works against him when he faces a cunning opponent. On the other hand, his demonic nature as well as immense experience makes him very knowledgeable about several things when it comes to combat, as well as nature itself. Being a demon, he is ruthless and does not care for anything beside himself.

Biography: Carcaroth grew up in a small harbor town with his two younger brothers and his father, who served in the army. Their mother died sometime after the last boy was born, when Carcaroth was five years old. Carca was trained to become a swordsman by his father in the following years. He began the training when he was strong enough to lift a sword, which was in an age of eleven years old. During his years of training, his father was suddenly killed, right in the open. The killer managed to escape the town, so Carcaroth, blinded by anger and hatred, left his two brothers to pursue him and get his revenge.

Carcaroth came upon an abandoned village close to a forest during his hunt for his father's killer. He decided to search it, as it seemed to be an ideal place to hide in. While entering one of the houses cautiously, he was suddenly attacked from behind by something that gave off a high-pitched screeching sound. Carcaroth, though startled and panicking, put up as much of a fight as he could. However his enemy was cunning and sneaking, and before much time had passed Carcaroth's sword was forced out of his hand. He struggled against his assailant, but he turned out to be severely outnumbered. The screeching creatures bound him up and carried him with them. As the moon cast its light upon them, Carcaroth saw that these were not entirely human. Their faces were twisted and their fingers resembled claws. They resembled animals more than humans.

The creatures dragged Carcaroth with them thr0ugh the dark forest. Some time passed - he was not sure how much - before they came to a halt. They had reached a clearing. Carcaroth could spot other creatures like the ones who had captured him watching them from between the trees, and in the middle of the clearing was a big bonfire, and before it stood a great throne. There, he was put before their chief. The chief was even nastier than its henchmen, sitting on the throne while clutching its staff. It gruntingly demanded that Carcaroth would be sacrifised to their mighty gods.

Carcaroth tried to struggle, but it was no use. The creatures heaved his tied-up body onto a large stone table, and the time for his sacrifise was drawing near. It was then that Carcaroth heard a voice in his head, like a whisper that had been there for a long time without him noticing it.

I can help you.

He did not know who it was, but he was too frightened to think over it twice. He asked:

Who are you?

I am a friend. I can help you. All you have to do, is to agree to what I say.

Carcaroth knew already then that there was something wrong about this new "ally". But his will to live was stronger than his suspicion.

Alright, alright. What do you want?

You must share your body with me. Let me use you as a host.

Carcaroth wanted to deny, but the executioner then lifted his axe. Panic filled his head and clouded his judgement. In his desperation, he saw only one option.

Alright! Fine! Just get me outta here!

Carcaroth was suddenly unable to move. Someone - something - had taken over his body and was in full command of every limb. It wasn't even his body any longer.

A demon - large and terrifying - was now the one lying at the stone-table. He ripped the ropes away, laughing in a most evil way. He grabbed the axe from the shocked executioner, and used it to plow through the crowd of raging monsters that assaulted him. Carcaroth could merely watch from his own eyes as his hands killed monster after monster, as a terrifying laughter escaped his mouth. As he walked towards the chieftain who had ordered his sacrification, he could see the fear in his eyes.

What have I done? Carcaroth thought.

Name: Inara

Age: Unknown, but appears between 15-18

Race: Half-human/half-fairy

Sex: Female

Hair: Red hair, almost orange in color. It is shoulder length; layered with thick curls.

Eyes: Deep forest green.

Weight: 112 lbs; slender.

Height: 5'7"

Weapon: Two: a whip-like weapon that stuns on contact, and a simple dagger.

Strengths: Inara possesses a natural leadership and a logical approach to obstacles that cross her path. She never acts on first notion, but tends to think her actions through and find their advantages and consequences. She has beatiful features and tends to attract men, and she uses this to her advantage for sly schemes and tricks.

Weakness: Her logic is a disadvantage to her. Because she has to think out all of her actions, she sometimes pauses midbattle to strategize, becoming an open target for an attack. Her lack of a suitable armor leaves her open for wounds, although most of which she is able to heal. She also tends to be senstive to critisicm or being ignored, due to a troubled past. If her emotions become strong, some of her untrained magic may come out, causing her to do things she doesn't mean to. This is mainly inflicted upon those around her at the time.

Skills/Magic: She has healing magic, due to her fairy heritage. She can heal decent sized wounds and cuts, but nothing too dramatic. She also has the ability to put creatures to a sort of dream-like daze for short times (around ten minutes or so) in which they are not fully aware of what is occurring in the world around them.

Appearance: She is tall and slender, and would be described as an attractive woman. She wears a short skirt, a green-like tan in color. Her top is large enough to cover her chest and upper abdomen, and appears to be made out of leaves, though underneath the wears small armor made of oak wood. On her feet are leather boots, rising up her shin to right beneath her knee. She has a necklace an orange-colored stone in it, which is one of her most valued posessions.

Personality: Inara is a secretive person, keeping her thoughts and opinions to herself. She appears to be shy and fragile, though she is a decent fighter. Being very curious, she often wonders why things happen or what caused them to happen. Because of this, she possesses wisdom beyond her years. She tends to be awkward around others until she knows them fairly well, in which case she will open up slightly but still be very closed about her true feelings.

Biography: Inara was born into a royal fairy family, but was part human. The reason for this was unknown, since she came from the pure-blood royals. However, her parents were ashamed of her human half, and cruelly forced her to leave their castle. At the time, she was only an infant. A young woman claimed the Inara and took her in as her own in a nearby village. The woman was full-human, and was often confused about Inara's fairy magic. Because of this, Inara has many abilities she may never learn to use to her advantage.

Once Inara had become mature enough, the woman told her of her past and her fairy heritage. Inara had always adored fairies, and this pleased her beyond anything. The woman tried to warn Inara of her cruel parents, but Inara ignored her and set of the her home to meet the fairies that had brought her into this world.

When Inara reached the town, she was not recognized by the people. They paid her no mind while she made her way to the castle. When she approached the guard, she told him that she was the daughter of the king and queen, and watched him laugh in her face.

"Do you really think I'll believe that? Besides, even if your claim is true, the daughter that they had before was abandoned. Do you happen to be half-human?"

She flinched, but replied steadily, "Yes, yes I am. And I am Inara, daughter of these royalties. Your story is unkind and matches that of my friend, but I must meet my parents. Whether they accept me or not is for me to find out."

"Fine, but I will escort you closely for the safety of our rulers."

With that, Inara was lead through the large oak doors the protected the throne room of the king and queen. The guard stood between Inara and her parents, and spoke to them as if she wasn't in existence.

"Their is a child, she says that she is your daughter."

The king stood up and stared into his daughters eager face. It was not a fatherly gaze, but a sturdy stare of a ruler.

"Is there something I may help you with, Inara? Did you come with a complaint about a lack of food, or is there some filthy creature eating your crops. We've been having that problem lately. Well, hurry up now, let's hear it! I don't have all day, I am a busy king."

