Character List

Name: Eruestan Fourwing

Age: 27

Race: Shadow

Class: Fighter

Occupation: Wherever needed

Sex: Male

Hair: His hair is utter black, along with the rest of his body, though it shows to be somewhat curly, though it doesn't go passed most of his neck.

Eyes: White, Purple cornea, and a black pupil. Eyes eyes are somewhat big for his size.

Weight: 6 lb.

Height: 1 foot

Weapons: He holds a slight power in his arm he stole from an ancient wizard, he can summon some cursing spells, but that's basically it.

Clothing: A slightly large head cloth tied around him like a toga.

Strengths: He can mix in with shadows, there by allowing him to get to areas quickly (Not the mile in two seconds type quick) He can also float. He is a determined one, backing down from a fight is something he doesn't accept, and he can morph his arms, only a bit, as to just make them a tad stronger if he was about to get his head sliced clean off.

Weakness: He's small, he may be able to hide the shadows, but who never said he couldn't be rooted out? He can be easily angered, causing some of his attacks to be clumsy. He is also small, a single blow from a sword can easily cut through him. He's also not to good at blocking, dodging is one thing, but blocking is defiantly a problem.

Appearance: He floats in mid air, he is utter black in a red head cloth tied as a toga. His purple and white eyes seemed to glow. His facial features were hard to see due to the fact the shadow was blocking a lot of natural shade. He was somewhat frail, his ribs slightly showed under the skin. His arms were a little strong, and almost looked longer than his legs at a distance.

Personality: He's nice to most, but is easily angered. Once someone becomes an enemy, they stay an enemy. Though sometimes, he can change, causing him to want to be friends with enemies, though this is a rare thing. He loves to fool around, he never gives up on something that his, and he's not very loyal to most authority above him, unless he can trust them.

Biography: Eruestan was a leader of a gang of him and his friends, he was never the sharpest tool in the box though, though his friends forgave him for it.

He went on many adventures with them, across the seas, and lands. But, he began having relationship problems with his fiance, slowly he got the idea he was wanted to be killed by his friends. His anger issues made him freak and want to be alone, and eat less.

He treated them horrible, got on and yelled at them for the slightest little things as he grew more and more insane.

Eventually his fiance left him for another man, and began to yell at him back. So he attacked, when he did this his gang turned on him. It was along battle, his power was great, and they kept injuring him, but he just seemed to come back for more. When they defeated him, he still had power within his body.

He wasn't killed, so this gave time for an evil wizard known as Orga to bring him to a realm known as Orga's Eye.

A gang member found out about this, a loyal one, and he used the powers of shadow to break Eruestan out, and Eruestan became a shadow, he was very small, about three inches, and the loyal gang member kept him hidden, eventually Eruestan grew in size a bit, a bid his friend farewell. He'd now start his life over, and now not being insane, he sought to kill Orga.

Turns out I never posted WInona in here:

Winona Balthier - The Rogue Elder

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Name: Winona Balthier (Win-own-a Ball-thee-er)

Age: 89 (Appears to be about 8)

Gender: Female

Race: Winona belongs to the proud and elusive race of the Strael. Almost all of them dwell in the clouds, where they have cities, castles and all manner of civilized things. Being totally resistant to the sun, the Strael have deathly pale skin that is feared among the few people that have caught a glimpse of them. Each of them also has a “star-child” who they meet when reaching maturity.

Eye colour: Both of her eyes are pale, cloudy grey with little white behind them and tiny pupils. Almost all of the Strael have eyes like this.

Hair: Winona’s hair flows softly down to the middle of her back. It is the colour of chestnuts with a smell to match. She tries as hard as she can to keep it perfectly straight, but balances the formality with some brightly-coloured polka-dot ribbons throughout it.

Height: 4’ 8”

Weight: 104 pounds

Weapon: Winona’s one and only weapon is somewhat peculiar: a small black and white cat that augments her magical abilities. This is Cassidy, Winona’s Star Child. As well as greatly increasing Winona’s magical potential, Cassidy can – to some extent - sing a few spells himself or distract enemies.

Armour: Winona has three bands that act as her armour: a thick, purple circlet that lessens the pain of blunt blows; a thinner, yellow band that protects her from weaker sharp attacks and an extremely thin, gold anklet that absorbs magical energy. Her two physical bands she wears quite often because of their pretty looks, but she tends to wear the anklet less because it spoils her nice girl façade.

Strengths: The Strael are very adept with magic and can deal strong blows with simple spells. Being an elder of spell-singing, Winona is particularly good. Her young appearance can often get Winona out of unwanted battles and she finds that a big enough pout will get what she wants among the dimmer humans. The bands that the girl wears are quite strong, even if they seem to offer no defence. She has great magical stamina and can sing several spells before growing faint.

Weaknesses: No amount of magical bands can ever make up for Winona’s extremely young physical age. Because of her youthful body, Winona is rather slow and could not withstand even the weakest blow without her bands. In a close-ranged, physical fight Winona has almost no means of defending herself other than some defensive spells and whatever offensive spell she can think of at the time.

Magic: Winona can cast her spells alone, but is aided by Cassidy offering aid through telepathic communication. Each of these spells can be cast upon Cassidy who then inflicts it an enemy when he can get closer.

Fire: The first of the four elements Winona controls, fire is the most volatile. She uses it mostly in close-ranged combat, often casting burns and the like on Cassidy. Her attacks with this element normally consist of fireballs or projectile weapons.

Water: Water is the strongest of Winona’s spells, for she has practiced the most with it and revealed more forms of water than any other spell of hers. With water though, Winona must be near a source of it to harness its awesome power. Her most common form of water is sending waves to wind an enemy or knock them off course. She can also create whips of it and knock an enemy down with its power. Ice too, can be harnessed with this element and Winona takes full advantage of it. She can trap foes in a block of ice by sending water spiralling at them and changing its form. Or, she can use it as a projectile weapon and send disks, balls or bullets of ice at her foe.

Earth: Winona is new with this element but is fast learning to harness it. She currently uses it to gain height over her enemies or distance themselves from them while casting more offensive spells. She is however, known to send huge shards of rock flying towards an enemy or wrap an enemy in stone until their breathing stops.

Wind: The girl enjoys using wind more than anything else, for the forms it takes are simply amazing. She can summon up a whirlwind to engulf her enemy or lift her to amazing heights with this element. Winona also uses it to propel her projectile weapons faster and further towards her enemies. Wind can also take the form of a defensive spell by casting a volatile bubble around her that propels all assailants far away.

Green Frenzy: Her opponent becomes sickeningly dizzy and loses control of their limbs. These volatile effects wear off in a few seconds but foes have been known to see everything in various shades of green for hours after the spell is cast.

Force: This is essentially, a force field. But instead of protecting Winona from attacks a faint grey bubble expands around her, pushing away foes. Winona can choose herself when to stop the spell, but it obviously has limits as to how far it can go.

Strike Strike is, put bluntly, pain. The can be used to devastate foes or simply to escape from an assailant. Winona simply outstretches her hand and a wavy spear of energy will fly towards her foes, cracking weaker shields and harming unprotected enemies. Striker is not a physical spell though, for blood is not emitted from any of the wounds; the spell just damages enemies’ life.

Appearance: Winona looks like your typical girly girl, with a love of bows, pretty dresses and hair products. On her feet she wears a pair of simple white sandals with dainty straps to keep them on her feet. The girl’s legs are unnaturally pale, just like her arms and face. She wears a frilly purple dress that extends down to her knees and when travelling, puts a red cape over it. As I have already said, her arms have a couple of bangles on them, which help make her look a little older.

Winona’s features are sharp and full of knowledge, from her eternally pursed lips to her sharp nose. She has quite a round face, offsetting her otherwise sharp features. Her small lips are a faint pink and her nose is sharp, but doesn’t hook. Winona’s big grey eyes give her face an almost un-dead character. Her hair follows along with her formal face by being completely straight; although she does put some bows in it.

Personality: Winona’s youthful looks and cynic age are always fighting with each other, so there are almost two sides to the strange little girl. On one hand, we have a dangerously sarcastic prune that treats everybody inferiorly and would happily walk over anyone. On the other: a poisonously sweet girl that isn’t afraid to stamp her feet. Most of the time the little war going on inside her is subdued, but she can occasionally burst out almost schizophrenically. She can be cold and unforgiving at times, even to her closest friends and family. She isn’t a trustworthy person either, because she puts her values over anyone else’s. When in conversation the girl’s answers are strong and direct. She often tries to sway others’ opinions in order to achieve her own goals. As a result, the girl has few friends. She is very manipulative too, which is where her sweet side is allowed to come into play.

History of the Strael people

The Strael began their existence around the same time as their human neighbours. The first Straels bore four children, males, which became the fathers of the four countries. At this time, the Strael race bore no resemblance to the humans that dwelled below; but slowly and surely, as each of the four Strael brothers fell in love with human women and bore children, the two races became more alike. The Strael of course, were still superior, but they resembled the humans nonetheless.

The four countries, Treia, Nork, Delva and Sahle fast grew their own laws and diplomacies, monarchies and corruptions, and it was only natural that war would ensue. Nork was the first to give in to fighting by launching attacks on Delva, their foes. Neither was victorious until the armies of Treia joined Nork and defeated the people of Delva. In retaliation against their fellow savage countrymen, Sahle brought a fiery onslaught down on both Nork and Treia. Naturally, they replied with more carnage until the entire Overworld was in chaos. This world of fighting and pain was the one that Winona was born into.

Bio:

“Just one more story!” a four year-old Winona Balthier whined. “You owe it to me after cooping me up in a boring old house for so long.” The little Strael folded her arms grumpily and closed her eyes; willing the inevitable story to come. Her bedroom was lavishly furnished with girly necessities: an overly expensive dressing table with compartments for accessories; immaculate china dolls sporting various cultural gowns; teddy bears and plush toys with eerily permanent smiles. Being sole daughter of one of the richest Houses in Sahle however, Winona hardly noticed the wealth surrounding her.

“Alright then,” the nanny finally exclaimed from exhaustion. “What shall it be, Princess?” The pet name brought a sly smile to Winona’s face and she chose one of the many idiotic tales of princesses and dragons that Nanny had so reluctantly memorised. The tired woman rattled though the foolish tale, eagerly awaiting the soft breathing of a girl that has fallen asleep. It took longer than usual this time – probably due to the lack of activity in Winona’s day – but towards the end the little girl’s shoulders drooped in sleep and Nanny slipped out, unnoticed.

Once out of earshot, Nanny allowed herself a shallow breath and solemnly slid down the lavish stairs. “Her aura is growing too stronger,” she whispered to the girl’s parents as she rounded into the Gathering Room.

“Well what can we do to stop it?” Winona’s worried mother squeaked. “Before long she’ll be a danger to herself and others!”

“We wait.” The knowledgeable nanny replied. “And hold on to her childhood for as long as possible. But what of the father? Does he know of his daughter’s immense magical potential?”

“Of course not. He’s too busy keeping are finances respectable.”

“Well then, may I suggest a good night sleep? They have been known to cure every affliction under the sun.”

“Wise words indeed, Nanny. Words that I shall pay heed to.” With that, the stressed woman walked elegantly up the two flights of her stairs to her master bedroom. The door closed with a slight push of air, and then Nanny was alone.


**** Four years later****


“Greater conflict in southern Delva!” cried a paper-boy as Winona walked past. “Massacred said to rank those of the Delvan genocide!” A pang of fear struck Winona’s heart. Growing up in a war-torn country and greatly matured her, but not to the point of acting out. She felt helpless having not reached Maturity, especially since her powers were going to be so strong. Or at least, that’s what Nanny said. All she had to do during this war was hide and go to school.

A chill wind tore threw Winona’s impractical coat and into her fragile bones. She let out a cry of torment and broke into a horrible trudge back to the manor. Rain started plodding down before long and the trudge became a dash for shelter and warmth. Managing to outrun most of the rain, Winona gave an exaggerated shiver as she burst threw the doors of the mansion. The little girl stormed up to her room to change while exchanging ruffled glances with Nanny. The woman swiftly set about mopping up the dirty puddle brought in by Winona’s wet boots, but stopped at a glance from the outside world: the powerfully close sun shone brightly on the busy town and any precipitation that had taken place would have been dried up in minutes. How then, did Winona manage to come in looking like a flood victim?

The answer hit her like a ten-ton weight crashing on her shoulders. Immediately abandoning the mop, she half-ran up the few stairs to Winona’s bedroom. She pushed the door open with all the strength she possessed, crashing it against Winona’s wall.

Too late.

The little girl sat blankly at on the pink bed, staring down at one of her many plush toys. It was Cassidy the cat, a favourite of Winona’s in her junior years. “Winona, Princess?” Nanny called sweetly, not letting fear escape form her lips. “Why don’t you put that old toy down? I’ve prepared a snack for you in the grand kitchen.”

“I’m not hungry,” the girl replied in a monotone voice.

“Well at least let go of that silly toy. It’s for babies.”

“But I don’t want to.” With those words Winona stood up vacantly and gave Nanny a little push to usher her out. The door shut firmly behind her.

“Oh, my Winona,” Nanny worried. “What have you gotten into this time?”


**** Two days later ****


“There are no signs of Eruption,” said the plain spell-singer to Winona’s parents. “But I think it’s time we took Winona to the Source.” Winona’s mother let out a faint whimper, but did not object. The Source was a store of great magical knowledge used for training novice spell-singers in the arts of magic and educating them on the effects of Maturity. “If there are no objections, I will come back tomorrow for Winona and she will stay with us until we are sure an Eruption is no longer possible. After that, we’ll leave Winona to decide if she wishes to pursue spell-singing as a career.”

“Thank you, Sir. We will have Winona ready at noon tomorrow.”


****


“So Cassidy, what do you think of that news?” Winona shut the door to her bedroom silently, wishing to review the situation privately. Cassidy had only been her friend for two days, but already she felt a fierce bond between them. “Learning magic could be fun, but I’m sure there’ll be lots of boring parts too.

“It has to be better than this monotony,” the animated cat replied. “Aren’t you bored of mediocrity? This could be your chance to aid the soldiers at war and reach your full potential.”

“That does sound good,” Winona mused. “But it will be my first time doing things for myself.”

“You’ll soon learn,” her companion replied. “I’ve seen how bright you are.


****


Winona stood gingerly at the gates of an enormous establishment. Cassidy sat on her shoulder offering much-needed emotional support while a little bag was slung over the other, containing only her most prized possessions. The rest of her things were dragged along behind her by Nanny and a handful of movers. She took a timid step forward and peered across the threshold: immensely architectural buildings and looming offices surrounded her. Never before had the little girl seen such a place. Before the buildings though, stood countless curious Strael children discussing the newcomer quietly.

“Enough dawdling,” Nanny snorted. “I have more things to do today than wait for you to make a move. Your parents have employed me as housekeeper.” Winona gave a faintly warm smile and obliged the woman’s wishes, slowly walking towards the central building of the huge place. “We need a room please,” Nanny told the receptionist as the got to the foyer of the first building. The young woman that answered handed Winona a faintly rusted a key with a small red signet engraved on the centre. A new-looking key ring hung off it, attaching a small badge with the number ‘332’ to the key. Winona curtsied politely and walked off.

Her new home was modest, to put it in a polite way. A small, brown bed lay in the centre, with a little wardrobe and a bedside table beside it. A plain dressing table sat opposite to the little bed, and across from that was an equally “modest” en suite bathroom. Winona took one look around and made face to Nanny. “Can’t you make it any better?” Nanny rolled her eyes.

“You only have to be here when you sleep. From what I’ve heard they have some games rooms, a library and other really fun things. Can’t you just try to be content with it?”

“Okay,” the spoilt girl replied with a pout. “But I’m still going to fix it up.”

“That’s fine. But we’ll have to be going now,” the tired woman said with a weak smile. She extended her arms to hug Winona and then closed the little door.

“Do you think it’s liveable?” asked Winona’s furry companion.

“It obviously needs some work,” she replied smartly. “But I could maybe survive.


****


Winona gave a sigh of relief as the final Source bell of her life chimed. Twelve years had passed since she had first joined the Source, and her magical powers had grown exponentially. What lay ahead was more important however, for she finally had to make a career choice. Three were three fields of magic that one could pursue: political involvement in society by becoming a lesser Elder; patriotic involvement by becoming a War Mage; or community involvement by overseeing events in her own town and using her powers to strengthen the community’s bonds. She had received countless career talks as to which path she would like to follow, but she still hadn’t made her mind up.

“What do you think, Cassidy?” she asked her ever-wise companion.

“From the day I met you I knew your powers would be amazing. With them, in fact, you could really help to end the Overworld War. I think that you should become a War Mage and fight for all Straels’ freedom from this nightmare.” Winona nodded in approval. “

“Alright, then. That means I’ll need to enlist in the Overworld Wars.”


****Ten years later****


“Stations, everyone!” chimed the skirmish overseer. Ten years had passed and the raging war was still no closer to ending. Winona had remained resolute however, and had remained a faithful weapon of the Sahle armies. She positioned herself in her usual spot at the back of the crowd, readying herself for the inevitable onslaught on her mind that these battles brought on. Cassidy extended his strength towards her and she offered a mutter of thanks. “Charge!” the impolite overseer called. Winona immediately raised herself off the ground and scanned the battlefield for potentially danger enemies. Spotting one, she threw a fierce ball of flame down at the opposing mage, leaving him burnt and gasping for breath. She lowered herself a little and threw out a force beam, knocking down several opponents. Just as planned, many of her fellow soldiers swooped in to finish them off. Is this really helping anyone? she asked Cassidy in her mind. Wouldn’t I have helped more people by becoming an elder?

Perhaps war is your key to getting political power, the little cat replied. Try showing off as much as possible and then present your idea to the elders.

That sounds good, but for now I’ll focus on the skirmish. The war mage sent out a fatal strike to a nearby foe, contorting his face into a deathly scene. Her troop soon won the battle and went parading back to camp. But the whole way back, Winona had thoughts of take-over on her mind.


****


“We need to be focusing on ending this war more than winning it!” Winona called out. Her voice rang through the courtroom, angering the faces of some and bringing enlightened smiles to others. A human would have laughed at the confusing scene – an 8 year-old child barking political ideas to much older men and women. She had fast become a rising elder, eventually becoming the youngest ever Mage Elder at only 58. Political debate had made her mind age much quicker than she would have liked, making the once sweet and spoilt little girl nearly fade to make room for a manipulative, persuasive elder who cared about no views but her own.

“And since the elders of Nork and Treia are so unreasonable on the subject of truce, power is the way to go about it! A propose that my star-child and I embark on a venture to find such a power that will end the Overworld Wars.” Several voices cried out in protest.

“But how will Sahle keep its defences up with our senior Mage Elder gone?” accused one of the many enraged on-lookers.

“Surely our mighty country can fend for itself for a little while,” Winona answered back. “Or do you have no faith in your own country?” The other woman quickly sat down in defeat. Suddenly the three other senior elders stood up from their higher seats in unison.

“I am afraid we cannot leave our country so unprotected,” said the closest one. He was a bald man that had chosen to mature at a very late age. “Sahle’s well-being comes before any searches for power and surrender. There was nothing Winona could say to change the minds of her fellow elders - years in this position had taught her that. So she simply sat down in her central chair as the political meeting was adjourned.


****


“Are you coming, Cassidy?” Winona whispered angrily. “Those old fools have lived to long to see the country’s best interests.

“I’m not sure about this, Winona. Treason is an unforgivable crime.”

“You’re either with me or against me.” In answer, the cat jumped onto Winona’s shoulder as she stepped out of her elegant room. The elder halls were silent – exactly what Winona wanted to hear. She shut the door silently behind her and strung a red cloak over her dress. Her position in Sahle had taken her only so far, it would seem that ending this war was now a personal endeavour.
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Well I'll be, Heishuro isn't in here, either.

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Name: Heishuro Maruchi

Age: 22

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Zodiac sign: Aries (April 2nd)

Hand and feet preference: Both right, although his left foot isn’t far behind his right.

Hair: Black (tied back into a small ponytail)

Eyes: Hazel, with a lightning strike tattoo narrowly missing his left one.

