Character List

Name: Zachary Daniel Himora [Zack] (The Dark Hero)

Age: 13

Race: Half-human, half-wolf

Sex: Male

Hair: Dirty brown/shaggy, long, wavy

Eyes: Green

Weight: 143 Ilbs

Height: 5'9

Weapon: He uses throwing knives as his sub-weapon that have no special abilities whatsoever. As for his main weapon, he uses a kantana that was passed down in his family. Its name is the Yukisaku.

Strengths: He is very great at acrobatics and swordplay. He favors in speed, agility, etc. Zack is very stealthy, and knows how to use his surroundings to his advantage. Zack finds ways to use the area around him, such as hiding in bushes, crawling in pure darkness, etc. Being part wolf, he has enhanced hearing and sniffing.

Weakness: Magic takes critical damage to him, as it is a primary weakness. Another main weakness is using his enhanced wolf-like abilities against him. Loud screaching noises may irritate the average human, but it can weaken Zack because of his sound-fortified ears. The same goes with his scent abilities. Zack also has a fear of arrows.

Skills/Magic: --

Appearance:

Personality: Humorous, half-minded, witty, cocky are only a few words that describe Zack. He is known to pop a joke here and there. Zack is an "act-before-you-think" person. He is very "full of himself". He'll brag and brag.

Biography: Zack's name was originally Zachary Yarunstua (YAR-oon-stOOa). He was born and raised in a medium sized town called Kakora Village. There, he was well-known by the townsfolk. Kakora Village was a crime-infested town. One night his family was robbed of almost everything. In spite, Zachary dressed up in a jet-black outfit. He wore a black mask with a matching armor jumpsuit. He'd dash throughout the city, assaulting criminals. Sometimes he's brutally slaughter them, other times he's leave them at the jailhouse, tied up. It depended on how he was feeling. Nobody knew this man's name, so he was named the Dark Hero. One night, he was out "patrolling" when he was attacked by a beast. It was a red wolf, which were very rare. It attacked unprovoked(sp?). When he awoke, the sun was dawning. He pulled off his mask and staggered into a local hospital. He a huge rip in the back of his suit. It was three claw marks; blood was dripping all over. After a long surgery, they found out Zachary had contracted Pyphic Heliumbro, or wolven curse. His DNA had infused with wolf DNA found in his wound. When he finally awoke, Zachary didn't remember anything. He thought his name was Zack Himora. His head had been filled with fake memories. Zack managed to escape from the town and set off on a quest to find his true memory.

(Wow, it's been a while since I have done this. This summer has blessed me with a bit more freetime though so I believe I will get to develop this character a bit more. I'm going to put up a character fiction about this character, that way I won't have to be so reliant on other posts to really work on this and my schedule will compliment this work. Plus I need a good writing hobby ;P)

Name: Brother Ardon of the Shining Blades

Age: 52

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Long brown with streaks of grey he keeps in a ponytail.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 155 lbs

Height: 5 ft 9 in

Weapon: Ardon carries two longswords on his person at all times. Both are old weapons, seemingly frail from years of service as is Ardon himself, yet as surprisingly sturdy and strong as he is. The first longsword is called White Moon, and is sheathed at his left side and wielded primarily, it is ordinarily unmagical on it's own. When wielding it, however, Ardon can charge his divine energy into it and make it into a powerful weapon (see skills/magic). His second longsword, Starsilver, is strapped over his right shoulder and not used as frequently. Starsilver glows when drawn with a pale silver light that luminates normally dark areas. The light comes from a mucas coating that the sword secretes constantly and when it strikes an opponent, they also glow. This ability merely makes light and has no other affects on a target.

Armor: Ardon wears a suit of field plate presented to him by the Order of the Shining Blade. Aside from offering him full body protection, and being lighter then your standard suit of field plate, it has no magical properties and offers him no other form of protection. He also bears a shield of the order, built of heavy darkwood and bearing the insignia of the order, he makes great use of the shield with either White Moon or Starsilver and keeps it strapped to his back as he travels.

Strengths: A hardened man of the militious Order, Ardon is an expert fighter and divine champion with great renown that has spread the will of the Order far and wide. He is very strong for his age, and gives an astounding presence withing the room that few can match. He has mastered the Order's practices of channeling divine energies into one's weapon and has more experience in warfare then most would like to believe.

Weakness: Unlike the traditional paladin, Ardon never uses healing spells. It is unknown if the dieties never gifted him with these powers or if he simply chooses not to have them for some personal reason. This, along with his old age, make his endurance falter quickly, and his constitution weak. Although he is very wise, Ardon never recieved schooling and lacks the intelligence to pull off brilliant schemes and rarely thinks to plan ahead more then a few moves. He is also very impatient and makes it very obvious who he likes and doesn't like early on. He also pays little attention to mechanical concepts, such as time. This can be critically devastating to him as his most powerful abilities, channeling energy into White Moon, is measured by time allotment, and he can be made relatively defensless against powerful opponents when his powers fade in the middle of a fight.

Skills/Magic: Ardon can channel the divine energy of his faith into White Moon, based on duration as opposed to power. Ergo, the sword can be charged simply with electrical energy for up to 30 minutes a day, with holy force that cripples evil foes for up to 10 minutes a day, or both for 5 minutes a day. He can supress this at any time to save his time and energy, but using one power supressing it and then using another critically lowers the total time for the day: for instance, using the electrical charge for 5 minutes allows only 5 minutes of holy force and using 5 minutes of holy force allows for only 15 minutes of electrical charge. Using one ability, and then adding the other only subtracts seconds from the total time. Say, he uses electrical charge for 10 minutes, only 20 seconds are taken from the total time. Once both are being used, however, he can't use only one for the rest of the day.

As a secondary power, he often makes use of protection magics as well. For an hour every day he can charge himself with a protective aura against evil individuals. Any being of evil decent or with an evil personality is warded from his body, making it much harder for them to strike at him. This only works against evil individuals.

Appearance: Brother Ardon is a very solemn individual, and all who have traveled with him say that this is shown in his face. His skin is lightly wrinkled and heavily tanned and the shadow of a beard on his face adds to his gruff visage. He bears a multitude of scars, from head to foot and in a variation of sizes, most prominent a large cut across the right cheek. His armor is pure white and shines in the sunlight like a gleaming sun but is far from heavily ornated as their is a simplistic beauty in everything he uses. He wears a large cloak, but it's pure white color and the large insignia of the Order, A blade straight down through a flaming heart, printed on the back hardly keep him hidden in a crowd.

Personality: Ardon is a solemn and stern individual, not saying much and only speaking to say something worth saying. He lacks much of a sense of humor and his eyes suggest a lifetime of pain and loneliness. Many describe him as empty, emotionless, and mercilless. A perfect blade in the hands of the order, and nothing more. More open individuals see pain and vision. Eyes of not emptiness, but of farpresence. He is never truly in the moment, he is somewhere else. The occasional traveler who accompanies may find him looking out into the horizon, and a lucky one may even see a warm, kindhearted smile. And maybe that one individual with the blessings of the dieties will get close enough to see a tear.

Biography: Arnold Douglas Ardon was born of no noble heritage, nor under great tutilege, or even with the aspects of heroism. In fact, Arnold Douglas Ardon of the Order of the Shining Blade was born a vegetation farmer, the son of a vegetation farmer, the son of a vegetation farmer. To the surprise of so very many, he was well over the age of 20 before he ever touched a sword. In his childhood, Ardon sought the life that was handed to him. He was a happy child with a smile on his face at all times and the whole hearted determination to live a peaceful life void of any turmoil. Aside from family, he almost never saw another being save for the few times he went into town with his father as a child and glanced at the wide arrangement of individuals present.

At 14, his life went from peaceful and happy to simply remarkable. Helping his father make vegetable deliveries in town, he was glancing at the different people that passed by and greeted him as he always did on these trips and caught his eye on a clear skinned half-elven girl. It was only for a moment, but seeing this girl changed him and he spent the next year searching for her on every venture in town and every time he found her he would watch her silently from a distance. She was much older then him, but due to her elven heritage and his already gruffening appearance, that did little to not make them look as though they were born on the same day.

After a year of silent watching, the half-elf finally spoke up "It has been almost a year of your short little life and you have done so little else but gawk. A man of courage would have tried to speak to me by now."

Ardon was lost for words for a good minute before he regained himself and replied as best he could, "Well, I ain't no man of courage. But I'm an honest man none the less, and in that honesty I feel that it was your beauty that had me silenced."

A light smile cracked across her face, it was warm and filled with kindness. She walked closer to him and her deep, clear eyes met his and it was in that moment that love transcended through both so truly and deeply that it could be said all in town felt a little better that moment, whether they saw the two or not and to them, all else was forgotten and the two walked off and out of the town together, completely unnoticing Ardon's raging father dissapearing behind them as he left his post. After they were well beyond city walls and far into the uncontrollable wilderness, the half elf looked to him and gave her name, Yvon, as Ardon did the same. They spoke until the sun fell and rose again, and then they spoke more until there was nothing unknown between the two.

As time passed, the two fell deeper in love, and on Ardon's 19th birthday, they were married in the wild field they had spoken in that first night. They managed to make a nice home, a healthy field of thick vegetation that bore the fruits that even the gods could be satisfied with at their table. The next 9 years were the best in Ardon's life and aside from Yvon's occasional partings he was never alone and they were never happier. He would wake each morning to her face smiling back at him, and work in the fields through the day with her helping and smiling not far away. Their love was passionate and pure, and he would look to the night sky with her and watch the stars shimmer above for hours. The night sky was a music to them that sang out a chorus of ecstacy. It was after the first 7 years that Yvon bore a child: a girl they named Alexandra. She had her mother's beauty, and her father's strong grip.

On the tenth year of marriage, however, everything in their peaceful life had changed as an officer of the King's National Army came on their land bearing an issue that drafted Ardon to a miltia camp to be trained for service to the National Army and defend his country from oncoming invaders. He was to work for 5 years under the king and would then be commissioned to return home to this life of peace and hapiness. Given no choice, Ardon said good-bye to his beloved wife and kissed the brow of his young child before leaving, looking forward to seeing them again after those five long years were up.

The militia tought the 28 year old man to hold a sword and a shield, disciplined his mind and body into a strong and sturdy warrior. In those 5 years, he met enemies from orcs, to goblins even to an ogre, and was responisible for the death of well over 30 lives. His power and innate ability was unexpected even by himself, but he never really had the time to acknowledge it at the time. Due to his strength, pure heart, and simple mind, he quickly grabbed the attention of the Order of the Shining Blade. At 32, he was offered to join their ranks as an official knight of the Order. He declined kindly and replied that there was another life eagerly waiting for him back home, a life he would live until the god's themselves took it from him.

It, unfortunately, did not take a god to take this life from him. Only a raging fire on his arrival. He came to find his home in flames, and the wide farmlands ablaze and turned to ash. The single man could do nothing to end the fire and could do little more then watch everything that he had loved turn into black nothingness. Searching through the ruins, he recovered a single corpse. That of a woman, charred beyond all recognition, but undoubtably of elven decent by the delicate figure. He never recovered the body of his child.

Knowing the healing powers the Order was famous for, and the power the gods had over mortals, Ardon took up the only option he could see. He went to the Order of the Shining Blade and swore himself to them and their wishes until the diety of the Shining Order saw him fit of deserving his family back and since then, he has risked his life countless times against unimaginable enemies and has earned a reputation far and wide as the weapon of the god himself. Yet every time he has gone to the diety and asked for his family's return, he has been denied such, once even by an angel of the diety itself, but they were beyond telling him why, leaving him no option but to fight more, and offer more of his service.

(Approved by Aex)

Name: I AM BLIND (Të Rhow)

Age: N/A

Race: Homīn

Sex: N/A

Hair: Of long silver, hanging straight and unmarred to the shoulder.

Eyes: Red. Their crystal glass is subdued beneath greying cataracts.

Weight: One hundred US pounds.

Height: Five feet and two inches.

Weapon: N/A

Armor: N/A

Strengths: The control of your fears. Touch me; though I cannot see you, I can feel every hair on your arm go stiff.

Weakness: As comical as it sounds, I am blind.