With that Inara looked into the eyes of her father and felt no love in any form. She wasn't the kind to hate, but this feeling that was rising up inside of her was a mixture of unsure hatred and pure sorrow. Her own father treated her as if she was a lowly peasant he had never met in his life. If he hadn't of addressed her by her name, she would have thought that he didn't know her. She looked over to her mother, who was gazing dreamily at a place on the wall to the left of Inara, and appeared bored and maybe a bit sleepy.

She could not find it in her to respond to the king, who she refused to believe was her father. She slowly backed away, and then turned in a full run and left the castle. She didn't stop by the woman's house, she just kept running until she collapsed into a heap of tears in front of a tree. She rose, got a hold of herself, and slowly walked to her more recent, welcoming, home.

As she entered, the woman spoke to her softly, "I'm truly sorry, dear. I tried-"

Inara stared in disbelief as she realized what she had just done. She looked over to where the woman previously stood, and gazed straight into the eyes of a wolf-like creature.

"Hatred," she muttered. "This is what hatred is like. It makes one do things they don't mean, and will regret. I'm sorry, m'am, that you are this creature. It...slipped."

With that she grabbed a few things that she would need, a small food supply, some clothing, and her whip and daggers. From now on, she only had one goal: to find out how people could be so cruel, could hate like that. She then set off on her own, with nothing but anger and sorrow whirling inside of her.

Name: Aristaos

Age: 57

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Shoulder length dark brown hair, slightly wavy, beginning to grey.

Eyes: Emerald green eyes, piercing stare.

Weight: 12st, 5lb.

Height: 6’2”

Weapon(s)/Armour: Pair of bronze-tipped spears. Short, double-edged sword engraved with insignia of Lakedaimon and divine characters, bronze. Large, round hide and bronze shield depicting the city of Lakedaimon. Bronze breastplate with insignia of Lakedaimon engraved. Bronze greaves. Ancient Greek-style helmet with blue plume, bronze. Chariot with bronze fittings, blue decoration and Lakedaimonian insignia, drawn by two black stallions. All of Aristaos’ weapons, armour and equipment were a gift from the God Hephaistos, who forged them in his smithy below mount Etna. Hermes presented them to Aristaos’ father Assarakos, after he showed great loyalty to the God by defending his temple in Lakedaimon during an early raid by the Eastern Horde. He then gave them to his son Aristaos to protect him, shortly before their escape from Lakedaimon (see biography). As such the Armour possesses a divine strength, which makes it extremely hard to penetrate with any regular weapons. His weapons are likewise strengthened and can pierce a large range of materials. The surface of all the equipment is impossible to scratch or blemish. Blood quickly runs off the divine weapons.

Strengths: Being a Lakedaimonian, Aristaos possesses great physical strength due to his upbringing. His senses and mind are incredibly sharp, as he, like all Lakedaimonians, has been conditioned to always be on guard and extremely wary. As an extremely pious people, the Lakedaimonians have great favour from the Gods, and as such are often granted protection or strength by them.

Weaknesses: Since the fall of Lakedaimon, Aristaos has become more bitter and disheartened, due to the loss of his family and home. He will do anything to find and be re-united with his son, and would die for him. Thus he is likely to act irrationally in matters concerning his son. He also harbours endless hatred for the Eastern Horde, the ones that destroyed his home, family and life. He is susceptible to mindless rage when dealing with or fighting the Horde.
Apart from calling upon the Gods, Aristaos has almost zero magic power other than his divine equipment.

Skills/Magic: As mentioned, Aristaos possesses no magical attacks. His armour has a certain resistance to magical attacks due to its divine quality. However, due to his and his father’s favour with the Gods, especially Hephaistos, Aristaos can pray to the Gods for strength, protection, direction in his wanderings etc. Through sacrificial rituals he can become increasingly stronger. His prayers are not guaranteed to be granted, but can afford him great abilities if they are. He is also visited in dreams by dead comrades and family, who can tell him of happenings yet to pass.

Appearance: Although he is old in years, Aristaos retains his youthful vigour and looks. His skin is rough, that of a travelling man, and his features are sharp and defined. His shoulder-length hair is beginning to grey, and show signs of his true age, perhaps a sign of weariness. He wears a black tunic, worn but sturdy, and a simple black belt, fastened with the insignia of Lakedaimon on the buckle. His feet are bound with leather straps, in the fashion of boots, and his forearms are also bound with straps. He often wears a long cloak, in the black of his tunic with a large hood, to disguise his appearance. In battle he wears the armour give him by his father, forged by Hephaistos. His skin shows many battle scars. His piercing green-eyed stare inspires fear in his enemies and can, in times of great rage, hold them in a trance-like state when they first behold his face.

Personality: As was the way of the Lakedaimonians, Aristaos prided himself in being an equal of all in Lakedaimon. He still believes in the equality of people, a shared humanity, but despises the Eastern Horde. He loved his family, and still yearns for them in his heart. He is greatly wearied by his travels, and the only driving force left in him is the thought of finding his son, and returning to Helenos’ new colony to be with the only kinsmen he has left. He does not fear death, and these days he almost subconsciously yearns for the rest he would get in dying, and being reunited with his father among the dead. He is friendly to all people of the west, and tries to help others where he can, not to mention rousing them to fight the Eastern Horde that destroyed his homeland. He, however, still retains his wariness of the world and of people’s intentions. He is a good judge of character, and knows when others share his values and purposes. He prefers to be companionless while on his travels so as to stay focused on his task, although he would admit that it causes great loneliness. He is an extremely pious man, and never forgets to show the Gods and the dead their due respect. He no longer desires battle, unless he is faced by any of the Horde, at which time he is taken by a rage and fury so great he finds himself shaking and crying, covered in his enemies blood, almost not able to remember what has just passed. He then burns and buries the bodies of the dead, and sacrifices in thanks to the Gods.

Biography: Once an inhabitant and citizen of the city-state Lakedaimon, Aristaos was one of its greatest warriors, and sat in the council of Archons from a unprecedentedly youthful age. Lakedaimon was a brutal state, training its warriors from childhood and forcing them to endure great hardships. This meant that the armies of Lakedaimon were not as large as others, but their warriors were more fearless and toughened, as well as being skilled fighters. Despite the tough regimes, Lakedaimonians prided themselves on being equals under the law, and all citizens sat in the assembly as equals.
Lakedaimon and the city-state Attica were the most powerful, and arbitrated over the land of Archaius, but this land was invaded by huge Eastern Hordes and overrun. The battles were fierce, and the Archaians fought well, the Atticans and Lakedaimonians foremost among them. But it was not enough. Overwhelmed, those few left fled west, Aristaos among them. The survivors mostly hid among the forests of the west, or hid in small towns and villages, starting new lives. There was one, however, who began a new Attica far to the west, out of sight of the Eastern Tribes. He was a kinsman of Aristaos, an Attican. When Aristaos heard whispers that Helenos was alive and had started a new colony, a new Attica in which to continue the long-held wisdom of the Atticans, he journeyed there and was minded to settle, but he had been separated from his family, his father and son, mother and wife, as the outcasts fled form the battles of Archaius. He had already made it his life’s purpose to find and be re-united with his son, and the rest of his family, if they still lived.
Therefore he began his travels among the lands of the west in search of his son, and made it his business to battle any Easterners he met and rouse the people of the west against them. Many warriors sought him out in those days, as he was the only known living Lakedaimonian, and the fame of their great strength lingered even as memory of their people faded, and their history was lost.