Weight: 200lb

Height: 5’9”

Weapon: Heishuro wields a pair of Nunchaku called Xuriken (Sure-ee-ken) . They are made from steel and are linked to Heishuro’s soul. This is the only weapon that allows him to use magic through. The bones in his feet are made from strong steel, due to an accident he had when he was five. (see bio)

Armour: Heishuro relies more on speed to keep him out of harms way, so apart from his red leather amour, he has no protection.

Strengths: Heishuro is fast, agile, strong and extremely fit. A blackbelt in the Japanese Martial Arts; (Budō) he was proclaimed as "The World's Greatest," in Budō, Karate, Jujitsu and Ninjitsu. Though he combined all his skills into his own unique fighting style; with which he won the World Martial Art’s championship with.

He wields Xuriken powerfully. He is also very adept at kicks, so he tries different combinations of nunchaku and kicking attacks. His expertise stretches fully across weapons and striking training, though his grappling isn’t up to his high standards; although his grapples would be considered exceptional to others.

His nunchaku allows him to use magic through the weapon. He can conjure any inanimate object or summon elements to his advantage. He does it as he thinks of it. He is actually an avid magician, but he needs his nunchaku to be able to do anything. This is because the magical genes in his blood can only be awoken with a magical outlet. He cannot be separated with his nunchaku, if either he or the weapon moves away, the other moves with him.

He can control and create Fire, Water, Darkness, Light, Earth and Wind. But perhaps his strongest feature is his mind. Although not particularly intelligent, his imagination works well with his magic.

Weakness: He is young, naïve and cocky. He thinks he is better than everyone and makes enemies easily. He’ll make simple mistakes and never admit he is wrong.

He gets angry easily and that will cause him to make even more mistakes. He also has no real protection, although he can dish out the punishment, he seldom doesn’t receive any back.

His reluctance is perhaps his most vulnerable point. Although he will kill; it may take needless justification and mental battles.

Skills/Magic: He has a variety of signature techniques and skills for his nunchaku, although these are but the most common of them:

Stances:

Rage Stance: Heishuro constantly moves Xuriken in this stance, making it easy to attack. He can attack quickly and unpredictably in this stance, although he can’t deal with attack’s as well.

Defensive Stance: This time Heishuro pulls the nunchucks away from one another, making the chain tense and tight. This makes is easier to block attacks but harder to attack.

Balanced Stance: This is Heishuro’s most common stance, he will start any battle in this stance. He juggles the two nunchucks in each hand. He can quickly switch to each stance from this and it gives a nice balance of defence and offence.

Special blows:

Double blow: Heishuro grabs the chain of Xuriken, so when he swings them, both nunchucks can strike the enemy.

Knock down: He swings a nunchuck around the opponents leg, then catches it. He twisted his body and kicks them hard in the chest. They fall backwards as he pulls the nunchaku, tripping them up.

Roundhouse blow: Heishuro jumps high into the air and places his left foot on the enemies left shoulder. He grips his nunchaku with his toes and smacks the enemy in the face with both his foot, and his nunchaku.

Boomerang kick: This ability is a mixture of magic and skill. Heishuro throws his nunchaku in the air and uses magic to position the nunchaku at the back of the opponent. Then Heishuro’s bind to his weapon draws the two together, so the enemy gets hit and kicked from both sides.

Chainsaw kick: Also a mixture of magical and physical abilities. Maruchi levitates and magically rotates his hip and waist muscles to allow him to kick in a swift, smooth, circular motion. Although this is powerful and quick, it will cause aches to his hips and lower back.

Chained Palm: Using magical lightning to strengthen the chain; Maruchi wraps the nunchucks around his flat palm. Then whilst attacking (palm strike in particular) the attack causes more damage.

Appearance: Heishuro wears a red leather jacket with no sleeves or buttons, though with no opening apart from underneath. (untucked) He wears slightly darker red trousers, (crimson) that fall down to the top of his ankles. He wears no shoes, for the skin on his feet is strong enough to withstand any terrain. His ears barely come away from his head; instead they stick to the side of his head, like elven ears. Despite his small stature, he has broad shoulders. He has a black tattoo on his face of a lightning strike. It stretches from between his ear and eye to the left side of his mouth. He boasts his blackbelt in Martial Arts also.

Theme Song: Higher - Creed.

Personality: Heishuro is cocky, which will probably be your first impression. He has always got an opinion, which will nearly always create controversy.

But in everything he does, he means well. He is actually quite kind, but feels he needs to appear confident to attract the attention he so desperately craves for.

He doesn’t believe in any particular religion or god, he cannot find time for it. Deep down he wants love, but he tries not to let that show, he feels he has to stay strong of the outside to prevent him from going soft on the inside.

He gives away trust quite easily, sometimes too easily; it can lead to him being betrayed or heartbroken. Inside, he is very emotional, but his confident exterior hides this well.

Biography: Heishuro was abandoned at birth, he never knew his parents. Although he was raised in Japan, he speaks with a strong American accent, and picked up American and Japanese quickly. He was taken in by a martial arts organisation, they found him in the street, with a lightning strike tattoo already injected flawlessly, running down his face as if a tear.

When he was five, he landed awkwardly, after attempting a roundhouse kick. He broke both his feet and had to have all of his feet and lower legs reconstructed. The doctors said that his bone marrow was unique, so they rebuilt his feet bones with strong steel, which remains polished within his feet to this day.

He was raised as a fighter, and trained day and night to build the perfect balance of strength, speed and skill. The organisation was in Tokyo city. It was there that he won the martial arts tournament that proved him to be: “The Best Martial Artist on Earth.” But having beaten the world, and achieved success despite everything. But in 2003, at Tokyo‘s national arena, new path awakened in front of Heishuro...

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“Heishuro!” anger blasted out from a small red haired woman, who was sending a devil glare at Heishuro.

“Up yours Fujima! I’m not fighting today!” Heishuro’s young voice sounded pitiful next to the loud shriek of the small Japanese lady.

The pair was in a large martial arts arena, the best money could buy. Whilst crowds poured in to watch the scheduled fight, Maruchi Vs Amarez. Japan Vs Mexico. The World Champion Vs The #1 Contender. It was truly the worlds greatest stage. But backstage in the champion’s dressing room, the champ was arguing his case against his manager, Fujima.

The small women walked over to Heishuro, who was seated on a bench. “Listen…” this time her voice was calm, with an air of understanding about it. “I know it seems unfair, like the whole world wants you beat?” she looked at him with a kindness in her eyes.

Heishuro nodded as he spoke. “Yeah… but not allowed to use my weapon of choice, or even any kicks? That’s just unfair,” he whined.

“Kid, it’s a non-weapon fight, so your nunchaku can’t be used. You can understand that, right?” she explained.

“But what about the kicks? It’s not my fault my bones are stronger than most peoples! It was an accident!” he replied hastily.

“Not many martial artists try roundhouse kicks at the age of five, Heishuro,” Fujima’s mouth curled upwards into a slight smile as she spoke. Both of them burst out laughing.

Finally, Fujima managed to convince Heishuro of one thing: It didn’t matter what the conditions were, what handicap was put in place, Heishuro would always be the best. Before long, people were cheering for Heishuro; like every night.

“Go on Maruchi! Show ‘em Japan’s the best country in the world!”

The crowd’s chants filled the arena as Heishuro dominated the battle, despite his handicap against the bigger Chavo Amarez; Heishuro was barely breaking a sweat.

The young man was on the offensive, breaking through Amarez’s defences like he was holding up paper in front of his face. Finally Maruchi palm struck the Mexican on the right shoulder, breaking and crushing the poor fighter’s shoulder blade and collar bone.

“Arghhh!” Chavo’s cry of agony signalled the end of the competition. Heishuro raised his arm and began hopping on the spot, a familiar grin spread ear to ear. But before long, confusion was all visible on the champion’s face.

A cloaked figure stood amongst the crowd, completely still and silent in the rustle of celebration. Under the black cloak of the figure, the bright lights illuminated one thing: A lightning strike tattoo, identical to the one of his own face, running down the face of the stranger; which Heishuro could now see was female.

“Heishuro! You barely even broke a sweat! And he looks like he was in a boxing match!” Fujima’s squeaky voice sounded far above the crowd.

She ran towards him as he was leaving the mat. Maruchi looked at the ecstatic woman, a grin the size of bow was spread across her face, with her tongue flailing about outside her mouth. That was the arrow.

“Err… thanks Fujima. I um…” the fighters voice trailed off as his eyes jerked to the direction of the mysterious woman. She was gone.

“What is it Heishuro? What’s wrong?” her happiness turned to concern in a flash.

The fighter took one last look in the crowd, hoping to spot the woman again. After failure, Maruchi replied. “Nothing… it was nothing, let go before I get swamped by angry Mexicans.”

~~~

Fujima yawned as she stumbled down the stairs of her large home. Her eyes were barely open and she wore frilly pink pyjamas. She plodded over to her refrigerator, mumbling to herself about whether she should go to buy eggs the next day or on the weekend. She took out a carton of orange juice and began to pour it into a spiralling glass. Before she could finish the orange juice was stained a dark red. Fujima’s head fell to the tiled floor, followed eventually by her body.

“I'm sorry,” a unsteady voice creaked from a hooded figure, clutching a blood-infested blade. It was the same woman that had been in the crowd, the mysterious, hooded lady that had the same tattoo as Heishuro.

She slowly bent down and dipped two fingers in the pool of crimson running across the tiles, then stood and walked to the nearest wall. She wrote on the wall: “You cannot escape your fate.” She then walked silently over to the open refrigerator. She closed the door, enveloping the room in darkness.

~The Next Morning~

The birds were singing; the sun shining; the city buzzing. It was what some would call “the perfect day.” But for Heishuro, it was to become the single worst day of his life. The champion was on his way to Fujima’s apartment, to schedule any possible matches in the upcoming month.

He opened the door, not knowing that the horror inside would change his life forever. Heishuro stepped inside and gazed horrifically at the slump of bone and blood on the floor that he had once called Fujima. Her innards strewn across the room like sand. The stench of blood riled through the apartment, disturbing Maruchi’s throat and stomach. He coughed violently and spat a mix of blood and breakfast on the floor, adding to collection of horror. He turned away from it, biting his lip as tears began to ripple from his eyes, tracing the shape of his tattoo. But then his grief turned to fear as he saw the words bled into the wall.

“My… fate…?” Hysterics were evident in his shaky words. With those words still ringing, Heishuro sat in a pool of blood and wept, burying his head in his hands and staining his skin red.

But next door; unbeknownst to Maruchi: lies… lies… lies.

“Hello!? You have to help, their has been a vicious murder! I can see it through my window, there blood everywhere. I just got home to see a man sitting in a pool of his victim’s blood!”

“Hang on miss, we’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Please hurry!” the hooded woman put down a blood-encrusted phone before unveiling her hood to reveal a lightning tattoo.

She stared at the neighbours of the small women she had killed; their lifeless eyes still gaping open. Masking a sob, she bent down and closed their eyes. Before execution, they were a young couple living together peacefully. But they gave up their places in the world for a greater good, yet it didn't lighten any burdens.

“All is going according to plan…”

Sirens. Madness. Chaos. It all happened so fast, it was near impossible for Maruchi to keep track of the next few days. All he knew that and the end of those few horrific days, he was sentenced with the murder of Fujima Kuchiniwa and Seena and Keiro Malaki. He had a life sentence in the Tokyo jail and Chavo Amarez was awarded the world martial arts championship. Yeah, so the champ’s life had taken a bit of a turn for the worse.

“What have I done to deserve this crap?!” he screamed as kicked violently into the steel cell’s bars, bending them ever so slightly. His cell mate, Francis, decided to pick this moment to start playing his harmonica. Francis’ brain surgery bill was added to Maruchi’s never-ending list of concerns.

“’Eh? New cell mate…” he said instinctively as he heard the clang of steel on steel. He’d been in jail for over four years, so customs like that were a minimum for him. But as he spun around to see his new acquaintance, he found a familiar face that chilled him to the bone. Well a familiar hood.

“Maruchi! You ‘ave a visitor!” the jail guard bellowed although Heishuro was only a metre away. He left the pair gazing upon each other, the figure’s tattoo stood out like anything to the once famous fighter, but Heishuro’s appearance had been altered in his four tough years. He had a bushy beard the size of a large squirrel and he wore bright orange clothes, standard for a prisoner.

“Are you… Heishuro Maruchi?” a timid voice escaped the black cloaked stranger. Heishuro arched his eyebrow before answering.

“It depends. Who are you to ask for my name?” Maruchi masked a grin behind his bushy cotton-wool like beard.

“I am Taki,” she let her hood down to show her surprisingly red hair and her obvious beauty. “Maruchi.” Pure silence followed her word, a chilling nothingness that tore into Heishuro’s soul.

“M...M...Maruchi…? Did you say… Maruchi?” he asked with wide eyes, but already knowing the answer. She stared at her shoes, tears cleansing them.

“Did you say Maruchi?!” Heishuro demanded hysterically, tears now escaping from his eyes.

“Yes. Heishuro,” she paused for what seemed an eternity. “I am your sister,” she managed to sob, before letting herself fall to her knees, her head cupped in her hands.

“Sister… what?! It cannot be…” as the words left his mouth, darkness dulled his senses, before he dropped to the floor.

~~~

As darkness faded and Maruchi’s senses awoke, he found himself shrouded in nature. A strange wood surrounded him, along with a letter lying on his chest. He sat up and began to read.

Dear Heishuro,

I’m sorry for not explaining any of this to you, you must be very confused. I felt that if I told you then you may not believe me, so I’m going to tell you in this letter.

Our parents were Takahiro and Nadine Maruchi, and they were magicians, great magicians. They came from a parallel universe to the world you grew up in: Earth. They were both raised in a mystical place called Ciélaro. This is where I was born.

They were known for their powerful combined spells, healing, elemental and conjuring. People knew that if they had children, they would be powerful: Unbelievably powerful. It was both a blessing and a concern to everyone around them. But nevertheless, it was a great shock when I was born.

I have influence over Daemonic magic: More commonly known as Shadow or Dark magic. Magical abilities run through blood, so our family must have had a variety of magicians over the generations. Daemonic magic is widely mislabelled as “evil”, so I was to be banished from Ciélaro. But mother and father still felt love for me, despite my powers. So when I was thirteen, the three of us all left Ciélaro; and came to the sister of our world, Earth.

It was soon after coming to Japan when mother announced her pregnancy with you. But shortly after your birth, Mother and Father were murdered... by who? I do not know yet. The point is: We were all alone. I had recently turned fourteen; I didn’t know how to be a mother! I left you on the doorstep of somewhere where I hoped you would grow strong, and I vowed to come back for you one day. The lightning strike tattoo down your cheek is a family crest, the Maruchi honour. Some may recognise you with it in Ciélaro, so be careful.

After that I went back to Ciélaro, hiding my identity, traveling between the two worlds, surviving for the pure sake of life. It was then when I heard of your success as mortal, and I feared the worst, I feared what I later recognised as the truth: Your powers hadn’t surfaced yet. I studied your lifestyle, your talent, your skill. It pointed in one direction; your talent had dwarfed your magic. So I did what I felt was needed, I murdered your manager, Fujima, and framed you. I apologise deeply for this, I know it caused you suffering of the worst, but it worked the way I had hoped.

Your time in prison gave me the time to construct a way for you to use your dormant magic. So when I visited you that day, I knocked you unconscious and summoned daemons to take us to Ciélaro, where I left you. You’ll find near you a small gift, a magical nunchaku, Xuriken. This weapon will let you use your magic, be it Elemental, Daemonic, Healing or Conjuring. It will surely grant you power.

I apologise from the depths of my soul, I am truly sorry. I will travel Ciélaro now, wandering from place to place. When the time comes, I’ll find you, and alert you to our fate. I know you’ll recognise me, until then.

Your loving sister,

Taki Maruchi

P.S. I shaved your beard, you looked horrible!

Heishuro finished reading the letter as emotions overcame him. Sadness, anger, hate, love, happiness and gratitude all rolled into his mind. Luckily confusion was behind him.

With that, he picked up his new weapon and dove into the unknown.

In the time since then; it has become clear that Maruchi possesses both Elemental and Conjuring magic.


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Current Crossroad RPs and Battles:

Unseen Beauty. [Finished]
Just a Bounty. [Dropped]
Stolen Goods. [Dropped]
What Was Coming to Them. [Active]
... When along came a spider. [Active]

Dome:

Heishuro's Training. [Active]

Approved by Altamira

Name: Rakahaten (Rak) [pronounced Ra-ka-ha-ten, Ra-k]
Age: 19
Race: Solvian (A humanoid bird race)
Sex: Male
Hair: Body covered in tan and rusty red feathers.
Eyes: Gold
Weight: 120 lbs.
Height: 6 feet 3 inches

Weapon: The only weapons Rak has are his natural ones, talons and fire abilities.

Strengths: Rak is skilled in his use of his fire abilities, and those abilities make him naturally resistant to heat and cold. He has also received basic combat instruction, so he knows how to fight well.

Weakness: Besides making him resist some things, Rak’s fire abilities also leave him weak to water based attacks. Rak is also concerned about the safety of those around him, resulting becoming distracted in order to protect them.

Skills/Magic:
Solvian have a natural ability to use fire, and Rak is not an exception. His fire is capable of being used in two ways, one way is forming it around a part of his body, sometimes referred to as physical fire ability, and the other is the ability to breath fire. The physical fire abilities are normally used with his punches and kicks, though sometimes he will do a full body tackle with his whole body engulfed in flames. The ability to breath fire is just that, though Rak will change the intensity and power of his attack depending on the situation. Breathing fire also takes up energy, and the more intense flames will have a greater effect. In addition, Rak is very skilled in using these fire abilities, and has a natural talent of altering the temperature of his flames.

As well as the natural fire abilities, Rak has several fighting techniques he has developed.

Flareversal- A defensive countering move. Rak intercepts a punch or kick by grabbing the limb attacking him. He then spins to the opponents other side, striking them with his elbow in the back or stomach, depending on if it was a kick or punch, respectively. At the end of the spin he strikes the side of the opponents head with an open palm strike. Rak will sometimes form fire around his hands for this move, depending on the situation.

Braking Combo- A combo attack that Rak came up with. He starts off with a feint fire breath attack, then moves onto a punch when the opponent is distracted, followed by a knee strike, then a back kick, and finishes with a breath of fire. Rak will usually form fire around his attacks in the combo, though not always.

Hurak- A heavy attack that Rak and his friend Hura came up with. Rak strikes the opponent with several heavy punches and kicks to the stomach area, finishing with a strike that sends the opponent into the air. After that, Rak will either jump up and knock the opponent into the ground, then send high intensity flames at them, or just shoot the flames at the opponent while they are in the air. Rak will rarely form fire around the strikes with this move, as it does nothing to add to their purpose.

Stryksys- A move that Rak learned from his friend Sys. He will rapidly hit his opponent with punches to the upper body, knees to the mid body, and kicks to the legs. Upon impact, the next attack is already in motion. The move usually ends with a kick to the opponent’s side. This attack doesn’t deal a lot of damage, but is a very quick and meant to wear down the opponent. Despite Rak’s skill in using his fire abilities, he cannot use them with this move because the attacks are so fast, he cannot form it fast enough.

Hura-cane- A move that Rak learned from his friend Hura. He will simultaneously attempt a punch and a kick to the knee, so he can land a strike either way. Once he makes contact, he will throw a strong uppercut with his off hand, then launch a powerful punch with his other one. If the opponent is still standing and near Rak, he will side kick the opponent in their chest, with the intent of knocking the wind out of them. This attack is meant to deal a lot of damage, but is slow, spending energy on power instead of speed. Rak uses fire abilities with this move as often as he does with Flareversal.

Blazing Wing- A special technique invented entirely by Rak. He forms fire around his hands, then spreads it up his arms. Once both of his arms are entirely enveloped in fire, he focuses the fire on his arms, increasing it’s intensity. The fire will then increase in size, and make it seem as though Rak’s arms are wings. The fire is so intense that it has a sense of tangibility. Rak will then use the fire wings to attack his opponent, and has the potential to be devastating. The downside to this attack is that it is unfinished and Rak has not fully mastered it yet. Because of this, and the fire’s intensity, Rak will suffer significant burns on his arms after using this attack, making multiple uses painful and harmful.