Skills/Magic: Your eyes. While I have none, can you truly trust yours? That is my power, what little I have of it, anyway.

Appearance: This small creature all pale and white, with red eyes clouded over into a pinkish pustule, blue veins bulging underneath paper-thin skin, how can it have any power at all? Like a wax figure running from the touch of a flame, can you live in this world of others?

Personality: What am I? I see but do not have sight, I feel with no skin, I think with no brain. Separated from my founders, I wander over root and thorn leaving but my thoughts behind me. Nothing to eat. No one to hold on to. Has it really been ten thousand years? Though vines hold me and flies sting me 'till my flesh is tortured red, I persist. Why? It is simply that I hate everything.

Biography: Before man.

Or rather, as man appeared.

We were already there.

As swiftly as the smell of the dragonfruit passes through the cool, cold leaves, we slipped out of your history as nothing more than a legend.

We are where you get your ghosts.

We are where you get your vampires.

The homīn. The ones who adhere to the Ritual. Guarderians of the Immortals, persisting, non-changing, static, we have nothing and everything. What we build can just as easily be destroyed. That is our way.

We can love so passionately, so sensually, with every bump of your skin a thousand gifts of pleasure.

We can hate so...

We hate so much we cannot describe it. There is no word for it.

We hate.

Name: Lyrian [Pronounced 'Leer-e-an']

Age: 1,700 Years old (Appears to look 17 in human age)

Race: Elf

Sex: Male

Hair: Long platinum blonde hair

Eyes: Light blue eyes

Weight: 220 Pounds

Height: 6'1

Weapon: Angel's Bow - A powerful white bow with a gold elvish inscription on the handle that reads

"I lom Angëlus Nányë né i macil Eldilo, Lercuvanten i móli Mordórëo"

TRANSLATION

"I am the sacred angels bow, my arrows shall pierce the heart of all evil"

The Silver Sword - Lyrian's secondary weapon, Very sharp but light when handled. It Contains the elements of white light and the wind (Sun and the Earth).

Armor: His only armor is the chain mail he wears underneath his clothes

Strengths: Lyrian is agile, uses speed and quickness in battle. A master archer with his Angel's Bow and a formidable swordsman. He possesses keen eyesight seeing things from a distance and is unaffected by extreme weather conditions.

Weakness: Being that he is lightweight, Lyrian can be tossed around easily. What he gains in speed he lacks in strength, thus making him fight twice as hard in battle. Elves are immortal as they are not prone to death, disease or old age. However, they can be slain in battle and they may die of grief or choose to pass on because they grow bored of their present life.


Skills/Magic: Through the healing arts from his race, Lyrian can heal himself or others. Having a spiritual bond with nature, he can sense danger or sadness.

Appearance: A two toned suede jerkin. This is worn over a pale silk shirt and light suede trousers. He wears light elfin made boots that are wheat colored and his weapons are carried on his back.

Personality: Lyrian displays a lone wolf style. He is quiet, wise, and hardly says a word. His character is presented in the way he moves, fights, and speaks. Romance is not one of his traits due to his soldier like attitude. He tends to become shy around the ladies, and shows respect to those who give it. Overall his personality is good natured and does what he can to help others in need, although his past made him how he is now

Biography: Lyrian grew up in Faana (Meaning white in elvish language) Leaf Forest, where his race resides. Haunted from the few memories of his past has him living his life alone. As a young elf, he witnessed his family's execution and his forest village being burnt. Deep in the lost areas of the Faana Leaf Forest, Lyrian found shelter from an old elf who also trained him with the sword, bow, and the healing arts of their people. As he became older his spiritual bond with nature became strong. Now one of the last of his kind, he seeks answers to repair his broken past and avenge his people from the evil that took them from him.

Old character that I may use for a fight. Needs updating, but I'll do that later.

Name: Maelena
Age: 16
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Red
Weight: 119 LBS
Height: 5'7"

Weapon:

Scri is a two-meter tall thin cross made from bronze-plated steel. The arms of the cross each have a thin spearhead blade affixed to them, and the head has three spikes surrounding a central spear blade. Depictions of the 9 circles of Hell are engraved in the cross, starting with Limbo at the head and the Cocytus at the bottom.

Armor: None.

Personality: Somewhat unwilling to do his unholy duty, but once he knows he has to do something, his personality quickly changes to get it over with. Maelena suffers from extreme dementia and confusion; he often forgets his name, gender, and what he was doing. Maelena has adapted to a dual-gender, dual-personality lifestyle, being a calm, sensitive male while with his sister, and a destructive, demonic female when he's forced to do Erotia's dirty work.

Appearance (Maelena Form):

An old picture.

That of an extremely effeminate male; he has long, straight, silky black hair that is pulled behind his head and tied into a braid that hangs between his shoulder blades. His watery, red eyes bulge from his thin face. Maelena has no body or facial hair, exactly like a teenage girl. He wears a loose, black blouse and a medium length black school-style skirt, giving him the bizarre apearance of an evil, breastless schoolgirl. Also, Maelena wears a pair of black silk elbow-high gloves, and a pair of thick black leather boots that nearly reach the knee, complete with thick yellow laces.

Bio: Maelena's real name is simply forgotten now. He was a 16 year old boy who lived with his 15 year old sister, Megan, and his mother and father. Andre and Megan slowly entered a bizarre form of an incestuous relationship with each other, which was unknown to their parents or anyone else. The two were wildly infatuated with each other. Andre and his sister secretly delved into perverse forms of sexual demonic rituals, eventually performing a sort of profane wedding between themselves under an inverted cross; pouring both their blood into an ornate bowl and slathering each other's bodies with it. The cross was created with rotten, blood-stained wood and filled with rusty nails.

Andre possessed the eccentric desire for transvestitism. He would often wear Megan's clothes, especially during rituals or carnal situations. Andre and Megan's dark love (which was completely consensual between the both of them) continued for some time, until their mother intruded accidentally upon one of their mutual concucpiscent violations. Their mother entered a frenzied panic at the sight of such a foul desecration of two bodies; she died instantly of heart failure. Their abusive father witnessed her death, and realized the disgusting bond between Andre and Megan. He killed Megan; but Andre narrowly escaped, naked and soaked in his sister's freshly spilled blood.

He returned and destroyed his father, crucifying him to the wall with giant nails. In brooding rage, he cut his own throat with a butcher knife and died.

The soul of Andre sunk into the bleeding pits of Hell, suffocating under the torment of boiling fluid. Grasping aimlessly at the burning air above his smoldering punishment, he caught onto a low-hanging branch of a burning tree that was clutching onto the edge of the lake with gnarled, foul roots. Andre pulled himself from the molten stream of blood, and fell asleep on the shore...

*****

Andre's eyes opened halfway, and a vague sense of feeling returned to his naked body. The hot sulfurous earth he was lying on filled him with a painful burning sensation, but a more noticeable pain was puncturing his back. He was too exhausted to even scream, or even attempt to move.

"What's this?" A seductive female voice giggled. "Another shade crawled out of my river. You were damned to Phlegethon, sinning b*stard."

The pain released from his back, allowing Andre to quickly roll over and discover what was pinning him down. Above him stood a tall woman with caramely skin. She was bare of any decent clothing, clad only in tall leather boots and an oversized collar around her neck. Her black hair was separated into thin, yarn-like dreadlocks; her crystaline eyes reflected the glowing soil before her. Every feature about here was indeed aesthetically perfect. Her smooth skin was soaked in glistening sweat; thick beads of it rolled slowly off her and onto the naked boy below.

"... can guess where I am, good enough." Andre said, catching his breath. "Who are you?"

She giggled, rolling her long tongue along her index finger and leaving a trail of thin saliva behind. She reached down, picking up Andre by the neck and raising him to her level. His feet dangled a good two feet off the ground. The most horrible glaze of fear ravaged his eyes; the peircing stare of the woman caused him to tremble, despite the extreme heat of the burning oasis. It was the first time he was genuinely scared.

"I don't suppose it could hurt to tell you, lad. I'm Erotia, the princess of the Succubi, Maiden of the Malebolge itself. In short I'm the queen seducer. Off with you, now."

She moved her body like a tight liquid, preparing to throw the boy back to the river of boiling blood.

"Wait..." He said through her choking hand. "Wait... please... I prayed for your Lucif-"

She snarled. "You think He has any mercy for your waste of a disciple? Your soul belongs to the filth of the river."

"No!" Andre screamed. "Where is she..."

Erotia stopped, staring at the scared face she was clutching. She asked who.

"Another shade... my sister. Meg..an... I will do anything to see her again! Where is she? Please, tell me! Please... I'll do anything..."

The succubus smirked. "It's not often a shade offers his eternal soul to me," she crooned, pressing her voluptuous body against her writhing prisoner. Andre protested, but was quickly shut up. "No soul, no Megan. It's that simple. Work for me, and for every 12 hours your are my slave, 12 hours you can be with your evil little sister. Does that sound fair, boy? It's either that, or you swim in Phlegethon forever!"

Andre acquiesced.

"I knew you'd see my way."

*****

Andre became the feminine Maelena while he served Erotia; evoking her will on the surface of Earth at night. He returned to Hell at daytime to be with his sister, at the shore of a calm lake of tears outside the gates of the infernal City of Dis. Maelena was given the destructive Scri, a bladed cross embedded with the perverted powers of seduction, mind control, and pure evil. For love, Andre sold his soul, and for eternity he would be the lover and slave of Erotia.

Name: Orysius Solian (Oh-REE-see-uhs, SOH-lee-ahn)

Age: 31

Race: Human.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Short, blond.

Eyes: Blue.

Weight: 165 lbs.

Height: 6’0.

Weapon: A blue-hilted longsword called Xoeda. (ZCHOY-duh) Zch is like the s in the word measure.

Strengths: Orysius is a very avid swordsman, and is quick in battle to see what is coming. His reflexes are very adept, and he does not back down even if disarmed. This is because Orysius doesn’t believe the battle is over or cannot start without a weapon; he considers his hands and feet just as much of a weapon as his sword. Also, he is very adept in most kinds of magic.

Weakness: Orysius has a tendency to get cocky in his battles, and this will sometimes lead to his sound defeat. While he is normally rational against someone completely out of his league, this only applies for people he knows and has seen the strength of. Unless told directly or having been in witness to someone’s power, he will find anyone to be a good and leisurely fight. He is also a bit of an alcoholic, and has been known to flail drunkenly into battle to his demise the morning after.

Techniques/Magic: Orysius is a powerful mage, and is familiar with most kinds of elemental magic. He prefers to use skills that center around Ice, Water, and Lightning, but is familiar with much more magic, such as Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light, and Darkness, and then all combinations of the aforementioned elements. While he does focus on Ice, Water, and Lightning, he is just as skilled in Fire and Earth. He is a mite weak in the Air and Darkness departments, however, and Light was something he was taught but never really executed too much, so he is of average caliber with its magic.

Also, I might add that his ability to defend against all of these magics is parallel in strength to his ability to use them. (in other words, he’s powerful using Ice, therefore can easily defend against it; he’s not very good with Darkness so is susceptible to harm from it.)

Orysius does not have a moveset, but rather uses a plethora of all kinds of nameless spells and incantations.

Appearance: Picture appearance courtesy of HitokiriChibi from ZU. Orysius is up in the top left with glasses, and in front center is Prince Kyronei.

Personality: Orysius is a very sarcastic, laissez-faire kind of guy. He’s very outgoing, and loves to spend time with friends both on and off of the battlefield. He’s a man who enjoys his beer/wine/mead/rum/any form of alcoholic drink. He’s rather amicable, but people have been known to become annoyed with his sardonic way of revealing other people’s faults. However, even in doing so, he never goes without naming one of his own. Kind of ironic (or even hypocritical) if you take into play how he can sometimes be a bit cocky on the battlefield. Although, when it is time to be serious, he cracks right down to it and knows when to end the sarcasm.

Biography: NOTICE: Orysius' bio is going under a COMPLETE revamp, so I do not want his previous biography here to confuse everyone else. The only truly necessary thing you should know for battling him is that he is the captain of the Royal Guard of a place called Arcea. I will be expanding upon this soon.