Name: Reshan Erdric

Alias (Gypsy Name): Kestrel

Age: 20

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Sleek, raven-black hair, combed back to the base of his neck.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 178 lbs

Height: 5’ 10’’

Weapons: Kestrel treasures his three instruments—fiddle, mandolin, and harp—above his own life, for they are his livelihood, love and joy, and weapons. He coaxes magic as well as music from them, running the whole magical gambit and ranging from powerful attacks to summoning spirits to healing. The bow for his fiddle holds a powerful enchantment, protecting it against all weapons as if it were made of steel, therefore allowing him to parry and defend against attacks while playing. Each instrument has it’s own name, dubbed lovingly by Kestrel. The fiddle as Nightingale, the harp as Heart Light, and the mandolin as Rose.

Aside from his instruments, Kestrel has a short sword, a highly decorated gold and silver dagger, and a plainer, less conspicuous dagger. Additionally, he has a hidden sheath under both sleeves, each holding three throwing knives.

Armor: Shin guards

Strengths: Few can match the dexterity, speed, and agility of Kestrel, nor his coordination. He rarely misses a target, and can play fiercely and accurately even in the midst of battle. While his strength does not match a demon’s, or even a muscle-bound warrior’s, he can overpower most. His stealth, on the other hand, is superb. He can move incredibly quietly when he wishes, and if there’s a pocket or lock he can’t pick, he hasn’t found it yet.

Weaknesses: Kestrel’s obvious lack of armor leaves him painfully vulnerable to injury. While adept well enough at hand-to-hand combat, it is rather difficult for him to do so while playing, leaving him somewhat vulnerable unless he abandons his music and spells to take up a blade.

Skills/Magic: None move as swiftly and silently as Kestrel, nor can they match his skill with a lock or pocket. He’s never encountered a purse he couldn’t lift, or a lock that prevented his passing. His skill with a short sword and knife is impressive, and his fighting could easily be appreciated as a performance, all of his attacks fanciful, swift, and overwhelming. Yet his true abilities lie in music and magic. His playing is among the best, and the magic that accompanies it doesn’t hurt matters. He can use his magic for a great deal, including attacking, defending, influencing people, healing, summoning, and more. Most of the time, it manifests itself in the form of some spirit, carrying out the task played of it. He can, of course, perform magic without his instruments, but the effect is considerably less.

Being a Gypsy has its perks. Kestrel was trained from a young age in a great many areas: horseback riding, thieving, music, magic, fighting, and more. He is more-or-less adequately adept at each. More than that, his Gypsy family offers him a certain level of aid and protection. He can easily seek them out and seek shelter or aid with them. Gypsies have a certain “closeness of kin” that others don’t, and it certainly comes in handy. Kestrel can, of course, speak the secret Gypsy language.

Appearance: Kestrel’s body is lean and features whipcord muscles, yet his clothing hides it, making him look slightly more vulnerable then he really is. He wears a loose, cream-colored tunic, festooned with a myriad of bright and colorful ribbons, scarves, and bells. The bells are attacked to specific pieces of cloth, and are quickly and easily removed and stuffed away when Kestrel wishes to move around a bit quieter. The ends of both sleeves are bound semi-tight, leaving just enough room for knives to slip into his hands from the hidden sheaths around his forearms. He wears a bright blue vest over his shirt, and black breeches. A bright red sash is tied jauntily around his waist, with his short sword stuck through it on his left hip and his decorated dagger on his left. Unseen for the most part, is his plainer dagger, stuck under the sash at his back, leaving only the barest inch of the hilt exposed. Several large bells are attached to the end of the sash, but rather than sewed to it, they are clamped on, allowing them quick and easy removal. A set of thieving tools is tucked safely away under his shirt, along with several handfuls of ribbons, bells, and scarves.

His black boots are made of soft leather, and a scarf adorned with bells is tied around the top of each boot (these too are quickly and easily removed). Despite the perfectly good use of both eyes, Kestrel wears a black eye patch, often moving it from eye to eye. His sleek black hair is combed back towards the base of his neck, with a bright red hat sitting atop it. A blue band circles the hat, with a large brown rooster feather stuck in it. A small, golden earring adorns his left ear. Kestrel’s fiddle usually resides within a black leather traveling case, slung across his back. His mandolin is strapped beside it, lying side-by-side with the fiddle. His harp sits protected in a case of it’s own, and is strapped to his waist, next to his right hip.

Kestrel possesses a second set of clothing, the use of which is apparent upon first sight. His thieving outfit is pure black through and through, and is in the form of a tight shirt, and padded vest over that, with a pair of tight pants and velvet gloves. Each article of clothing is covered with pockets, both inside and out, hidden and obvious. Instead of his usual hat, Kestrel dons a black bandana.

Personality: Kestrel is every you would expect from a Gypsy and a rogue, and more. Smooth, charming, and with a glib tongue like a dagger, everyone who meets Kestrel—whether they love or hate him—can’t deny his irresistible character. He has little respect for the laws of man, and does exactly as he pleases. While he’s generally a pretty nice fellow, his apparent “lack of ethics” and Gypsy reputation may make others view him as a bit distasteful. Of course, his “lack of ethics” is nothing but presumptuous prejudices, and maybe a bit of personal views (Kestrel is a notorious womanizer). He is caring of others, and considers his actions very carefully. He has a very high sense of honor, and will never directly lie to people he respects, break a promise, or go back on his word. He kills only when necessary, and steals only from those whom he thinks could do without. This, of course, usually means those of noble or rich heritage, and his consequential actions tend to make him rather disliked by said party. Moreover, he is extremely mischievous, and never losses an opportunity to pull a prank or tease someone.

Biography: Reshan Erdric was born from a Gypsy couple, into a wandering Gypsy caravan. He grew up with a normal gypsy life; well loved by his parents and “extended family”, training in the thieving arts, riding, music, fighting, magic, and more. He was well suited to the Gypsy ways; being as charming as the day was long, full of wit and cleverness, and quick to pull off a feat of dexterity or show of some kind. Gypsies don’t like outsiders to know their true names, so they take on a common name that anyone can use. It usually reflects on that person’s craft or profession. Musicians such as Kestrel often take on bird names—like Kestrel. Reshan’s skills and love rested in music more than anything else, so he took on the alias he is now known by.

Kestrel left the caravan when he was 15 (Gypsy children tend to grow up rather quickly), seeking to make his way as a musician on his own. As is to be expected, the first years were rather tough. However, his skills and talent got him through it, eventually earning him widespread fame and prestige. In addition to mastering a myriad of songs, Kestrel composed his own music. In just a few short years, he wrote and popularized more than a hundred pieces. Soon, Lords sought him after for his musical prowess. But caged birds cannot sing, wild Gypsy birds more than any other. Kestrel thoroughly refused a permanent position of any kind, and began to roam more distant lands.