Appearance: Rak is a humanoid-bird, with characteristics resembling that of eagles and falcons. His entire body is covered in rusty red feathers, with exception of his chest and head, which are covered in tan feathers, and his tetradactyl hands and feet, which have grayish brown scaly skin. He has talons on each finger and toe, which are blackened from fire. Rak’s beak, resembling a red-tailed hawk’s, is similarly blackened on the edges and tip from his fire breath. Some of the feathers on the back of his head are longer than the others, like the ones on a harpy eagle.

Personality: Rak is generally a nice person. He is kind and will provide aid if it is needed. He is also protective and will defend those who can’t defend themselves. Rak is very loyal to his family and friends, especially those he cares about. In battle Rak tends to keep the safety of others in his mind, and revolves his strategy to keep the noncombatants from harm.

Biography:

Rakahaten, Rak for short, was born in the central village of the Solvian Nation, on the date of the fall equinox. Named for the sun deity of the Solvian mythology, he was the first and only child to two kind and well-known parents. They ran a small smith’s shop, making and repairing anything metal that was needed. Rak’s father, Emkopt, did the forging of the metal while Rak’s mother, Iseyz, took care of clients and customers. The birth of Rak brought great joy to them, and they loved him very much.

As Rak grew up he learned how to be a smith from his parents. He would sometimes accompany Iseyz when she delivered finished products to the clients, especially when he was still a hatchling. But as he got older, he would spend more time with his father learning how to keep the fires at the right temperature and to form the metal into the correct shape. This is how Rak learned to change how hot his flames are. Rak learned well, and was doing some of the minor jobs for his father by the time he was ten years old.

Two families that lived near Rak and his parents also had newborns around the same time Rak was born, and Rak became good friends with them. One of them, Hurairtes, or Hura, was also a male. He was brave and willing to try anything, even to the point of recklessness. One day he wanted to climb to the top of the tree near Rak’s house. Despite Rak voicing his opinion that it wasn’t too good of an idea at their age, Hura climbed it, Rak following him incase something happened. It was fortunate that he did, as half-way up the branch Hura was using as support snapped off and he fell. Rak was able to catch him, because he was on a stronger branch, and quite possibly saved his life.

The other hatchling was a female, and her name was Sysepzet, or Sys. She was calm and intelligent, and Rak and her became friends very quickly. When they first met they were still considered hatchlings, and Rak and Hura were already good friends. The two were playing chase, with Hura evading Rak. As they were playing Rak wasn’t paying attention and he ran into Sys, knocking her down. Rak stopped and asked if she was alright, and Sys, seeing his concern and realizing it was an accident, replied kindly that she was. Hura had returned after noticing Rak was gone, and Rak asked Sys to join him and Hura in their game. From that time on those two were Rak’s best friends, and nothing could come between them.

At eight years old Rak was enrolled into the Solvian National Academy, which was basically a school that taught young Solvian how to fight and general knowledge, and it was mandatory for all to attend it. During this time Rak and his friends found out that they were better at different things. Sys was fast and Hura had physical strength. Rak showed skill in using fire attacks. It was while they were in the Academy the three friends came up with some fighting styles and moves unique to them, which Rak would later adapt for use in real combat. For the next eleven years Rak went to school, helped his parents, and spent time with Hura and Sys, living a normal life. A great change took place when Rak was nineteen years old, however.

****

Rak was heading home after attending the Academy with Hura and Sys. They were chatting about the day as they passed the local mine. As they were walking an older Solvian ran out of the mine and right into Hura, causing them both to hit the ground. Rak and Sys helped Hura and the old man up, and Hura asked why the Solvian was running.

“The mines…they’ve attacked the mines!” The older fellow said.

“Who did?” asked Rak, getting worried. All the raw material his father used in forge came from the mines, if something happened to it his family would be in trouble.

“Monsters! They came out of the shadows…please, I must get the Guard” the Solvian said in reply. As he said this Rak and Hura looked at each other and nodded. They knew they should go into the mines and see what they could do.

“Sys,” Rak said, “Go with this man and notify the Guard. Hura and I will see what we can do in the mines.” With that he and Hura ran off into the mine that the Solvian had come out of.

Entering the mine, Rak and Hura followed the path of lit lanterns to a large central room where all the material from the mine was gathered. There they found a couple miners who had been working the mine when the monsters attacked. One of them called out to the two friends.

“Hey, are you the Guard?”
“The Guard is on it’s way,” said Rak. “We’re here for now, what happened?”
“The creatures, they just came out of the shadows. Literally came up from the shadow as if there were a tunnel there, when there wasn’t. They caught us by surprise. Luckily there were only a few of us today, it probably let us escape.” As the miner said this a small explosion occurred near them. Rak and Hura immediately spun around, and saw a dark shape retreating back into a dark tunnel.

“There it is,” Hura said, “come on.” He ran to the tunnel, with Rak running after him.
“Hura, wait!” Rak called out, to no effect. Darn, he thought, we should really wait for the Guard before rushing this deep into the mines. They chased the creature down the tunnel until they could not see anything through the darkness. In order to provide some light Rak formed small flames on the tips of his finger talons.

“This is bad,” Hura said, “There should be lanterns lit along the wall, but it’s pitch black.”
“The monsters must of done something to them,” Rak said, “We should be careful as we move forward.” They went further down the tunnel, and came to a dead end in a room similar to the one the miners were gathered in, although smaller. They looked around to see if they could find anything, and discovered a small hole about a foot tall.

“This must be where the creatures came in,” comment Hura. Upon saying this they were attacked from behind, and then quick strikes came at them from all directions.

“How many of them are there,” said Hura, “They’re coming from all directions.”
“I don’t know,” Rak said as he blocked an attack, “but we can’t keep this up.”
“Right, on three then. One, two, three!”

On three they both spun with fire forming around them, lighting up the area and dispelling the attack. As the light faded Rak and Hura saw a couple small imp-like beings, obviously the creatures that had attacked.

“That’s odd,” said Rak, “The thing that attacked while we were with the miners seemed bigger.” A moment later a large dark shape came before them, and in the dim light given off by the fire on Rak’s hands they saw that a larger creature had come before them. After staring at them briefly, the large creature threw a ball of dark energy in between the two Solvian.

“You just had to say something,” Hura said as they jumped away from the attack. The dark attack’s hit made the room begin to collapse on itself. Rak and Hura needed to get out, but the creature was in the way. Dodging the falling rocks the friends attacked the creature in unison, trying to get past and escape the cave in. During this offensive, the creature hit Hura with another dark energy ball, knocking him unconscious.

“Hura!” Rak yelled. Turning back to the monster he clenched his fists and fire began to form around his hands. I have to stop this monster, he thought, and quick, I have to help Hura. While he was thinking this the flames had moved up his arms and become very intense. Letting loose a the cry of a raptor about to attack, Rak ran forward as the fire on his arms formed wings, and then used it to strike the large creature. This was the first time Rak had been able to fully form the Blazing Wing technique. As he swung his arm at the creature, it used its dark energy attack yet again, contesting Rak’s attack. The effect was an explosion, knocking Rak against the back wall. Looking around as he lay against the wall, Rak could not find Hura, and then slipped into unconsciousness as the cave collapsed around him.

****

Rak survived the cave in, the rocks had formed an alcove around him. Luckily for him, he was also right next to the hole they had found earlier. After Rak had woken up and remembered what happened, he escaped the cave by crawling through the tunnel. The tunnel got bigger as he got farther in, and he spent several days trying to reach an exit. When he eventually got out it was in a mountain range, which worried him because there was no real mountains, let alone a range of them, near his home.

So now Rakahaten is lost in an area unknown to him, and he has no idea where he is or what happened to his friends and home.

Name: Salis Violet Lydia

Age: 21

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Long brown-hair that goes to the back of her neck and bangs covering her forehead, slightly in her eyes.

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 142 lbs

Height: 5' 7"

Weapon: Salis usually uses whatever she can find, but she keeps a pistol with a dragon-like design, usually doesn't carry any ammo, just for show or threatening purposes. She does also carry two leather gauntlets that extend four small daggers from the knuckles and have metal braces on her forearms for parrying attacks. She carries two long daggers, concealed in each boot, another long dagger strapped under her left forearm that extends out of her sleeve when she positions her arm correctly.

With her poisons, she always carries several types of bombs. Flash bombs, blinding the opponent, weak noxious gas bombs for dazing and disorienting her enemies or her personal favorite, her hallucinogen bomb, causing the victim to see illusions and become confused.

Strengths: Salis is a good little thief/rogue. She can hide in the night, steal information, use it for whatever she wants, sort of blackmails people. She is very agile and versatile, quite fast and hard to get a good hit on, she's great at dodging at parrying blows.

Weakness: Salis is not very strong and can't do much damage with her own abilities. She also can only keep someone's powers for at the most, an hour or so and the longer she has their powers, the weaker the powers get weaker with each use, each time she used a power, it would slowly fatigue her more and more until she was exhausted. Salis is also very easy to injure if she's hit with a good, blunt attack.

Skills/Magic: Helping her steal is her camouflage which is only useful in dark areas or at night. Her only other ability is her distractions, she can create one, sometimes two full-strength clones that can do whatever she can except for creating more clones and stealing powers. Her ultimate thieving ability is empowering a hand with a dark aura that takes the ability her target is currently using and absorbs it for a limited time.

Salis's clone(s) are difficult to conjure and difficult to get rid of. She has to concentrate and materializes her shadow, making it appear off the ground and morph to look exactly like her. Being a shadow, it feels no pain and can only be rid of by killing it conventionally or when Salis loses too much energy.

Salis is also very skilled at lock-picking and carries vials of poisons, none lethal but several different ranges which she applies to her bullets or daggers. One of her poisons dulls the enemies nerves greatly, making their afflicted limb go incredibly numb for a few moments. Another affects their hand-eye coordination, making them clumsy. Her last makes them blind for a few seconds, what she usually uses when she's about to run away.

Salis is quite adept at close-range fights but when she's out of bullets, she can't do anything long-range and has to get up closer unless she gets a long-range weapon.

Appearance: Salis has a black hooded cloak that goes down to her knees and wears a red scarf, all that hides her appearance. Underneath, she wears a dark blue shirt and dark black pants with brown leather boots. She wears a belt with several pouches for ammo, poison, food rations, misc.

Personality: Salis is a trickster, she is easily distracted and hardly ever serious. Not much can get her mad, she likes to joke around, slack off and play tricks on people. She doesn’t take to authority well either, but she still tries to make friends even though she might trick them before that. Sort of flirtatious and tries to get people to do everything for her, kind of manipulative but not in a very serious way.

Biography: Salis was born on the waterfront district of a crumbling city called Orlisis. The city was plagued by violence and crime on a regular basis, her father, a merchant was trying to get enough money to move away. Her mother died of an illness a while after she was born, making it even harder on her father. Getting money as an honest man was already extremely difficult with that community. Merchants were a primary target for thieves and muggers, driving them poor or away completely, he barely had enough to put her through school.

Meanwhile, a new crime syndicate was forming, really cracking down on tradesmen and vendors. They kidnapped children and held them for ransom, a newer tactic they took too for reaping the maximum benefits. Salis was soon kidnapped once they found out her father was a tradesmen and he had nowhere near the amount of money they wanted for her freedom. But, Salis had been undergoing a little case of Stockholm Syndrome, growing to like her captors.

It was taking weeks for her father to collect the money, working as hard as he could. Meanwhile, they took a liking to Salis and one of them began to train her as a rogue thief, teaching her how to hide in the dark and steal without being noticed. She took to this extremely quickly, honing her skills well. Later, her father died of another illness, leaving Salis with the syndicate. She mourned his death for a while, but moved on, having no one left and decided to go on with life.

Name: Shijiru Matsumoto

Age: 28

Race: Human

Class: Samurai

Occupation: Leader of the Shadows' group.

Sex: Male

Hair: Very long brown hair, under shoulders. Has it frequently in a ponytail.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 65kg

Height: 5' 10"

Weapons: A Sakabatou, very refined. Uses fists as potential weapon as well. The sakabatou consists of a simple sheath, and japanese sword. Basically Fuuji Gyoruko blade, which implies "Killer of the night."
Once again, a picture to clear it up: http://www.leesarmoury.com/images/88dec.jpg

Clothing: An hakama, along with a loose cloak. An hakama is basically some sort of 'dress' worn by Samurais. It was very popular among the revolution. A nice fancy picture to clear things up: http://www.kimpacific.com/martial_ar...ges/hakama.jpg
This specifies the hakama pretty much, its colour is also pink.

Strengths: Instant killer, confuses enemies quickly.

Weakness: Human. Hasn't obtained any magic powers, so he's not able of using any decent spells.

Appearance: Calm, kind of mysterious with a strong look in his eyes. He has a rather small body in general. While his weight is below average, his speeds is incredibly high mainly because of that. His look isn't really attractive either, however, fewer girls tend to have liked him formerly. His body also has fewer scars, one on the leg, two on one arm and another 2 on both shoulders, spread widely out of each other. His skin is very light, as most japanese people. So the scars are clearly remarkable on his skin. Mostly, people consider him as a murderer instead of a bringer of justice.

Personality: Friendly towards special- and equally ranked people. Tends to be to the point and doesn't speculate whether something is good or wrong. Since those terms do not exist in his very book of vocabulary.
He's also a very loyal person, when it comes to people who are ranked above him. For instance, people of Captain level.

Biography: Shijiru has always had a very vast dream since his 5th birthday, it was to become a Samurai. His thoughts mainly started to focus on that. Generally due to the circumstances that he has seen much blood before, since his father used to be a Samurai in the Shadows. Which is the strongest group in the vast streets of Peking.

A few days later, Shijiru's dad received a letter from another former Shadows member whose retired as well now. The message explained how certain people got into danger because of plenty of looters and thiefs, and that the former Shadows -from a generation back- needed to reorganize to defeat them. He also mentioned that they'll strike again tomorrow at dawn. Shijiru's dad was hopelessly surprised, however...

The next day, Shijiru's dad got up around 3AM in the morning, he stood next to his bed and yawned automatically, like he always does. Consequently, he walked to Shijiru's bed -who was sleeping peacefully- and gave him a goodbye-kiss. So Shijiru's father left his house and reorganized himself with the previous Shadows' members. They gathered at Ikkaku's house to work out a decent plan which would definitely work to exstinguish every rotten looter and thief.

Once they managed to finish the plan, they went out. Shijiru's dad fought in the battle, he slayed countless men. However, until a few minutes after, he received a hard stab in the back, causing a gigantic loss of blood, once the Shadows lost, since they were actually in the minority. The older generation died and lost their pride and respect from the outer Peking streets.

That morning, when Shijiru woke up, he was confused. He didn't know where his dad was. He went downstairs and saw a small note on the table, which said:

"Goodbye, my beloved son. I'm so sorry I couldn't say farewell to you, I went out with my old Shadows' members' to assasinate several thiefs and looters whom caused pain to Peking, by the time you read this, I'm probably dead already... I'm also sorry for all I have done to you... Shijiru.

...Farewell."

As of that day, Shijiru has always wanted to avenge his father and become a Shadows' member.

Name: Jasun
Age: 19
Race: hylian
Sex: Male
Hair: black/ a little more than shoulder length, it gets slightly more curly at the ends.
Eyes: left one black, right one full on white (blind)
Weight: 155lbs
Height: 5'10''


Weapons: Two wooden katanas, somewhat worn in, small dents in the blades "edges" from clashing with things. The handles are wrapped in black leather.

Armor: a metal shade ,the triangular Japanese straw hats, other than that none.

Magic: none but demon unleash, an ability that he has no control over, whenever he gets in a life or death situation, if he gets to close to death, another side comes out, called simply demon, this other side is considerably stronger, and more ruthless.

Abilities: depending entirely on physical attacks, he has great strength, so much so that when he wants to, he can make his wooden blade cut like a metal one. When he swings one of his wooden swords down, you can feel a shockwave come out of it from the shear force of it cutting the air around it. Also has exceptional speed, but he cannot attack when moving, or can he keep moving in long runs, only short burst.

Strengths: very quick, very strong. Can see very well in darkness. Demon unleash. ect. see above.

Weaknesses: Bright light hurts him, which is why he always keeps his metal shade on. Has something of a weak defense, being he has no shield, just two swords, though his speed often makes up for this. Also, cannot swim.

Appearance: he keeps most of his torso, except for his forearms and hands, wrapped in bandages. Under the bandages he is severely scared, with barely healed cuts and hastily stitched stitch scars. he keeps his shade over his eyes to cover a large scar starting at the top of his forehead and going down to the top of his cheek, going straight through his blind eye, the reason he is blind. His wooden katanas are strapped around his waist, on his lower back area, with a black cloth. He wears baggy black pants (hakama) made out of cheap cloth, and is usually barefoot, but has wore straw sandals from time to time. He has muscles, but it’s more from being slender than anything. Not stick slender, normal slender.

Personality: has two personalities Jason, and demon
Jason: calm, cool, not easily upset. Often shy, thinking others would be repulsed by his grotesquely scared body tries to keep to himself most of the time, but has a strong sense of justice. Seeks only peace, and does not particularly enjoy real fighting. Normally he just walks around hyrule, doing oddjobs and whatnot for food money. He rarely smiles. The only time he does is when he sees something that truly warms his heart. Such as children playing, poets singing, ect. He does not enjoy drinking, it only reminds him of his past in the desert.

Demon: the exact polar opposite of Jasun, he’s cocky, arrogant, thinks he’s invincible, does not care for his own or others safety. Is entirely overly ruthless with his opponents, but still refuses to actually "kill" his opponent. Maiming is another story. Will do almost anything for his own benefit. His fighting style has been described as disorganized, unruly, and almost beastly. It appears that 'demon' himself has control over which personality is out, and just prefers to stay inside where he can be alone and not worry about everyday worries, only coming out when he thinks Jasuns, and therefore his, life is in danger. In a way, he enjoys his peace as well, something the two sides have in common. Only complete darkness can truly give him happiness. Can be a drunk at times.

Bio: born near Hylia Lake, he was abandoned as a child near gerudo desert. As his mother walked away crying, a gerudo assassin returning from a "job" rode by on her horse. "Hm? whats this then?" she said, looking down at the crying child. "A baby? Those ears, he must be a hylian..." It would seem even a cold blooded assassin has some heart.

She made small covers, to flatten his ears, and she hid the fact that he was male so no one in her tribe would know he was hylian, and she raised him, harshly, but he loved her none the less, she was the only mother he had ever known. When he turned six, she began teaching him the art of assassinations. After noticing that he, still as a child, had trouble handling the large pair of scimitars, she had someone fashion him two katana instead. his teen years were overly violent, he was made to tag along on his mothers, and even others, assassinations, forcing him to lock the memories and feelings of such emotions as sympathy and caring, emotions his mother called weak, away inside of himself, giving birth to a second personality, 'demon'.

When he was seventeen, there was an incident that revealed his identity. Upon hearing this, the tribe elder-woman took his mother into custody, and after a week of being locked away, she was sentenced to death. Upon hearing this, Jasun went temporarily insane, and started thrashing at everything that moved with uncontrollable rage. The gerudo tribe locked him away for days without food or water, or any kind of contact with any living thing other than the rats crawling under him on the floor (he's chained to the wall). He emerged on his 18th birthday, or what he knew as his birthday the day he was found abandoned, a broken man. He ran away a little while later, into hyrule field, not really knowing what to do next...

Approved by Honour.

Name: Fishman, or Ατομο ψαριών

Age: Thousands of years old. He has forgotten his birthday and quite frankly, he doesn't care about his age. He is half immortal. He can still die, but not by old age.

Race: Fishman is his own unique race, Fish Man, or Ατομο ψαριών. His race will be described in his appearance.

Sex: Male

Hair: None

Eyes: Dark

Weight: 36 lbs.

Height: 3'6"

Weapon: Fishman carries two weapons. The first is an unbreakable sword made of an unknown metal, forged by Hephaestus, the Greek god of the forge. The second is an unbreakable trident, The Trident of Atlantis, forged and held together by all the people of Atlantis. It is similar to this one, except there is more space between the spikes and the head itself is larger.

He also uses anything he can pick up as a weapon sometimes. He has a glock and a double-barreled sawed-off twelve guage shotgun (both custom made for his size), but the instances that they leave his home are few and far between.