Battle Rank
Player: Safer
Character: Orysius Solian
Innate Element: Water/Ice
Overall Rank: VIII
Strength: VIII
Speed: VII
Elemental: VIII
Skill: VII

Name: Caragon Wildheart

Age: 25

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Short, dark brown, kept slicked back.

Eyes: Dark brown, a little big eyes

Weight: 140 lbs

Weight: 5'8''

Weapon: Halberd, 7 feet long, weights about 20 lbs. The staff itself consists of dark, strong wood. The blade is dark grey, and wide. The pole-axe looks like a staff with a saber attached to the end of it. Resembles a Chinese halberd.

Strengths: Caragon is cool minded, and can be very deadly when keeping a distance to his enemies while wielding his halberd. He is good at fighting without weapons as well. He is very fast and nimble, something that he uses to his advantage in combat when swinging his halberd. Because of very hard training he has attained great strength and stamina. Experience with combat makes Caragon cautious by nature, and he is keen at picking up small details about enemy strategies.

Weaknesses: Caragon is a melee fighter, and so his ranged combat abilities are next to non-existant. He is moderately vulnerable to magic as a result. His light armor makes him more maneuverable, but also less protected. Because he wields the halberd he is often relying on keeping his enemy at bay, and failure to do so results in his halberd becoming useless in combat. Due to his aggressive nature, he can sometimes rush ahead of himself and become an easy target for traps.

Appearance: Wears light grey armor with a red cape, white torso under and light, thin pants. He has a golden necklace with a ruby hanging around his neck, which he inherited from his mother. His skin is a little dark.

Personality: Caragon is mostly calm, but can be rather aggressive and easily provoked. He is very courageous (some say too courageous), and will stop at nothing to save his friends and family from any threats. Strong of will and heart, and also maybe a little foolish at times, he is a loyal and trustworthy friend. Overconfident at times, as well. His just nature makes him opposed to oppression of any kind, and he despises those who try to bring others down. His bold and sometimes foolish attitude often gets him into trouble with higher authorities.

Biography: Caragon was born and raised in a distant, small village, where he was far away from anything called war and weapons. There he lived peacefully with his family, working as an assistant for the local blacksmith. However, when he was fifteen years old a group of soldiers came to the village, looking for a place to stay. During their visit, they found that they should have a little fun, and tried to rape one of the serving girls at the local tavern. As Caragon was there at the time, he interferred and knocked one of the soldiers out with a bottle. The other ones drew their swords, and as Caragon had no experience with fighting, he grabbed the girl and ran for his life. The soldiers did not follow.

The next morning, the Mayor walked up to the house where Caragon's family lived. He demanded that Caragon came out and took responisbility for what he had done to the soldier. Caragon came out, despite his mother's protests, and though he insisted on telling the truth, the Mayor had him thrown into prison, where he learned through the caretaker that the soldiers had lied to the Mayor about everything. Caragon, who wanted revenge upon the filthy swines who had tried to rape a girl, decided to learn the ways of the sword. One of his fellow prisoners, an elder man, had been imprisoned for not being able to pay his taxes. He agreed upon teaching Caragon, as he was a very skilled swordmaster himself. They used sticks instead of swords, and staffs instead of spears. His teacher always told him that though a stick could not kill as easily as a blade, Caragon was to fight as though he was going for the kill every time.

In five years Caragon trained, even after he had been let out. Once they were free, they continued his training. He learned how to use the halberd, and received his first weapon from his teacher as a "gradutation gift". Bidding his farewell, Caragon made his way home. He was met by dreadful faces, as something terrible had happened. The girl which Caragon had saved from the soldiers five years ago, had been raped and slaughtered in the neighbouring woods. The same soldiers were also in town, by some odd coincidence. Furious with their insolence, even after five years, Caragon sought them down.

Five more years later, the memories of that night still haunted him. He tried to convince himself that they had deserved what they got, that they were better off dead. However, every time he thought about it, he was filled with the same, awful feeling of guilt. He could not bear it. He could not forgive himself. So he embarked on a journey to find himself, and discover who he really was.

My second character in here, so it might take a little bit. If you want, you can tell me how I'm doing so far or something, even if I'm not finished at the time. Let's get started!

Name: Igaru Masada (never likes to reveal his middle name to people he does not trust)

Age: 15

Race: Irregular Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Black and extremely smooth and flawless, hanging from his head to the very top of his shoulders. Two bangs hanging infront of his face, with silver streaks running through his hair. His hair streaks change color with his emotions. Silver meaning calm and happy. Red meaning tense or ready. Blue meaning mad or focused on one thing. Green meaning sickened. Pink if he is attracted to a girl. Each color affecting his powers in different ways(explained in Skills/Magic section)

Eyes: Green with blue around the pupil. Hazel.

Weight: 157 lbs.

Height: 5" 11'

Weapon: Igaru's most powerful weapon is a the Misitari Blade. The sword burns with so much light energy, anything that stays too close or stays in contact with the blade will burn or melt(besides Igaru). The blade chose Igaru as its wielder, and therefore, is telepathicly linked with his mind. The sword can talk to him, such as giving him good advice in a fight. Only those with an extremely well focused and calm mind can hear the blades voice. The blade is, indestructable, and has 2 special powers, it has an unheard of liquid on the blade that makes any injury inflicted, hurt 50x worse than without it. The blade's second power is that it has the power to split into 2 identicle blades.
He has an almost unlimited amount of needles with the same liquid that's on the Misitari Blade. The needles are about as wide as an extension cord, and it takes force to pull them out of whatever they are in, but not much.
Also, he has 3 small cannons on the top of each hand, covered with black and blue, fingerless gloves. Each cannon can fire small beams of pure light energy. Unavoidable, but decently easy to block except by flesh.
Finally, he always carries a deck of playing card with him, but they are no ordinary deck of cards. They are razor sharp and can cut almost anything. The pain inflicted by the cards are judged by the cards rank: 2's being doesn't hurt too much, and Aces being that it feels like a harpoon just jamed through you. The two jokers in the deck will hurt as much as a King card, except they will explode in the target, then reappear in the deck. The cards are drawn randomly, so he can't make a predictable amount of pain.

His emergency weapon is a chain that hands down from his waist to his ankle and has a X-shaped emblem on the end that is razor sharp on the tips than the inside.

Strengths: Igaru has little armor against elemental attacks, just endurence. He has a lot of elemental endurence against light and dark. Fire elements are useless against him. Thanks to his calm and non-agressive attitude during battle, even very fast attacks are easy for Igaru to dodge. His strength is unbelievable for a teen his age, and his speed is a force not to be taken lightly. Light elements hurt him very little, and dark hurts slightly more than light, but not much. He has high endurence against strong physical attacks. So, his greatest strength is no question, endurence.

Weaknesses: Igaru is weak against the element of Thunder. It hurts him to an extent, but stuns him for moments of time. Each of his stronger attacks, saps his energy. Once his energy is low, he must be still for as long as he can to regain it. It takes a while for him to run short anyway.

Skills/Magic: Thanks to his ability to study, he knows healing magic. He can heal minor injuries and medium sized wounds. His body also has a magical ability to heal itself very slowly, no matter what size of wounds. He also is trying to use all elements to his advantage in battle. With two years of training with them under his belt, he is skilled with the elements, but still hasn't studied a couple of them. Here is a chart:
Fire:75
Water:100
Ice:90
Lightning:65
Earth:20
Wind:100
Nature/Plants:85
Dark:0
Light:100
Igaru has the power to enhance his eyesight 800x average, and when he does, his eyes glow green in the pupils. He can run up to 30 mph normally, and can jump very accurately and high, making transportation easier for him. Rewards for him being so calm and focused in battle, allow him the ability to dodge even the fastest of attacks. His attacks are listed below:

Karisiga Slash: Where he swings his blade and it glows with intense light and can extend to great lengths up to 10 meters. Just a little energy is needed to use this attack.

Halo Blade: An attack so quick, it is unseeable, therefore being a danger to slow moving foes. Where the blade is swung at many different angles at the enemy, at what seems like the same time. Decently hard to dodge every cut, and if wanted to be avoided, the foe must be quick to block. Even after blocked by foes, it has always done it's toll on the enemy by if not cutting the enemy, hurting their arms from blocking the attack.

Blade of The Cold Blooded: Igaru's most powerful attack. An attack that is very hard to dodge and almost impossible to block, and his strongest attack with his sword. He cuts a certain place on his palm with the blade and he bleeds blue blood. He spreads it over the blades cutting edge, and it glow a blinding blue light. He swings and the blade spreads a huge slash-shaped beam at the enemy. Even if dodged or blocked, the attack has so much force, that it will badly compress against the foe, even if dodged. It shows no injury if you dodge or block it, but it will hurt you on the inside(eternal organs). Has a high chance of causing eternal bleeding.

Calibur Beams: Shoots up to 6 beams at the enemy. Can't be dodged if aimed right, so must be guarded against.

Steel Storm: Throws as many needle as desired at the foe. Can be from 1 to 100 at a time. Do not do much damage, but will cause great pain if hit by many at once.

Ace to Duce: Draws and throws cards at the foe with great speed. The ranks decide the amount of pain. Explained above already.

...and many more of his attacks are random or never mentioned. He is mostly a user of Water, Ice, and Light spells and attacks, but will resort to others if nessesary.

Appearance: At first glance, Igaru looks like the type that is kinda mean, but once you talk to him, he is a nice guy. His hair is appealed and talked about by many people because of it's unusual colors. People think that he just dyes it very often, but do not know that it changes with his mood. He is very toned in the muscles, but not overly muscular. Girls like him, and he isn't interested in them while he is on his travels. He wears a white T-shirt, covered by a black jacket with blue fire at the bottom of it, and streams of blue across the shoulders. He wears black jeans with a red belt, and he always has a chain hanging from his right side of his jeans. The chain has an X at the base of it, as explained as a weapon.

Personality: Igaru isn't mean on any grounds, he is a very nice young teen. While he is nice to most people, he is quiet, and usually doesn't speak until spoken to. He is very alert when traveling to make sure he can't be ambushed. He has few friends, thanks to his quiet nature, but his friends adore him as their closest friend. When being tryed to influence into a fight, he always tries to talk them out of it, avoiding fights whenever he can, but will fight if necessary.

Biography: Igaru was born into a happy family. He had a mother and a father, no other brothers or sisters, which later to him, he found out to be a good thing. His life between when he was a baby, and by the time he was 8 years old is unknown, even by him. While he was 7, his uncle was killed during a stealth mission during the spring. Igaru was devastated from his death, and from then on, was never himself. He was like this for 8 months before his father decided to do something to help Igaru. His father had the power to control and manipulate minds, so he decided to force Igaru to forget about his uncles death while he was asleep. Once attemped and finished after a few hours, his father went to bed.
In the morning, when he woke up Igaru like he always did, Igaru asked on question he would have never thought of him asking," Wh...who are you?" He had made a huge mistake, after yesterday's attempt had made Igaru forget his own parents. After a few days, they had realized that Igaru had forgotten everything non-major in his life, from right now, to the day he was born.
After many months of convinceing and teaching Igaru again, they had managed for him to call them his parents, know everything about and where he lived, and everyone he knew, but one thing they could never refresh, was his memory. The only things Igaru remembered were when he realized he had wind and light powers. He could never forget the day that stubborn boy tryed to pick a fight with him. When the older boy punched at Igaru, he put up a block, and as he did, a gust of wind sent the older boy into the air. After the boy had landed on the ground, face-first, he ran away crying. No one amazingly saw the event. Eventually, everything was back to the way it was.

When he was 8 years of age, his small town was in a normal state until something started up a riot. All his family knew, was that the towns people were being killed, one by one by an unseen before group of warriors. All in which wore black and crimson red armor and what seemed to be the leader of the group of killers, had red hair, wore a blood colored cape that was torn apart at the bottom end.
The towns guards were holding them off as long as they could, but were being killed for their efforts. Igaru's family knew they were close to there house from them hearing the clanging of swords and screaming from outside. His father was away from home, fighting along side the town guards, because he was their Captain. As Igaru was looking out the window, trying to see what was going on, his mother came running inside the house, her leg injured and bleeding as she nearly smashed the door down. "Mom, what's going on? Where's Dad?"
"There's no time for questions, just come with me!", she yelled at him. They ran towards the house's back exit, his mother limping as she ran. She would not answer him when he asked her what had happened to her leg. They came out as his mother looked everywhere for the family's gardener, Kakashu. He had been the family's gardener for nearly 4 years, and they would all trust them with their lifes.