During his travels, Kestrel made a great deal of friends, helping them with favors, or vice-versa. Several of his closest friends are Lhaeo, a High Priest for the God of Elements, Vanyel Black, a vampire, Tay, a half Drow-half vampire, Elric, a bounty hunter, Skif, a Minish earth elementalist, Altra, an alchemist, Koganei, a samurai, Darril, a fire Dragoon, and Kashet, who is . . . well . . .

Kestrel greatly enjoys his time will all of them, and frequently joins them on their adventures, often turning them into songs.

Theme Song:

Character Stats:
Player: Hyrulian Hero
Character: Kestrel
Innate Element: N/A
Overall Rating: VI
Strength: VI
Defense: II
Elemental: VI
Speed: X
Skill: X

Taen's profile has elements from TP, (no spoilers) but there are no three goddesses, Triforce, Ganon, Midna, Hero, Link, Princess Zelda, or Master Sword. I liked the Twilight and wanted to use it in one of my chars.

Name: Taen (Tay-Ehn) Rashida
Age: 19
Race: Elf
Sex: Male
Hair: Long blond hair. Bangs cover the eyes. Back runs an inch or so beyond the neck.
Eyes: Gold
Weight: 140 lb.
Height: A little over six feet
Weapon: A steel longsword with a copper handle, the blade part painted black.
Armor: None
Strengths: Taen is very swift and deadly with his blows when he needs to be. He doesn’t hold back and can block most attacks.
Weakness: Taen is fast with attacks, but slow in actual movement. So, he can’t parry or dodge too well. He can also be knocked down pretty easily, allowing for the enemy to unleash a number of attacks.

Due to his flawed training in swords, he tends to aim more so for the opponent’s weapon rather than at a weak point.
Skills/Magic: Taen has training in the use of swords. His strikes are swift and deadly if needed.
Personality: Taen is a pretty easy-going guy. He’s real positive and makes jokes about things all the time. He’s very persistent in the heat of battle and doesn’t give up easily. He studies his foe to understand his or her strength and weaknesses. He never underestimates his enemy and will flee if needed.

Despite his humorous nature, Taen can be very serious. He doesn’t let anyone influence a choice he makes and will boldly do as he feels.

Taen is also very flirtatious. When he sees a girl, he goes after her with everything. Like in battle, he won’t give up on a girl very easily. Unless a more interesting girl comes along.
Appearance:

History:
Taen’s story begins with his parents, when the Twili attacked the castle of Hyrule. His father, Terrin, told his mother, Selene, to run while he stayed and protected his country. She fled with on of her personal guards.

Weeks passed. She found out that she was pregnant one evening. She knew that she’d have to find a home if she ever wanted to raise a child. So, she went to a small village. It wouldn’t be her permanent home, but she would be able to give birth in an actual home, with someone to help her. She kept a diary and wrote in it almost every day.

It didn’t go as she planned.

Another tribe attacked and destroyed the village. Her guard was killed along with them. She hid herself and came out when it was safe.

There was no one out. Everyone was dead.

She started out again the next morning, feeling desolate and alone. She came to a great city that was five miles from one side to the other.

They accepted her at first. She learned about them and their God, who promised redemption for people’s sins and salvation for eternity. They seemed nice at first. They made her feel… happy. But when they found out she was pregnant, and saw that there was no father, they accused her of adultery and called her a whore. She tried to explain, but they wouldn’t listen.

She called them arrogant and bigoted. Thus, the pope sentenced her to be beheaded. But the people of the city knew they wouldn’t kill her still being pregnant. So, they waited until she gave birth, gave her one week with her baby, and then they would sentence her.

The last night was over before it even began. She had named him Taen, meaning trust in her language. She shed a tear, and kissed his forehead. That was the last time Taen would see his mother, and he wouldn’t even be able to remember it.

Taen was given to a family of nobles, who hoped they could raise him so he could atone for his mother’s ‘sin’. They replaced his last name with a false name, which he has forgotten.

Years passed. He was taught fighting from when he was 12. He noticed a flaw in their fighting. All the duels looked as if they were aiming for each other’s sword, rather than looking for any specific weak point.

When he was 16, the pope chose him to be the next leader of the city’s church. But he didn’t agree with their teachings. He didn’t like that they were judgmental, that anyone who didn’t believe was sentenced to hell and that forgiveness was so limited. He learned about their Law, which told the people living there how to live out ever aspect of their life. The food they ate, the clothes they wore, and the jobs they worked. He hated how sex was seen only for reproduction and could not be a form of pleasure, and how they believed that were the only race that could be saved. (They didn’t know he or his mom were an elf)

He didn’t like it. For the three years he was under the pope’s tutelage, he learned more and more about their religion, which he grew to hate more and more. On the day of his induction, he went into the pope’s study, took the books of law, and set them aflame. The church officials came in, seeing him laughing in front of the smoke and fire.

They bound and chained him and threw him into a cell. When he stood trail, they spoke of his mother, saying how she was wicked. Taen shook his head in disgust, and cursed their names.

He was to be sentenced to death for this.

As he stood out there, in the crowd, ready to be beheaded, he yelled out, loud enough for everyone to hear “This is what you call love?”

They set his head onto the stone. The blade raised.

Silence.

He looked up and around. The people were grabbing their skulls and running around, screaming. A voice spoke to him.

“Run…”

He escaped the city and went out to the wall, the outermost part of the city. There he walked around, and he found a box wrapped in paper. In the box was a diary. It was his mother’s. Inside of it, he learned the truth. Most of the early entries were in a language he did not understand. But the last three he understood.

His mother had escaped as he had, and left this diary as a memento, hoping that he would find it. She explained how he was from the land of Hyrule, and he was an elf. How she had to run away and was trailed for a crime she had been wrongfully accused of: being pregnant without a father.

He found his true name in there as well: Taen Rashida. He was to be the next dragon summoner, and would seek out their spirits.

He took the book with him, sealed it in a bag. He traveled for days and came to a town, where he bought himself a decent sword. Now he travels the land, searching for the dragons, if only for to find a true thing to believe in, and to do what he was born to do. Though he had nowhere to start…



Battles/RPs
Stolen Kiss (on hiatus)
Cascade (on hiatus)
Clash of Books and Swords (dropped)
How to Find Your Way (active)
Bleeding Black (active)
Distant Sun (active)

Name: Talon
Age: 23
Race: Half-elf (shapeshifter)
Sex: Male
Hair: Dark brown, kinda long
Eyes: Sea Blue
Weight: 185 lbs
Height: 6 ft 0 inches

SKETCH and a ZOOM UP

Weapon: A spear. No more no less, however Talon is a master at battling with spears. It has a more personal meaning for Talon. It belonged to his father, so keeping it constantly reminds him of his family.

Armor: Brown leather pants, vest, gloves, and boots. Very basic. The gloves are fingerless and the vest is open.

Pet: A large grey wolf. Daru. He is the king of wolves, and will do anything for Talon, as Talon would for him. However Talon does not see him as a pet. To him all animals are free. Daru is simply his best freind, who swore to follow him for life.