Armor: As well as extremely tough and scaly skin, Fishman carries an unbreakable shield, also forged by Hephaestus. Unlike most Ancient Greek shields, this one is shaped like a heater shield, recognized in Medieval Europe.

Strengths: Fishman, being a descendant of the gods, has a godly essence of speed, agility, strengths and defense. This means he is extremely strong, extremely fast, can dodge very well and he has extremely tough skin.

Weaknesses: Fishman doesn't have arms or legs. Well, he does possess both, but they are very small and his arms don't have elbows (though his legs have knees). Having only a shoulder joint and a wrist joint, swordsmanship is extremely difficult for Fishman. Fishman also has a disadvantage with his lack of diverse magic and defense against it. His scales are softer at his neck, underarms and crotch. Also, he is scared to death by green mice in silly hats.

Skills/magic:

-Laser Eyes: Fishman shoots a one thousand degree ray of heat out of his eyes. The laser cannot pass through thick objects and can only be held for ten seconds.

-Super Laser Eyes: Don't look Fishman square in the eye. If you do, he'll use his super laser eye and your head will explode. When he does this, though, he is knocked out cold for at least 3 hours. Also, keep in mind that to perform this, the opponent cannot be wearing head protection of any kind. This includes, but is not limited to, helmets, hats, face masks, glasses, ninja hoods, hoods in general, hair clips/elastics face painting and sweat bands.

-Lightning Strike: This skill enables Fishman to travel up to fifteen feet at light speed. He uses this to strike taller enemies, travel small distances and dodge attacks. This spell makes a long, high-pitched rev noise, and leaves behind a very light blue trail with a white core, similar to that of a blue lightsaber. If something like "Lightning Strike Slash" is used in a battle or crossroad, it means Fishman uses Lightning Strike and swings his sword in the middle of the move.

Miscellaneous Skills:

Eating: Fishman is a good eater. He has won dozens of hot dog eating contests worldwide. He can eat almost anything that's food- including the rinds of pineapples and apple cores.

Dynamite Dance moves- Fishman is one of the best dancers that has ever lived. He taught dance in an academy for awhile, and he taught MC Hammer how do dance "Hammer Tine," and he also invented "Crank Dat Souldja Boi," "The Twist," "Two Step," and countless others.

Appearance: Fishman's general body shape is a cylinder with a dome on top. His arms protrude out of the upper half of the cylinder and his legs stick out of the bottom. His left arm is almost always hidden by his shield. He has tough, scaly skin that is colored a pale blue, but sometimes fades to green depending on where the light is. He has two large, wide set eyes, and in between them is a large crescent-shaped mouth. He also has a small, pointed tail coming out of his behind.

Fishman pictured with sword and shield.

Personality: Fishman enjoys to express himself, which he sometimes does way too much. He likes to poke fun, point and laugh, act immature, fart at people, etc. He is blasphemous and quick-witted, and he is definitely not afraid to call someone fat. He is also very stereotypically male, and he gets very pissed off when he loses.

Last fight you kicked me in the nuts. That’s gay and it doesn’t count!

…so on and so forth.

Biography: Oh god, with how long his life was, this could turn out to be an epic poem. I’ll give you the short version:

One day, in the wonderful land of Mount Olympus, Poseidon needed some minions. He conjured up two: Fishman and Squidman. They were constantly fighting over who was cooler and/or who was better in the eyes of Poseidon. Since Squidman was physically superior, Hephaestus made Fishman an unbreakable sword and shield. Poseidon finally caught them fighting at this point, so he banished them both.

Since Fishman is put on Earth, he’s having some trouble getting accepted and used to modern society. His attempt to be accepted failed, but he still wanted to be a great person and touch the lives of many. He helped people indirectly, in the shadows. He watched over the humans. He once met a young lady who wasn’t doing well, and had lost her job at McDonald’s. Fishman inspired her to start a TV show. Her name was Oprah Winfrey. There once was a couple of punk musicians who didn't make any money. Fishman thought their music sucked, so he said "That's just a bunch of daft punk." This became the name of their new techno band. There once was a young, scrawny boy at a school full of bullies, who were constantly beating this kid up. Fishman taught him in the arts of Kung Fu. His name was Chuck Norris. He amounted to great things, but received no credit or reward.

Fishman helped so many people in so many ways that he retired from being a hidden hero. It had grown to bore him. He decided to be a recluse living in the Mediterranean Sea, where there was nothing much to do except for fight and explore.

One day, Fishman was on one of his daily explorations, where he came across a great discovery: The Lost City of Atlantis. The city was an amazing sight. The most advanced technology, the most peaceful society, the wealthiest empire, these all described Atlantis. Even though the city was beautiful, it followed a strict caste system and horrifying racism. There was one man behind all this, one all-powerful dictator. It was to Fishman’s great demise that this man was the one man Fishman hated the most: Squidman. Fishman fought an epic battle for the crown, and eventually Squidman met his match. Fishman became the nicest and most peaceful king of Atlantis, and for once, the great society was also a happy one. The people of Atlantis, overjoyed, forged the strongest and sharpest tridents ever for Fishman: The Trident of Atlantis.

Today, Fishman is still the ruler of Atlantis, but he continues his daily explorations tenaciously, fighting any sea creature he may encounter on the way.

Also approved by Honour

Name: Rindley Trinstan

Age: 17

Race: Hylian

Sex: Male

Hair: Long black straight hair that goes down to the base of his neck.

Eyes: Brown

Weight: 11 Stone

Height: 5 foot nine inches

Class: Apprentice Wizard

Weapon: Rindley mainly uses magic (see below) but in addition to that he has a 5 foot long staff made of a white wood with ancient Hylian lettering inscribed in columns around it. On the top end is an orb made of a purple unknown precious stone about the sized of two fists. The base has the same type of stone in two parts inlaid in a golden coloured metal in a triangular shape. (So the pieces of stone are back to back with the metal sandwiched in between.) The main purpose of this staff is a magical aid. It just makes casting spells that little bit easier to cast and easier to aim. All spells he casts through his staff he could cast through his hands if he so desired. Despite its main purpose it can still be used as a weapon; but having no sharp edges means it doesn’t do much damage.

Strengths:
Rindley is quite intelligent and will think about a problem hard before facing it. He will not resort to violence as a first solution. Despite them being quite weak he still has magical powers and is ever trying to learn more. Even though he doesn’t like to he is able to use his staff moderately well. He's not an expert but he's perfectly capable of defending and attacking in such a way should the need arise.

Weaknesses:
Rindley is a seventeen year old boy who is not very strong and is as killable as one. He will complain about a bump on the head and likely faint from a deep gash. He has no healing powers and is basically vulnerable to anything that can put up a good fight. His magical powers are also relatively weak but he hopes to change that.

Magic: Rindley has two magic powers/spells.
1) Energy Blast: Sends a ball of destructive magical energy towards his foes, a basic wizard’s spell. He is able to give it a bit of an extra push by swinging his staff around his head like a baseball bat and adding the momentum of the staff to the momentum of the energy blast.

2) Telekinesis: Rindley has the ability to move objects about the size and weight of a large wooden chair. He can increase the speed of the objects by using his hands/staff. But the objects can only move fairly slowly but can go quite fast if he tries very hard and he can only move one object at a time. He also cannot move people/animals/monsters no matter how big or small they are.

Personality: Initially Rindley was a quiet child but his time spent with Scantred has done much to change this. His attitude now is one full of vigour and life. He is still polite but he will no longer have an attitude of acceptance and inferiority to those around him. He will now judge how he should act based on the person he is talking to. The only time this attitude is lost is when the potential of learning more magic arises, when he acts like an excited puppy. Also when he is swearing or is surprised he often refers to Din. This is due to his learning of Din’s role in magic and his fondness for her above the other two gods.


Appearance: Starting at the top, Rindley wears a green conical wizard’s hat with a large brim. The top of the hat refuses to stand up straight and bends down a few inches off the top. He has a plain face which is not particularly attractive but not ugly either. His pointy ears can be seen out of his long black hair. He wears a matching green shirt which hangs loosely on his body and hangs over a brown leather belt with a simple silver buckle. The belt holds up navy blue trousers which are tucked into heavy leather boots that go halfway up Rindley’s lower legs. Over all of this he wears a thick, light blue, traveler’s cloak; designed for keeping out the wind, rain and sea spray. The cloak is held in place around his neck by a large, bronze colored broach with a stylized three pronged flame etched into it.

Biography: Rindley grew up on Windfall Island in the Great Sea were he lived with his father (a fisherman), mother and younger sister. From a young age Rindley showed an eager thirst for knowledge and aptitude for study. At the age of six he could be found reading his father’s fishing logs. If he did not know what a word meant he would go and ask someone. This trend continued when he entered school where his studious ways attracted the unwanted attention of his peers. A group of them would regularly steal and hide his stuff around the island and he would then set off to look for it. During that time the group of children would then use that as an opportunity to hide more of his stuff. Rindley accepted this as inevitable and to if one talked to him it would not have appeared as if anything was wrong. But as he finished school at the age of 10 he was a quiet and lonely child and his thirst for knowledge still strong.

For the next three Rindley took up an apprenticeship with his father as was expected. But there was always a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that there was always more to learn, that fishing was not what destiny had planned for him. This feeling proved right when rumours spread around that an old man had taken up residence on Pawprint Isle and that he knew sorcery. This sparked Rindley’s sense of curiosity immediately and taking one of his father’s smaller fishing boats he set off to find the old man, hoping that he would teach him the secrets of his trade.

What he found was a disappointment. The old man was old, frail and shaky. His back bent severely bent over and the old man couldn’t walk anywhere without the aid of his wooden staff. Deciding the appearances were deceptive he planned to go ahead and ask the old man, but not before he found out what powers the man actually had. He went to him asking what his name was and whether he would be interested in buying any fish. The old man, whose name was Scantred, declined but said that Rindley was very thoughtful for coming. Forgetting his original plan as he was about to exit the door to the old man’s cave/house. He turned around and blurted out the question to which he so eagerly desired the answer to, that did Scantred know magic. At this the old man’s face darkened and with a loudness that his body did not seem capable of ordered Rindley out, threatening him with his staff. But Rindley did not move. Here was his only chance at learning things that were not part of the mundane world he lived in. Even if it was only a thread he grasp for it. A confused look came upon the old man’s face, clearly confused at the young boy’s lack of running away. Next came the question that would change Rindley’s life forever; that if he did know magic would he teach him. Smiling the old man told him to come inside. Over the next few days Rindley told his family about his plans, they were shocked but not angry. He would most likely be spending the next few years with Scantred and would most likely not see his family for a long time. With an emotional farewell they parted. His mother gave him his hat as a leaving present and with that he sailed off towards his future.

Over the next four years Rindley slowly learned about the ways of magic, the history of Hyrule, of the Gods and of far off lands. He also learned how to fight. The old man reasoned that if you did not learn to fight and you ran out of magical power that Rindley would be a dead man. Fighting did not come easy and his teacher was a strict master who despite his appearance knew how to use his staff very effectively. But when the day came that Rindley bested the old man in combat he was presented with the white staff he carries as a reward for his progress. Now after four years Rindley believes that the old man is not teaching him as much as he could and is purposely holding back things. But that is a tale for later.

*Approved by Safer*

Name: Timaeus Daenmat

Title: The Searcher.

Age: Unknown. Looks about thirty.

Race: Angel/Demon.

Hair: White with black streaks.

Eyes: Green.

Height: Six feet.

Weight: Seventy-eight kilograms.

Weapon: Timaeus wields his magic, and his shield, Jeika, is edged with razor-blades.

Armour: Timaeus’s shield can be used to absorb minor magic.

Strengths: Timaeus is a very powerful mage, and his flight can be used as a potent defence mechanism as well as a deadly weapon. He is also immune to fire and its related magic.

Weaknesses: Timaeus is weak against light and water magic. When he isn’t flying, his wings tend to get in the way. Also, Timaeus is not very good in hand-to-hand combat.

Magic/Skills: Timaeus is a very strong mage, and he is very hard to match in its art.
Fire: Timaeus has control over fire. The more fire created and/or bended, the more energy used.
~Slice- Creates a blade of flame that appears in Timaeus’s hand when he wills it. Just like a sword, but heated to ten-thousand degrees. Middle-magic.
~Burn- The air around Timaeus comes under his control, and he can heat it considerably. Middle-magic.
Darkness: Timaeus has control over darkness. The more darkness created and/or bended, the more energy used.
~Teleport- Timaeus opens a rift of darkness and steps through, appearing somewhere else. Minor-Magic when used at about a metre or two, Major-Magic when used on a planar scale. If used on a planar scale, though, Timaeus risks being eaten alive by the ‘warp rift’ or mutated or shreaded to pieces on the spot.
~Fear- Tendrils of darkness creep out of Timaeus’s heart, making people nauseous and scared and fearful. Middle-Magic.

Appearance: Timaeus wears several layers of black and white chequered robes that cover his feet, yet never touch the ground, and are sleeveless. He wears no shoes. His skin is ghost-white, and he has large, Celtic styled tattoos of pure black ink all over his body, which have small flaming skulls in the middle of the swirls. His hair falls down to his shoulders and over his left eye, with a pony-tail at the back. On his back he has a pair of angelic wings than glow slightly, with a wingspan of twenty feet. If one were to see beneath Timaeus’s robes, they would see his demonic side. Small mouths in random places, tiny, alien, clawed hands, jutting out at random angles on the end of short, scrawny arms and eyes set where mere flesh and muscle should be.

Personality: Timaeus is an aloof man and loves to travel. He is a very dark individual, but only on the surface. He is a very emotional person, and quests for knowledge, not power. He keeps friends and loves company, every now and then slipping out to a pub.

Biography: Timaeus never had a childhood. He was born, or made, and given a shield; that was it. It was his job to take between the Gods messages, and to do them favours when he was asked. Certain Gods tried to sway him to their favour, like Huardorm, or Zunn. But one, the Over-God, employed him the most. Soushryn.

It was raining. Timaeus relished it. He tasted it with his mind. He tasted it in his soul. He became one with it.

He smiled, and opened his eyes. He was in an empty street, lined with houses and buildings and bins. Bugs crawled from the cracks in the houses. Waste oozed over the edge of bins. Light bloomed from the windows of the buildings, like eyes in the night. Which they were.

It was always a different place with Soushryn. Always changing, always moving and shifting. The Over-God had a sense of humour, unlike the other Gods. Wherever he appeared before Timaeus, there was always a small, colourful, chipped teacup on its side. And this time, it was in the gutter of a building, next to a once-green tennis ball and some leaves.

But this time, it rolled over, plummeting to the ground as if the two were old friends, rushing together to meet, one last time. It shattered. Timaeus winced.

A hysterical laugh came from a building’s wall, which morphed and twisted ghoulishly. Soushryn appeared. “My best gag yet, right?” The laugh followed.

“I have to say, Soushryn,” Timaeus whispered. He knew the God could hear him. The sentence advanced, “you gave me a scare.”

The laugh hissed through Soushryn’s lips as he walked up behind the Angel. “Ooh yes. That was my intent, you see, old fellow. I amuse myself, you see.”

“You always did, friend.”

“How ‘bout when I wiped out that dimension? Classic stuff, that. Comic genius.” Soushryn showed himself now. This time he was a round, stout man with spectacles and a top-hat on.

“Yes yes, right. But why?” Timaeus’s brow furrowed and he slid his toes through the mud.

“Because, you see, it was capital, for Pete’s sake! Capital!” Soushryn’s grin widened and his eyes gaped. “The look on your face, man, ooooh..... I’ll be wetting my pants over that joke for a long time, you see. Ha!” Soushryn screwed his eyes shut and giggled like a child.

“I meant the meeting, you stupid old ****er.” Timaeus was joking, and he knew that Soushryn could tell. This was a game, but it wouldn’t last too long.

“Well, chum, you see, I’ve been told to give you this. The other ‘council members’ made a bloody petition...” Soushryn pulled off his hat and removed from within it a small piece of coffee-stained parchment.

Timaeus grabbed the piece of paper and read it.

Sir Timaeus Daenmat,

You are to be informed that your job as ‘messenger’ has been terminated, and your services are no longer required.

Regards,
The ‘Council’.

“I see. I’ll be leaving then.”

“We just though that we could do some work ourselves, and that you could have a life outside your work. I might call you over every now-and-then, if I need you.” Soushryn put his hand out.

Timaeus did not shake the fat piece of flesh, just prodded the air and drew a line, straight down. He disappeared into thin air.

“Oh bugger. I wished we could’ve had some ****ing coffee or something...” Soushryn disappeared into a building.

And Timaeus searched his heart for a purpose.

Name: Black Shisho

Age: Less than a year (17)

Race: Black Mage Mask

Sex: Male

Hair: Black Mullet cut

Eyes: None (White)

Weight: 157 lbs. normally

Height: 5 ft. 11 in.

Weapon 1: His own Body

Weapon 2*: The Black Baton, a personal baton.

Armor: His own Body

Theme Song: Iori Yagami

Strengths: His primary strength is just that, his exceptional physical strength. At the same time, he is smarter than most, if not all, of his opponents. Also, he thinks quickly, and is not prone to fear or sadness, giving him mental superiority over most others. His natural body, should it be damaged, can regenerate lost, or badly wounded parts. Depending on who they are, he might already know something about his opponent. His strength is actually completely under his control, meaning he can distribute his muscle however he wishes. Normally, he distributes his strength evenly between his parts. Putting him on a scale, his even strength would measure above average, while his focused strength would border on extraordinary. He has a basic knowledge of martial combat, giving his strength, if nothing else, an extra edge when it comes to fighting a foe with equal or greater might.

Weakness: First and foremost, he has no tolerance for magic or energy based attacks. Even a weak or elemental attack will easily tear through him. He feels inferior in the face of figures that he deems better than himself, and concurrently doesn’t perform as well around them. His regenerative talent takes a great amount of energy, often putting him out of fighting condition. He’s too focused on what’s in front of him, so he usually isn’t aware of what’s going on behind or to his sides. Though his strength focusing talent allows for a mighty hit, it lends nothing to defense. On top of that, if an area he has a lot of strength focused into is damaged or destroyed, he is weakened even more than a destruction under normal conditions. He's an almost completely black, human shaped mask, so he is often thought by others to be frightening, suspicious, or otherwise not pleasant to be around.

Skills/Magic 1: Styles:

Shield Style: Negation Strike: Focusing all his strength into one of his arms, he thrusts his open palm forward. Seemingly useless in basic description, it’s actually the only talent he possesses that can stop a magical attack. A downside though is that all other parts of his body become as frail as twigs.

Jump Style: Black Hurricane: Leaping into the air, he performs a sweeping kick aimed either to the head or, in cases where he wants to cause less damage, the shoulder.

Life Style: Arousing Touch: Hitting a certain pressure point on the neck, he performs primitive acupressure. Hitting this point sends an endorphin rush through the body, giving the one it’s applied to a burst of energy. He is unable to perform this on himself.

Wind Style: Shadow Projectile: Used after a successful Fairy Style: Rising Black Wind. Shifting strength back to his legs, he jumps toward his airborne opponent. His position above or under them will determine his next attack.

Fairy Style: Rising Black Wind: A simple duck, followed by an uppercut. First, he adds strength to his legs to get a quick rise. Second, he shifts that strength into his right arm to get a strong punch. Altogether, he strikes with enough force to send an opponent of average weight into a high arc through the air.

Fire Style: Ura Crusher: Used after a successful Wind Style: Shadow Projectile. When below the airborne opponent, he delivers a simple blow to a leg or arm. The hit will cause the opponent to spin, reducing chances of a safe landing.

Lightning Style: Omote Crusher: Used after a successful Wind Style: Shadow Projectile. When above the airborne opponent, he performs a small twirl, and strikes their stomach with his foot. The hit will cause the opponent to fall straight down rapidly.

Reflect Style: Paper Thin Shield: He covers his whole body with his cloak. This will keep many weak projectiles from striking his body directly. Additionally, those projectiles fall at his disposal.

Mini House Style: Log Cutter: Focusing a small amount of strength into his middle and index fingers, he is able to cut wood. Considered useless in battle.

Light Style: Virtuous Stance: His normal combat stance. In this posture, the palms face the opponent, with the left hand extended, and the right pulled back. The body itself faces to the right, while the head, of course, looks straight toward the opponent. And the feet are set just wider than shoulder length.