Now, was that time.

She found him out back watering some of the plants he had just planted yesterday. Amazingly, he was unaware of what was befalling their beloved town. She ran up to him, crying and yelling at the top of her voice," The town is under attack! Please, take Igaru and get out of here!"

Kakashu just stared at her as if she had gone mad, "What are you talking about? What's going on?", he said calmly as he looked left and right.

"There's no time! Please run to the town of Ukiahami! It's the nearest, and it has better defences for it's size! Just take Igaru and go!" She gave Igaru to the confused gardener and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then ran toward the back door.

"Wait! Where are you going?!", Kakashu yelled after her.

The woman looked back," If I'm not in Ukiahami in a day, that means something bad has happened!", she then disappeared into the house.

".....damn, alright Igaru, let's go! We don't have any transportation, so just hop on my shoulders!, he helped the boy onto his shoulder and the gardener took off into the east woods, toward Ukiahami. But the gardener moved too quickly for Igaru not to be suspicious.
After many hours of running through the forests, they came to the towns wall. He traveled around the wall until the gardener had reached the enterence and ran through, now seeing smoke from miles away where their town was supposed to be. After all that running, Kakashu didn't even break a sweat.

Kakashu and Igaru waited in town for his mother to arrive, and here they were, 3 years later, and his mother still hasn't arrived in the now, city, of Ukiahami. Igaru was at the time, living with Kakashu in a building he had bought with the last of his payments. Igaru after all the waiting, got tired of it. He told Kakashu that he was going out to try and find his mother. "Wait!", Kakashu said just as Igaru was on his way. "You need to be prepared."
The gardener handed him a sword, a blue waist bag full of needles, and a chain with an X emblem on the end. "Now go, find your mother.", Kakashu said as he hugged Igaru. "Can you since her presence?"

"Yeah, I can feel her, she's out there somewhere. I don't feel my father's presence, I think they killed him."

"Well, don't ever give up. If you ever need me, just call for me. You know how. I'm not just some gardener afterall, I did teach you your combat skills.", Kakashu said, smiling.

"Right, I'll see you later.", Igaru walked out the door and out of town, looking for the only thing that he cares about right now, his mother.

Name: Ziran Kunto
Race: Cat (Inhabited by a Windigo)
Gender: Male.
Age: 189 years.

Height: Ziran’s height varies depending on which of his three forms he’s in at the time.

Kitten - Unknown
Hybrid - 5’3ft
Windigo - 6’3ft

Weight: Like his height, Ziran’s weight varies.

Kitten - 2lbs
Hybrid - 100lbs
Windigo - 170lbs

Appearance: Just as Ziran’s height and weight vary, so does his appearance. (Obviously)

Kitten - Ziran looks like any other little calico-colored kitten. His belly, sides, and back are predominately white, though he’s got a small orange spot on his side. The upper part of his head is orange, and his neck and chin are white.

His eyes are mellow green in this form, with the usual slit pupils. Ziran has claws, though he rarely finds occasion to use them.

(Ziran's kitten form, drawn by the awesome Altamira. ^_^)

Hybrid - The form Ziran spends most of his time in, for good reason. It doesn’t put a strain on his body like his Windigo form, but isn’t as defenseless as his cat form. Besides, he finds that this appearance best matches his cheerful and outgoing personality.

The first thing anybody would notice about him is simple: He still has cat ears in this form. They are chestnut brown, like his scraggly hair, and move depending on how he’s feeling. They go back against his head when he’s feeling angry or sad, perk up when he’s happy, etc.

He wears jean-shorts and a white t-shirt in this form. Ziran alternates between letting his two-foot tail hang out & wag, and wrapping it around his waist, at which time he uses his slightly oversized t-shirt to cover it and protect it from the elements.

His eyes retain the mellow green color from his kitten form, but have returned to round pupils. The Hybrid form’s teeth are fairly normal, though the canines are slightly oversized.

Windigo - In this form he is more or less the same as he was in his last life. He is tall, well toned, and somewhat tan. His hair becomes fiery red and his catlike features completely disappear. A small horn also appears in the center of his forehead.

Personality: Ziran is, to put it bluntly, a very happy person. He’s cheerful, energetic, and optimistic. Kunto is always happy to meet new people and see new things in the world, and even happier to make new friends.

He sees the good side of everything. If there’s no silver lining, he’ll make one. He loves to be silly and tries very hard to lighten the mood, sometimes at the expense of his dignity. Ziran knows when to keep his chatterbox shut, though.

He enjoys his predicament, with his only real beef being his Hybrid form‘s childish appearance. Still, he can’t help but give in to his feline side. One can usually find him basking in the sun or playing with a ball of yarn, and they’ll find that making him do almost anything is as simple as scratching him behind his ears.

Nonetheless, he’s sure to keep himself from taking his cat side too far. Ziran’s able to restrain himself from killing mice and birds, though he’ll still playfully pounce on them (And friends). He also hates water, though he tolerates it long enough to take baths and such.

Kunto is a very trusting person. He’d trust his life to a person he’d met only minutes earlier. This, combined with his childish naivety, means that he’s quick to make friends, and usually doesn’t realize when he’s made an enemy.

Just like his last life, Ziran has an Irish accent. He only really has the accent when in Windigo form, however.

Weapon(s): None.

Armor: None.

~Abilities~

~Hybrid and Windigo forms only~

Flight - Ziran uses his power over the wind to fly. When using it in his Hybrid form, using any other wind powers will cause him to lose focus and fall. He can fly faster and longer in Windigo form.

Tornad-Ow!/Tornado Strike - Ziran can accentuate his punches and kicks with miniature tornados, making his attacks more powerful. This ability produces stronger results while in Windigo form.

Sacrifice - The only ability that works equally in both forms. Ziran can heal other people’s injuries, but has to take said injuries upon himself in order to do so.

Whoosh! - Ziran creates a horizontal tornado, which he promptly uses to blow his opponent(s) back. He generally uses this when he wants to keep his distance. In Windigo form the winds blow a lot harder.

~Hybrid form only~

Scritch - Ziran’s nails turn into short claws. He can use them to scratch opponents or to cling to surfaces that he wouldn’t normally be able to hold onto.

Duh! - Ziran manipulates the wind and tilts himself to insure that he always lands on his feet after falling/being thrown.

~Windigo form only~

Cyclone - Kunto creates several small tornadoes and sends them at his opponent, the tornadoes growing larger and larger over time.

Hurricane - As the name suggests, Ziran summons a mild hurricane. The damage inflicted on his opponent(s) has less to do with the wind itself but rather, the debris that the wind picks up and hurls at them.

Wind Shield - Ziran creates a minor, nigh invisible tornado around himself. This tornado deflects light projectiles and weak magical attacks, as well as lessening the power of physical attacks. It only lasts for a short while, however, and it cannot protect him from more powerful attacks.

Strengths: Again, his strengths vary depending on which form he’s in.

Kitten - None, to tell the truth. But who in their right mind would harm a defenseless little kitten?

Hybrid - Ziran’s strength, agility, and durability are far greater than the average human’s. He also, obviously, as catlike reflexes. Said reflexes, coupled with his wind abilities and small size makes him a hard target.

He is incredibly flexible as well, able to bend at unnatural angles in order to surprise his opponent(s), usually via contorting at an odd angle and kicking them. This also allows him to fit into small areas if he wishes to hide.

Lastly, his senses are at a level greater than a human’s. His hearing allows him to pick up whispers all the way across the room, and his smell lets him pick up the faintest scents. His senses of pleasure and pain are also greater than a human’s.

Windigo - His physical abilities are even greater while in Windigo form, as well as his wind abilities. His destructive power is unparalleled in wide open spaces. Ziran can also regenerate, albeit slowly, while in Windigo form.

Weaknesses: You know the drill.

Kitten - Obvious. He’s a defenseless little kitten.

Hybrid - Ziran can’t help but give in to his baser catlike instincts, which often gets him in trouble. His sheer naivety is yet another problem that usually gets him in trouble. Kunto can’t help but see the good side in everything, which occasionally means that he’s unable to see the bad side.

Despite the many advantages that his heightened senses give him, they give him just as many weaknesses. Terrible odors, loud noises, and bright lights can easily cause him to lose focus. His ears are also incredibly sensitive which, coupled with his heightened senses of pleasure and pain, means that one could have almost complete authority over him via scratching behind his ears or yanking on them.

Windigo - Ziran can only remain in his Windigo form for twenty minutes at a time, after which he has to wait another twenty minutes before changing back. Remaining in Windigo form for more than twenty minutes can have severe effects on his body.

Shared Weaknesses - In all forms, Ziran’s trusting nature and overall naivety can get him in trouble. The same goes for his feline urges. He also has to wait twenty minutes between transformations in order to avoid screwing up his genetic structure.

History: (Note: The first part of his history is directly copied from the original Ziran, hence the sudden change in style and writing ability. The part copied from the original profile is in italics, while the rest was added on afterwards.)

Ziran was born into the wind tribe of the foreign continent. From a young age, he learned the art of the magical wind ninja. He trained for years, learning several techniques. At the age of 180, he received the privilege of becoming his generations Windigo. The Windigo was the wind spirit that would promise to protect his/her village from anything.

Nine years later Ziran had mastered the Windigo transformation. He went to the mountains to continue training. He returned to his village a week later, only to find that they had left. He walked through the town trying to find anybody he could. He was unable to find anything but a note. The note said "We hearby claim this town as a base of operations for the war against the army of demons that is ravaging our homeland. The inhabitants have been taken as slaves, and will work in our farms. If you are reading this, and you are the highest ranking officer in the vicinity,"

Ziran didn't read any more. He knew that it was going to be instructions on what building would become what. He went to the training center for youth in his village. He took his old sensei's weapon, as well as stuffing a large bag with food, and hiding throwing weapons everywhere he could in his clothing.

He left to go to the main continent, the center of everything in the world. He knew that the base of operations for the ruler of this continent's army was on the main continent. Despite the fact that he was leaving for somber reasons, Ziran continued his happy go lucky attitude.

He made what little money he could by accepting odd jobs and serving as a bounty hunter. He rarely killed his bounties, due to the fact that it's against his nature to kill someone weaker than him and he gets paid more if the bounty is alive.

~

(The following is Ziran’s death from The Medallion’s Curse. As such, it will also be in italics. To read his death in context, read that RP.)

The primates had fallen into a one-room tomb. Ziran marveled at the complex designs on the walls.

Rather than painted walls, the walls seemed to be made of individually painted bricks. A thick layer of dust covered the brightly colored walls.

The windigo didn’t have long to admire the beauty of the walls however, as his nightmare was quickly upon him. The large monkey roared as though it were a demon and slammed Ziran into one of the brightly colored walls.

The force of the blow caused the wall to shake. The windigo sighed with relief when it didn’t crumble onto himself and the nightmare.

“Phew, thank the wind.” Ziran thought out loud. Unfortunately for him, his nightmare had different plans. The large primate charged towards the windigo, grabbing him and pinning him to the wall.

The nightmare brought its fist towards Ziran’s face. The windigo quickly moved his head aside to avoid the blow, bad move.

The nightmare’s fist against the wall was just the right amount of force needed to bring the wall from shaking to crumbling. Ziran’s last sight before losing consciousness was the brightly colored bricks falling onto him.

Surprisingly, the windigo’s last thought was “Hey, I was right. The bricks are individually colored.”

~

(There we go. Now the original bit begins. )

Light. Was there supposed to be light? He didn’t know. Was he in Heaven? Hell? Was he on a sunny beach, or a dry desert? Dead or alive? His eyes started to focus, and he rolled onto his side with a pained, “Mew”.

