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Name: Sivart the Phrygian
Age: 18 Race: Elf. Sex: Male Hair: Black, curly, and shoulder length. Eyes: Brown, with eyeglasses. Weight: 155 lbs Height: 5'10" Weapon: A sword guitar. The sword goes by the name of Metropolis. It is a shortsword that doesn't threaten much, but it has the ability to channel magic and it is also a fast weapon. It can be used to cast powerful sound based spells. Spiked gauntlets may be used as a last resort. Armor: Hardened leather armor and spiked wrist gauntlets to deflect attacks. Strengths: His strengths lie in his speed, stamina, and reflexes. He has extremely powerful hearing. He has little physical defense and therefore must be quick. He has a great deal of stamina and in the event of a duel or any prolonged close combat scenario, he could outlast most opponents granted he doesn't take any direct hits. If he is able to disable an opponent, he may be able to make use of the weapon depending on its size. Because of his speed and reflexes, he has the ability to engage multiple enemies. Weakness: Minimal defense. Only protection lies in his ability to deflect and avoid attacks. A few good hits, and he's out. Another weakness lies in his weapon. Without the sword guitar, he's unable to cast his most powerful spells. If it gets knocked out of his hands and he is unable to recover it, his only choices are evasion and magic as the spiked gauntlets can only do so much in terms of offensive capabilities. His attacks are fast, but somewhat weak. If he loses his glasses, he's going to have a major problem. If he becomes tired and/or his power level is depleted, he can only surrender or flee. Skills/Magic: Sivart's magic is sound based. He has learned to channel his own life energy and this energy allows him to cast spells. In reality he has only three spells; one he casts using his body (hands, feet, and mouth), another he channels through his weapon, and a last one that amplifies natural frequencies. These three spells have a wide variety of application, as his main skill is sound manipulation. He must be careful to limit their use, as there is only so much energy that can be used. Energy can slowly be regained over time, but proper rest is the best way to recharge. Offense: Sonic blast - Basic attack using a mid frequency wave that can knock down an enemy while causing some physical damage. Tremolo - Alternating rapid fire sound waves using both hands. Phaser - Similar to tremolo. Fires two sound waves in medium speed succession from one hand. Reverb - A prolonged wave of sound. Comparable to a beam type attack. Uses more energy than above mentioned attacks. Wah - A prolonged sound attack with varying degrees of pain. When used at maximum power it can disable the enemy and cause temporary deafness. This attack used at maximum power is also quite harmful to the user. Uses a great deal of energy. Offense channeled through the sword: Sonic bow - A powerful concentrated wave of sound. Similar to firing an arrow. Takes a sec to charge up. Gain – Temporarily enhances the blades edge to cut through materials it normally would not be able to cut through. Uses a medium amount of energy. Distortion – Similar to gain, but with the opposite effect. Channels heavy vibrations through the blade to make it more of a blunt force weapon. Uses a medium amount of energy. Support/Defense: Overdrive – Used as a last resort. Amplifies his personal energy to increase speed and strength for a brief moment. Uses the most energy and puts a great deal of strain on the body. Bass – A wave of sound that emanates from the users body. Knocks back enemies when surrounded. Mobility – By channeling sound through his feet, he can sprint over small bodies of water and increase jumping capability. Appearance:  Personality: Sivart is disciplined. He takes practice and training very seriously. It is not extraordinary for him to spend entire days playing guitar or studying historical battles, tactics, or figures. He is very quiet and shy making him sometimes socially awkward. He is not very understanding of ignorance and will become exasperated when trying to converse with someone who does not meet his intelligence. He keeps himself clean and takes pride in personal hygiene. He may come across as vacant and apathetic, but when the right buttons are pushed, he will react drastically and harshly and usually with excessive force. On the opposite end of the spectrum lies a similar drive with different results. Given the right tools and opportunities and motivation, Sivart will excel at most tasks. Sivart’s personality is not the most suitable for making friends. He has only a few friends, but those individuals are very near and dear to him. When first meeting him, he may seem cold and disinterested. He won’t pretend to be interested for the sake of conversation or friendliness. He sticks to his beliefs, but does not take them to any extreme. He greatly dislikes people who fall too far towards one end of an issue. This makes him a good mediator for disputes as he often does not side with one view and offers objective opinions. He has grown cynical with a dark sense of humor as he experienced several great losses and immense tragedy. Biography: Sivart was born into an elven clan who called themselves the Phrygians. The Phrygians were one of three elven clans who lived on the mountains. The Dorians were a clan who lived in the forest at the foot of the mountains. The Locrians were a secretive clan who lived at the highest altitudes. The Phrygians lived deep in the mountains in a series of caves. The Phrygians were renowned as master musicians and warriors. Each Phrygian is born with perfect pitch and powerful hearing. By the time they are 5-years-old, they are expected to be masters of their chosen instrument. Each elf was born into a caste, each with different expectations. The average Phrygian was known as a Bard. They grew crops, built buildings, and took part in large-scale musical performances. Next up were the Composers. They were the scholars who wrote and drafted most of the music. They were housed in a massive music library, filled with row after row of musical piece. Another class on the same level was the Craftsmen. These individuals constructed the instruments and assigned them to each member upon their birth. Craftsmen also built the siege weapons that were used on military campaigns. The next class was the warrior class, or the Fortes. They were the defenders of the clan. The highest class was called the Conductors. They were royalty among the clan and oversaw each Phrygian. Certain members of this clan were endowed with special powers upon their birth. They were known as Concertmasters, the equivalent of a shaman or holy man. They were one caste below the conductors, but held equivalent societal standing. They had the power to manipulate sound. They were mysterious and unknown to most. They will be the most important in this case. Sivart was born the grandson of the head Concertmaster. As a boy, he was trained in music and went to school like every other Phrygian. He was a normal boy, save for the fact that the Forte class fascinated him. One of his schoolmates named Dlanod was the son of the head Forte. At night, Sivart would sneak to the Forte encampment