Magic Bolt Style: Darkness Drop: Used against a falling opponent or after a successful Wind Style: Shadow Projectile. A simple pile driver. From behind, he wraps his arms around an opponent’s legs, and his legs around their chest.

Bolt Style: This to That Stance: A secondary combat stance. In this posture, he stands on his hands and attacks with his feet. When at rest, he faces the opponent, but while attacking he faces away. This makes his ability to defend fall sharply, but at the same time confuses his opponent greatly.

Shadow Teleport Style: Corrupted Drill: The only Style he can use in the This to That Stance. Bending at the elbows, he pushes himself off the ground with a spin, and strikes his opponent with his feet.

Shadow Clone Style: Morning Star Dance: Focusing all his strength into his legs, he quickly darts from one position to another, leaving an image at each position. Only three positions can hold an image in the time it takes him to run between them.

Scatter Magic Bolt Style: Desbreko Striker: Focusing strength into his shoulders and elbows, he releases a flurry of weak punches.

Dark Influence Style: Reversing Touch: Hitting a certain pressure point on the neck, he performs primitive acupressure. Hitting this point sends an estrogen rush in males, and a testosterone rush in females, making the one it’s applied to unstable.

Skills/Magic 2: Songs:

Song of Healing: Any negative corruption that may be affecting the listener will vanish within a matter of seconds. This corruption can be anything from emotional baggage, to an alteration of the listener’s form, to dark magic or curses. The song is most effective when the listener is undead, or is rendered similarly, as it deals more specifically with the soul.

Song of Storms: When this song is played, storm clouds appear from nowhere, and begin to rain. The rain is not ordinary though. When the rain falls on a troubled being, their sorrows, like tears on their cheek, will be washed away. Additionally, the wind picks up.

Skills/Magic 3: Transformation:

Double Soul: Being a mask, he can actually still be worn. Double Soul is the effect that’s rendered when he combines with Shisho only. In that case, Shisho gains complete control of their combined body, and starts referring to himself as We. In this form, Shisho holds the talents of both characters. This covers everything from weapons and armor, to techniques and spells. To combine, only Black Shisho has to be willing. The resulting body is almost completely identical to Black Shisho. The only differences are, he now has round, pure white eyes, and a wavy, jagged, white smile reaching from ear to ear. Without being too expressive, the smile and eyes work the same as regular facial features. Additionally, if Shisho’s consciousness is ever knocked out, Black Shisho will take over.

Transform into Black Mage (Insert name here): Another skill involving combination. This can be used with anyone. In which case, Black Shisho still retains awareness, but generally lets his wearer control their combined body. For example, one can control a part of the body if the other isn’t paying attention. Like Double Soul, the combination shares talents, even giving the wearer temporarily greater intelligence. A requisite for the combination is the willingness of both parties, which Black Shisho usually doesn’t have. The resulting body is that of a Mage, but still strongly resembles the wearer. A downside to combination is that the two might disagree on certain things, and start fighting mentally.

Personality: Generally, he acts just like Shisho. He may seem emotionless, but can be emotional in the extreme when he wants to be. Although, since he has no face, you can‘t tell by looking at him. When he’s with a friend, he’s nice to them, he talks to them, and he comforts them in their time of need. When he’s with someone he doesn’t like, his difference from Shisho becomes obvious. Where the original restrains any anger he feels, Black Shisho acts on it, often letting it drive him into a blind rage. But, like Shisho, if the agitator has a good excuse, he’ll let it slide. Another emotion normally restrained by the original that he acts on is sexual desire. He‘ll try everything in his power to get a woman in bed with him, even resorting to rape in more extreme cases. Besides anger and sexual desire, he is mentally identical to Shisho. However, since many things anger him, and he caters an odd taste in females, it’s hard to tell the two are related.

Appearance: His entire body, including his clothing, is made up of a smooth, metallic, black substance with a blue sheen. On his head, there’s a black hood and cloak; the hood being long, for example, like Link’s hat. Beneath, he wears a slick looking mullet. His face is without eyes, mouth, or nose. In place of his mouth, a slight depression, in the shape of a smile, stretches ear to ear. Where his eyes should be, two smaller depressions. On his body, he wears a piece of clothing that covers his shoulders, chest, and upper back. Below, he sports a loose fitting, button up shirt, with six buttons going down the front. On his legs, he wears a belt, which is covered by the bottom of his shirt, with a pair of loose fitting trousers. And on his feet, a pair of boots with an inch thick sole. Beneath it all, he matches with Shisho’s odd, indoor body proportions.

History: Well, what is there to say about him? He’s not even existed for a year. He has about as much history as a brand new clock. If it’s gold for history, then it’s better to look at Shisho’s profile. About the only thing worth noting about Black Shisho is that he has half of the real one’s soul. He used to be the Black Mage Mask, but then he got the half. To tell the truth, the mask came from the healing of Shisho’s closest brother in life, Ken. Ken had unfinished business, which remains a mystery to all those who still live. Ken’s last dying memento for the original was the Book of Ken.

The conductor of the healing song did not want to keep the mask on his person, disliking the power it contained, nor did he want it to fall into the wrong hands. Therefore, he gave it half of his soul, giving it sentience and the ability to resist being used to evil ends. Having half the soul, it mimics Shisho’s actions, only letting Ken’s hidden psychotic personality slip through in the form of emotion. The psychosis only affects the emotions that Shisho has the most difficult time controlling. The result: Black Shisho turns ravenous whenever he becomes aroused or angry, and self destructive when he becomes depressed.

He now wanders the land, looking for any excuse to become enraged beyond sight, and lusty beyond comprehension. As long as nothing holds him back, he can do everything the original Shisho never had the anger or abandon to do.

Name: Exarius Suriaxa

Age: 18

Race: Hylian

Sex: Male

Hair: Light Brown.

Eyes: Hazel

Weight: 135 lbs.

Height: 5’08”

Weapon: Sword, Exarius wields a Family Heirloom as his primary Weapon, This sword named Kalour, Kalour is a sword of speed, It is fashioned as a hand and a half sword it is blue in tint.

Kalour

Strengths: Exarius is a slow-paced kind of guy with much patience,
His fighting style reflects that he believes 'wait for them to make there move and than plan a counter attack that will not allow him to move' He can out match most all in a race, and can land many blows with his sword, He has always preferred to out-think the enemy, instead of charging into battle. He is also very Headstrong and think he can take on anyone and anything alone, he however does not posses the ability to kill because his friend was murdered in such a cruel fashion he cannot bear to see anyone suffer, if he has to fight he will simply knock them out and leave,

Weakness: Being the speed demon that he is, his attacks lack any true power, he also can be struck unaware by the opposition as he plans a counter-attack.

Skills/Magic: Exarius had a very open mind to studying, He has decided to master only a few elements instead of knowing little of all of them, being that he was raised in a large metropolis he has had very much to learn in the world of magic, yes he has decided to go away from the hustle and bustle of the city to find a quiet peaceful place to train, he stumbled upon a hermit and has been there for the last 3 years training, training has been very difficult for him, 3 long years of pain and suffering and sleepless nights he has finally learnt all that his master has to offer. Which include a wide array of spells, fluctuating in complexity and damage, these are but a few of his skills,

Raigeki- A lightning storm, which more often than not is use as a ‘Psychological’ weapon instead of actually physically damaging someone.

Gogyekku Kaiten
[Fire Whirl] is used as a more defensive type of attack, when used, a wall of fire surrounds Exarius so intense that it can raise the internal temperature of his body several degrees, and can roast any organic material that clashes with it, This is Exarius’ favorite spell to cast so he is very well attuned with it.

Hinotama Assault [Barrage of Fire] Fireballs explode out of Exarius' palms and lay waste to his enemy. This spell is very recently learned by Exarius and he is not quite as adept with it.



Appearance: Exarius is Fast, slim and Moderate in stature, he wears dark colors, and his short light blonde hair is very un-tidy, his skin is moderately tanned, but not so much, he is not the most attractive person there is but not the least attractive either. This he preferred so he does not get so much attention.

Personality: Exarius is a Quite kind of guy, he rarely makes the first move, but when he does he has much self-confidence, in his ability to perform, he will not kill anyone, if he is forced to fight he will simply knock them out, he cannot bear to see others suffer, he is very kind hearted if anyone cares to know him, he is very squeamish of blood, and if he gets it on him he cannot move, it's as if he was paralyzed

Biography: Exarius was born in a large Metropolis and he never was very talkative. However he lead a fairly simple life however he was often picked on, and for that reason he never made any friends. He had found one person that he trusted and that was the person that he had known since his childhood, and she was murdered over a few gold coins. She was beaten in such a fashion he cannot dare inflict death to others.

Ever since seeing his friend beaten he wishes to cleanse this world of all murderous acts, his eyes are sought on justice for all criminals. For those who break any law no matter the severity he often uses the dull edge of his weapon to stun, and knock out, his opponent. He doesn’t seem to care that his one true friend has died.

However in his heart he is suffering. The loss of the one person in this world that has believed in him is more tremendous than he could have imagined. He has been in training for the last 3 years and has trained vigorously. His heart set upon aught but justice, he wishes that his friend could see him now. With that thought is the driving force in his entire life, making sure that no-one is capable of such inhumane acts ever again.

Ever slowly Exarius is loosing his conscience and his going mad, loosing all control of himself to grief and the madness within.

Approved by Honour

Name: Masami Calla

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Race: Japanese human

Hair: Long, silky black hair that goes down to the middle of her back.

Eyes: Dark purple

Weight: 124 pounds

Height: 5’ 2’’

Appearance: She has a petite frame with a curvy hourglass figure. She looks neither skinny nor fat, and does not have any noticeable muscle, despite being in very good shape. Her skin looks very smooth and unblemished and has a certain shine to it.

She wears a stereotypical black, cloth ninja outfit, with a mask that only covers her lower face. There a dark purple lining around the neck, cuffs, and pant legs. Her her pants are slightly baggy, and allow her kick effortlessly. She has no sleeves, and wears black, leather gauntlets that fingerless. She has a black sash, which can also be used to strangle an opponent. Her needle and bomb pouches are sewed into the hips of her pants, but they do not slow her down, and are tight.

She has a small, delicate mouth and nose and a confident look in her deep, almond-shaped eyes. She normally wears purple eye shadow and pink lip gloss, because those are her favorite colors. Her nails are an inch long, and are permanently purple because of the poison that flows through it.

Overall, she is very attractive.

Weapons: She wields the Sword of Ho-o, a katana with a 3-foot blade and a purple Japanese phoenix painted on the side of the handle. It produces purple flames that can be used in a number of ways.
She has bo-shurikens(throwing needles) and smoke bombs as well that she stores in her pouches.

Her nails count as a weapon too. They secrete a toxin that paralyzes people when they are scratched. It is not deadly. She can “turn off” the poison so she does not harm people by accident.

Armor: None

Strengths: She is very agile and skilled in hand-to-handfighting and sword fighting. She prefers using hand-to-hand for quick attacks, and her sword and magic for strong attacks. Being a kunoichi, the female version of a ninja, she is also very good at disguises and using her gender against male opponents. Her sword produces purple flames that can be used as projectiles or to strengthen her sword attacks. She can paralyze her opponents with her poisonous nails, and she is immune to all types of poison.

Weaknesses: She is very light and can be knocked around fairly easy. She also has no armor, so she can be easily hurt. Without her sword, she can’t use or block magic. She has a harder time against females, because her body does not seduce them. She is fairly strong, but any man of average strength can overpower her. She is heavily reliant on her speed, ninjutsu, and weapons.

Skills/ Magic: Her sword had many different fire attacks.

Fire Bolt: Her sword shoots out a large ball of fire. It does small damage and can be charged for more damage. It is very quick.

Blazing Sword: She lights her sword and uses it as normally. It is more powerful and can be used as a torch, but it becomes harder to wield because it can burn Masami. Masami prefers using her sword unlit.

Fire Vortex: She spins her sword around her, creating a vortex that burns anything that touches it. It has short range and is mostly defensive.

Rising Phoenix: This is Masami’s most powerful attack. It has a ten second charge, and when it is unleashed, Kasumi is covered by a large, fiery, purple phoenix. The phoenix then flies straight at her opponents and causes massive damage. It covers a large area.

Masami is skilled in all 18 disciplines of ninjutsu and has surpassed her mother as a kunoichi. She can pick up most weapons and figure out to use them.

Personality: Masami is ver serious. She acts like any other young woman in the presence of friends, but it is just a facade. She is only truly happy when she is fighting. She feels sad and responsible for her mother's death, and confused about how her sword obtained its powers.
History: Before she was born, her mother lived in Japan and her father lived in San Francisco. Her mother was a part of the Ho-o clan, a clan of all-female ninjas who had magically obtained the ability to secrete poison through their nails. This eliminated the need for using poison dipped neko-te. Masami’s mother was the daughter of the clan leader, and she was trained under her. When she was 18, Masami’s mother was sent to America to perform her first assassination so she could become a member of the clan. The man was Masami’s father, who owned a large computer company. The clan’s employers were a corrupt rival of her father’s company. Masami’s mother fell in love with her victim, however, and two years later they married (Masami’s father was 24 when they met, in case you were wondering). They soon conceived Kasumi.

Masami was raised like any other American girl. However, her mother trained her in the way of the kunoichi without her father’s knowledge. Kunoichi are trained differently than male ninjas. They focused more on disguises, poisoning, and using their gender to their advantage. When Masami turned 13, her nails started secreting poison and turned purple. Her mother told her about their ancestors, and how they used this ability. As a secret birthday present, her mother gave her the sword of ho-o, and told her that this was the sword given to the leader of the Ho-o clan. She had received it from her mother when she left for America.

Around the time Masami was 21 and enrolled in college, a member of the clan visited her mother while she was alone. The visitor was Masami’s grandmother, who had come to kill Masami’s mother for leaving the clan all those years ago. The two women had an epic battle, but in the end, Masami’s grandmother disabled her unfaithful daughter and beheaded her. The police soon came to investigate, and found her body.

When Masami heard what happened, she tracked down her grandmother to a hotel she was staying in. Masami challenged her to a fight to the death. The battle was hard, and her grandmother almost won, until Masami somehow unleashed her Rising Phoenix attack. Her grandmother was instantly killed, and Masami had proved that she had surpassed both her mother and grandmother as a kunoichi.

After Masami passed college, she decided to become an assassin for hire. She would only accept missions for killing those who were corrupt or evil. She left San Francisco and took her job on the road, traveling to wherever there is an assassin needed.

Name: Knil

Age: 17

Race: Hylian/elven

Sex: Female

Hair: Golden blonde, long with messy bangs

Eyes: Bright blue

Weight: 120 pounds

Height: 5 foot 4 inches

Weapon: Sword and shield, hidden dagger.

Strengths: Strong-willed and intelligent, skilled with a sword. Great battle companion, very nimble and speedy, so she can run quickly in combat.

Weaknesses: Very light frame, can be knocked to the side by a powerful enemy. Takes damage very easily.

Skills/magic: Very musical and can harness the power of the elements. This power is untapped, and very unstable, so is very seldom used. She can also do some supreme acrobatics, which allows her to climb trees and dodge attacks with ease.

Appearance: Usually wears green tunic like Link, with boots and gloves. Also wears green cap. Has a fair appearance, and is very pretty. Bright blue eyes complimented by her long blond hair. Carries her sword and shield on her back, has a hidden dagger at her belt.

Personality: Can be a little sassy at times, but most of the time is very sweet. She is very competitive and almost always gets what she wants. She doesn't give up easily, and when she is given a hard time, she can get furious. If someone disagrees with her, she will debate until she is right. She can get very emotional sometimes.
In combat, she will do very quick attacks while running around the enemy to confuse them. She can lend a helping hand to companions by distracting the enemy. She likes to finish off battles, and never spares creatures that intend to kill her. When her enemy is about to attack, she dodges by either flipping out of the way, or climbing up a tree.

Biography: Knil grew up as nobility in Hyrule, Living under the shadow of her only friend, Princess Zelda. Her father was a war general, so both of her parents being very important people in the kingdom, she felt very pressured to be what everyone else wanted her to be. She had no siblings.

She learned how to fight with a sword and a shield in her early teens, and was very tomboyish. When she was 15, she ran away in forest elf clothing as to not get noticed, and to escape her pressuring life. She sealed herself away from civilization and wandered throught the forests in solitude. Back then, her travel companion was her palomino horse, Eponine. During the nights, she would seek shelter within trees. When she is in danger, she will defend herself by all means possible. She has the ability to kill, but she chooses not to unless it is of dire importance.

She never talks to her family anymore. She treats people with kindness only if they trated her with kindness first. She is very easy-going, until she is in danger, or if she is in an argument, which can start easily with her. She can get emotional at times.

She doesn't like her controlling family, or things that try to harm her. She does Like her horse Eponine, and Link, who saved her from an evil shadow puppet.
Her dream is to find true love, but this dream is interrupted by her non-belief of fairy tales.
Death isn't the first thing that crosses her mind, because she's faced it's large jaws before and survived. And she knows that when it's time, it's time.

She doesn't know it, but she is the carrier of the center triforce, which is supposed to make the force whole again.

Approved by Honour. And own more gun`s then anyone would ever need.

Name: Derrik

Age: Physical/Mental-25 Actual-7

Race: Genetically Perfected Human.

Race: He is a one of a kind. He was never born, instead being created in a lab. Using test samples of sperm and eggs, the scientists completely wiped the DNA of any information using specially designed lasers. Using these lasers, the scientists rearranged the atoms in the DNA to create what they thought would be a perfect human. He was designed to exact specifications, and thus is far beyond any human in all terms. He is able to jump ten feet high, and can punch through a concrete wall. His skin is extremely hard to the point that it won't be cut by sword strikes, immune to all types of normal handguns, some of the weaker shot guns and machine guns. He does not age, and his body is able to heal any wounds it does get very quickly.

While he was the only completed one before the lab was destroyed, there were about seven failed experiments still kept in a different lab. These mutated and disfigured humans paved the way for the first 'perfect” human. Of course, perfection is in the eyes of the creator.

Sex: Male.

Hair: A very light blond. It is thin, and goes just below his ears.

Eyes: A bright blue.

Weight: 185

Height: 6'5

Weapon: Derrik's melee weapon is a Katar-like blade that is grafted onto his arm, and is hidden in a metallic forearm armor. This is only about an inch off the top of his arm and stretches from his elbow to the end of his wrist. When required, he can activate a spring that shoots the blade outwards. The blade is about the length, and width of his arm, and is about a quarter inch thick. The weapon itself is made out of a special alloy that is stronger then steel, and near unbreakable. It shines silver in most light.

As far as melee weapons go, the only other weapon he holds is hidden in his walking stick. This fairly plain walking stick has a hidden switch on the top of its silver, balled top. This switch causes a metal spike to spring from the bottom of the cane. He usually only uses this in sneak attacks, or when he is unable to get his blade out, for whatever reason.

Along with his Melee weapons, he also has a plethora of Guns. His two main weapons are a pair of Benelli M4 Super 90. The design includes two self cleaning pistons located just ahead of the chamber to function opposite the rotating bolt, thereby eliminating the need for the complex mechanisms found on other gas-actuated automatics. For more information on these guns, go Here
-Ammunition-

Explosive shot: Using a special type of bullet, the shot will scatter after being fire and each of the small pieces will explode upon impact. They do very little piercing damage but high explosive damage.

Fast Shot: Are bullets made with a special mixture of black powder that gives the shots an extra speed, doubling the velocity of the next fastest bullet. These are his most preferred type of ammunition.

Along with his shot guns, he has two Modified Kimber Eclipse's in holsters on his side. These twelve shot hand guns have a silver barrel, black hand grip and weigh just over 38 ounces. They are light weight, durable and can pack a serious punch. His specially modified ones are also equipped with a laser sight and a larger barrel for his heavier rounds. Being much easier to access then his Benelli's, that rest on his back, he often resorts to these instead. For more information go Here

-Ammunition-

Scatter shot: These act the same as a shotgun round, except to lesser effect. They scatter after leaving the barrel and are perfect for dealing with multiple or fast moving enemies.

Blast Shot: This one packs a punch. Using a much larger round, this shot hits the target with a surprising large amount of force. The only downside is that it moves slower then normal bullets, but the extra punch is worth it.