Wait a minute… Did he just make a cat noise? No, it was too light to be a fully grown cat’s. A kitten’s? Why did he…

“Hmm?” he thought, flopping onto his belly. “I don’t feel any clothes, but I don’t feel cold. My fingers feel short…”

His vision started to focus, and he tried to scream. What his attempt yielded, however, was a long and drawn out meow. His hand was gone, replaced by a kitten’s paw.

It took Ziran several days to get used to being a kitten. He didn’t know how, or why, but he was happy. He was alive and cute. Things only got better when he figured out how to shift into two other forms, one of which was nigh-identical to his original form.

He decided to wander about, seeing new sights and meeting new people. If there was one thing he’d learned from dying, it was that anybody could die at any time. He gave up bounty hunting and chose to be a carefree wanderer, begging for money when he needed it.

Here is my character it just got apporved with no corrections needed! YEAH!

Name: Crogon

Age: 28

Race: Goron

Gender: Male

Hair: Long white spikey hair and a large beard.

Eyes: Black

Weight: 626 pounds

Height: 9 feet, four inches

Weapons: Although he prefers to use his fists to fight he also has a large hammer made a metal that can change heat on Crogon's mental command. Crogon carries with him a second weapon, a large sword, crafted by the Big Goron for him in exchange for a song on the drums. He also carries a couple pounds of bomb plant seeds in his belt for minor explosions if he needs them.

Armour: His rock-hard skin is resistant to most arrows, boomerangs, and other thrown objects. He also wears a military toga made from a flexable metal made from iron and bomb plant leaf which makes it almost resistant to bomb plant explosion he wears a cloak made from the same thing. He also wears a belt with a magical gem in it. The belt also contains several pouches used to hold bomb plant seeds, rocks, and anything else he comes across in his travels.

Strengths: He is almost completly resistant to heat, fire, and lava. He is also not affected by projectiles unless they are water based or explosive. He also has excellent training in nearly all forms of close and hand to hand combat. He is also very cunning and persuasive and can talk his way out of most situations. He can also roll at incredible speeds up to 80 mile per hour and grow spikes of stone out of himself for when extreme defense if required.

Weaknesses: Like all Gorons he hates water and is very vulerable to water or extreme cold. His weight keeps him from walking or running very fast and he is not very agile. He is also very bad against most magic unless it is heat based. His mind is more vulerable to attack than any other part of him and can be rendered almost completly helpless with a magical attack to his mind.

Skills: He is very skilled in most forms of hand to hand or close quarters combat. He can grow spikes with a mental command and roll at incredible speeds. He can also enter a deep sleep and he can not be harmed by anything (even water) during this sleep. The sleep can last for up to a year though. He has better eyesight than an average Goron or eyesight equal to the average human's. He also has the ability to meld minds with his enemis (and sometimes his friends) and force them to do simple commands (like a Jedi kind of). He also can play the drums pretty well. (like the Goron drums from MM)

Appearance: He has tatoos of the Goron Ruby on his biceps and back. He has a black dirty military toga which he wears all the time. Crogon is very muscular from his miitary training and sticks out like a sore thumb in any crowd. He is tall even for a Goron and may grow to a size of 34 feet and weigh up to two tons in his later years. Because of his size he has trouble standing up indoors and often crouches when forced to be inside an area without high ceilings. He also wears a belt with a gem on it that allows him to contact others with similar gems with his mind. He uses it to contact and give advice to the governers that report to him. The belt also contains several pouches that holds many things like bomb plant seeds, rocks, maps, and money. The hood on his cloak is almost always up which makes it very difficult to see his face. Some of his closest friends havent even seen his face.

Personality: He is normally very quiet and only talks if he feels he needs to. He is also very cunning and smart but only talks in very simple sentences because he hates attention and doesnt want people thinking he is a genius unless he wants to impress someone. He often talks to himself and thinks outloud a lot. In battle he is a ruthless killer, he is also extremely rebelious and hungry for success and power. His trust is only given to to people he respects, but if you get his trust you can count on him for almost anything. He also carries an ego bigger than Death Mountain.

Biography: He was born in the area of Verach Mountain and his parents died after being thrown off the top of the mountain by an unknown enemy. By the age of ten he was a street fighter in the nearby village of Verach trying to win money by winning fights against large powerful people and the occasional Goron. At the age of fifteen he was spotted by a military recruiter and was immeadiatly recruited. The leaders of the military were impressed with his incredible fighting skills and sent him into the frontline infantry to fight in close combat situations with incredibly dangerous enimies. This caused Crogon to become a ruthless killer and an even better close combat warrior. His incredible skills allowed him to rise in the ranks of the military from Private to General in a span of five years. He led his troop into many victories and recived several military awards. But only three years after his promotion to General a period of peace followed and the Military disbanded into a group of leaderless marauders. Crogon has since wandered the world fighting chaos and bringing order to lawless villages, gaining followers at every village and forming governments in the towns. He dreams of forming his own military and perhaps his own powerful kingdom instead of the loose band of followers and mediocre governments he had set up in the villages he saves from crime he has decided to call these governments The Crogon Empire. He is so dedicated to making a powerful empire that he built the capital city of his empire, Crogon City, with his bare hands and his hammer out of the side of a mountain.

Government: I am putting the name of the simple government Crogon has set up in several villages. The Crogon Empire

Title: Emporer Crogon, Ruler of the Crogon Empire (only his loyal followers call him that)

Empire Stats: The Crogon Empire stretches across the Valley of Nor and to the villages of Nor, Banar, and Chran. The capital of his empire is Crogon City. He currently has 3000 residents in his empire and about 58 loyal followers.

Yay! thx for PMing Aex for me scratdawg The last part is a joke but I dont expect anyone to get it and they wont.

Name: Tywar (also my user name and has no last name.)

Age: 26(not my age)

Race: Irregular human

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown.

Eyes: Teal

Weight: 178 pounds.

Height: 6 Feet, 1 1\4 inches.

Weapons: He has a Wide verity of melee weapons. His most prized possession is his ancient long sword that has engravings that are unknown to him. This sword does confuse enemies my creating illusions with the tracking of where the sword was. Its very valuable so he tries to let no harm to come to it. His main swords are duel Katina and short swords. To be even more safe, he has hidden even small knifes in his boots.

Armour: He wears thin plates of steel around his shoulders, torso, and thighs. To make him not as heavier then he already is. These plates are attached to a not so thick or thin blue jacket that cant be very easily removed. The plates around the thighs are attached to something similar to army pants which have many pockets.

Strengths: His practice with swords is his best strength, for he has much experience and many techniques to be cleaver with the sword. Tywar has also been know to have a high pain tolerance. Endurance is also one of his best strengths. A good "will" helps him to choose the right thing during battle to help his mind not to move faster than his body. In other words he has his goals in mind and doesn't change them until he succeeds. He also has a positive and smart mind for he had no extra time during his childhood so he choose th study in both the arts of fighting and knowledge. Faith in religion has bound him not to cause to much trouble but when he does get into a fight, he knows that the time he spent praying to his lord has not gone to waste. He does not greed for money. Tywar is not easy to charm.

Weaknesses: If there is nothing wrong with his strength, its his speed. He caries a heavy burden on his back already. Tywar relies too much on nature, even though he has befriended it, he seems to doubt all life's powers. Things have surprised him in many ways that he would have never thought of. Tywar is easy to overwhelm, having much more chance with just a one on one match. Not having good social skills, he tends to stay away from the regular public.

Skills/Magic:Tywar is befriendly with almost every element and is open minded enough to at least give the element a chance. Here is a chart explaining how close the elements are to Tywar. 100 being his best friend and 0 being told to get the hell out his face.
Fire:/25
Water:/95
Ice:/50
Energy:/20
Earth:/20
Life:/75
Dark:/7
Light:/100
He has much experience with light from his childhood. Tywar had a previous job including a need for reason and thought for relation problems and would help people that way. Tywar is good with melee fighting. He beleieves that ranged fighting is cowerdly.

Appearance:Tywar sticks out like a sore thumb, overlooking a entire crowd. Tywar's hair sticks out above his head about a little more than an inch. The hair on the back of his neck bairly go farther below his shoulders. He has darker shades of brown the farther you go upward to the top of his head. You rarely see him wearing glasses for he only reads in privacy. Tywar is far sighted and wears small glasses that can break easily. Tywar wears nothing that would make him look like he is in a clan. No jackets, emblems, tattoos, etc, etc. Tywar wears long brown boots and contains small blades in the souls and can come out whenever he desires.

Personality:Tywar is nice to mostly everyone who treats him with respect. He tries to avoid fights by reaching a compromise. He is quite nor talkative but will be very loud if necessary. Tywar never thought in mind as which people he dislikes because it divides the people into catagories that bring about chaos. Most people think he is dull, he doesn't put alot of effort into meeting just anyone on the streets. Tywar is interested in girls but not enough to distract him from his goals.

Biography:Tywar was born on a planet even unknown to him. He was found on a door step of a church and was orphaned there. His parents didn't want a huge ugly baby that would degrade their popularity. He was well taken care of by the priests at that small church and was raised from there.

"Come hither young Tywar." Requested Father Azerath. Tywar walked over with caution suspecting that he had done something wrong. "We will need privacy for any more conversation"

The two walk on through arch doors and find their way on a small road leading to a small chapel. Tywar's mind wonders around in the courtyard's beauty, observing all the wonderful rose bushes and flowers that inhabit the church. The two reach the chapel. Father Azerath knocks on the door secret way Tywar was oblivious to. Tywar sees priests and priesetss... many of them. they have all gathered around the entrance of the chapel. The leader priest steps forward and Father Azerath stays behind Tywar.

"Tywar... You show promise for what the prophecy has foretold." Father Xion exclaims. Tywar is even more curious now. "Promise for what?" Tywar obviously asks. Father looks among himself then back at Tywar. "You are the chosen one... our guardian from ancient times past."

Tywar is startled. He diverts his eyes to get a moments time to think. His mind is starting to cloud. he starts looking for a way to escape confusion. He looks back at Xion. "And who might that be?"

"Yup well...um....this is where I'm stuck." Dustin says under his breath. "How in the hell does Parker do all this crap?" Dustin complains. "Aw, what the hell ever. I'll get back with you in a few days... I hope..."

Accepted by Altamira:

Name: Penina Hargreaves

Age: Nineteen

Race: Half-human, half-Dream of the Red King

Sex: Female

Hair: Long blood-red hair worn in a ponytail that reaches her neck, no bangs

Eyes: Gray as steel

Weight: 110 pounds.

Height: Five feet tall.

BMI (body mass index): 21.48 [normal weight for her size]

True Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Weapons: Her metal prosthetic arms (not robotic or mechanized: instead, elemental in nature)

Strengths: She is good with her fists, being stronger than normal humans, and is quite unyielding in combat. Her intelligence is surprising and her sight too keen to be fooled by illusions (due to her father). She forgets nothing that she has experienced, no matter what, because of her mystical eidetic memory that she inherited from her father. Her mind is too powerful to be invaded successfully by psychics.

Her prosthetic arms move better than organic arms, swiveling at the elbows and wrists with a preternatural speed to make for excellent blocking (including bullets). No pain or sensation of touch come to her from them, which means that she can stick them into acid, magma, or fire up to her elbows with no ill effects. Being enchanted by an unknown method, they cannot be influenced by anyone but herself and are invulnerable and inflexible.

Her blood is normally black, since it is not blood in any organic sense. She bleeds ink, and with some concentration she can change its color and shape it when it flows upon a surface, allowing her to write without pen as a human Pen. Practically, this means that she cannot be harmed by blood loss.

Weakness: She is not very flexible (e.g. she cannot raise her leg very high to block her face) and depends on her arms for battles. Her balance is not the best and she fights without discipline. Her body can be pierced and slashed, and her organs are vulnerable to attack.

Appearance: Standing five feet tall, she does not look very impressive. However, upon a glance at her deep gray eyes, one gets an impression of great intelligence. Her blood-red hair is bound in the back by a pony tail, leaving her with no bangs to get in her eyes.

Her wide leg jeans are weather-worn, having several strange patches from unknown realms, and do not quite reach her ankles. She wears a modest, beige short-sleeved shirt beneath a dark blue, unbuttoned jean jacket with its sleeves ripped, exposing the point where flesh ends and silvery steel begins.