to receive training as a warrior. This went against many of the rules, and had to be done in secret. He was trained to be a master swordsman and trained nearly every night throughout his childhood, and through adolescence. All this time, he kept up with his grandfathers training as a Concertmaster. It was not easy for him to maintain two skills that both required a great deal of discipline, but through perseverance he managed. As a gift from the head Forte for his 16th birthday, Sivart received Metropolis, the sword guitar. Dlanod, now Sivart’s best friend, received the bass halberd, the Sleeper. They both became honorary Mezzo Fortes, the grade only one step lower than a Fortissimo. After advancing to the highest grade of Concertmaster, Sivart was allowed to marry and begin a life of his own. He chose the young Conductress, Coda, as his wife while Dlanod took Fermata, a beautiful craftswoman. He maintained his skills as a Forte at night by training with Dlanod and maintained his skills as a Concertmaster by taking a job taking apprentice Concertmasters. For the next 18 months, he lived happily as he had his son, Nailuj and Dlanod had a daughter whom he named Anila. This happiness could not last forever. As time went on, rumors of the growing force from the Locrian clan who dwelled highest peaks of the Phrygians mountain became more and more frequent. The winds carried word of raids on Phrygian and They were often dismissed by the head Conductor and never taken seriously, although a small group of elders believed them to be true. This group of elders included Dlanod’s father and Sivart’s grandfather. They were soon discovered and banished as conspirators and traitors. But a short two months after the elders banishment, the Locrian clan made their move. On a rainy evening, Locrian warriors crept into the Conductors quarters and murdered him. The Locrians then blew their wicked horns and cast the decapitated head of the Phrygians Conductor down the stairs that led to his cave. While the townspeople awoke, several thousand Locrians stormed the village and the caves and began torching and looting. Sivart awoke and ran out of his home still wearing his night outfit. The Forte camp as well as the rest of the town was ablaze. The clattering of swords and the screams of his fellow Phrygians awoke his senses. Only the Concertmaster’s and the Craftsmen’s quarters remained intact. Sivart questioned a fleeing Bard who frantically told him that the Locrians had invaded. Sivart quickly woke his family and told them to evacuate the mountains. He gave his precious Coda a note that was to be given to the chieftan of the Dorians, begging for swift military action to be taken against the Locrians. He strapped on his sandals and dressed in his robe, yet he felt it would be wise for him to wear his armor. He retrieved Metropolis from its hiding place under his bed and saw his family off to a hidden path that went down the mountains. They were joined by several other groups of escapees, and Sivart presumed them to be safe. Sivart then went to find Dlanod. Sivart swiftly moved to the site of the Forte camp. He discovered the burning pile that was once his friends home, but found no corpses. Hoping for the best, Sivart continued his search. He met a party of several dozen Fortes whom he recognized. His friend being his chief concern, he asked if any of them had seen Dlanod. The tallest Forte told Sivart that Dlanod led the first group of elite soldiers to the archives to make way for the larger group as they planned to retake the caves and the music archives. Sivart joined them hoping to find his friend. The party moved deeper into the caves that led to the archives. They approached the large ornamental doors that protected the archives. There were arrows in the door and two guards lay dead on the ground. The door hung slightly ajar and the echo of swords crossing could be heard. The smell of death hung in the air and mixed with the musty smell of the music scrolls. The Phrygians moved into the main entrance of the archives. The only thing they found was a Phrygian Composer lying on the ground. The elderly man had several arrows in his chest and was struggling to breathe. A trail of blood dragged behind him, revealing his attempt at escape. Sivart approached they dying man asking what direction Dlanod’s group followed the Locrians. The man whispered that they had split into two groups. One group ventured into the public archives to rescue hostages. Another group, apparently led by Dlanod, followed a team of Locrians who carried torches into the deepest chambers of the caves that held the archives. The Locrians meant to burn the musical history of the Phrygians and loot the treasures that were held in the deepest chambers. The man then died, having gathered the last of his energy to assist Sivart and the soldiers. The tall Forte elected to lead a group of soldiers to reinforce those retrieving the hostages. Sivart took the remaining men to protect the treasures. Sivart traveled down endless stairs while Metropolis reflected the light cast by the torches on the walls. He noticed a Locrian hiding in the shadows. Sivart held his men back and moved slowly forward, Metropolis at the ready. The lone Locrian screamed and made his attack. Sivart was almost overtaken by the man, but knocked him down with his Bass attack. The Locrian recovered for another attack, but Sivart placed a well aimed Sonic Spear into the assailants gut. He searched the corpse and found spiked gauntlets around his wrists. Sivart took these as trophies and found they fit him perfectly. The Phrygians then continued down the passageway. The clattering of swords and yelling of elves grew louder. The group then found themselves standing on the balcony overlooking an enormous room. Looking down, they saw they had entered a melee. The green robed Phrygians were quickly being overwhelmed by the navy colored Locrians. Sivart acted quickly and led his soldiers to aid the desperate group of Fortes. He surveyed his surroundings, but saw no sign of Dlanod. Sivarts reinforcements evened the odds and the soldiers now fought to a stalemate. Moving to the rear of the fight, he saw two Locrians running into a corridor. He followed them alone and wished the best for his men. He chased them silently for what seemed like hours until he found himself on a cliff edge. He saw a several dead Phrygians, but none of them were Dlanod. He followed the pair along the cliff to a large plateau. There he saw his best friend locked in combat with a massive Locrian soldier. More dead Phrygians lay at his feet and it was apparent that Dlanod was the only one remaining on the cliff. The pair of Locrians Sivart had followed rushed ahead to aid the massive elf attacking his friend. He entered the fray and blasted back the three Locrians with a spell. Dlanod lay panting on the ground, but upon seeing his friend it seemed as if his energy had returned. The two Phrygians hugged as the Locrians recovered. Sivart and Dlanod prepared for battle. They rushed at the Locrians and the clattering of steel was heard once again. The combatants were evenly matched. Nobody would concede to his opponent. After a short time, Sivart and Dlanod were on the offensive, pushing the Locrians to the cliff edge. Suddenly, the