Fast Shot: Bullets made with a special mixture of black powder that gives the shots extra speed, doubling the velocity of the next fastest bullet. These are his most preferred type of ammunition.

In reserve, he also carries two small Nambu pistol's in his boots. These are eight round hand guns that he rarely ever uses. He has no special type of ammunition for these, and instead just sticks with the industry standard. For more information go Here

Along with all these he also has five M67 Hand grenades The M67's are a type of fragmentation grenade that has a 3-5 second fuse. While the initial blast only covers a 13 meter diameter, the shrapnel produced can embed itself into object over 230 meters away.

Along with those weapons that Derrik constantly has on him, he also keeps reserve weapons in his Koenigsegg CCX. This car was made with him in mind. The sleek black exterior is completely bullet proof and it has a nitrogen boosters for added speed when needed. It was built without the roof portion. This two door is able to reach an unboosted speed of 250MpH. This car comes complete with a highly advanced GPS system, and on board computer. It is even able to find Derrik where ever he may be, and go to him at his call. On board this car he has two HK416 assault rifles, and a RPG. These are his least used weapons, and have no special type of ammunition.

Armor: He wears a bullet proof vest underneath his clothes, and other then that his tough skin is more then enough to block swords and most ammunition.

Strengths: Well, his strengths should be obvious. He has super human strength, speed and endurance. His super human skin makes him hard to damage, as well as his fast healing makes it more difficult. His reaction time is unparalleled and his mind is able to do complex puzzles in mere seconds. He plans out all his moves before he acts and usually gets them dead on. He has photographic memory, being able to see something only once and already know how it works and can describe it in detail. He also has perfect aim, boasting to never miss a target.

Weakness: His main weakness is magic. Being made from science, magic makes very little sense to him and he finds it hard to dodge. He can never seem to comprehend it and it hurts him more then it probably should.

Skills/Magic: None.

Appearance: He has a neat and professional appearance. He is always wearing a pure white suit with matching trench coat and bowler hat. He has black dress boats with attachments for his nambu pistols. His Kimber Eclipses are equipped in holsters attached to his belt, and his main weapons are attached to his back underneath his trench coat, almost invisible from sight. His ammunition and grenades are all hidden inside pockets of his trench coat. He usually wears dark sun glasses over his bright blue eyes. His skin is very tan and he is very well built. His eyes are slightly slanted and his face is very handsome. He Carries a walking stick with him for appearance. It is straight and gold in color with a shinny ball top.

Personality: He's a smart, nice guy. He is sarcastic and sometimes rude at times, as he doesn't know much about being socially accepted. He knows that he's supposedly “perfect”, but takes little interest in it. He can be a little hot headed at times and doesn't say no to a challenge. He takes a certain amount of pride in his abilities and often shows a little bit of an ego, though he doesn't realize.

While fighting, he doesn't ask questions. He fights fiercely without hesitation, and he does his job to perfection; and as quick as possible to get out of there. He doesn't think twice about taking a life, as he is accustomed to it.


Biography:

April 15, 2000,

That was the day I saw evolution in it's purest form. My name it Elizabeth Taylor, and I am a scientist recently assigned to a secret government program. It was something out of a dream or a movie, as soon as I walked I saw “them”. Mutated human bodies floating in glass tubes filled with a strange liquid. I think I fainted, I don't remember. It was horrible, I just couldn't fathom why the USA would do something like that.

When I woke up I was treated to an explanation, this lab I found myself in was used for trying to create some sort of living weapon. A Super Human. What I saw where mistakes in the programming, somehow they missed something. It was an awful feeling as I agreed to join, it wasn't like I had a choice, I knew if I said anything then I would be killed without hesitation. It was something not allowed to be put into the public's eyes.

January 1, 2002,

Test subject five was a failure. Another horrible mutated human was the outcome, but it may provide some insight on why the others failed too. We seemed to be missing an important gene, something that remained blank after the wipe. Without it now matter what we designed they would all come out like that, something definitely not human. Once again it was never allowed out of the test tube it was made in, what a wasteful life. Shush I shouldn't say such things, if anyone knew I had doubts about these experiments they'd kill me.

August 24, 2004,

How could it be a failure, I was certain that everything went perfectly. We checked, and re-checked the documents over a thousand times. Everything was right everything. I guess maybe its impossible to create a human, maybe we shouldn't be playing god. I didn't even get to see it, but they tell me its a failure. Damn...

But its not just me. My best friend in this stinking lab quit today, she said she couldn't take it anymore. I'm just worried for her, I know these people. I'm afraid their going to kill her. Damn the government and its secrets.

November 5, 2005,

We did it! I can hardly contain my excitement. We created him, the perfect human. It's like something out of a dream, for five years I've been working so much, and we did it. They called him Derrik after the programs founder, he's...amazing. He's not grown fully yet, he still looks young in his tube, but I've been told he will be the perfect age in a couple months. I'm so excited. It makes it all worth it, the sacrifice, we made it, the perfect human.

February 2, 2006,

I talked to him today. I was the second person. He was...much nicer then I expected. I figured after being told he was the “perfect human,” that he would be more self centered, but no. He was nice and calm, and smart, it was...amazing. We talked for hours about everything, it was like all of human history was planted into his head, but he seemed to be able to make his own decisions about things.

It's weird I feel sort of like a mother, after all I was the second head architect these past five years. And what a proud mother I was, he was tall, handsome, well built, and smart. Of course...if I looked at it that way I couldn't help but feel ad for all my children who didn't even have a chance. I guess that's the price of playing God.

July 14, 2009,

He went on his first mission today...it was weird seeing him go knowing he was just a tool for murder. We've been talking so much late, and he's just so nice, but I know he will kill without even a second thought. It almost sickening to think about it, he's just a human made weapon, he's just a tool for these people, but not for me. To me he is real...I just don't know what to do...

March 7, 2010,

Damn...he's not perfect. They found a flaw five years later they found a flaw. Their going to kill him, I know it, they're going to kill him when his usefulness has ended. Damn it they can't do that, he's still human isin't 't he? He's still...this is the worst.

November 5, 2011,

He's alive, thank god he's alive. I thought they killed him, but I saw him yesterday I know I did, he gave me a note, and told me to meet him tomorrow. I can't believe it, I thought he was dead, its amazing he survived, my son. I wonder how he's doing, it's been so long, I wonder how he escaped. I guess I find out everything tomorrow, I can hardly wait.

-_-_-

Derrick closed the book he was reading and looked at the sky. The book consisted of the only remaining pieces of Elizabeth's diary, the entire lab was burned to the ground the first day of 2012. He set the fire, and killed everyone including her. He felt bad, he though she escaped, but he was dead wrong. He couldn't live in the past though, he had a mission, he heard the “mistakes” where sent to a lab somewhere in Europe, he needed to find them and give his brothers a proper Burrel, somehow. Until then he would live as a mercenary, the best in the world. Sometimes even being perfect doesn't mean your life is.

how can i get my character approved??

Didn't you post three characters that didn't follow the guidelines and were not supposed to be approved as they were for a story you were writing? The point is, here is my character. Approved by Honour.

Name: Xavier (people in his society do not commonly have last names)

Age: 17

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Hair: Thick black unkempt medium length hair (adjective-tastic!)

Eyes: Dark grey with violet toward the center and light green toward the edge

Weight: 32.8125 N (4.48 Newtons in a pound)

Height: 1.6764 meters (roughly 2.54 cm in an inch)

Weapon: A yew longbow magically preserved to keep it from breaking although it only protects it from normal wear and tear and the occasional strike with a blunt object. He also carries a short sword for close quarters combat, but is not trained to use it so his fighting technique is sloppy and improvised. The sword is made of steel and has a brown leather grip.

Armor: None really, he wears a brown tunic, pants and a leather belt, gloves and boots. His clothes are mainly for comfort and ease of movement, but offer next to no protection from attacks. He also wears bracers made of thick leather and a warm cloak that reaches down to his knees (or does that make it a cape?).

Strengths: Xavier is a very skilled archer; he rarely misses his target and often shoots to kill. He also has decent magical skills; he can create almost any object out of water, but they lessen in quality as his familiarity with the item decreases. Example: He would be able to create an arrow better than he could create a jar of marmalade. This ability extends in many directions, making his magical powers nearly endless, but he does not have enough time or patience to train his abilities. He is also very nimble and agile; he can dodge almost every average attack, and can dodge a more powerful attack better than the average person. He also wears an amulet in the shape of a circle that repels enemies if enough energy is channeled through it, any kind of energy, electrical, nuclear, magical and so on.

Weakness: He is vulnerable to melee attacks since his armor provides virtually no defense against any attacks, magical or not. Xavier is as physically strong as the average person, putting him at a disadvantage if fighting a superhuman foe. Almost everyone with training in sword fighting will be able to defeat him in close quarters combat around 7 times out of 10. His age and occasional arrogance sometimes cause him to start unnecessary fights that he will most likely lose.

Skills/Magic: He doesn’t know any specific spells; his magical abilities are explained in the strengths section. He can create pretty much any object out of water, and their quality decreases or increases based on his familiarity with the object he creates. He can also use this ability to create various illusions or projectiles to attack enemies. This also gives him minor control over water but he has yet to train it.

Appearance: Xavier is the kind of person that you wouldn’t be able to distinguish in a police lineup; he has a light tan and no real distinguishing features to his face or body, unless you count a small scar on his left arm from a throwing knife that hit him as a child. His weapons and clothes would be the only thing separating him from the crowd. He is slightly muscular, and always looks like he just woke up from a long nap.

Personality: Xavier is lazy in most situations, and prefers not to get involved in conflicts he deems to be pointless. He is also quick to anger if someone insults him and will often get into unnecessary conflicts with people and, at one point, a very arrogant German Sheppard that urinated on his face while he was sleeping. Xavier is also blunt by nature, an attribute that angers some people that he speaks with. He is also excellent at the art of lying and can be very deceitful. However, he is not uncaring and he can be friendly if he wants to and even benevolent if the situation calls for it.

Biography: Xavier was born into a strict military family and as a result was trained to be battle ready should the moment come. He was taught how to use a bow and some basic magic. Everything was going well until he eventually, like all teenagers, rebelled against his parents and their constant training. When his parents insisted on his training the fifteen year old ran away from home, a choice that he has yet to see a problem with.

Alone and angry, the boy wandered around the countryside, getting into fights and stealing to feed himself. This has caused him to get in trouble with the law on many occasions, and as a result he tries to stay away from major cities. By the age of sixteen he earned himself the nickname “the rat” from a wanted poster of himself that can be seen in a few towns and cities.

Name: Naroh Anurhem

Age: 27

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Hair: Short and brown, with dark brown streaks running throughout it.

Eyes: Brown

Weight 199 Lbs.

Hight: 5' 9"

Weapon: Naroh uses his favorite sword, Aronade, in most battles.

Strengths: Heat is what gives Naroh his strength. When the day is hot, he is active. He absorbs the heat to give him the power to keep on going. Of course there is such a thing as "too hot" for Naroh. But that's not usually the case.

Weakness: Cold. Naroh is highly affected by cold weather, and can't stay out on a snowy day for very long... He starts to stiffen after about fifteen minutes. If someone uses cold magic, for example, Naroh will not be able to do much. He will stiffen, and simply lose his strength.

Skills: Naroh's skills lie with his sword. He trained for a short time with a master, but when he moved he had to train himself with the sword, and therefore has come up with his own style of fighting. It includes rolling, jumping, spinning, and swinging of his sword. He can dodge, but he usually blocks oncoming attacks with his sword.
He is also a rather good cook thanks to years of cooking for his family.
Naroh has been seeing a local mage for lessons on how to use fire magic, since heat is something he enjoys. His skills aren't the greatest, but he's getting good.
Fireball: Naroh can create a fireball between 4 in. and 8 in. Doesn't take much energy.
Fire Fingers: With this spell Naroh can engulf his hands in fire. Doesn't take much energy.
Blast: After useing the Fire Fingers spell Naroh can blast fire at an enemy. However, since his skills are not very good, he has a hard time controlling the actual direction the blast goes. The more times used, the more energy it takes.

Appearance: Naroh is an average shaped human. Not too much fat, but not too little. He wears black jeans and a dark blue long-sleeved shirt with a viper on the front. He wears white sneakers with maroon steaks on the sides. The sheath for his sword on his back. He wears a blue jacket over it to hide it. But, of course, the handle sticks out.

Personality: Naroh is usually a friendly guy, looking for friends. He can be serious if he has to, but he prefers not to be. When it comes to battles he is ready to jump in, but only of he finds the fight worth his while. This is not to say he's greedy, but battles with prizes of money do get his attention. He often lets others start fights, but, at times, he will start one to get some excitement on a drab day. Most insults do hurt Naroh, but he doesn't usually show it. However, if he is constantly insulted he will lash out quickly at whoever was insulting him.

Biography:
Naroh Anurhem had a pretty normal life, he was born, he grew up some, had a few crushes, got over them, grew up some more, got a "D" in math class, and grew a little more. It was normal until he was 13. He had a life long love for swords, so this day, the day he turned 13, was one of the greatest days of his life... He was now old enough to be taught how to use a sword. He walked over to Aronade, the sword master who had promised to teach him how to use a sword. He had most of his belongings with him because he had to live with Aronade in another place. This place was in a town, not far from his own. It had many kinds of people in it, mages, swordsmen, archers, boxers, and many others.

A couple years had passed when Naroh got a letter from his parents telling him that they were moving, and that they were taking him with them. He told Aronade the news, and started packing. Before he left Aronade handed him a heavy, and long package. He instructed Naroh not to open it until he was settled into his new home.

After a few weeks of unpacking everything Naroh went into his new room. He had the package Aronade had given him. He sat on his bed and started to open it. When he opened it he gasped in surprise. It was a sword. He decided to name the sword after Aronade, and hang it on the wall for display.

When Naroh was 17 he decided to go back to sword training. But there was no one around who knew more than he did. So he took Aronade, his sword, and went off into the woods to practice what he did know. He trained long hours, and developed his own style.

When he turned 20 he moved away to a new town, similar to the one where Aronade taught him to use the sword. He met the local mage and asked if he would teach him to use fire magic. He is now 27 and has been getting better at magic, but still has much to learn. his skills with the sword have improved as well, so he figures life won't be so bad.

Approved on the first time, no edits, first character

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Name: Zarce

Age: 41

Race: Elven and Human

Sex: Male

Hair: His hair alters between Red and Silver, Red when he’s angry / or fighting, and silver for almost every other aspect.

Eyes: Red

Weight: 100 Lbs

Height: 5’10”

Weapon: Zarce has no “Weapon” when hes maging, its more of a “add on”, his weapon is called The Mages Book, it is said to be the only one created.. What this book does, is it synchronizes his Mages skills, it makes him more powerful and makes his spells more “expert”. This book was supposedly created by Ezlo, the Minish Elder that also created the “Mages Hat”, which is much similar. This one little item with all this power has the ability to corrupt almost anyone with nothing but pure Might, Goodness, and the Desire not to harm anyone.

Zarce also ranges a little, but he is no where close to his mage skill. His weapon is called the Deku Bow, which one little Minish came up with, and later sold it to a Deku Shrub, who gave it to Zarce because he did a good dead for him. The Deku Bow is formed from one of the oldest Deku bushes recorded in History, the bush was said to have magical powers. It shoots leaves at a high pace inflicting little damage, but at the rate he can fire, it can be deadly.

Strengths: Zarce is extremely fast on his feet, he can escape from almost any close fight. Now why would he need to escape from a close fight? Well, his parents were different species, and both different sizes / shapes, and Zarce has small hands, so he does not have the great ability to weild a sword. Zarce’s mage ability is well above his age. He spent hours on end training his foot skills and mage skills that his ability is well above average.
He can also see in the dark, which helps in battle as he has perfect vision.

Zarce was supposedly trained by Ezlo and Vaati when Ezlo gave Vaati the Mages Hat, this is why he has ability for dark powers, but uses them to his advantage for good, and not evil.

Weakness: Zarce is extremely weak to arrows because he has no metal armour, as it slows him down while he is running, so if he gets hit with an arrow it will most likely do 2x the damage as normal, same does with a sword, he is basically completely vulnerable to almost anything, unless its mage.

Skills/Magic:

Peril Teleport – Allows Zarce to teleport after a fight has been going on for over 5 minutes, and his life is within ½ of death, it tires him down so much that he cannot use it for around 6 days.

Fire Bomb – A fire spell that is Zarce’s main source of attack, it is just a basic spell that evokes enemys in flames.

Holy Force – A spell that blinds enemy’s, the length of which is unknown.

Black Hell – Causes Zarce to go into a hellish state, increasing his defensive skills, and slowing down his speed.

Deku Force – Increases the damage at which his Deku Bow does, but slows down his accuracy, and also decreases his damage.

Appearance: Zarce’s appearance is what a normal mages appearance would be but enhanced with special abilitys. The robes are hand crafted with Red velvet, blessed with a spell that increases his capability to cast spells. He wears a hood that covers his face as he does not want to be distracted by looking at the enemy.

Personality: Zarce is a complete hard-head, he thinks he’s all that when he has much to learn. When he fights, he never talks, he wants to be completely focused on the fight, and not harmless words, they cant win him the battle. As for his personality around people, he’s not a real “people person”, he usually prefers to be alone to concentrate on training or thoughts, and doesn’t like to be interrupted or approached by someone at a fast pace.

Biography: Zarce’s history is very grim, so grim he doesn’t like to think about it. Zarce is supposed to be a direct descendant of Ganon, there is no proven line, but he can tell the connection that he is still alive. His parents are two completely different species, and two different people. His dad can be very pissed off at times, he gets mad very easy, and doesn’t like to be pushed around, his dad is the human one born in the town of Hyrule, he loves to fight and will not deny a fight when asked for one. Zarces mom is elvish, she is very drawn back, easy, and very fun to talk to, she is not much of a fighter person unlike her husband.

Zarce has left his parents behind because they remind him of being a distant relative to Ganon, which he does not like. Ever since he found out he was related to Ganon, he devoted his life to good, and has devoted his life to hunting out the Evil in all of the land.

Back around the time of the defeat of Ganon, it was said he was dead, but Zarce could still sence that connection he had with him, so he went out on a search for him. It is believed Ganon knew of Zarce searching for him, and was terrified because if he was actually related to him, then he might have the same abilitys as him and could possibly defeat him for good. Zarce never found him, but still roams the land of Hyrule in search of him to defeat him. Zarce knows Ganon can never be defeated unless Link, or himself defeats him as his power is so great that he cannot possibly die by the hands of anyone with normal powers.

He now searches for a new person, not a foe, but a friend, that person is Link, he searches for Link as a source for the where-about of Ganon, he think that with the power of Links sword, and by the hand of Zarces mage, they can possibly defeat Ganon and bring peace to all Hyrule for once and for all.

Well, here are my BA characters ^^ From my first created character Emir all the way down to my most recently created character Akita =^.^=


START: Emir

Name: Emir(ee-mere) Sedra (say-dra)
Age: 22
Gender: female
Race: Human
Race Symbol
Class: Warlord
Class Description: The Warlord is more capable in one-on-many battles than in one-on-one combat and prefers long-range weapons, such as poles. She casts gusts of thunderstorms that cause enemies to faint in their tracks. The Warlord demonstrates her power most effectively in groups, such as during siege battles.
Class Symbol
Theme Song: The Howling by: Within Temptation

Hair: blonde and is about shoulder length but is tied in braids
Eyes: unnaturally crystal blue

Weapons: Emir has many weapons. Each weapon was forged from the great smith Hindemith Infinite. Her weapons are The Infinity Bow, The Infinity Polearm, and The Infinity Wing Duel Blades. She also has a Dark Dragon named Valakas in which she will call upon to get her out of sticky situations.
Armour: Emir has 1 set of armour. Her armour is called and Dark Crystal. This armour is stronger than diamonds, but as light as a feather.

Strengths: Emir has many strengths aswell. She can outrun a stronger opponent or she can catch up with a weaker one that is fleeing. Her speed is essential for defeting an opponent. She is also capable of judging what weapon she should use for combat. She also has the ability to charm male opponents.
Weaknesses: Even though Emir has great strengths she also has weaknesses to counter act them. She is weak against magic. Her armour protects against weapons not magic. She is a human so therefore can be decieved. She can only kill someone if they are truly a threat to the 5 races of her land. She does sometimes make a wrong judgement. She also easily falls in love. Her other weakness that is a majow one is that her skills have something of a cool down mode where she can't use them for a certain amount of time.