Her prosthetic arms encompass the entirety of her hands, wrists, forearms, and elbows, having no visible joints in a manner akin to a statue. They appear to be bright silver, glinting on the verge of a blinding whiteness.

Her ink-blood is black normally, unless she concentrates on it to change its color. Thus, when her face or body is flushed with exertion, they blacken.

Penina carries a delivery bag on her shoulder to carry her necessities. She will lay it to the side when danger comes up.

Personality: Penina is by her nature a loner, preferring to bury her head in a book than to talk amiably with a stranger. She is not afraid of other people: rather, she simply does not care for them. She is willing to interact with others for help, but does not do this with any enthusiasm. She reacts quite rudely to those who seek her company.

She is quite curious about the world around her, always seeking knowledge about the way things work. More often than not, Pen cannot leave well enough alone, poking her nose into matters that others are convinced should not concern her. She is unbiased in her observations, and does not possess a well-defined moral code. Repugnance for unnecessary murder is as far she goes in that direction. If asked what her religious beliefs are, she replies that she does not know for sure, but tries to keep an open mind.

Her emotions are stunted. She only smiles ironically in normal circumstances, displaying a strange sense of humor to those she speaks with. She does not register surprise or fear, anger or sadness. She faces all her opponents with a cool cunning. However, once she gets into the thick of a battle, she has been known to abandon her stony face and laugh with a truly maniacal glee as she goes berserk, throwing punches with wild abandon.

Biography: She was born in America on the fifth of June, 1988 to a Dream of the Red King (the Boots) and her human mother (Wendy Hargreaves). It was part of a strange deal for power. Her mother wished to gain occult knowledge while her father desired a daughter for undisclosed reasons.

Both agreed on three sevens of sidereal years (measured by the stars) for three phases of her rearing. For the first seven years (birth to seven years old), the father and the mother could share her. The Boots was allowed to be with her in her normal world while the moon was in the sky and to educate Penina in her dreams, giving her knowledge of mysterious things. These years went well, with harmony between the two parents.

The second seven years (eight years old to fourteen years old), the mother was allowed to raise her daughter on her own, with no interference or assistance from the Boots. For the third seven years (fifteen years old to twenty-one years old), the Boots was supposed to take her with him in his wanderings to complete her education, ending with letting her go forth into the wide worlds, carving out her own destiny. This did not happen.

Her mother refused to give up her child, so she used her occult knowledge to find a crone who could help her keep the child away from him. She found the old woman with hawkish wings on her head in the Far East. On her advice, the mother chopped off Penina’s arms with a large, sharp sword when the father came for his daughter. He gave them both a doleful look, and walked away in a direction that their waking eyes could not follow.

The blood that spilled forth from the unconscious Penina’s stumps spelled out a doom: since the deal was broken, neither the father nor the mother could have the child in their care. The strange sword then split asunder after the doom was read by the crone. Penina’s arms were replaced, as her mother’s eyes were encased with coins. What happened to her mother after that is a mystery

Penina then found her way to an orphanage in America. She went to college for a year. Then one day, she found a door that led her out of the shallow world that her mother was raised in. She now wanders the worlds, gaining first-hand much of the knowledge that her mother had gained by other means.

Goal: She is searching for her father, the Boots. All she knows about him is that he appears to be in his thirties, has one left leaf-green eye and a black-blooded pit where his right once was, and has wooden feet that are jointless like her own. He is also a mute, being only able to communicate through written word.

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Jaxes Weapons Master and Faze Rock Beast

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Jaxes weapons master, and Faze rock beast

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Name: Jaxes

Called by: Weapons master

Species: Human

Weight: 192lbs.

Height: 6.2 ft.

Armor: Almost none except for a shoulder plate on each shoulder with a spike sticking out of it.

Weapons: Blade of the phoenix. Blade of the fallen ice angel. Two hatchets. Concealed knives all over him. He also has a back pack containing a spike chain mace and a spiked ball mace. He also has two elven curved swords at his back, and a broad sword at his side. The blade of the phoenix sets things on fire with the touch. But it cant pierce heavy armour. The phoenix blade is a fire red color. It has a black stripe coming down the middle of it though. The blade of the fallen ice angel can turn things to ice on a deep cut. Unlike the phoenix sword, it has to make a deep cut in the person, and can pierce heavy armour because of its slender form. The blade of the fallen ice angel is a bluish white blade that is made of blue metal and coated in white ice. The phoenix sword can spark to fire on will and the blade of the fallen ice angel, also called the White, can shoot a quick ice beam from the tip of the blade.

Appearance: Broad shoulders. Tall, fairly tall. Dark tan skin( he is cockasian). He also has muscular legs and arms. He also has a clack cloak and black clothe all over him. He is dressed in the manner of a ninja. He has a few different helmets. He has a Helmet that covers his face in a thick glass/metal combination face plate, and a heavy furish animal that runs down the back of the helmet. He also has an iron helmet with one eye slit that comes across his from tip of eye to eye. He has long black hair.

Personality: Calm, and happy. All the time. He laughes constantly. He cracks lame jokes in an attempt to make Faze laugh. Never works.

Strengths: He can use each one of his weapons with skills matched by none on his world. Due to the fact that all he did and all he does all his life is train with his weapons. He is also very good at blending into his enviorment. The only magic he has is in his two swords.

Weaknesses: Almost all elemental attacks can take him down. If he has his Blade of the Fallen ice angel he is impervious to ice attacks. If he has the Blade of the phoenix, he is impervious to fire attacks. Tactics in another weakness of his. He can fight with the best of them, but can be defeated by tactics. His brain is smaller then his brawn. He also has to go to the bathroom alot(just kidding). He also will laydown his weapons instantly if any one asks him to, if Faze is in trouble. Only then will he disarm him self.

Skills/Magic/Abilities: None other than his sword.

Bio: He was young. Very young. His mother and father went to the store to pick up some essentials. They were very poor. They came back with what they went for and were killed the next day for shop lifting. They lived in a strict community. It was instant death to break a law, and instant death to be different. The soldiers that were supposed to protect the city, did more damage then the citys enemies. He was moved to an orphanage. Even dirtier then his house. All the children were in rags. Some of them did not even have that.

Two years later the orphanage was shut down. All the children were now on the streets, and those on the streets were cut down mercilessly for not having any money. He was caught after robbing a store for food. The soldiers chased him, and he found himself hiding in a house. By then he was five. He looked around as the soldiers ran by. A man by the name of Sesous lived there. Jaxes turned around to see the man. The man was armed with a sword. He called the child over. Jaxes then explained his life story to the man. This was not the first person the man had taken in. A toad by the name of Faze was with him. Faze could turn to rock, and was not much older then Jaxes. Faze was seven.

The soldiers came back, but Sesous was well trained in the skills of battle and killed all ten of the soldiers that came. He killed them all in a matter of seconds. From then on Jaxes was trained by Sesous alongside Faze. Untill the soldiers came again. The naghbor had tipped of the soldiers that a toad lived next door. The house was ransacked by a large platoon. Sesous killed many of them, and the children hid in the back room. Even though they were fifteen by then. Faze had taken toad form. He crushed soldiers that got by Sesous and Jaxes witch were few. But then more started coming and Jaxes could not handle all of them by himself. Faze stepped in at full fury. He crushed his opponents like a leaf.

They left the town after finding Sesous dead with seven arrows in him. They escaped killing only ninety soldiers including the ones in the house. Once out they became well known. Hero’s. They traveled and protected all the innocent. The then found themselves in a new land. One full of hero’s and villains. One that they came to call home.


Name: Faze

Called by: Rock beast

Species: Toad( pronounced Toe-ad( creature that can turn his body into something else. Exp: Turn from human form into a walking rock. That is Fazes shift form))

Weight: 170 in human form and 900 in rock form

Height: Human form is 6.1” and rock form is 7” even.

Armor: None

Weapons: A giant battle axe with a spike handle on the end. The axe alone weighs over two-hundred pounds. He also has a massive hammer. On one end is the bigger part of the hammer, and the other side of the big hammer is a precision hammer for making well aimed blows. The first part of the hammer is to completely crush his opponents in a single swipe. The battle axe is massive on both sides and can cut through a boulder with just dropping it, no pressure behind it.

Appearance: In human form he has grayish tan skin and is bald. He is tall, and has a heavy set skull. He is broad and muscular. He is extremely muscular. He is built like a mobile wall. All he wears is a pair of magic black shorts that can change to rock when he changes.

Personality: Grim. He never laughs. He talks kindly with a certain calmness in his heart, yet is almost always placed under battle fury in every battle.

Strengths: Faze can turn into a walking rock. He is basically impervious to all melee attacks then. He can use both his weapons to the fullest extent, and is the only one who can do so. Both his weapons will only allow him to pick them up. The magic surrounding them will set fire, or ice to all those who touch them. Faze is also basically unstoppable when he starts running in rock form. In battle frenzy is three times stronger then normal. Not in battle frenzy he is five times as strong as an above average strength human.

Weaknesses: Faze can not swim in rock form. Also all Ice based attacks can freeze him instantly. Ground based attacks, like vines and stuff can way him down also. He is not good at fighting creatures faster then himself, which are many.

Skills/Magic/Abilities: None except shorts.

Bio: He was not born in the city, but in a small village outside the city. None of the villagers knew that he and his family were Toads. He was never told not to use his powers. One day at school a bully was pushing him around. He took rock form and put the bully through a wall. The bully was unconscious for weeks, and the villagers chased him and his family out. The soldiers at the gate had been tipped off to the toad familys coming and a trap was set. Archers killed both parents, and Faze barely managed to avoid the arrows.

The soldier set out a foot, and chased Faze down. Faze turned into the rock beast that was his heritage. He broke through the wall at only five years old and that was no small feet. He was chased down to an alley, where he killed two soldiers before getting pinned down by five other soldiers. He struggled until a man named Sesous jumped down from the roof, and killed the remaining soldiers. Sesous had heard of toads special abilities so he took the toad in. From there Faze was given two weapons, and trained to use his powers. He was there two years before Jaxes came to the house ( from there the bio is the same as Jaxes).

Name: Keldar, he is called Demon Spawn by his ememies and demons.

Age: 20

Race: Human/Demon

Sex: Male

Hair: Brown long spikey hair at Level One and Level Two, shoulder length black hair at Level Three

Eyes: Bright green at Level One, dark green at Level Two and blood red at Level Three

Weight: 162 lbs Level One, 178 lbs Level Two, 204 lbs Level Three

Height: 5 feet and six inches at Level One, 6 feet one inch at Level Two, 7 feet 8 inches at Level Three

Weapon: Keldar uses a magical katana called the Kihaku Hazumi, the katana is bound to his soul. Keldar can channel his magic power through the sword. This allows the blade to fire blasts of magic. The Kihaku Hazumi is indestructable unless Keldar is killed. If Keldar is killed than the blade will shatter leaving only the hilt. As Keldar's power grows so does the sword's. At Level Three the sword becomes his claws and he uses those as weapons instead.

Armour: He wears a light weight robe so his speed isn't reduced because of heavy clothing. He also wears a magical cape that gives him the ability to fly. This is the same for Level One and Two, at Level Three he grows so much that the robes rip and he is left with tattered bits of clothing.

Strengths: Keldar has incredible agility and is very cunning, stealthy, and book smart. He is also good with dark magic. His levels of power are also a great advantage in battle. He is also a very skilled swordsman. The fact that the Kihaku Hazumi is bound to his soul makes him even better a swordsman when he uses it.

Weaknesses: Keldar has the strength of an average human so if he is forced into close quarters combat with somone with more strength than the average human (so pretty much every chracter ever) he will be almost certainly defeated unless he uses magic or his katana. If he uses magic to the point when he runs out of energy he will collapse to the ground and fall unconsious until his energy returns. The longer he stays in any level besides Level One he looses energy. If he passes out from exhaustion he goes back to Level One.

Skills/Magic: Keldar is adept in dark magic and has three levels of power. He also carries The Book of Spells and Demons with him in a magical pocket he also carries The Demon Code Book with him in the pocket. If he has trouble with a spell or with a demon than he will consult the book. It is often carried on his person instead of in the magic pocket. Because he is part demon he is able to go through the Demon Gates and go into the Demon Realm. A more indepth description of the levels of power are shown below.