light pattering of feet could be heard. A group of Locrians appeared from above and rushed at the pair. Sivart turned to face these new foes, but saw an immence terror out of the corner of his eye. The Locrians knocked over Dlanod and thrust their swords into his chest. Sivart looked for life in his friends eyes, but saw nothing but grey. Sivart was quickly surrounded as the large Locrian cast the body of Dlanod off the cliff. Sivart then felt a powerful force strike him on the head and everything went black. Sivart awoke on the same cliff to silence. He found his sword nearby as he tried to gather the previous nights events. He remembered what had occurred, and fell to his knees sobbing. His friend was no more. Dlanod had been killed. The only thing that remained of his friend was the Sleeper, Dlanods trusted halberd. Sivart hefted the memorial and backtracked through the caves into the archives where he found nothing but ashes. He made his way to the surface. There was nothing. No sound, no homes, no people. Not even a corpse lie on the ground. The Locrians had been meticulous in leaving without a trace. Sivart went to where he believed the Forte camp once stood, and stuck the halberd into the ground. The least he could do to remember his friend. He then returned to his cave where everything was in ruins but oddly enough, nothing had been taken. He found some dried meat on the ground amongst the remains of a ceramic pot and quickly devoured his findings. He ventured though the ruins of his town discovering only one survivor, an infant girl sleeping soundly in the cave of a Craftsman. He sat with the girl outside the dwelling, not knowing what to do. He vowed revenge on the Locrian warrior who had defeated his friend. Sudenly, a flash of crimson entered his sight and where there was nothing now stood two speared soldiers, Dorians. These were Dorian scouts, sent to search for survivors from the evenings raid. Sivart introduced himself to the Dorians. Upon hearing his name, one of the Dorians handed Sivart a note. This was his handwriting. They said they found it on the corpse of a young woman clutching her baby. Sivart fell to his knees, sobbing. Everything had been taken from him. His family, his friend, his people all eliminated by the Locrians. He was the sole survivor along with this infant girl. He gathered himself while the Dorians patiently waited. The scouts told Sivart that another party of Dorians followed a group of Locrians into the mountains. This group of Locrians had taken the remaining villagers hostage. Upon reaching the Locrian camp, they witnessed the systematic murder of all of the prisoners. They made mention of a large man who seemed more eager than the others in his killing. Sivart made a mental note of this. As the scouts revealed various bits of information to Sivart, more Dorian soldiers entered the ruins. They appeared exhausted. He heard them murmuring about casualties and something getting away. A stout Dorian approached the scouts and murmured something to them. The scouts turned to Sivart and explained that the Locrians had abandoned their camp and traversed down the opposite side of the mountain. Several Locrians noticed the Dorians following and alerted their command. The Locrians picked up the pace and were gaining ground at a tremendous rate. There would be no way to catch up with them. Sivart spent the evening in the makeshift Dorian camp. He ate well, but could not sleep. The next day he went on a scouting party seeking the Locrians. They had traveled beyond the horizon and only a cloud of dust revealed their location. Runners from nearby settlements brought news that the Locrians were gaining allies and spreading lies concerning the Phrygians through every town they passed. They were passing details of a man who matched Sivart who was to be considered very dangerous. Sivart stayed several more nights in the company of the Dorians in pursuit of the Locrians. The mountains turned to forest and the forest turned to prarie as they followed their host. Sivart carefully watched the infant over these few days, as they were the only survivors he was aware of. One evening, he formulated a plan to follow the Locrians independently. He left a note with the infant girl and returned to his ruined village after only two days of travel. He took Dlanod’s weapon from its place in the ground and returned to the location where he had died. Sivart then cast the Sleeper into the chasm, a final act in respect of his friend. As he traveled back through the archives, he picked up several books that told of ancient battles and generals and conquerors. He then went back down the mountain and swiftly traveled through the forest and back onto the open plains. He overtook the Dorians in several days time, but he kept his presence unknown. He traveled over land for several more months, living off the land. He forgot his own birthday as it came and went. Fishing and hunting became his sources of food; foraging from whatever berry bushes he came across. As the months passed by, he confronted those sympathetic to the Locrians. He discovered he was a wanted man, and was forced to remain hidden. These confrontations kept him on his feet, and his mind stayed sharp. He sometimes traveled with companions, but only for short periods of time. He made some friends as he went along who promised to spread his story and foster sympathy. He has stopped counting the men he has killed. They don't matter as they hinder his progress. This is where we find Sivart today, in constant pursuit of those who took his life from him. 
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Name: Jan Mercer (pronounced: Mur-sair) Alias: “Robin Overcoat” Occupation: Tycho agent Explanation: Tycho is a rebel group dedicated to fighting against the Shinra organization. They are fervently opposed to Shinra’s use of mako and its effects on the environment, but without the same resources or strength as the organization possesses, they have been struggling for countless years to make an impact. Tycho is based primarily in the slums of Midgar with smaller bases scattered elsewhere. Most of its scant financial resources are spent on weaponry and technology for the base, and as a result, agents often have to scrounge for their own supplies. Initiative, intelligence, and fighting skill are highly valued amongst Tycho members. Age: 25 Race: Human Gender: Female Hair: Much like Robin herself, her dark violet hair tends to attract a good deal of attention—people waltz up and demand to check the roots to see if it’s natural, and upon discovering it is, fuss for quite some time over it. When they finally come to notice something other than the color, they find that her hair is smooth and straight, cut to the shoulders and layered in front in a very lightweight cut that complements her face. It’s the sort of hair that looks good whether it’s all mussed-up after a fight, or cleanly kept after she does it in the morning. Eyes: A intelligent gray that can look cold and serious, but most of the time has a playful sparkle about it as if she’s always laughing at a joke that only she has heard. Weight: 120 pounds Height: 5’7” Theme Songs: Face the Gun (Kenna) Known Family: Victor Mercer – father Alana Mercer – mother (deceased) Hugo Mercer – older brother (deceased) Lauren Mercer – younger sister Homeplace: Kalm, Gaia (village, world) Weapons: At first glance, it looks like a black crossbow with metal bits. You might laugh. Then a bolt harder than steel whizzes by your ear, supercharged with electricity, and you’re reconsidering your unwise chortle, hopefully with your ear still intact. The bolt’s been fired from a large, upgraded, technological crossbow with all the firing power of a comparably-sized gun and more. The bolts come in a wide range of, let’s say, flavors—some charged with electricity to paralyze and shock, some poisoned or otherwise tainted, some loaded with explosives, etc. The three listed here are the most commonly used, but it’s not unheard of for Robin to be packing others. The weapon’s mainly used for longer-range fighting, but at point-blank range, it can still blow through your temple and out the other side of your head, so don’t get too arrogant if you’ve invaded the girl’s preferred amount of distance. When her bow really isn’t enough for up-close-and-personal though, Robin has an assortment of knives just as varied as her crossbow bolts, with similar abilities—shocking, poisoned, explosive, and so on. She’s also known to keep a pair of knuckledusters around, in the event that her punches need more pow! behind them. Armor: The truth of it is that Robin’s not exactly sure what the Tycho higher-ups handed her when they issued her some armor, but what she’s been able to figure out is that it’s some sort of gold-colored, lightweight metal alloy, similar to mythril, but sort of…denser, and a little stretchy. It protects against sword and other weapon strikes, and some magic, and if she ever fell off her scooter at high speeds (highly likely if in a middle of a fight, as you can imagine), she wouldn’t be utterly doomed if she was wearing her armor. In fact, she’d probably just be sort of bruised and maybe nicked a bit. Depending on how she landed, of course. The suit is worn underneath her clothing, and covers all of her torso and arms, extending down as far as her knees. Robin also wears a pair of black leather gloves to protect her hands from her own crossbow bolts, and black, brace-like leather guards on her knees to minimize the chances of tearing them up should there be a nasty scooter crash. Other items:
Strengths: No one’s quite sure exactly where the traits come from—but they were one of the reasons Tycho was so willing to let her in, as young and headstrong as she was when she came to them. It’s widely speculated that it all has something to do with her father’s genetics, or perhaps her mother being exposed to something before she had her—maybe both--but in any case, Robin possesses senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch heightened beyond normal human levels. Her reflexes are far quicker, her mind is sharp, and she’s physically stronger than someone with her build would be. If she needs to run, she can get away damn well faster than your average person. Her accuracy with her crossbow is dead-on, and she’s a pretty skilled fighter with her knives or unarmed. She also has more stamina than a normal human, and recovers in a shorter amount of time from most injuries. Weaknesses: Her greatest strength is also, as the saying goes, her greatest weakness—her highly-acute senses have a trade-off in that she also experiences sicknesses more severely and pain more strongly. She is, you could say, very much alive—both positive and negative sensations are intensified. Her armor protects her, but if she takes a powerful enough hit—powerful enough that she won’t have time to recover as quickly as she does, all the pain instead hitting her at once, she’ll be overwhelmed. She often doesn’t let on that she can hear, see, feel, etc. things as strongly as she does, so unless an opponent knows her well and has observed her, they rarely will know to capitalize on her sensitivities. Extremes like very loud noises, very cold temperatures, or very bright lights don’t usually bother her much—she’s accustomed to being able to perceive them. But prolonged exposure to them, just as it is for any human, can have slightly damaging effects. Skills/Magic: As mentioned before, her highly-tuned senses and reflexes, and other physical advantages are her greatest weapon in combat. She can wield whatever weapon you give her pretty damn well, but she’s best with her tech-crossbow or a good sturdy knife. As of now, she can’t make use of materia (or in other words, magic.) She heals from injuries quickly, but has no actual “heal” spell/skill. Appearance: Even though it’s usually covered by her flowing gray overcoat—the basis for her alias, along with the story of “Robin Hood”--many a man finds himself admiring Robin’s athletic and lithe, yet still feminine build. She’s toned and fit, and her gray-blue jumpsuit, cut-and-tied off at the knees by gray string, hangs on her slender figure a little loosely over her armor. The jumpsuit was originally Tycho-standard issue, but over the years has faded and been personalized by the addition of numerous pale yellow pockets and yellow detailing around the collar. She jokes that the countless pockets scattered about on both her coat and her jumpsuit demonstrate the first Tycho principle—initiative. There’s a lot of room to squirrel away the fruits of a good foraging in all those pockets. It’s at this point that one of the superior officers smile and nod at her, up until they realize that she’s “squirreled away” some extra cash from the group’s savings for upgrades on her scooter, and feels the sudden urge to wipe the cheeky little grin off the girl’s face. While on the subject of the girl’s face, let’s say that the face that superior would be smacking is one he’d otherwise be charmed by—she’s pretty and young-looking, with what appears to be an European bone structure that has seen a slight Japanese influence, and she has bright, intelligent, almond-shaped eyes. She also has a small nose, healthy, tanned skin, and lips that seem perfectly-made for giving charming smiles. One of her most distinctive features is the small dimple on her left cheek, which many people consider “cute”. In addition to her overcoat and jumpsuit, Robin wears a pale blue bandanna with light-green detailing around her neck—finding that it goes along well with the whole “rebel” image--and faded goldenrod-and-black leather boots on her feet—finding it goes along well with the whole “I have to walk around that huge base” thing. A black bandolier attached to a belt holds her main knife at her side, and her tech-crossbow on her back. When not in use, she leaves her goggles (detailed earlier) on the top of her head. Pictures:  http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/2...indraftoq9.png Personality: Robin is like that one friend you constantly roll your eyes at, but on the inside, you’re probably laughing along with her. She likes puns, clichés, and drama, and is a repeat offender of making some very bad jokes—just for the fun of getting on people’s nerves while still being too charming for them to blow up at. She’s very playful and outgoing, and likes messing with those she can get a good reaction from—she enjoys finding what makes someone uncomfortable and pushing that button as far as she can. This would piss