Skills:

Focus attack: attacks one enemy at a time. Used with a spear, dagger, or duel blades.

Whirlwind: a wide arcing swing that inflicts damage to multiple surrounding enemies.

Final Frenzy: Emir goes into a frnzy killing anything and everything

Thrill Fight: temporarily increases her attack speed

Revival: Emir helas herself but only when she is greatly injured

Wrath: by swings a weapon at enemy

Apperance:
Dark Crystal Armour
Infinity Wing Duel Blades
Infinity Polearm
Infinity Bow
Valakas

Personality: Emir is mostly layed back and is easy to make a friend with. But she only gives her trust to you once and if you break her trust within you she will not even acknowledge your presence. If a person were to hurt one of her friends though... they would have hell to pay. She is a little overprotective of her friends but she is a great allie. She is strong and courageous. Even though she has friends... she prefers to travel alone.

Bio: Emir once lived in the grand water jewel of her land, Lior. She was happy and young with her best friend Ryoko who lived together in the land of Aden. Ryoko was a Dark Elf, beautiful, young, and was a powerful fighter. Emir and Ryoko were palace guards for the King of Aden who lived in the palace located in the city which was called Aden aswell. But she did not serve the king... no she served her majesty the queen who was also a warlord. But on a fateful night, a night she happened to not be on guard duty, the palace was seiged! The attackers were from a renegade clan called Aurora. Luckily though the palace was saved. However another not so fortunate event happened the next day.

The King blamed Emir for the attack since she was not there when it happened. "Emir! You are guilty for leading those pitiful renegade scum from beyond the Dark Elven territory to here! From now on, You are BANISHED from Aden and its surronding cities. Pack your things and leave. You have two days to be gone from my land!" The King Boomed. "King Teon... she is not guilty of these crimes you speak of. She was at our home in Lior with me!" cried Ryoko. Those who liked the King better than Emir joined his side accusing Emir of crimes she had not done. Those who were friends of Emir and Ryoko accused the King of lying. "How dare you call your King a liar. You should all be banished with her." King Teon raged. " No. I will leave but my friends will stay. Queen Lionna it was a pleasure to serve you. King Teon aswell." Emir bowed her head and left without another word. She ran to her town, packed her things, and left without a single good-bye to anyone. She never truelly left them behind though. All of her friends knew that if they were in trouble, Emir would somehow save them. Some tried to follow her but could never find her.

She has traveled beyond the land of Aden to another called Elmore. Here she has lived in a small village called Garoh. Her she protects the village from outsiders that mean them harm. This is where she got her dragon, Valakas and has protected the village since.

She got her dragon when she found out that there was a female dragon killing travelers who went through the snowy pass Luita. Emir went up the pass and found that the only reason the dragon had been kiling was to feed herself because she was about to begin her egg laying process. Emir could not find it in her heart to kill the dragon so she decided to feed the mountain goats that had swarmed a mountain nearby. The first time she tried to do this however she was almost burned to ashes. But as Emir kept on feeding the female dragon it understood that Emir meant her no harm. Emir decided to name the female dragon Luita after the dragons snowy home. The day that the dragons eggs hatched was the day that Emir got Valakas. This was the dragons first baby to hatch out of the cluster of eggs. Emir named nim Valakas after the demon dragon that had been terrorizing the city Aden. Emir trained Valakas to protect their little village rather than destroy it.

An intersting day came to them when a young female elf ran into their village. Emir could tell that she was weak and had fought a great deal to reach this village. Cuts and bruises were everywhere that had not been protected by her amour. "Emir you must come back to Aden! Antharas has awoken and found his way from the top of Kruma tower! You must help!" the elf yelled. "Why should I go back?!? I'm banished. The king ordered it himself!" Emir replied coldly. "The king himself said it was foolish of him. He told me to find you and bring you back. He wanted to apologize. He said, 'It was foolish of me to banish Emir. She was my best warlord I've seen in all my reign.' Please you must come back. We are losing too many warriors. Emir, your friends are dying in battle because you are not their to lead them!!" Something clicked inside of Emir. She would not let her friends die because she was not their. "Fine. I will leave immediatly but you . . . stay here and rest untill you are better. Find my friend Aurora and she will give you something to make your journey to aden faster. Tell her I sent you. The elf nodded. Emir whistled for Valakas and took off into the sky back to Aden.

OoC:She is my first character to be part of the Alliance of Tasogare!!!


START: Ryoko

Name: Ryoko(Ri-o-ko) Dasta(Dah-sta)
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Dark Elf
Race Symbol
Class: Blade Dancer
Class Description: The BladeDancer uses duel blades and dances to her own rythm to whichever dance she preferes. A BladeDancer has many dances ranging from those that she uses in combat to those that protect her in combat.
Class Symbol
Theme Song: Closer by: Lacuna Coil

Hair Colour: White
Eye Colour: Very bright green

Weapons: A pair of duel blades called, Swords of Delusion. A dagger called Angel Slayer. And of course her dragon, Biconne(bi co nay) of Blue Sky. (Not as large as Valakas!!He breathes blue fire cause he is an ice dragon!!)
Armour: She has a 1 set of armour This armour is called the Robe of Nightmares. Tis just a red robe that is somewhat cursed. Only one of the black magics can use this robe without being cursed by devilish nightmares. Very pretty too!!.

Strengths: Ryoko has strengths that are about the same as Emir's. But they still are different. She is faster than Emir but she can not run at a higher speed for too long. She loves to charm male opponents because of her big clevage(kids, don't ask your parents about that. You'll find out sooner or later!!). A strength that is one of Emir's weaknesses is she can kill with ease. It doesn't matter if they are a threat of not.
Weaknesses: Ryoko has a smaller frame than Emir so is therefor much easier to hurt. When she has run for a long distance, it takes her a long time to be able to run like that agin. Her skills also have a sorta cool down time like Emir's. She tends to have a temperment that gets her in trouble!! She tends to also be a little decieving that makes her not very liked by others.

Skills:

Dance of Fire: temporarily increases her critical damage. Creates a flame around her swords/dagger

Dance of Light: increases her attack power

Dance of Inspiration: Ryoko's next attack will always hit its mark

Dance of Fury: temporarily increases her attack speed.

Dance of the Shadows: protects her from heavy damage from dark magic attacks

Dance of the Siren: Ryoko dances a dark dance fearing most enemies

Apperance:
Robe of Nightmare
Swords of Dellusion
Angel Slayer
Biccone

Personaility: Ryoko is a bit tempermetal. She easily gets mad but she truly does have a caring heart even though she tends to show it in a weird way! She is a very powerful allie andis good to have on your team. Even though she acts like a prick, she is very humerous. Emir is her best friend and was heart broken when King Teon banished Emir.(Reffer to Emir's Bio) Once Emir came back (reffer to Clash in the Satrap Apitheater) she regained her old personality and her humerous ways. She is very kind to dragons especially her's. She loves to take care of Valakas when Emir leaves him with her.

Bio: Ryoko had met Emir when she was younger. She was only 16 when they first met. Back then, she was only a Palus Knite. She was on a mission to find this blue dragon that was killing many people and Ryoko had to destroy it. I hate being the best. Too many people rely on you to do things for em. Ryoko had met Emir while traveling to Dragon Valley wher the blue dragon lived. She was walking with her hands folded behind her head when she accidentally crashed into Emir.

"Hey, whats the big idea!!" Ryoko yelled

"Heh, sorry about that. But you should have been watching where you were going!" the warlord said. But back than, she was just a Human Warrior.

"What?!? You shouldn't have just been standing in the middle of the path!"

"As if, you weren't even paying attention! Plus, I was listening for a blue dragon!"

"What? You too were given this mission?!?"

"Yea, were you?"

"Yea, thats really the only reason to be here in Dragon Valley. Hehe, sorry about yelling. By the way, I'm Ryoko, Ryoko the Palus Knite"

"Training to become a Blade Dancer ehh. Well I'm Emir, Emir the Human Warrior!"

"Are you gonna be a Gladiator or a Warlord?"

"As if I'd be a Gladiator, there so barbaric. Warlord is what I'm goin for!!"

"Kewl, lets go get that blue dragon!!"

Emir nodded and they both set off to find the blue dragon. Although, when they found the blue dragon though, it was dying. Emir felt soory for it and Ryoko said this dragon was too beautiful to kill. They decided to heal it and pretty much brought it back to life.

"Well, since we have nursed it, who is going to keep it. It's too small for my tastes so why don't you have it!" Emir offered.

"What?!? You don't want him?"

"Nope, he's all yours Ryoko."

"Biconne, his name shall be Biconne."

"Hmm, I have a better one Ryoko, Biconne of Blue Sky!"

After that, Ryoko and Emir became great friends. They even decided to move in with each other. They both disliked the busy bustling of Aden so they decided to move to Lior. They both enjoyed there new home in the Grand Water Jewel City of Lior! Here, she and Emir were palace guards for the King Teon and thy lady the queen, Liona. Even though they lived in Lior, it was only about a 10 minute walk from Aden to Lior! They both were part of Queen Liona's personal guards. They made shure that no one was to harm the queen. When Emir was banished though she was broken. "

"Emir! You are guilty for leading those pitiful renegade scum from beyond the Dark Elven territory to here! From now on, You are BANISHED from Aden and its surronding cities. Pack your things and leave. You have two days to be gone from my land!" Teon Boomed.

"King Teon... she is not guilty of these crimes you speak of. She was at our home in Lior with me!" cried Ryoko.

Emir ended up leaving without even a simple good-bye. Ryoko became depressed and she hardly ever went to guard the queen. When Ryoko had recieved news that Antharas, the great devil land dragon had awoken, she knew they needed help. What she did not know, is that the Liona had sent a young elf, her pupil to be exact, to find Emir! With Emir's help they defeated Antharas but at a high price. Emir had been almost mortally wounded,(reffer back to Clash in the Satrap Ampitheater) and was layed in a comma for nearly a weak. Once Emir was strong enough, they both visited the King and Queen and Teon relinquished Emir's banishment. He had even offered Emir to become a palace guard once more but she declined.

"Sorry King Teon, but I've had to much fun traveling."

"Emir, are you crazy, this is what you do. Its what you've done since we met."

"Come with me then Ryoko. I'm sure Biconne would like to travel again."

"Come with you. With Biconne. But Biconne can fly and you can't."

"I know, but while I was banished, I got a dragon. His name is Valakas and he is much bigger than your little pipsqueak!!"

"WHAT?!? EMIR, HOW DARE YOU CALL MY BICONNE A PIPSQUEAK!!!!!"

"Believe me Ryoko, once you've seen Valakas. Biconne will look like a pipsqueak."

Ryoko twitched with irritation.

"Fine. I'll come with you. We'll see about your so called dragon Valakas."

"I am sure you two will be fine with each other. You will be missed. But know, you are always welcome in Aden and its territory." the sweet voice of Liona spoke.

Both Emir and Ryoko bowed. They would definitly be able to handle themselves, but what about the castle.

"Emir!!!!" yelled a young mans voice.

"Ehhh, Kagan? What are you doing here?"

"I'm a palace guard just like you were. But i'm a HawkEye know!!"

"Ryoko!!! Your leaving!! Please don't" cried a young girl about Kagans age.

"Avyuir, calm down. You'll do fine my dear SwordSinger! Kagan, promise me you will take care of Avyuir." (Yes, that is me woot!!)

"Of course Ryoko." Kagan saluted.

"And don't worry you two. Your ready now."

They both bowed again and walked out of the castle. Ryoko whistled for biconne and Emir whistled for Valakas. When Ryoko saw Valakas, she nearly fell over.

"Wow Emir. That is a big dragon!"

START: Avyuir

Name: Avyuir (av-yure) Windstrike
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Race Symbol
Class: SwordSinger
Class Description: The SwordSinger has a beautiful voice that she uses to raise the morale of her party members and to assist them in battle. She helps to recover the physical strength of group members through Song of Life. The sound of the SwordSingers voice is welcome in any group.
Class Symbol
Theme Song: Wonderland by: DJ Pulse

Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue

Weapons: A simple pair of Duel Blades called Swords of Keshanberk. These blades are light and therefore are able to be swung threw the air with little effort. Because the blades are so light, her attacks can be swift and sometimes deadly.
Armour: Avyuir is a relativly simple character with little to carry. Like only having one weapon, she has one set of armour. This armour is called Tallum Plate, they said it was worn by the greatest of all war heroes, Tallum Reighn.

Strengths: Avyuir have the abilty to hear very well. She can hear things from a mile away. She is very fast. She is quiet nimble too. She can easily evade an attack and turn on a dime. She is very skilled with her swords aswell.
Weaknesses: She may have the ability to hear well, but if its too loud, she gets quiet a headache. When she gets a headache, she can't concentrate on usuing her skills. Because she is nimble she has a light frame. Hard blows to her mid area can easily hurt her. Her skills, like both Ryoko and Emir, have a cool down aswell.

Skills: She has many skills just like my other characters.

Song of Invocation: Makes Dark Magic attacks against her weaker

Song of Wind: Increases her movement

Song of Hunter: Increases her attack strength

Song of Life: Increases her stamina

Song of Earth: traps an enemy in vines slowing the enemy down.

Song of Water: creates a whirlpool around the enemy

Psycho Symphony: A song that has the ability to make a weak minded person go insane

Sword Symphony: Three swords circle around her body slicing anything that gets too close

Elemental Heal: A healing spell that uses the elements, the more elements around her, the stronger the healing power

Apperance:
Tallum Plate
Swords of Kashenberk



Personality: Avyuir is a very kind and loving elf. She does not have the heart to kill no matter how evil. She is very sweet and everyone seems to love her. She does however, get very flusterred sometimes. Especially around her friend Kagan. She loves nature seeing as she is an elf. She dose hate people who burn down forests.

Bio: Avyuir had been learning from Ryoko on how to become a Palace Gaurd. She had been training intensively since she bacame the age of 16. She began as a simple Elven Knite on her way to become a full fledged SwordSinger. She had hoped to train from an actual SwordSinger. Instead, she got a down right dirty BladeDancer.

"I do not want to learn from a DarkElf!"

"Avyuir, listen to me. I may be a DarkElf, but still we are the same. A bladeDancer is not very different than a SwordSinger. Plus, al the Elven teachers are to busy training there pupils."

"Fine then Master Ryoko, teach me!"

"Just call me Ryoko. Master is too formal for my tastes."

Avyuir soon found at that Ryoko was a great teacher. She was actually wuiet happy that she did not get an Elvan teacher. But her training soon slowed, when Emir was banished.(OoC: hmm, seems like a lot of people were hurt from Emir's banishment. Hehe, bad choice King Teon!! BiC) Ryoko had been crushed by what happened to Emir (OoC:reffer to either Emir's or Ryoko's profile!BiC). Avyuir figured that if she gave Ryoko time, she would come back to her old self. But un fortunatly, it never happened. Avyuir was assighned a new teacher. An Elven SwordSinger. Avyuir did not like this teacher at all. She wanted Ryoko back.

"I am sorry, but I WANT Ryoko back. I will not train under you!"

"Dear Eva (OoC: goddess that the Elves worship. BiC), what has that dirty, blasted DarkElf done to you Avyuir. You used to b"

"How dare you say that about Ryoko. She is not dirty nor blasted! It is you!"

"You are training to be a SwordSinger, not a BladeDancer! They are too different!"

"What would you know about the differences between BladeDancers and SwordSingers. Ryoko taught me that their almost equal. They have very little differences! The only difference is that we sing and they dance!"

"You will neve learn how to be the perfect SwordSinger if you were taught like that. And I will not teach you! Go find your pitiful DarkElf. Perhaps you can colour your skin grey and join them!"

As Avyuir watched the Elven teacher she felt her stomache turn. Perhaps the Elf was right. No, I will not believe that Elf. Ryoko is right. And I will continue training in the way she taught me. Avyuir contineud to watch the elf walk back to the training grounds.

"Hmp, colour my skin grey and join them. And perhaps you should die and burn in hell for saying what you said about Ryoko" Avyuir mumbled.

That day after training, she went to Lior to try to change Ryoko's mind about not training her for a while. But when she got there, she noticed that Ryoko's Demon's Tunic was missing as were her duel blades. Where could she have gone? Avyuir noticed the piece of parchment on the table. Hello, what do we have here? She quickly unrolled the piece of parchment. It read, "Ryoko, please come see the King imediatly. The great devil beast Antharas has awoken. We need your help to kill the beast." But, I didn't even see her on the way to Aden. Avyuir quickly left Ryoko's house and went back to Aden. Here, she noticed how distressed the King was.

"What are we to do, the beast will not die."

"I do not know Teon, we have lost many warriors. Perhaps, say, we brought a certain Warlord back from banishment?"

"But even if I would, I can't. I have no one who is fast enough to find her."

"Umm, excuse me. But I can go?"

"Avyuir, you are still young though."

"I know, but come on. I was taught by the best BladeDancer here. Ryoko has taught me well. Please, let me find EMIR!!"

"Go Avyuir. You must find her quickly. I have a felling she has gone to Lutia."

"I shall find her!"

After Avyuir had found Emir, Emir quickly returned to Aden. With Emir's help, they quickly defeated Antharas. Avyuir had returned home shortly after the defeat, only to find Emir and Ryoko leaving.

"Ryoko!!! Your leaving!! Please don't!"

"Avyuir, calm down. You'll do fine my dear SwordSinger! Kagan, promise me you will take care of Avyuir."

Of course Ryoko." Kagan saluted.

"And don't worry you two. Your ready now."

"Good luck, to both of you. May you make fabulouse Guards and be even beter than Emir and I"

START: Kagan

Name: Kagan (kay-gan) Arisu
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Race Symbol
Class: Treasure Hunter
Class Description: The Treasure Hunter, known as the "danger that lurks in the darkness", acts according to his own private goals. The Treasure Hunter moves without fear by using Silent Move and is skilled at using Backstab against his enemies to eliminate them from behind.
Class Symbol
Theme Song: Knights of Cydonia by: Muse

Hair Colour: blonde
Eye Colour: brown

Weapons: One dagger and one bow. These weapons are called, Dark Elven Dagger and Elven Bow of Nobility. The dagger is very sharp and deadly. Its slices are precise and accurate. No one wants to fight Kagan when he pulls out his dagger. The bow is very precise as well, so long as the wielder who is aiming the bow, is shooting for a noble intension. This bow will not aim as precisely if the wielder has a dark intention.
Armour: Kagan has one set of armour. Dark Crystal.

Strengths: Kagan has a sturdy build. He is not easily knocked over nor easily hit. He is fast due to being a HawkEye. He fairs in both long ranged and close ranged combat.
Weaknesses: Although Kagan has a sturdy build, being heavier can be a disadvantage. Quick opponents make it harder for him to hit. And even though Kagan fairs well both long and close ranged battles, it takes time to switch out his weapons. Switching out his weapons puts him into a vulnerable position.

Skills:
Bow Skills

Double Shot: Allows two arrows to be quickly fired.

Stun Shot: Stunning attack that inflicts shock and damage

Burst Shot: Exploding arrows inflict damage on multiple enemies at range.

Lethal Shot: Shoots a potentially deadly arrow. After this arrow is shot, Kagan will not be able to use this skill for at least 10 minutes.

Dagger Skills

Backstab: Attacks an enemy from behind, inflicting a very painful wound.

Deadly Blow: Attempts a potentially deadly attack. Only works if the enemy is crucially weakened.

Mortal Blow: A potentially deadly attack. Will weaken enemy if the enemies back is turned and the attack was not fatal.

Lethal Blow: A potentially deadly attack. After this attack, Kagan will not be able to use this skill for at least 10 minutes.

Apperance:
Kagan1
Kagan2
Sorry for the black and white. I had to do sketches this time. Couldn’t find the right pictures unfortunately
Dark Elven Dagger
Elven Bow of Nobility



Personality: Kagan is mostly laid back just like his mentor, Emir. He is protective over his friends but not to the extent like Emir. He’s usually just himself, cool, calm, and collected. He enjoys having his mentor be Emir although they are completely different. Emir is used to training with heavy weapons while Kagan is used to bows and daggers.