Level One: When in level one he looks like any normal human and posesses the powers listed above. He is mostly human in this form.

Level Two: In level two he grows a tail and small horns. His agility and magic skills increase 50%. His height and weight also increase. He is about half demon half human in this form. Keldar's will power is strong enough to control himself in this power form.

Level Three: In this form he becomes mostly demon and his agility and magic skills increase ten fold. His horns and tail increase in size and he grows large claws. His height and weight increase aswell. When in this form he sprouts wings from his back and can creat large gusts of wind with them. However in Level Three he cannot remember anything that he does in this state of power. He is also very quick to anger in this form and will rush into batle and kill without regret.

However, he does not possess the power to get to Level Three and doesn't even know he can increase his power like that. He could get to Level Two but he does not know he can and hasent done so yet.

Appearance: He wears a black robe and cape and usually wears no shoes or socks and just walk around in his bare feet all the time. He would only wear shoes for a formal occasion. He wears a simple rope belt to hold his robe in place. He has pale skin from lack of sunlight, but due to his recent travels he has gained a slight tan and looks less like a shut-in. While in Level One he looks like a normal human, even Level Two looks normal enough if he conceals his tail and horns. But at Level Three he is frightening to look at and would stick out like a sore thumb. If that thumb had horns, a tail and wings.

Personality: Keldar is kind, generous, and hungry for knoledge. He is also somewhat of a bragger and has a bit of an ego. He is friendly but prefers to travel alone. Many who meet him describe him as mysterious and secretive. However if you get to know him and get to the point when he trusts you than he will tell you almost anything. His personality is the same for Level One and Two but at Level Three he becomes malicious and angry.

Biography: Keldar is the result of the King of Demons coming to the surface world and impregnating a human. Only the King of Demons knows that Keldar is his son, but he keeps it secret because of the shame. Neither Keldar or his mom know who his father is. At the age of seven he was sent to a special academy for the gifted and learned of his magic abilites. He spent most of the next five years in the library studying magic and ancient lore. He became very good at dark magic. Through his studies he learned that he is part demon. He has made it his quest to find his father. He stayed at the academy until the age of eighteen, after he graduated from the academy he bgan his search for his father. As a result of his quest he travels the world searching for demon gates so he can summon the demons attached to them and find who his father is. Unofortunatly when he opens the gates and releases the demons he often has to fight them for them to give him any answers to his questions. His mother was in rapidly failing health due to a rare disease with no cure. Keldar briefly abandoned his quest and went to the village where he was born to be with his mother in her final days. A few days after his mothers death he resumed his search for his father. So far he has only opened one tenth of the Demon Gates in existance. Often the villages he visits require his demonic magic to help them. He has recently been given the ability to banish renegade demons by the Demon Council so he also must search for renegade demons that break the Demon Code. There is also a debate in the council whether or not to make Keldar an official Knight of the Council. If he becomes a knight for the council than he will be granted a seat at the council and some new powers. However, many demons hate him for the human blood that runs through his veins along with the demon blood. The debate has gone on for a year now and it doesn't look like it is going to stop anytime soon.

Name: Samantha Nabranu (she prefers Sam or Sammy)

Age: 15

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Cherry-blond hair and held back in a low ponytail

Eyes: Emerald

Weight: 115 lb

Height: 5’ 4”

Weapon: A white bow that’s just a bow. She also has a light blue sword that is made of a material that can create ice, such as pillars that can be used as a weapon or to protect her. The sword can also be used as a weapon itself. When it cuts, it leaves an icey injury that takes longer to heal than a normal one.

Armor:

Strengths: She is clever and is good at getting out of bad situations. She is a skilled swordswoman and archer. She is also very fast.

Weakness: She has a really bad temper and it often affects her actions. She takes a lot of damage when she is hit by spells and lacks good defense.

Skills/Magic:

Appearance: Sam is a fairly beautiful young girl. She has emerald eyes and short red hair. She wares a black tank top, short black skirt, and high black boots. She keeps her sword and bow strapped to her back and her quiver on a blue belt. She has a blue ribin tied around her neck and the mark of her pirate crew tattooed on her shoulder.

Personality: Sam is cheery and easygoing. She is rarely seen without a smile in her face. She keeps to herself most of the time, but is, at the same, time outgoing and makes friends easily. She is kindhearted and hates to see people in pain. She also is very lazy and often takes naps in the middle of the day. Even so, She longs for adventure and grows restless when doing the same thing for a long time.

Biography:
Sam was born in a small town in the middle of the desert as the daughter of a wealthy merchant with two older brothers. Her mother died when she was very young and her father supported the family alone. Because she was the only girl, she was raised the same as her brothers. Whatever they where taught she was taught as well. They learned archery and fencing.

When she was not training or studying with her brothers, she explored the city and the nearby desert. She always had a longing for adventure and searched for it everywhere. The city bored her most of the time. In the city she felt caged. The desert was the only place she felt free and at home. She spent most of her time exploring the sands and always found adventure.

Her father often traveled around and took his family with him. He hated having to take his children with him, but there was no one to take care of them back home. Sam enjoyed traveling and the places she saw. She learned how to navigate in the vast desert during these times.

When she was 10 her father remarried. His new wife insisted on turning into a “lady” and calling her Samantha. Sam was frustrated with her stepmother but put up with her anyway. The more she was pushed by her stepmother the less respect for authority she had. Eventually she was told she could no longer leave the city. This frustrated her even more and she grew rebellious. She lost all respect for anyone with authority over her. Her and her friends ran away for hours at a time, hiding in old houses or out in the desert. After a year of this her stepmother gave up and life went back to the way it was before, but Sam and her friends were seen as troublemakers from then on.

She soon grew restless and longed for more adventure. The sands that she had explored started to look small and empty. She joined a band of thieves who accepted her for her knowledge of the desert and her skills in archery and fencing.

She longed for even more adventure and joined a small group within the thieves. They broke away a few months later, killing most of the thieves in the process. They stole an air ship and became pirates. Sam became know and hated all over the desert area. She won over several of the pirates and then took over the ship, killing the old captain.

When she was 13 one of the machines that kept the ship in the air blew up. She was separated from her crew and lost her memory. All she could remember was her name and how to use her weapons. She now travels around the world trying to find a way to regain her memories.

I posted this character's profile here before, but it was a loooong time ago, plus I've edited her profile slightly. She was approved by Selah.


Name: Erani
Age: 18
Race: Centaur (half human, half horse)
Gender: Female
Hair Color/Style: Long and bluish black. Her tail is also bluish black. Her fur is dark brown.
Eye Color: Golden yellow
Weight: 400 lbs (hey, if a Centaur is half horse, it should weigh around this much)
Height: 5'5" to her back and 8'5" to the top of her head

Weapon: Erani wields a sword that has wavy edges. It is 3' long and the handle is navy blue. On the hilt there is a light blue gem called a sapphire. The hilt itself is curved on both sides like a spiral. The spirals point to the blade.

Armor: None. She uses her speed and agility to protect herself.

Strengths: With great speed and agility, Erani can easily dodge certain sword attacks such as the thrust, horizontal slice and vertical slice. She can also leap in the air and tackle the enemy with her strong hooves and use her hind legs to kick any enemies behind her. Another thing she can do is rear up on her hind legs and, with her sword pointing downward, come down with her hooves making a mighty bang on the ground, stabbing the enemy with a downward thrust. Erani also can do other sword attacks like the Dashing Thrust, which is where she uses her speed to dash into and drive her sword through the enemy. She can do the Leaping Thrust, which is where she drives her sword into the enemy while she's leaping over them.

Weaknesses: Despite her great speed and agility, Erani is vulnerable to arrows and fire. If hit with an arrow in one of her legs for example, she might not be able to run as fast as she normally would. If hit in one of her arms, she may drop her sword and be unable to use it. If hit with fire, Erani's skin and fur may be burned easily. She is also vulnerable to being wounded in her back. An enemy could easily jump on her back and stab it, though Erani will throw them off a few seconds later.

Skills/Magic: One of Erani's greatest skills is due to her size and strength. She can sometimes heavily wound enemies. Another skill she has is throwing. She can kick an enemy that's behind her and send them flying away or she can throw an enemy off her back if one has jumped there. Erani can also perform a special attack called Earthquake that takes away a lot of her energy. She would rear up on her hind legs and come down, making a loud crashing noise on the ground with her front hooves. The impact would cause the ground to shake, like in an earthquake. Erani doesn't have any magic abilities.

Appearance: Erani's body is the basic body of a horse. Hooves, a tail, and muscle. Her hooves are black and have no horseshoes. Her fur is dark brown and her tail bluish black. Her tail is 3'5" long and is a basic horse's tail. She's basically as muscular as a normal mare (female horse). Her skin from her waist up is brownish in color and has no fur. She wears no clothing except for a somewhat short sleeveless top that's made of light brown oak leaves. Around her waist is a belt that has a scabbard attached on the right to hold her sword. The belt and scabbard are navy blue in color. When fighting, she holds her sword in her right hand. She doesn't have anything on her arms or legs or the rest of her body.

Personality: Erani is usually kind hearted, but when she gets angry, she'll often attack the person that got her mad. And if she sees something she think is an enemy, she'll attack then too. She's kind to most animals and her own kind, but can also be annoying to some, considering she's got too much bravery and courage on her. Erani also enjoys chatting with friends and being humorous to them, but will also stop at nothing to protect those she cares about. One of her favorite things to do is race with other Centaurs. All that racing eventually gave her the great speed that she currently has. She also enjoys having jumping contests and playfights with her own kind, which eventually gave her the great agility she currently has.

Bio: Erani was born in a small herd of Centaurs that had been traveling away from the burned down forest in which they used to live. A bad thunderstorm had struck one day and lightning had lit a tree on fire and it spread throughout the forest. The herd scattered away, hoping to find safety. After most of the forest had been destroyed, it started raining and the fire was put out. The herd was forced to leave their home because there was not enough forest left for them to stay in. Tahiki Forest, as it was called by the Centaurs, was never forgotten by them, however. Erani was born only weeks after they first left and as she grew, she got curious about the place. She was asking her mother about it.

"Can it grow back?" Erani asked. Her mother looked at her with a little sadness in her eyes.

"Yes, but I don't know if we'll ever go back," she said. "Trees take years and years to grow."

"Ooh. They must grow real tall then, huh?" Erani wondered.

"Yep."

Erani was an only child. She didn't mind it too much, though, because when she was ten years old, the herd finally found a new place to live. It was another forest that looked similar to Tahiki, but greener and more peaceful looking and the Centaurs thought it would make a good home. Eventually, they grew to like the place, but still didn't forget about their old home. Erani eventually met two other young Centaurs, name Jolie and Ceto. Jolie was somewhat timid and cowardly, but she could still stand up to bad things sometimes. Ceto, although braver than Jolie, was shy and really never said much when he first met her and Erani. They eventually became good friends and played games with each other such as tag. They also raced together, although Ceto almost always won, as he was the fastest, only tripping sometimes and letting either Erani or Jolie win. They would also have jumping contests and playfights to see who could jump the highest or fight the best. Jolie ended up being the best jumper and Erani the best at agility. Erani guessed all that zigzagging around the forest when she was younger actually did one good thing for her.

When she was 13, Erani's father entrusted her with the sword that she now wields. She was fascinated by the way it looked. It was her favorite color too. And the sapphire in the middle was a pretty sight.

"Erani," her father said to her. "Take this blade. It's been passed down in our family for generations and you're now old enough to wield it. In our herd, one family is given the job of protecting everybody and that is our family. It's now your turn to learn the ways of the sword."

"Yes, Dad," Erani replied. "I won't let you down." Erani smiled at her father. Her father smiled back.

"That's my girl," he said. "The one who taught our family how to fight with this weapon is the elder, Tiko. You should go see him." Erani nodded.

After meeting Tiko for the first time, Erani got to know him pretty well as he was teaching her sword skills. He taught her basic skills such as horizontal and vertical slices, the thrust, and their own form of the jump attack. Erani also learned the unique attacks of the Centaur, which was the Dashing Thrust, tackling, the Hind Kick, and the Leaping Thrust. By the time she turned 18, Erani was nearly a pro at these attacks. But one day...