off her superiors if they ever took her seriously—but everyone finds it difficult to do so. Everything’s a joke with her. People honestly respect her ideas, but inevitably brush her off because of her attitude. Some think she has a questionable set of ethics, but she really just lives strictly by her own set of rules. It’s rare for most people to see Robin’s serious side, but it’s there. She’s clever and idealistic, bold, and somewhat worldly—but once you cover this all up with a slick, smooth, and flirtatious personality on the outside, it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s a defense. The silliness always seems to be present in her voice—people tend to feel like they’re being mocked, and that’s unnerving to many. She can be stubborn, but plays the fool or the coward when she knows she’s cornered. In a fight, she’s tenacious and a little impulsive at times, tending to act on emotion rather than logic. She’s generally more concerned with getting out alive or completing a mission than she is with victory, unless the survival of herself or a loved one is on the line. If her younger sister Lauren is ever in danger, she long ago came to the resolution that she’d be completely willing to give her life to save her sister’s—and there’s no doubt or uncertainty on her part at all now that she absolutely would. Biography: Casualties: Alana Mercer, 43, and Hugo Mercer, 19. In the two short minutes they had known each other, the courier had only stood at the door, sneezed, and handed Victor Mercer this report, but their relationship was already off to an extremely rocky start, and there was, Victor thought, absolutely no chance of reconciliation in sight. Firstly, there was the fact that this little twat had had the nerve to knock to the tune of “Shave and a Haircut” on his door, and secondly, the calm, pleasant expression this boy was wearing despite his delivery gave Mr. Mercer the urge to do some impromptu plastic surgery. With his fist. The schoolteacher stuffed the message into a pocket, gave the boy one last severe look, and slammed the door firmly in his face. At any other time, he might have laughed when he heard the yelp of pain and realized that he’d closed the door on the boy’s foot. But not now--not with this news. With his scapegoat for the message having just left, he turned to face his two daughters with more hesitance and sadness than he could ever remember—and he was a teacher, who went to a job most people dreaded doing every single day. His wife and son were dead. How was he going to break the news? “Lauren…Jan…” Lauren was staring back up at him from amongst her toys on the living-room floor, looking glassy-eyed, and gurgling little words like, “Mama”. She was still a baby, only one-year old, and hadn’t the faintest idea of what her father had been saying, or the pain he was going through. He wished she never had to know. Then…there was Jan. Bright. Perceptive. Seventeen years-old, and damn well aware of what was going on. She recognized the courier at the door—recognized the outfit of a Tycho rebel trying not to be recognized as a rebel. She was already wearing that thin smile she got when she was sad but trying to hide it and put on a sunny face for the world. And then, of course, she’d cover it up more by being silly. “Why the frownyface, ehh?” She was two steps away from stretching out her dad’s cheeks in an exaggerated frown when his hands snapped up, with all the finely-honed speed of an experienced teacher catching the usual tossed paper airplane, and grabbed her arms by the wrists. There was an exchange of looks—Victor’s, stern and sad, Jan’s, busy making a fishy-face and crossing her eyes to try and make him laugh, until the man finally let his daughter’s arms drop, and gently took her hands instead. “It’s your mother and Hugo, Jan”, he said—and then, a squeeze on the hands, a heaviness in the voice, and, “I knew this was going to happen... I wanted them to leave that group--I knew it wasn’t safe! We could have had a normal life! We could have…” His tone fell as quickly as it had rose, the passion fading away with it into a sorrowful silence. The way he had talked…it was more to himself, convincing himself, airing out his cares and frustrations to the world at large, rather than being directed at Jan. She stood there for a while, watching him as he hung his head and sobbed quietly into a shirtsleeve. This was not, she knew, the first time a Tycho agent had been by to deliver a message in the past few years. But it was the first time she had thought about that past meeting since then…a group of the higher-ups, not some messenger boy, had appeared on their doorstep back then; her mom had nodded at them, ushered them in. Jan had come down the stairs when called, wiping grease stains from her hoverscooter from her hands, and then…then? It was all ideology, and arguments, and conversations involving words and phrases like “potential” and “asset” and “there’s no finder’s fee for the recruitment of new agents, you daft woman—get serious”. The girl had stood there, listening to her mom and dad and the Tycho guys discussing her future, and had spaced out. It didn’t feel like she was actually part of this decision, as much as it, in reality, involved her. She hadn’t thought about things for herself yet--where did she really stand on the issues with Shinra? Flash forward two years later. Her brother had come home with his head bandaged up and his arm in a sling. Jan couldn’t help but gasp when she saw him. Still, the first thing that came out of her mouth was, “Got beaten in soccer pretty damn bad, didn’t you? Doing a header shouldn’t make you bleed, you know. Not if you do it right, anyways.” Hugo had smiled back at her, but had otherwise shrugged her off. He was used to Jan, and normally he’d play along, but that day hadn’t been one for jokes. He stared at his arm for a while, and then lay back on the couch, silent and thinking. “Is it worth it?” she finally asked. He found himself raising an eyebrow at the suddenness of the question—but then realized that it wasn’t really the abruptness of it that had puzzled him. It was the seriousness. The earnestness. It was unlike her…usually. “Is what worth it?” he shot back. He knew, but he had to be sure it wasn’t another set-up for a joke. Jan would do that. “You know. Working for Tycho—getting in their fights, supporting their cause, scrounging for supplies all along—is…is it worth it?” He smiled again—a smile like a wise old sage would give to some young, zealous kid running up the steps to the Temple of the Lotus Flower or some other and asking if meditation would really help them relax before their job interview in the afternoon. Yes, it was that specific of a smile. There was a knowing sort of look, an “I’ve been in your shoes before” quality… Hugo took his sister aside then, and presented all he knew and thought and believed to her about what he and his allies were doing. Plainly, clearly, sincerely—leaving room for her to make her own judgments and form her own opinions, without any of the pressure there had always seemed to be before when anyone discussed Tycho or Shinra with her. It might have been the most enlightening conversation she’d ever had--she almost laughed when she realized that it ended up being with her big