Strengths: Talon is very fast, strong, and smart. He would be what we call a perfect athlete. He has many animal traites that benifit him. Such as being able to pick up sents, or seeing perfectly in any condition. Also his hearing is way above normal. He has learned the way of the animal to an art. He is very acrobatic.

Weakness: Any pollution. Such as swimming in tainted water or breathing in smokey air. This will weakin him greatly and it is possible he may die if subjected to too much pollution. Also his love for nature and life can be seen as a weakness. If used against him who knows what could happen.

Skills/Magic: Talon is able to shapeshift into 3 different animals. Now when he is in one form, he must go back to half elf form before shifting to another. Also in polluted areas he cannot shift. And if he is already in a form then he will automatically be shifted back to half elf. Lastly when he shifts, things such as his spear, clothing, and bags, shift with him, and when he returns they also are still with him. Talon also knows the animal tongue. So yes, he can talk with animals. Finally, he is able to control 3 certain elements wind, water, and earth. He is able to manipulate them as he pleases. The bigger the manipulation the more it drains his energy. For ex. If he made a wall of rock come up from the ground, that would leave him unable to shapeshift for awhile. So normally he uses it very calmly and not so crazy.

1) form of the DOLPHIN: He becomes a dolphin
2) form of the TIGER: He becomes a larger than average tiger
3) form of the HAWK: He becomes a Larger than average hawk

Appearance: (half elf form of course) Talon is very attractive. He has long brown hair that goes over his ears. His banges go over his eyes so he pushes them aside. His body is in perfect conditon, and he always has a perfect tan. He is always clean shaved. At first glance he is just a normal forest half elf. He wears nothing under his leather armor, so when looking at him he has bear arms and stomach. Also you can see his chest, because the vest is not a closed vest. This way he feels more in touch with nature.
(dolphin form)- An average bottle-nosed dolphin, beautiful, fast, strong, and always looking happy. When he flips out of the water his skin shimmers in the sunlight. So beautiful.
(tiger form)- A beast of a tiger really. Picture two or three molded together, thats how big he is. Also he is that much stronger and faster. The stripes are orange and black, that of your average bengal tiger. With eyes that can curl your spine. For most of Talon's enemies thoes eyes are the last things they seen.
(hawk form)- He is a hawk, but at first glance you may think you've seen a giant eagle. Its huge. Very fast, with talons that can cut through metal. His feathers are very dark brown, and when looking in his eyes you can see great wisdom and strength.

Personality: He is very mysterious. He does not understand people and why they do the things they do. He is more connected with nature and animals. I guess for this reason you can say he is kind of shelterd from the "real" world. Although, he still holds conversation with normal people, and most find him charming. He just prefers talking with animals.

Biography: Until Talon was 6 years old he lived in a small village in the woods of humans, elves, and half elves. The whole village was very in touch with nature, and performed nature rituals often. All was good, until around 5 years old the men from the north started cutting down trees of their forest. And eventually the men started moving into the village. As if they werent vile enough, they brought sickness with them. Sicknesses that the village has never seen and didnt know how to heal. Many died, and a year later when Talon was 6 his village and the men started war! Poor little Talon was left alone after a small raid group stormed his house and killed his mom, dad, and two sisters. They would have killed him too, but they didnt think about checking the barn. Little Talon ran into the barn to protect the animals with his father's spear. He didnt even go back into the house, because he knew what happened. He seen it happen to his freinds and family already. He simply took his dad's spear and some supplies from the barn and headed west away from the battles. He learned to live in the wild. He learned to find food such as nuts and berries. And he started making new freinds,...animal freinds. By the age of 12 he has learned to live a perfectly normal life in the outdoors, and he still hadnt spoken to any human since that night. Then, on the night before his 13th birthday the strangest thing happened. He was climbing the side of a mountain when he seen something bright green falling from the sky. It was heading right at him! He stopped looking and made an attemped to get out of there, but it was too late. The green object struck him right in the chest and knocked him form the mountain side. When he finally awoke it was the next day, and he was 13. He wondered at first, if it was just a dream. But during the next several years he slowly learned how to shapeshift into three forms. The first was a dolphin. At the age of 14 he was swimming in a little cove just for fun, looking for treasure. And during one dive he went so deep thinking he saw something he forgot he still had to go up! Half way up he realized he wasnt gonna make it and he started kicking like crazy! Then all the sudden he did a huge flip out of the water and then back in again.....HE WAS A DOLPHIN! When he went to get on the land he turned back into a human. Talon had no idea how to explain such a thing, and he didnt care, he loved it! During the next couple of years he found that he could understand what the animals were saying, and better yet, they could understand him! Around 16-18 years of age, he was trying to shift into something else, because he perfected the dolphin form. He tried all the animals he could think of but nothing worked. Then he thought, "well when I first did the dolphin form I was swimming furiously. Soo...if I do other stuff furiously,...then...." With that he began to run. He ran fast and as hard as he could. Finally he could go no fatser, and he was thinking "I NEED TO GO FASTER!!!" Then just like that, he had the form of the tiger. After perfecting that form for about a year he discovered the form of the hawk by yes,....jumping off a mountain side. Lets just say he is lucky he had that form. Over the years he has been practicing his forms and the spear. At 20 until now, he has learned to control three elements, earth, wind, and water. He is now 23 and a perfect shapeshifter.

Bio (on how Talon met Daru) : At the age of 20 and a half Talon learned how to shift easily to his forms. Also he has learned to manipulate water. One day he was walking through a great valley inbetween two of the largest mountains he has ever seen when a loan wolf lie in the field wounded. Talon ran up to the wolf and tried to mend the wounds, but it was too late. He asked the wolf who he was and what had happened. It turns out that his name was Daru II and he was the prince of all wolves! He had been attacked by a group of hunters from the north. The evil men from the north are the ones who destroyed everything Talon had soo many years ago. The prince died in his arms and when he looked up a group of five hunters were heading towards him. They told him to get away from the wolf and that it was "there kill". Thats all Talon needed to hear......The next thing that happened was the most bloody and savage event in Talon's life. A spear, seemingly out of nowhere pierced the first man's neck and went threw to face of another. Two men dropped dead. When another looked up he almost didn't have time to scream before a great tiger tore his head from his body. Another, dead. It was only a matter of seconds before the tiger was on another. When Talon looked up he seen the leader or their hunting group making a run for it. Back in half elf form he picked up his spear, closed his eyes feeling the wind on his face, then threw it as hard as he could. When he opened his eyes he could see a man in the distance falling to the gound with a long spear sticking from his back. After that he brought the corpse of the prince to the king of wolves Daru, who he has met once or twice before. After explaining what happened and learning that thoes hunters have all ready killed the rest of the king's family Talon dropped to his knees and swore to protect all animals until the day he dies. The king, who was also very sad and enraged, swore to follow and protect Daru as long as he lived as well. Up till now, their freindship kept growing, and it keeps growing today.
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Name: Gorin Kaja (He uses the last name Kaja to spite Dante)
Age: His current body is less than a year old, but his mind is about twenty.
Race: Imperfect God of Wrath
Gender: Male

Height: 6ft in normal and finesse forms, 7ft in brute form.
Weight: 175lbs in normal and finesse forms, 390 in brute form.