As Erani was on a walk through the forest, she met a strange creature that looked like a person made of wood with hay as a face. A Dryad. The Dryad asked who she was.

"I'm Erani," she said. "Who are you?" The Dryad just looked at her for a couple seconds then answered her name.

"My name is Anie," she said. "Hm, you must be a Centaur. We Dryads haven't seen them around here in a long time."

"Oh, my herd has only been here for eight years. Our old home was burned down only weeks before I was born," Erani explained. "Then we found this place."

"Really? Then you've come to live in the right place," Anie responded. "You see, this forest is enchanted. Danger has never lurked around here. Whoever comes to live here is safe forever."

"Wow," Erani commented. "My herd has to know about this."

"Oh, yes they should," Anie agreed. "You should go tell them right away."

Erani nodded and ran off to her herd. If they were protected forever in this forest, that means her family wouldn't need to protect them and Erani could go on adventure. When she reached her herd, she told them the good news. She told them about Anie and how she would like to be on her own too.
However, the herd wasn't sure whether to believe what Anie said was true. Erani was able to convince them. She said explained that the forest being enchanted has to be the reason why the place looked so green and peaceful. Erani also said she never found anything that would be a predator or enemy. The herd decided to take her word for it. Even Jolie and Ceto, who were also grown up now, decided to believe what Anie said.

After Erani explained that since she was not needed to protect the herd, she wanted to leave and be on her own.

"But..." Jolie said, starting to feel sad. "Ceto and I don't want you to go! We'll miss you too much!"

"We will," Ceto added. He walked up to Erani. "I need to tell you something before you leave, though, Erani."

"Yes?" Erani said.

"Well...when we were 14, you know how I helped you when you cut your leg on a sharp piece of wood, right?" Ceto asked.

"Yeah."

"Well, um...I fell in love with you then," Ceto told her. "Your beauty and your kindness. I just couldn't resist. I'd been too shy to tell you, though." Erani smiled.

"Aw, you're sweet," she said. "I think I fell in love too. I couldn't resist your kindness or even your handsomeness either." It was Ceto's turn to smile. He felt so happy, he leaned over and kissed Erani. Erani's parent's smiled at the sight. They were proud of their daughter for finding true love.

After they finished, Ceto just looked at Erani.

"Good bye, Erani," he said. "Perhaps we'll meet again someday."

"Yes, perhaps," Erani added. The herd then waved good bye to her and she started on her way. After she was outside the forest, she started on her travels.

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Name: Esdon Quicksword (advice you don’t use his real name)

Nickname: The Hunter (use this name if you wish to live)

Age: 20

Race: Paladin (A race that can't die of old age but can fall by phsical injuries. Paladins are also 5x stronger & faster than a normal person)

Sex: Male

Hair colour/style: Blue medium length.

Eyes: Light Blue

Weight: 70kg

Height: 1m90cm

Weapons: x2 medium length swords on hips, x50 throwing daggers held on straps on legs, x2 short Swords Strapped to lower legs, Long Sword on Back, Bow & quiver with 50 arrows, Blades concealed in boots & gloves.

Armour: Shoulder plates, Hip Plates, Chain mail beneath Clothing, white with gold trim pants & top, Boots, Gloves.

Strengths: Smart, Fast, Courageous, But Relies on relentless combo’s not sheer strength to take out an opponent. He is skill with virtually any weapon and is deadly accurate with his bow and his swords. He often fits blade together and creates double ended weapons allowing for devastating results.

Weakness: Fears Being Eaten Alive by giant creature eg. Dragon or Giant. Also due to being light magic based is weak aganist shadow spells. Paladins reliy on speed to avoid hits because there blood can't clot fast.(He can't stop himself bleeding quickly)

Magic & Abilities: Heal'a (Heals injuries), Garse’a (fires orb of focused light), Sardam (fires focused beam of light cutting through foes.), Coban Devack (Large Bomb of light which sucks in foes in badly injury’s them but leaves user tired), Fairy blade (fires a white beam of heat from sword which slice through foes & objects in the way). He also has the ability to focus light into solid & moving objects eg.wings & weapons.( max flight speed is about 1200 miles an hour.)

Appearance: Light blue hair that’s medium length with a long fringe that often blocks his pointed ears from view. He has a slim & streamline face but he’s handsome. He has a skinny body with an average amount of muscles. He wears a cloke that is white with a gold trim which matches his top & pants. He has normal brown leather boots & gloves. He wears shoulder and hip plate armour that’s white with gold trim. He wears a necklace that has a light blue crystal on it that has a shield spell charmed into it that he can activate at will.

Personality: Kind & caring but serious when it come to fighting & planning but is more relaxed at other times. He prefers to take a light side approach to things & only kills other people if he has too (But will kill monsters on sight).

Biography: After his village was attack & his family killed when he was young he was taken in be a travelling Gladiator group. He was trained to fight from a young age & was very skill in all means of combat.

Later when he turned 14 the band was attack by a mysterious creature killing or injuring all. After this attack he set off to slay the beast & bring honour back to his group he found this creature was only a servant to an evil warlock who wished to destroy the world. After hearing this he leaped in and destroyed the beast and the warlock quickly.

After this he left the group of fighters and set out to destroy the evil in the world. During his travels he has found a friend a blue eagle named Stri who is his trusted friend and his early warning to nearby foes.

After six years many monsters have fallen under his blades & creatures of evil have been destroyed as easily as a swing of a sword, he still continues his quest trying to destroy evil but after saving the world several times he finds killing monsters easy.

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Name: Viratious (Vere-At-She-Us)

Age: 11

Race: Iri (Ere-I), a human that escaped into the Irise (Ere-ish) dimension or was born there.

Sex: Male

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Depends on mood

Weight: 120 Pounds

Height: 6'2

Weapon: Magic, Body
Armor: He wears no armour as he has many defensive traits, but he does occasionally wear and enchanted hooded robe.

Strengths: Viratious is able to do magic and has created his own fighting style. He is also very intellegent and can quickly fix a plan if something goes wrong with it.

Weakness: Although Viratious is strong against magic, if he is physically hit or harmed, he will be in a great disadvantage and in much more pain than normal beings.

Skills/Magic: Viratious knows and has invented many fire spells, water spells, dark spells, and battle spells. He also has a marking that lets him used evolved versions of magic (fire to lava, water to ice, ect. ect.).

Appearance: Viratious is shirtless, but wears cloth pants and has many ancient and magical markings all over his body. He is a little muscular and is able to defend himself physically if needed, though not for long. Viratious also has two toes that are stuck together on each foot (the two next to the biggest toe)

Personality: Viratious is usually gentle and kind, but he's usually determined and rarley gives up until the bitter end (in his head). To enemies he will be mean, and if he feels threatned he will many times become very violent.

Biography:
Viratious was born in a dimension that was a hiding place for an army that was being threatened with total death. At an early age, (2, to be exact) his father and mother both died because they got in a fight with a very powerful magician. All he has to remember them is the markings his father gave him, an enchanted robe that he can summon anytime, and the intellegence he inheireted.
At the age of nine, Viratious was sent out to our dimension on a mission, all the others on the misson died fighting others with ancient magic that were a threat to the goal of the mission. Viratious escaped and lived hidden under a bridge for a year, he never knew that above the bridge were many empty houses not being sold, so during which time he started inventing a way of physical fighting. He became an enemy to society and half a month later by attempting to steal from and kill the former president, so he escaped to a dimension that people knew as the Interdimension Palace.
He lived in the Interdimension Palace battling to live for the rest of the year until he was eleven, when the Great D-War ended. He hid himself in the coldest place there, not knowing that the war was over and thought there would be a major enemy attack any minute! He hid only to be discovered by surviving enemies of his a half a year later. He killed them all and is still hiding out in the coldest place in the Interdimension Palace, not knowing that the war is over.

This character seems sick bro....Nice...

Approved by LadyElvenarcher.
Name: She has many names, but one name that is her true name. However only those close to her will hear her name.

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown.

Height: 4.9ft

Weight: Unknown (She's a girl, come on)

Appearance:
Eyes: Her eyes are as blue as the morning sun, but when she is upset they change as orange as the sky when the sun sets in the evening.

Hair: Her hair shines in the sunlight and glows in the moonlight. It's soft, clean hair. She keeps it brushed well. It's long, and very thin hair, but strong. She keeps her hair clean and as healthy as possible. She never cuts it, it's grown to be as long as to her thighs.

Body: She has a very petite body, but round as well, curves in all the right places. Though she may be short, she is very mature. Though often it may not seem it. She has a scar on her belly, just above her bellybutton.

Apparel: Often she will wear clothing that she makes herself. Though it would likely make her appear mysterious to people. Most of the time it is dresses and veils, or meshes. But occasionally she'll wear jeans or pants, shorts. T-shirts and tank-tops and such.

Personality: She is a sorrowful person, rarely smile or laughs. Often she would ignore people and zone out to her own little world. Due to her troublesome history she tries not to stand out. There are hardly any reasons for her to feel happy anymore, and she believes it to be that way forever.

~Not battle related, but more physical, normal life.~
Strength: She is a fighter, refuses to believe things to be true.
Weakness: Often that can cause her trouble.

Strength: She is not afraid of people. Not many people can bother her. Unless they mention killing, or death.
Weakness: She can also get herself into trouble for not being afraid of certain people.

Weakness: She would never let an animal die, or be harmed, if it is in her power to help it. And normally she would try to make it in her power to help the creature, with all of her being.

~Not battle related.~
Skills: She is a fast girl, can get herself out of most things. And due to her small size. She can squeeze through, or under things.

She has a sense of hope that very few, to no people have. Since she refuses to accept things, she often will not let things happen, or at least try as hard as she can to keep them from happening.

~Now here's the interesting part~Can't assure you it will be very long.~
History: She was born to a Mother of two children, two boys. The first two were born from the Mother's husband. But he walked out on her after the second. She was the child of a freeloader, who fell in love with her mother.

The freeloader eventually left, and her Mother was torn inside-out.
After birth, her Mother turned for the worse, however. Her Mother made it through her illness and came back strong.

Several years had passed since the girl was born, at the age of six her older brother had been hospitalized due to a drunk driver. She stayed by his bed morning-to-night. Refusing to accept him leaving. She had grown fond of both of her brothers.

A few days passed, and in the morning of a cold winter day. The young girl, with her head lying on the bed of her brother woke up. There he was. Before her very eyes. His eyes were open and he was sitting up, looking at her.

"I'm glad I get to say good-bye to you before I go," the little boy said to his younger sister.

Tears coming from the girl's eyes she took his hand. "You can not go, what about Mommy? What about her? You do not want to leave her."

He smiled as he put his other hand on her's. "You are with Mommy right? You will take care of her, and so will Zack, right?"

"Yes I will take care of Mommy! But I do not want you to go..."

The little boy looked at her and whiped the tears from her face. "Everyone has to leave this earth some time, you know," he said. "This is my time, even though it came a little early."

She cried and put her head on her brother's death bed.
He put his hand on the back of her head and rubbed it.
He died that night, after her mother took her home.

Several years passed and her other brother died of an illness. Her mother had also died a few years after him.

She was alone, and now refused to get close to anyone again. Eventually she managed to sell the house. And gave the money to a Church fund, so that it could afford to help children.

The only friend the girl had was a kitten that followed her around. Though she only fed it, now and then. She didn't want to get close to it, and lose it too.

Not many people have heard of the girl anymore, some believe maybe she is dead, or has moved on to relatives in another country. Though she is still very alive and well, in her home town in Japan.
~
One dark night, the moon high, the stars out, not a cloud in the sky.

A young girl stood atop the hill overlooking the town, brushing her hand through her hair. Wearing a white dress that would flow as the gentle breeze filled the sky. Blossoms from the cherry blossom trees filled the air as the wind blew harder, then softer.

"What is life?" The girl asked herself. Holding a cat in her hands. "How do I find it... Who will show it to me?"

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Yeah I don't know how bad I screwed up the History or not but it's informative... I think...

Anyway I hope whoever looks at this finds it nice.