brother, of all people. Generally they just talked about who got the last cookie, or the last soccer match they’d seen. Not life decisions. Return to the moment six months later. Jan’s father is crying before her. Her mother and Hugo are gone, killed in some terrible fight. Lauren’s sitting there, innocent to it all… …if you had been following what thoughts were running through Jan’s mind all this time, her next decision would have been obvious. And, of course, her flair for the dramatic accounted for the timing. “I’m joining Tycho…” she murmured. Victor Mercer looked up. He hoped the sound he’d heard was just a sneeze. He knew it wasn’t, unless his daughter had started learning to sneeze words, like some of his students burped the alphabet… …no, that wasn’t it. She’d spoke--he was sure of it. He was just too afraid to ask her to repeat what he thought he had heard. But she repeated it anyway, realizing that he was going to have to hear it, and she was going to have to say it to him; “I said…I’m joining Tycho.” He nodded emptily, muttered something like, “I heard.” He didn’t look up at her—his gaze was fixed on Lauren, playing with some blocks behind her. “What…what about your sister? Are you going to leave her without a big sister now too? She already lost one sibling today…” “I won’t die--not unless there is no other conceivable way to protect her. She won’t be in danger. That…I promise.” The unspoken question in the air was, “Why?” Her dad’s eyes said it all. “I have to do this—I believe in what Hugo and Mom strived for, and I want to finish what they’ve done. I want to do something important. I want to bring about change, not just for their memory’s sake, but for everyone…including you and Lauren.” If there was ever a doubt that Jan was Alana Mercer’s daughter, it was erased completely now. Victor knew there would be no arguing with her. “Keep your promise,” he said. And then Jan left—but she left Jan Mercer behind to live with her family. Out in the world now, fighting against Shinra, was Robin Overcoat, a stranger who would not be traced back to her home. Her family, she told herself, would be as safe as possible.
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Name: Eden Ataraxia Marseilles Winters ( Ataraxia: ‘peace of mind’, ‘tranquility’.) Aliases: Winter, Axia, and Mint/Minty if you really want to get on her bad side. Age: Over 23 years. Race: Human, but a curse was etched into her early on in her life. The curse gives her longevity and other abilities which shall be explained later on. Sex: Female Hair: Straight and long. White. She was once a redhead, but the curse turned her hair to the colour it is now. Eyes: Mint green. Height: 5 feet 7 inches. Weight: 132lbs. Weapons: Shattered Angel: An abnormally large revolver made up of a material called Innocence, a holy ore. Her father shaped the ore into the gun and her mother helped activate the power of the Innocence. The revolver is an extremely powerful weapon, the bullets never need to be reloaded (even though shells fall out of the gun after it is fired) but needs a second or two to ‘recover’ or ‘recharge’ after all the shots have been fired. Any ‘unholy’ being standing up to this weapon will be dealt great damage, having been hit by raw holy power. Shattered Angel cannot be destroyed in any way. The gun is also able to have different ‘levels’ of functions called ‘Purging Levels’: Purging Level 0: Straight Shot – Like a normal revolver. Normal firing rate and handling. Purging Level 1: Rapid Fire – It enables the weapon to fire all six bullets in rapid succession. It makes it seem (and sound) as if only one bullet has been fired, when actually, all six bullets have been shot. Purging Level 2: Twisted Split – The gun clones itself temporarily. Although the power of the guns is now half of the original, the speed of fire is the same. None of the other Purging Levels (aside from Rapid Fire) can be activated at this time. Purging Level 3: Revolving Wind – The bullets are fired a lot slower than usual. They also move through the air slower. To make up for the speed cut, the air around the bullets begins to ‘ripple’ visibly. If the bullet hits the target, a larger, rounder wound is made instead of a smaller bullet hole. Purging Level 4: Arrow of Angelic Sin – A powerful, single-shot mode. A large demonic-looking structure forms over the gun with a single hole for the shot. Eden pulls back a ‘string’ made of Innocence and uses the whole structure like a bow. The single, powerful arrow of light shot out hits only what Eden wants it to hit. The Arrow can disintegrate lesser (ie. very weak) demons in one shot, while powerful demons and other beings are only burned badly. Only one arrow can be shot at a time. And it takes longer to fire an arrow than use bullets. Broken Butterfly: An EDM Arms Windrunner XM 107 Tactical. A bolt-action, magazine-fed sniper rifle chambered for the Browning Machine Gun cartridge (.50 Cal. BMG.). The rifle can be differentiated from all others in the fact that it can be taken-down into 5 pieces or assembled, without any tools, in less than 1 minute. The complete take-down overall length is less than 32 inches. It’s carried (along with ammo) in a neat, black briefcase that has the shape of half of a butterfly (hence the name) engraved on the top right-hand corner on both sides. The other briefcase with the other half of the butterfly was destroyed long ago. The gun itself is normal, meaning that it isn’t modified magically or physically. Excalibur – Chained in Fate: The legendary sword itself. The blade always shines brightly with a golden light. However, due to Eden not being a ‘chosen’ wielder, its full power cannot be implemented. As a result, when the sword is drawn, numerous chains appear and wrap themselves around the blade. The chains’ lengths are seemingly infinite, as they create more links if one tries to remove them from around the sword. The chains will sometimes bind themselves to Eden’s arm or connect to the walls and floor of an area, forming a formidable ‘web’ with the sword suspended upright in the middle. Avalon – Extinguished Flame: Excalibur’s scabbard, which supposedly has the power to heal any wound and make its holder immortal. However, that power now seems non-existent. Instead, Avalon’s only use is healing other people (and not Eden) of any wound they can sustain, even if it’s fatal. Avalon also plays a part in helping Eden’s body reject the curse; when the curse’s ‘presence’ reaches its potential and takes over Eden’s body for a while, Avalon ‘resets’ the presence, making Eden’s body normal again. It cannot destroy the curse totally. Inventory: She always keeps a few things with her (aside from weapons), these include: -Bullets for the Broken Butterfly, which she keeps in the same briefcase. Since the gun is not modified, the bullets can be bought if she runs out of ammo. -The other half of the mask. It’s just a mirrored version of the one she has now, with a narrow hole cut out for her to see through. She sometimes puts this on when entering a fight. -A carton of cigarettes. Always. -A box of matches. They’re rather loud when she strikes them. -A cigarette lighter. It’s small, sleek and silver. Used when the matches finish or if they get wet. Refillable. Strengths: Because of the curse’s