Bio: Kagan had been training along side Avyuir on how to become a Palace Guard as well. He had been training since he was only 11 though. He had met Avyuir when he had just become a Rouge so he had been training much longer than she had. Although, he loved to play tricks rather than actually train. His first day, he had almost been expelled from the training grounds.

“Kagan, I can’t believe you would do that. Those are real explosives. They could have hurt someone. Your almost 12 and yet you play like a 7 year old.”

“I’m sorry Emir. I thought they were fake. Why would you use the real things? I mean, you said yourself, people could get hurts.”

“That reason is for the dwarf race. They use them. And plus, you knew they were real, because I told you they were. No you were lucky not to be expelled. Come on, let’s get you home. Your parents will be worried—“

Instantly, Emir knew she had said the wrong thing. Kagan had lost his parents when he was only 4. And Emir knew that feeling having lost her parents when she was young.

“Kagan, I am sorry. I merely forgot. Let us get you back to Scryde.”

“No. I don’t want to go back to him. Please Emir, let me stay with you!”

“What happened between you and Scryde? You had told me things had been bad this past week. Something must have escalated to worse things.”

“Yes, but they are things I wish not to talk about. “

“That is fine, let us go home to my house then.”(OoC: Ryoko and Emir had not met each other yet and Emir still lived in Aden at the time. BiC)

Kagan had been solemn the entire way to Emir’s house. Emir had kept glancing back to make sure he was still walking with her.

“Emir, can I ask you something?”

“What is it Kagan?”

“When will I become a Rouge? I want to know. I already have my sights set on what I’m going to take up!”

“Already? But you just started. You can’t just jump into being a Rouge. But if you must know, I’d say about fourteen maybe fifteenish. But that’s only if you stop messing around and actually train. And what do you plan to be?”

“I promise I’ll train harder than before. And I want to be a HawkEye!”

“You always did like using a bow more than a dagger. And you better!”

True to his promise, Kagan had begun taking training much more seriously than before. He still played pranks every now and then, but none such as bad as the explosives prank. He trained extensively, pushing himself more and more. He trained much harder than the rest of his fellow trainees. He became a Rouge when he had just reached the age of fourteen. By the age of sixteen, Kagan had met Avyuir and Emir had met Ryoko. Emir had become a Warlord and Ryoko had become a BladeDancer. Kagan and Avyuir were both the same. They both wanted to reach the same goal, becoming a palace guard before anyone else. And they had nearly achieved there goal. Both Kagan and Avyuir had become a higher class than expected, while the other trainees had just become the middle class.(OoC: what I mean by higher, middle, and lower is beginning(just applied to become a palace guard), intermediate (becoming a Rouge, Warrior, Elven Knight, or Palus Knight.), advanced(Warlord, HawkEye, BladeDancer, SwordSinger) BiC) Having graduated much earlier than the rest, some began to blame Kagan and Avyuir for cheating. But Emir and Ryoko easily denied it and everything went as normal, or it would have, had Emir not been banished. After that had happened, many of the other trainees sneered at them for being “teacher’s pets.” Kagan had nearly had enough of this and was ready to teach them a lesson or two, but Avyuir stopped him. She had told him that it wasn’t right and that if they just ignored the comments, it would go away. Unfortunately, it did not stop. The shred comments got worse and worse. Kagan had finally reached his limit.

“I can’t take this anymore! There all jealous and there such fools! They have no idea of the exertion that we both put up with to make it to this level.”

“Kagan, there is no helping it. Yes they are jealous, but they do have a point. We did graduate much earlier than expected.”

“Avyuir! How could you possibly be so calm at times like these?!? I can hardly stand it!”

“You learn to live with it Kagan. Unfortunate for us, it is. Now would be a good time to have Emir back.”

“We need to find Emir. I’ll go find her, while you find Ryoko. Maybe she can help us, if she isn’t too broken.”

Avyuir had stayed at the palace after Kagan had gone straight to the King ask if he knew as to where he might think Emir may be for she knew that it would be very useless to go now. They still needed Avyuir to help with training sessions. But when he got there, he found the King very distressed.

“Lionna, what am I to do? Antharas has awoken and is on his way to our city. There is no way we will be able to save our city.”

“Send word to Ryoko. She could help. But that is all I can offer Teon.”

“That is what I am to do! But whom to send?”

“How about Kagan, he’s standing right out of our doorway.”

Kagan gulped, had Queen Lionna known he was there the entire time. Kagan slipped into the room silently, under the eyes of the King and Queen.

“Kagan, you are the only one right now who is not training, correct?”

“That is true Lord Teon.”

“Then you must take this piece of parchment to Ryoko.”

King Teon quickly wrote a simple letter to Ryoko stating an attack of emergency. It read

Dear Ryoko,

I am issuing a state of emergency. The demon Antharas has awoken. Please, bring with you your strongest armour and your strongest weapons. We will need your assistance in this battle. May the wind travel with you.

Your Lord
Teon

Kagan quickly delivered the message to the broken Ryoko, only to find that her spirit had not yet been shattered. Ryoko had been quick to jump up and grab her things when she read the letter. Ryoko and Kagan had ran all the way back to the castle, only to learn that Ryoko would be going without the assistance of Kagan or Avyuir.

“But what do you mean I can’t help! Those are our people dying out there!”

“Kagan, I understand where King Teon is coming from. You are still a young one. Please, stay here and guard the younger trainees.”

“But I don’t want to guard them! I want to fight along side you Ryoko!”

“No Kagan. Stay here, please. You would only get in my way.”

“NO! I will not do such a thing! I do not want to feel like I let Emir down!”

“By protecting the younger ones, you will not be letting Emir down. I will be going alone. And Kagan, try to follow me, and I will send you straight back! Understood!”

“Yes Ryoko understood. . . .”

Kagan watched Ryoko leave, only feeling the irony that he had let someone down. Why am I always the one left behind. It’s not fair. They always get the fun.
Later that day, Kagan was dreading over Ryoko. Ryoko should have been back by now. He stood on the lookout that overhangs the palace outer doors. He noticed two figures coming. One was Ryoko, and the other, looked like someone familiar, but who? Who is that? She looks so—Emir! Kagan ran down quickly to help Ryoko, only to find Emir unconscious and a very large wound that was releasing blood, very quickly.

“Kagan, thank goodness you’re here. Help me get Emir to the infirmary.”

“So it is Emir! What happened to her?”

“It’s a long story. (OoC: I’m really not in the mood to do the whole story again. Just look up Clash in the satrap Amphitheater. BiC) I’m sure that Emir will tell you once she wakes up.”

Ryoko, Avyuir, and Kagan had been completely worried about the recovery of Emir. It had taken a week for the warlord to recover finally. Avyuir and Kagan had hoped that Emir would stay, but they found out that both Emir and Ryoko were leaving.

"Ryoko!!! You’re leaving!! Please don't!"

"Avyuir, calm down. You'll do fine my dear SwordSinger! Kagan, promise me you will take care of Avyuir."

Of course Ryoko." Kagan saluted.

"And don't worry you two. You’re ready now."

"Good luck, to both of you. May you make fabulous guards and be even better than Emir and I!”

Kagan had continue training the way Emir had taught him. He even started training some young trainees. Kagan had accepted the fact that he didn’t need Emir for everything. And that even he, the worst prankster for his time, could become a great guard.

START: Lyia

Name: Lyia (la-e-a) Kunata (Coo-na-ta)
Age: 21 in human years
Gender: Female
Race: Fallen Angel
Element: Ice
Theme Song: Evil Angel by: Breaking Benjamin

Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Light Purple

Weapons: An ice mace with a long pole. It was given to her by the forger of ice Razial(look at apperance for the forger). Increases her ice magic and skill. Very painful to the enemy she is fighting. After it makes contact with the enemy, it will start to freeze the enemy. It also has very sharp points on it that stab through the skin.

Lutai: She also has an ice wolf named Lutai(lu-tye). Lutai is part of the ice element aswell and can have ice form around her claws and fangs. Even though Lutai is an ice wolf, she is also a holy wolf. Since she travels with an angel, she was granted the holy powers.(these are nothing special, just the power to repent evil lol) Making Lutai, one part of a wolf, the holy side.

Armour: She has no armour at all. She simple wears a piece of cloth that covers her chest and pelvis. She has a gold circlet and a gold armlet. The gold circlet was given to her as a birthday present from her father. The gold armlet she found. They are for apperance only.

Strengths: Her strengths are ice. She can minupulate the ice to do her battles for her. The ice is blistering cold and can be used almost everywhere. She is strong against, earth, rock, ground, and steel elements.
Weaknesses: Fire. Fire is her main weakness. Her ice powers are greatly cut. She cannot conjure ice in places of extreme heat. (mainly volcanoes.) She hates the sight of fire and believes it is the worst element. She also can not stand electricity. Because electricity is heated from thermal energy it is very hot. Also, if her wings are struck she becomes weaker.

Skills:

Blizzard- conjures a very powerful snow storm that can freeze most opponents.

Winter Night- creates a makeshift night that is cold like a winters night. Increases ice powers.

Snowy Wind- Kinda like hail but does not hit as hard. It can nearly kill someone if they stay in the freezing wind for too long.

Icicle Storm- Rains down a shower of sharp icicles that pierce the skin.

Ice Spear- Conjures a long make shift ice spear that is freezing cold to anyone besides Lyia.

Ice Heal- Heals any person/animal she wishes with a chilling sooth.

Now, since she is an angel, that makes her holy. But, she only has one holy attack.

Ultima- This is Lyia only holy attack, making it the most powerful of her attacks. Cleanses the area of all dark entities within a 1/2 mile radius, but afterwords, she is greatly weakened.

Apperance:
Lyia
Ice Mace
Lutai
Ice Spear
Cape


Personality: Lyia is mostly just a layed back person. She likes to travel with her wolf and enjoys other peoples company. She does get mad if people try to hurt her, her wolf, or her friends. She likes cold places and dislikes volcanoes. Even though she is an ice angel, she feels the most serene in forests.

Bio: Lyia was once among the Angels of Einhasad. Her father was the King of Einhasad. She usually did not get in trouble, but on a certain day, she was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Lyia, I can not believe you would steal a sacred ice scroll. I know that your an ice angel, but to steal a secread treasure. That is a large crime!"

"But father, I did not steal the scroll. I was chasing the person who stole it! Please hear me out!"

"I am sorry Lyia. I would like to believe you, but we have no evidence that is was not you."

"Father please! It was Helena. She-"

"Helena! You know she is not permitted beyond the gates! You lie Lyia!"

"Father please, I beg of you, I am not lieing! I saw the devil black winged angel herself!"

"I will not listen to your lies! You are forever an outcast! Leave Einhasad now!"

"But where am I to go? there is no other place but Einhasad for angels!"

"You will go to the mortal realm!"

Lyia was in shock. The mortal realm. She couldn't believe it. She flew out of there as fast as she could. Tears streaming down her face. She found her self flying to her sacred hideout. She quickly grabbed the things she needed and left. If they didn't want her then she didn't want them either! She flew to the portal to the mortal realm. Without someon keeping the portal open, there was no way she would be able to come back unless someone found her and brought her back. She did not care, she was leaving. Good-bye my beautiful home. That day was the last day any of the angels ever saw her.

Lyia found it to be much harder in the mortal realm. She was always hiding because many people tried to kill her. She tried to act like a mortal but her wings made her stand out to much. Every time she had tried to hid them, they always found a way to appear. She finally decided to flee to the most coldest northernest regions. Her is where she had found Lutai.

The day she found Lutai was just another day to Lyia. It was cold, just the way she liked it. No mortals were there, another way she liked it. Her mace was cold and sharp. The only thing that was annoying her was the wolves howling. Jeez, I come here for peace and quiet and what do I get, a pack of wolves howling through the night. She looked out into the snowy day and saw the wolves. A pack of about eight to ten. Jeez, so thats why there able to make all the noise. As she looked at the way the pack had come from, she noticed a straggler. And she saw why. It was a young pup and had a very large wound. She couldn't help but feel sorry for it. She decided to go and help the pup. But when she got near it, it tried to attack her. She easily evaded the young pup and it fell into the snow.

"Feisty one aren't you."

But she saw that it did not get up after the attack. It must be more hurt than I thought. She easily picked it up and noticed how light it was, it definitly had not been eating properly. She easily flew back to the cave in which she had been staying in. She got a fire going much to her dismay amd put the pup close to the warmth.

"Ice Heal"

A small light blue aura appeared around her hand and she touched the wound. The young pup cried out but got use to the chilly touch. Soon enough, the would healed and the pup awoke. It jumped up in alarm when it first saw Lyia, but calmed down as Lyia handed it some meat. The young wolf pup quickly ate the meat, much faster than Lyia had expected.

"Slow down there. You could choke."

Like it can understand me, its an animal. Lyia continued to watch the pup. Perhaps it would stay with her and keep her company.

"Lutai. That is what I am going to call you. Lutai."

START: Lilith

Name: Lilith Shadoweaver
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Theme Song: IIEEE by: Tori Amos

Weapons: A dark sword named Zunta. Zunta can destroy barriers created from holy entities. Lilith also has a black wolf named Keiba.

Keiba (key-bah): Keiba is the wolf of darkness. Making him, the second part of a wolf, the dark side. (refer to Lyia then scroll down to Lutai) Keiba has the ability to slip into the shadows, and nearly vanish. He is an exceptional fighter. He also has the ability to summon the darkness, increasing his strength.

Armour: She wears a purple cloth that covers very little of her body. She tends to dislike wearing cloth that covers her body. Her wings also act as a shield to protect her.

Strengths: Lilith’s dark entities are very strong. She can destroy most holy and psychic. She can shred them to pieces. Also, her skills are increased at night.
Weaknesses: Lilith hates the sunlight. Lilith is greatly weakened in the daylight. Her powers are the greatest at night, and they are neutral during twilight. Holy attacks have a great affect on Lilith, but her dark attacks have a great affect on holy entities.

Skills:

Dark Orb: Creates a ball of dark energy that is fired at the enemy.

Dark Shield: Covers her wings in a dark protective aura when she uses her wings to shield herself.

Dark Wing: A dark aura surrounds the wing/wings making a razor sharp attack.

Apocalypse: Lilith’s most devastating skill. A giant wave of dark energy that obliterates everything within a half mile radius. But after this attack, she is at great risk due to all of her energy being drained from this attack. If this move is used to much, she can and will die.

Appearance:
Lilith
Keiba
Zunta


Personality: Lilith is a dark being of sorts. She once was an angel, but after a certain crime, she was banished. She despises all angels, and wishes that they would all just die. She also see's mortals as inferior beings.

Bio: Lilith once was a beautiful angel. Beautiful as they come. But she had a dark heart.She hated the holy magic and skills and only wanted to train in the dark arts. Her wish came true on day when she found a demon, on the outskirts of the city, testing her dark attributes. A sly smile came to her face, this would be the perfect oppertunity. She silently glided down to the demon.

"Angel! What are you doing here?" The demon spat.

"I have come to learn how to be a dark master. Teach me, will you not."

"Hmm, I have never had an angel pupil before. Tell me girl, what is your name?"

"It is Helena. But I dispise that name! Give me a name only fit for the darkness that I will learn."

"Alright then, Helena, you shall be named, hmm a name for one such as you. Ah, I have one, Lilith. You are now Lilith. But I must warn you. Once you learn the dark arts, you will be forever transformed. Your wings will change, as will your body. Do you still want to learn?"

"I want to be rid of this holy body. I want to feel dark and dirty. Please teach me!"

"Once you are on the road to the darkness, there is no turning back. And if you are caught, you will be banished. But let us begin."

As Lilith trained, her wings lost there white shine and softness. The feathers changed. Slowly but shurely, she was turning into a demon. And she loved the feeling, but one day, she was caught and banished to the mortal realm. She would stay there forever. But Lilith did not care, in the mortal realm, no one could stop here. She would use the mortals to do here biding, and those who resisted, were killed. She was a tyrant of sorts, and everyone knew it. But no one resisted. The only humans, who did not mind her, where her closest guards. They were treated fairly, they got food, drink, and sleep.

Not a day went by that Lilith did not enjoy watching the mortals suffer. But eventually, she did begin to grow weary of it. But an interesting day came to her, the day she met Keiba. The wolf had a dark aura, close to hers. It was traveling her direction, and she had not realized it was an animal. She thought it was another demon. Until she met the wolf, head on.

“A wolf, how odd. Wolves don’t have such an aura, unless they were once owned by a demon. This ones demon, must have died recently.”

Lilith looked straight into the eyes of the wolf, and how cold and heartless they were. And as she continued starring into them, a recent event came to mind. The day she had met the angel, and her wolf.

“This wolf, could it be the other half the angel was talking about. The half of the wolf, they are two wolves. One black, one white. The black on has the dark aura, the white one has the holy aura. Combined they make an ultimate force, but the two wolves were separated long ago.”

Those were the angel’s words. She had sensed Liliths aura, and figured it was the wolfs. Lucky for the angel, Lilith had not felt like destroying her, that day anyway.

Lilith decided to keep the wolf, it may prove itself to her. And perhaps, this wolf was the other half. The dark half. The next time Lilith met that angel, she would destroy her. And luckily for Lilith, that day came, quickly.

The angel had obviously felt the second dark aura. It was mingled with Liliths, but it was there. The angel had flown directly to Lilith, just as Lilith had wanted her too.

“So, the angel has come looking for the wolf I presume.”

“You found the wolf, ehh demon.”

“You would be wise to hold your tongue, I was once an angel like yourself.”

“I know you were, Lilith. I’m not stupid.”

“Apparently not, if you know who I am. Now the question is, who are you angel?”

“Hmp, I’m Lyia. And I was falsely accused for your actions.”

“Oh, that was you. The one who was accused for stealing what I had stolen. You got the second scroll yes, but I still have the one I was truly after.”

“You stole another one. How not surprising. Let me guess, you stole a scroll of the dark arts, and stole a scroll of the ice arts, so I would get banished.”

“You are a smart one that you are Lyia.”

“Of course I am. But then again, who doesn’t know your actions. Everyone knows what you did to become who you are now, Helena.”

Liliths face darkened, she had not been called that for years. And never again, would she hear that name. She was no longer that wretched thing she once was. She was Lilith, a demon of darkness. Helena was a thing of the past, and would stay in the past, forever.

“You are to never say that name again. And I will personally see to it that you are the last angel, to every see me!”

A ball of dark energy formed in Liliths hand, she was going to kill this angel.

“Prepare to die!”

“You are the one who is going to die!”

Lilith used her ball of dark energy on Lyia, and there cataclasmatic fight had begun. There fight lasted for days. Everything was destroyed, woods, mountains, animals, people, whole cities. Nothing stood up against there attacks. They approached the fifth day of there battle, and only two words were uttered that day.

“Apocalypse!”

“Ultima!”

The dark and holy aura clashed with each other, and the force was great. Lyia and Lilith were shot away from each other. Far away from each other. But they could not continue there fight. There energy was drained, they would be lucky if they survived. The last attack used by both, Apocalypse and Ultima had drained there bodies of what energy was left. But both survived, they would finish each other off, no matter the cost. They would continue there fight, in another time.

“You got lucky Lyia, I would have killed you easily.”

After those words were said, Lilith slept, feeling that she now had something to do. Her final goal, would be to destroy Lyia.

Lyia could feel Lilith’s aura was weakened. But she was exhausted herself.

“I swear to you Lilith, I will destroy you and regain my honor. If nothing, it will be the last thing I do.”

START: Akita

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Old whaty of the what and the who??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well yes, but how did you know?”

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

“Well yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will be back most definitely.”

“Good, The company is quite nice.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mornin mom.”

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

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

“Akita! Hurry up! You’re so slow.”

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

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

“Yea yea, let’s go then!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, what is it?”

“Privatly.”

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

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

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

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

“Mom run! Obsidians are attacking!”

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

“Well there not! Now RUN!”

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

“JUST GO MOM!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ugh, how long have I been out?”

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

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

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

“Yes. . . Why?”

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

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

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

“Prevent it, how?”

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

“It is not your fault momey.”

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

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

“Akitana, please, do not do this.”

“I must momey.”

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

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

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

“I know Mother.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not leaving yet mom.”

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

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