Weapons: Similar to his counterpart Dante, Gorin can generate weapons out of thin air. His preferred weapons are large and powerful ones, such as axes and machetes.

Armor: He thinks that immortality is the only armor he’ll ever need.

~Appearance~

Gorin’s appearance varies depending on which form he is currently in, so they’ll each be listed off here.

- Normal Form: Gorin’s black hair is short, spiked lightly along the crown of his head, and has crimson highlights. Circling his sea-blue eyes are various crimson tattoos, the majority of which are the same design as the runic symbols used during the ritual to place him in his new body.

Those same tattoos can be found at seemingly random areas of his body, including a rather large eye tattoo on the back of his hand and red upside-down triangles just below his ears. These tattoos glow when he’s preparing to use an ability he copied via Mindscan.

The last notable physical feature of Gorin's are his sharklike teeth.

Gorin’s wardrobe varies depending on whether he knows there’s going to be a fight or not. If he isn’t expecting a fight, he wears a red dress shirt and black jacket with matching pants and shoes. If he’s expecting a fight, he’ll wear tight fitting leather pants and no shirt.

- Finesse Form: For the most part Gorin looks the same, with the only exceptions being completely black eyes and white hair.

- Brute Form: This form is drastically different from either of the God of Wrath’s other forms. The first thing one would notice is the great increase in size. This size increase isn’t an even one, however. His torso and head remain the same size, but his arms and legs stretch out to incredible lengths and gain considerable muscle mass.

In this form his skin turns red, and his tattoos black. His hair turns pure black, and his muscled arms and legs grow claws.

~Personality~

Gorin is very confrontational, but is smart enough to know when to shut up. He’ll loudly announce his presence if he feels that he’s being ignored which, coupled with his loose cannon demeanor, is one of the main reasons that he’s nigh-friendless.

He doesn’t bother to socialize with those that he feels are below him, going as far as ignoring such things as rape and murder if the ones involved are ‘mudstains’. As mentioned, ‘mudstain’ is a term Gorin uses for people he doesn’t respect.

Gorin does almost everything on impulse. He lives for the moment, and doesn’t give a hoot about tomorrow. This philosophy has lead to some of his more unsavory acts, such as rape and mutilation. He doesn’t see those acts as wrong, as he feels that his godhood entitles him to do whatever he pleases.

Obviously, he cares little about others. In his eyes there’s only one thing in the world that matters: Gorin Kaja. Everybody else is disposable. If you don’t serve a purpose for him, he doesn’t care about you. If you do serve a purpose for him, you’re replaceable. Exceptions to this are very, very rare.

If Gorin’s tired or has a lot on his mind, he’ll behave in a more quiet and withdrawn manner. He rarely shows this side of himself, so one should be thankful if he’s like this. Other times he is, as stated earlier, a loudmouthed, sadistic S-O-B with an oversized ego.

Underneath all of this however, is a cold and methodical thinker. He prefers to think things over before doing anything that he feels could adversely affect him in the long run. Sadly, there aren’t many things that he actually thinks could affect him for very long, thus why he so willingly and carelessly does the things he does.

~Transformations~

(This section is separated from the abilities section because his abilities depend on which form he’s in)

Finesse Form - Gorin’s finesse form is used when accuracy and long ranged attacks are required. His speed, accuracy, and magical abilities are all vastly increased. At the same time, his strength and durability are decreased.

Brute Form - The brute form is used for pure power. He becomes nigh-incapable of magical attacks, but his strength and durability are drastically raised. Unfortunately, his speed takes a turn for the worse when in this form.

~Abilities~

Dark Eye - An ability that’s virtually useless to Gorin, Dark Eye allows him to telepathically contact people he’s been in prolonged contact with. Due to the relative newness of his body however, the only person he can use Dark Eye with is Dante.

Mindscan - The only ability carried over from the original Gorin, it is arguably the most powerful ability in his arsenal. It allows him to read his opponent’s recent thoughts, as well as see seemingly random tidbits of their past. (Usually recent events that have had profound effects on whoever Gorin is using the Mindscan on)

To make this ability all the more useful, it allows him to temporarily use an ability of his opponent’s. Aside from being a slightly watered down version of the copied ability, it’s almost identical to the original. Fortunately for his opponents, Gorin can only use this ability three times a day.

This ability can only be used when he’s in his normal form.

Jerogniew’s Spear - An ability only accessible while in his finesse form. After activating the ability, three red spears appear and float above his head. Aside from menacingly pointing at his opponents, they don’t do anything until he gives the mental command to either stab his opponents or block their attacks.

The spears disappear after striking any target, but can be replenished as many times as needed.

Gniew’s Rain - Just as Jerogniew’s Spear can only be used while in finesse form, Gorin can only use Gniew’s Rain while in his brute form. Gorin generates several dozen spheres of raw power and launches them into the air. Said red spheres then rain upon the ground, causing massive damage to anything that is hit.

This ability, due to its power, requires Gorin to wait several minutes between uses.

Ashoka - Ashoka is his only mind-effecting ability, but a powerful one nonetheless. It’s affects aren’t noticeable at first, becoming apparent later on. Ashoka lowers his opponent’s inhibitions, making them reckless and impulsive until the effects wear off.

Ashoka cannot be used while Gorin is in his brute form, and the effects are stronger if he uses it while in finesse form.

Asher’s Hunt - One of Gorin’s Asher abilities. This one creates a semi-sentient, acidic blob. The blob can meld into its surroundings for stealth purposes, and relentlessly hunts its target. Asher’s speed and how quickly it burns through things depends on its target’s most recent actions. The more sins the target has recently committed, the deadlier Asher is.

Asher’s Bane - The other, optional part of Asher’s Hunt. This is primarily used if Asher is unable to catch its target. Asher’s Bane is a mental message that Gorin sends to Asher, causing the blob to explode and send its acidic substance in all directions.

Gorin can only use the Asher abilities while in his finesse form.

Aziz’ Shield - Aziz’ Shield is Gorin’s only defensive ability, and he can only use it while in his brute form. Aziz’ Shield creates a thin layer of pure energy along Gorin’s person. This barrier protects him from physical and magical damage, but wears off over time. He can only use this ability once every ten minutes, fortunately.

~Strengths~

Gorin’s sheer power is massive. In his normal form he’s far stronger than the average human, and this strength is pushed even further while in his brute form. He is also far faster than the average human, and his finesse form makes him even faster. Of course, he’s also far more durable than a human, being able to shrug off blows that would break a human's bones.

His Mindscan ability is and incredible asset as well. He can turn a losing battle around if he uses it at just the right time. It can be used to devastating effect when combined with Ashoka, and give him an edge over his opponent(s).

His immortality is yet another strength, as it allows him to throw out his inhibitions. He can do anything he wants without fear of being killed. At the most, he can be horribly incapacitated. He heals much more quickly than most beings though, so it’ll only take him a day or so to fully heal from debilitating wounds. (Dismemberment, burns, broken bones, etc.)

Because of his affiliation with destruction, fire and darkness do little damage to him.