effect on her eye (the world’s movements are sort of ‘slower’ to her sight), she can aim flawlessly with her guns or move to dodge a fast attack just in time. She takes mental ‘snapshots’ twice as fast as a normal human would. Another effect of the curse; her body can take immense amounts of damage and she’ll still be able to move, attack and dodge without much trouble (at some point in her biography, she brought down half of a stone mansion on herself when she created her companion, and was able to get up and walk away). Eden is naturally graceful, agile and swift, trained to handle different ammunition by her father (who wanted a son rather than a daughter), and trained in the basics of Piguaquan by her mother. Weaknesses: First of all, although she wields a holy weapon, she actually takes a lot of damage from holy/light magic because of the curse. Holy/light magic bypasses the curse’s ‘endurance’ and slowly eats away at her body even after being hit. The wound will stop eating away and will heal over time. The curse’s presence (described by her as ‘The Darkness’) will increase every time she takes a blow, especially a supposedly fatal one. The Darkness will be seen by herself only when she looks into a mirror or reflective surface. Because of the mask covering the right side of her face, she is unable to see anything on that side of her body. She is also totally blind in the dark, even when some light is present, bright light (a single torch won’t help) is needed. She is also extremely dependent on Avalon to keep her curse in check, which forms a weak point. The Darkness/Skills/Magic: The Darkness – Harmonious Nightmare: When the curse’s presence reaches it’s full, Eden is engulfed mentally and physically by a dark form called a ‘Nightmare’. Physically, she is covered in shadow by a hooded cloak, so much so that none of her features are distinguishable, even if you shine a light to her face, the light would be seemingly absorbed by an ‘abyss’. Nothing can touch her at this point; a sword would slash nothing and a bullet would go straight through her. Also, at that moment, Eden will exist no more on that ‘plane’, replaced by that silent form of darkness. This Nightmare can attack and move of its own accord, slashing with claws that cut deeply and burn at the same time. Eden herself will be transported to a different ‘plane of reality’ that is exactly the same, but filled with other forms of Nightmares. The Nightmares attack her relentlessly, inflicting great physical pain each time they land a blow, until she succumbs and is pulled back to the original reality, in her normal form, where she experiences suffering and pain like no other. She’ll be unable to move, or even blink without feeling severe pain. At this point, without Avalon, she’ll be unable to recover; if she falls asleep, the Nightmares would attack again, starting another cycle of pain. Avalon stops the cycle after she’s brought back, so she only experiences pain for a while afterward. Since the curse gives her longevity, it was meant to give her an eternal life of pain and suffering. The Darkness – Dormant Dream: When the curse is dormant, Eden is normal, save for the fact that the ‘abyss’ still exists on the right side of her face (hence the half-mask) and her body’s endurance and longevity. Any attack directed at the right side of her face will have the same effect as when the Nightmare takes over; it’ll go straight through. If she takes off the mask and tries to view the abyss in the mirror, she will see the right side of her face as normal, while the rest of her body as an abyss (basically an ‘inverted image’). Occasionally, the image in the reflection will speak in a language that Eden cannot understand, and is not recorded in any library or website, anywhere. Magic – Ragnarok -- Fate of the Gods: “The sun has been devoured, the moon is no more. The stars have burnt out; the world shivers in the darkness. The fate of all Gods is decided, Ragnarok has been unleashed.” —Translation of the characters on Excalibur’s blade. When chanted once while Excalibur is out, the sword’s sturdy Chains of Fate stretch out and attach themselves to their surroundings so that the sword is suspended upright in the middle of the web of chains. Excalibur begins to pulse repeatedly, sending out numerous golden embers as far as the eye can see. Each golden ember becomes a replica of a weapon from legend or myth. The weapons remain suspended in the air, all pointing towards the center, towards Excalibur. The weapons remain suspended in mid-air and can be used to stand on (if you’ve got the balance) or they can be plucked out of the air and wielded. Anyone within Ragnarok’s range can use the weapons it brings out. Legendary weapons such as Mjolnir (Thor’s hammer), Gungner (Odin’s Spear), Gae Bolg (the lightning spear from Irish mythology) and the Claiomh Solais (The Sword of Light, also from Irish mythology) are among thousands of other weapons replicated by Ragnarok’s golden embers. Skills: Eden is versed in the basics of her mother’s fighting style, Piguaquan, which focus on fluent and graceful attacks that rely on combinations rather than attacks with raw power. She is also no pushover when it comes to fixing certain devices and machinery. Appearance (with Avalon and her half-mask):  Personality: If you were to put her into a category of ‘alignment’, the most fitting classification would be ‘Chaotic Neutral’; Eden is an individualist who follows her own goals. Or just that one: to rid herself of the curse and be ‘normal’ again. She typically acts out of self-interest, but doesn’t necessarily enjoy seeing others suffer, so despite her willingness to kill, she does not necessarily do it for enjoyment. Eden usually dismisses any form of authority and she has no qualms about breaking any law. She can be crafty and devious, but can also demonstrate a capacity for moral thinking. Sometimes, her actions will border on the odd to the extremely insane, believing that she cannot die so easily. Eden is also a heavy smoker, but not much of a drinker. Because of the trials she’s been through her personality has hardened instead of making her insecure. It is in such a way that nothing seems to really excite or scare her anymore. Eden rarely speaks or smiles, but can force a good pretend smile if she has to; as seemingly nothing can really make her smile. She is also bisexual, but attracted to women more so than men. Eden also shows great care for Ticker, her companion, and treats it as more of a pet than a tool. Themesongs: Soundgarden – “Blow Up The Outside World”. Biography: Excalibur’s History: Just before his death, King Arthur ordered his loyal servant to return Excalibur to the one who gave the legendary sword to him: Vivian, the Lady of the Lake. Instead of destroying the sword, Vivian kept it, so that it could be bestowed upon another worthy king. However, many years came and went, and she found none as worthy as the former king. Decades more would come and go; Excalibur’s history would become legend, the ‘Legend of King Arthur’, the ‘Legend of the Sword in the Stone’. People soon stopped believing in things like the legendary sword and the Lady of the Lake. Vivian decided that she would go dormant, so she entrusted the sword to a woman (known only as “The