~Weaknesses~

Gorin’s brute and finesse forms are incredibly unbalanced. His brute form can be easily overcome by a competent magic user, and his finesse form isn’t much of a physical fighter. This makes it incredibly hard for him to fight multiple opponents at once.

Another weakness is his personality itself. He overestimates himself and underestimates his enemies. (Which he has a lot of, due to his “I’m better than you” outlook)

Of course, there’s also the classics. Being a dark god means that Gorin is weak against holy/light magic and weapons. Initially, he was unable to stand direct sunlight for more than a few hours. As time has gone by however, he's adapted to sunlight and lost this weakness.

~History~

Gorin was originally nothing more than the original Gorin’s mind. As such, he was the one in control during the majority of the original Gorin’s life, including his disease-driven fight to the death with the Heavenflame Samurai, Tokumaru.

Of course, as is usually the case when it comes to death, it wasn’t the end. Due to various circumstances, Gorin’s mind, body, and soul split off into separate beings. His body became the mindless creature Chovex, his soul the echo Dante, and his mind became a creature that lived within Dante for some time.

This creature referred to itself as White Light for unknown reasons. At first it claimed to be nothing more than Dante’s (Who referred to himself as Gorin at the time) original bloodlust. Over time however, White Light’s ambitions grew, as did his power. Eventually he started to refer to himself as Gorin, and was able to possess Dante for short periods of time.

He wanted to be more than a thorn in Dante’s side, however. Thus he formulated a plan. With a body of the same bloodline as the original Gorin he’d not only be able to get himself a body of his own, but he’d also be able to reclaim the title of “God of Wrath”.

During one possession of Dante he set his plan into motion. He contacted Cyan, a succubi leader, and gained the leadership of a cult of succubi. He had the succubi capture The Dark Child, the original Gorin’s only living son, and rape him in order to impregnate one of their own and produce a new body for Gorin.

The succubi were, needless to say, successful in this endeavor, thus leading to the events of, “A Dark God Reborn”. Gorin got his new body, but the gap left from WL’s leaving allowed Dante to merge with Echo Side, becoming far more powerful than the reinstated god. Kaja was easily defeated by his counterpart, and was given injuries that took several days to heal.

As soon as the injuries healed, he set out to wreak havoc. Akin to the original Gorin, this Gorin wasn’t going to let one loss ruin his lust for destruction…

~Battles/Rps~

Note: These do not include RP's in which he appeared as White Light, or the original Gorin.

A Dark God Reborn - The RP in which Gorin made his return. It pretty much sums up Gorin’s existence, thus the reason for the slightly short bio. *Complete*

Is the Enemy of my Enemy my Friend? - Gorin's search for allies causes him to seek out The Infector. *In Progress*

How to Deal With Annoyances - Gorin revisits the forest where he grew up, and finds a very unwelcome visitor. *Dropped*

The Last Strand of Glory - Though the RP focuses on Dante and Zorlo, there is a subplot based on Gorin's path of destruction. *In Progress*

[url=http://www.zeldauniverse.net/forums/crossroads/79601-light-darkness-darkness-light-librairian.html[/url] - Focused on TDC and Kawaii, TDC's part of the plot involves searching for Gorin, who is trying to cope with the loss of Dante.

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Name: Gavin Edmond Searcy

Age: 10

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Medium length brown hair: slightly spiky.

Eyes: Gray

Height: 4'6"

Weight: 260 lbs

Weapon:
Gavin mainly relies on his Psi abilities for offense, but he does carry a medium sized dagger with a 1 foot long blade at his hip, for close scrapes.

Strengths:
Gavin's strength lies in his psychic powers. He is adept at the abilities that he has now, and he is able to learn and pick up new skills with a little bit of effort. It is as if special techniques come naturally to him. He is virtually impervious to any magical attack of normal power.

Weakness:
Although Gavin is able to lift a half ton boulder with veritable ease, he is utterly lacking when it comes to physical strength. When on the ground, he is quite slow, which would be a complete disadvantage when facing a speedy opponent. Also, attacking him with a melee weapon deals him a lot of damage.

Skills/Magic:
Here is an overview of the abilities that are currently in Gavin's possession. They are listed in ascending order based on strength, but the strength of one can increase with enough training.

-Telekinesis: The ability to move objects by mental will alone. Gavin can levitate a wide variety of things, including himself. (He prefers this over walking). One useful thing about this is the ability to use objects as projectiles. The size and weight of the object in question determines how fast he can send it through the air and how much of an effort is needed to move it. An object the size of a bullet can literally be sent flying with the same velocity as a handgun with ease. Levitating his body would be no hard task, making flying an undeniable reality for Gavin. However, it would take a lot longer, and require much more effort and concentration to fling something such as a truck, an elephant, or a small house. It must also be noted that only inanimate objects can be levitated; lifting another being would require it to be Dominated first.

-Psi Ball: A ball of gathered energy that can be thrown at an opponent. The more time allowed to gather the energy, the more powerful the impact dealt by the ball. These balls can also be infused with many other properties, altering their attacking strength and enhancing their abilities.

-Deflect Shield: Gavin can create a "shell" of Psi energy around him, the strength of the shield varying with the time and level of effort put into its construction. The shield is virtually impregnable, but does fade over time depending on how strong it is and the intensity of attacks it is withstanding. One drawback of the Deflect Shield lies in the fact that it renders him unable to use any abilities save Telekinesis, where he and the shield are both levitated.

-Fire: By causing air molecules to vibrate at a very fast rate, Gavin can create combustion in the air. This technique is multi-purpose: depending on how it is done, he can create walls of fire around him, set nearby objects on fire, or even combine with a Psi Ball to create a Psi Fireball or Psi Bomb Ball

-Lightning: By creating friction between molecules, Gavin can generate large amounts of static electricity, which he can use in the form of bolts, or by combining with Psi Balls, Psi Lightning Balls that delivers a shock to whatever it is targeting.

-Constriction: With enough effort, Gavin can completely immobilize weaker opponents for however long he can concentrate. This technique, however, is quite draining, and cannot be used over an extended period of time.

-Domination: In rare circumstances, for example, when an opponent is weak enough either initially or from damage, Gavin can actually gain control of their mind and compel them to do whatever he desires, including but not limited to, inflicting damage on themselves and others. At this present time, however, this ability is extremely taxing on the part of Gavin, who rarely, if ever, uses it, and when he does, can only maintain control for a very short time.

Appearance:
Gavin is a round, stocky preadolescent with fair skinned moon face and a head of brown hair that tends to spike at his hairline, despite many effort-filled tries at grooming. He wears a bright orange T-shirt that looks about two sizes too small, which is nearly concealed by a white fleece vest that zips up at the front. Large, meaty arms that resemble pale sausages hang at his sides. He also wears a pair of tight-fitting forest-green short pants and red tennis shoes with black laces. (Apparently, this guy is badly in need of a new wardrobe; he obviously has some serious clothing related issues, not mentioning the less-than-savory color coordination)

Personality:
Gavin is generally introverted, and he is not very good at socializing. He is, however good-hearted towards people, and once allied with someone, will be a friend to them for life. He is not easliy angered, but would definitely get enraged if someone were to attack him or someone he held dear. One point of concern regarding Gavin is the fact that he can be a bit overly nice/too trusting of people, and it is this aspect of his personality that has the potential to get him into trouble. If provoked to battle, however, he has no problem with rasising hell. He attacks furiously, almost to the point of recklessness, depending on how pissed off he is. And strangely enough, once the threat is averted, he returns almost instantlly to his normal, happy self, sometimes, depending on the intensity of the experience, having little memory of the struggle that had just occured.

Biography:
Gavin Edmond Searcy was born to Andrew Bradley and Vicky Rose Searcy in the city of Polton, a large metropolis on the mouth of the Smool River. He was, by all appearance, a normal, healthy, baby boy. He came into this world with a round, fat face, and a single lock of chesnut brown hair. Mr. and Mrs. Searcy, at the delight of their first child, named him Gavin, after a long dead family ancestor. They took little Gavin home and immediately spoiled him with love, toys, and most of all, food. They tried their best to make their first son's life as happy as possible. As Gavin got older, however, it started to become apparent that he was not a normal little boy. It all started one night in the Searcy's home in the suburbs of Polton. Gavin was about 7 at the time when it happened. All of a sudden, a bright light appeared in the sky and shot down to earth. It zipped straight down to the house and through an open window into Gavin's bedroom. The instant illumination of the bedroom woke Gavin up with a start.

The eerie blue light in front of him materialized into a kind of being. The being looked to be made entirely of light, although it had a recognizeable humanoid form. It was about 5 feet tall, with a large blue head containing large white eyes. The closest equivalent to this being would probably be one of those stereotypical gray aliens that are often seen by alleged abductees. Gavin stared wide-eyed at the majestic form in front of him. He was absolutely speechless, but his mind raced with thoughts and questions regarding the identity of this luminous apparition and oddly enough, it seemed to be able to percieve his inner bewilderment. The being began to speak, not with an audible voice, and not in any real language. Its words were more akin to gut-level mental impressions; thoughts that were not Gavin's own, but rather transferred directly into his mind. "I am Zeto" it said. "May your powers awaken NOW!". The being pointed his finger toward Gavin's forehead and a small point of light shot from it at a high speed, straight into its intended target. Gavin continued to stare at Zeto, and remained completely paralyzed with simultaneous fear and amazement. As Zeto's form began to once again coalesce into a ball of light, he sent a parting message into Gavin's mind. "Find me, and you will know the truth"

From that point on, Gavin became absolutely fascinated with his experience with Zeto. He spent less and less time with friends, and more and more time cooped up in his room, constantly in deep thought and meditation. He had a feeling that Zeto would try to communicate with him telepathically, and he made sure to always keep himself mentally prepared for his next visitation. This Zeto being became something like a god to him; he began to tell everyone he knew about his experience, including his friends and even his parents, who all mostly dismissed it as asinine child's talk, or blamed it on an excess of television, sweets, or some other cause. Slowly but surely, Gavin began to come into his new powers. About a week after Zeto's visitation, Gavin's telekinetic abilities began to develop and grow stronger. As the weeks and months went by, Gavin discovered that, with concentration, he could create orbs of energy and fling them at different targets. Soon he gained the ability to generate things such as fire and lightning, merely by willpower and concentration. Gavin, however, decided to keep these things a secret, as not to draw attention to himself and his abilities. It was one fateful day, however, that brought Gavin's true power out into the open, and became a pivotal point in the boy's life.

For years, Gavin was beset by a schoolyard bully by the name of Kenny. Nearly everyone in Polton Elem. School 21 became a victim of Kenny's constant jeering and pranks at least once, but Gavin seemed to always be his choice target. No one seemed to know why Kenny picked on Gavin so much, but one factor could have been his weight. Gavin had always been on the heavy side, even from his infancy, but ever since his encounter with Zeto, he had forsaken physical activity moreso than socializing and this resulted in some pronounced weight gain. This ballooning, coupled with Gavin's continuing accounts of Zeto, made for some excellent fodder to fuel Kenny's sadistic pleasures. It was one day when Gavin was at the age of 10, when this petty struggle finally came to a head. It was just after school that day that Kenny walked onto the playground sporting a homemade Zeto costume. He ran around, scaring the other children and shouting in a taunting voice "Hey look, I'm Zeto! I will eat your brains!" Gavin, however, was sitting cross-legged with his back against the wall, finishing up a picture of the selfsame being (he had a notebook full of them). He was so engrossed in his drawing that he barely noticed Kenny's antics. It is when the name "Zeto" hit his ears that he stood up quickly and looked around. All of a sudden, Kenny popped up in front of him with his mask and began to joke. "Here I am, GAVIN! I'm here to eat your brains!" Gavin did nothing and said nothing, but merely stared at Kenny and his foolish prank.

"What's the matter, fatso? Did I make you mad?" Apparently he was, because Gavin's breathing became harder, and his pencil looked like it would snap in his hands any minute. Kenny reached down and picked up Gavin's notebook of Zeto drawings and began to thumb through them. Gavin simply stood there, and waited to see what he would do next. With a scoffing montone voice Kenny said "No, No, Zeto does not approve of this", and with that, ripped the notebook in half and chucked the two halves straight back at Gavin. It was that move that made Gavin snap. He used all the willpower in him and focused it straight at Kenny, making his body stand erect. It was obvious that Kenny was not in control of himself anymore. With pure fury, Gavin levitated Kenny's wiry frame, flung it clear across the playground, and sent it crashing into a nearby window on the second floor. As Gavin began to pant from his feat of psychic prowess, the crowd of students stood around him, absolutely stunned. The costume that Kenny had been wearing was now on the ground near the place where he was flung through the window. Gavin slowly waddled over, picked it up, and walked away from the school carrying it with him.

Gavin knew that the life that he once lived was now as good as over, now that people knew what he was truly capable of. He would have to leave this place, and go on a quest for the one that endowed him with these powers. He felt it necessary to find out the truths that were promised him. The knowledge that Zeto would offer him, Gavin felt, would not only enlighten him to the reasoning behind his attainment of these powers, but it may even give a startling revelation regarding the very purpose of his life. After walking home and writing a farewell note to his parents, Gavin began to fly into the air, Zeto costume in hand. He soon came upon the looming skyscrapers that complemented the skyline of downtown Polton. After landing on top of the tallest one, Gavin threw the Zeto costume into the air, created a Psi Ball, and threw it at the airborne piece of cloth and cardboard. He watched as the Psi Ball sailed through the air and crashed into the blue water of the harbor in the distance. Although unsure where to go next, he knew what he had to do. After taking a deep breath, Gavin jumped off of the skyscraper and took flight. He soared over the buildings and headed toward the sea. The sun was beginning to set, and it cast an orange glow that illuminated his face as he flew westward over the waves. The city of Polton behind him grew smaller and smaller until it was nothing but a speck on the horizon. Gavin knew that he was going somewhere, but what would be watiing for him on the other side of the vast oceanic expanse? Only time would tell....

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