Keeper”) whose duty was to keep Excalibur until the sword stopped glowing, which would mean that a worthy ruler has ascended to the throne. The Lady warned the Keeper that if the sword was drawn out and blood touches its blade before that time, a curse of nightmares would plague Vivian and the Keeper’s descendants. Years continued to pass by, the Keeper handing down the responsibility of the sword to her descendants, who, in turn, gave it to their descendants. It was only a matter of time before one would forget to pass on the knowledge of the curse and blood would fall unto the blade. Vivian’s descendants began to suffer from hellish nightmares. The Keeper’s family was wiped out in a war. It was revealed that a child in every seventh generation would have it the worst, being inflicted with both physical and mental pain. Excalibur’s ownership changed numerous times, finding its way back to Vivian’s final descendant. Avalon’s History: A little simpler than Excalibur’s; the scabbard was stolen from King Arthur before his final battle. Eden’s mother is a descendant of one of the thieves. Eden’s History: Eden and her twin sister, Eve, were born into an odd family. Their mother was a woman who knew an ancient Chinese fighting style and dabbled in sorcery. Their father was part of the military; a military scientist, to be exact, but he knew how to handle his guns. The father was disappointed, having two daughters and no son, but the mother was happy. As they grew, their mother taught them some of her skills, including some of her black arts, while their father taught them sciences and ammunition. Their father had his own laboratory in their old stone mansion where he kept his experiments and secrets (including Excalibur, which his wife did not know about). It was there that he created the Shattered Angel, from powerful, holy, angelic ore called Innocence, which he had experimented on earlier. The two girls broke into his lab (using their mother’s sorcery. It was good practice) numerous times, coming across the hidden Excalibur and the gun made from Innocence. It was after Eve touched Excalibur for the first time when she began to experience nightmares, night after night. She began to lose sleep and strength, until eventually, she couldn’t take it anymore. Eve’s suicide weighed greatly on the family, and the curse was transferred to Eden, who, even at her sister’s funeral, was more angry than sad. She did not cry. The curse now began to take its toll on Eden. Not knowing what to do, Eden’s mother bestowed Avalon upon her, which seemed to quell the curse. The father locked himself up in the laboratory, not wanting to face the problems in his family, only coming out at night to crawl into bed. During those nights, Eden used to creep down to the lab and break in, confident that he was researching and working on some sort of cure. This was when she found out the translation of the markings on Excalibur’s blade, and other documents that proved that her father was ignoring the family almost completely. She found letters and notes in his date book that implied that he was having an affair, even before Eve’s death. Aside from the affair, when he was not meeting the woman, he was working, developing miniature ‘Golems’ that would act as spies for the military. Unfortunately, he couldn’t animate them. Out of curiosity, Eden decided to make an attempt to animate one of them using her mother’s magic. The result was an explosion so powerful that it destroyed the lab and almost everything in it (the other butterfly briefcase included), bringing almost half of the stone mansion down on her. The explosion also blew off half of her face, revealing the abyss beneath. When she finally climbed out of the rubble, she didn’t come out alone. Eden was followed by a small, silver ball with wings and a long tail, Ticker, which would become a faithful companion from then on. Despite the massive damage she received, she was still strong enough to push away large stones and then get up and walk as if nothing had happened. Thinking that she had lost another daughter, Eden’s mother started making preparations to do away with her own life. Before she could finish, however, Eden came in at the same time. Her mother was happy for a small while, before looking into the abyss for too long. She lost her mind right there, the depth of the abyss driving her mad, provoking her to hang herself right in front of her daughter. Not wanting this to happen to her father, she locked herself away in her room with some materials and tools from the destroyed lab, along with Excalibur, Avalon and Ticker. There she made two halves of a mask, one for the right side of her face and one for the left, which had a hole cut out for her to see through. When she went to find her father afterwards, she found that he had shot himself. The note he left behind explained that he couldn’t handle the guilt of destroying his own family. It was then that she decided to leave the place in an attempt to leave most of these memories behind. After taking all of the items that were valuable to her, she set fire to the mansion and walked away without shedding a tear. She was fourteen when her sister died, eighteen when her mother hanged herself and just turned nineteen when she left her home. Name: Ticker/Tick-Tick Age: Four years Race: Miniature flying golem. Made from silver and animated by magic. Gender: None. Weight: Extremely light, less than 1 lb. Height: About two inches tall. Wingspan: A little more than one foot from the tip of one wing to the other. Tail length: Two feet. Strengths: This little bugger is airborne, swift and stealthy. It can be used to spy or deliver messages. Even though it is light and can be destroyed in one direct hit, it can rebuild itself just as easily. And even so, Ticker is extremely hard to hit, just like a fly, which makes it an expert at annoying anyone. Weaknesses: Ticker is small and delicate, and although it can understand humans perfectly, it sometimes isn’t very bright when it comes to some circumstances. Humans can’t really understand it, even Eden has some trouble. It sometimes wanders off on its own, and can get lost, even if it’s not far from Eden herself. Appearance:  Not seen: A large mouth with very sharp teeth. Skills/Magic: Shapeshift: Its ‘face’ (above its mouth) can morph into various small images or icons to help communicate. For example, when it changes into an exclamation mark, it means surprise or danger. Rebirth: If it is destroyed, it crumbles into small rocks. After a small while the rocks pull themselves together, reforming the golem. Ticker can also crumble at will and rebuild itself whenever it likes. Black Hole: This little golem has a massive appetite, eating things as large as tables and chairs in one go, without stopping. The hardest thing it can eat and digest is iron. Other than changing the shape of its face to communicate, it ‘speaks’ in clicks and whistles. Even though it can’t speak human languages, it can speak to other animals perfectly. It can also fly at very high speeds, but only in a straight line, it has to slow down a lot before it can turn. Personality: Ticker is fiercely loyal to its master, but also enjoys the freedom that Eden gives it. Usually when Eden meets other people, it will hang around those it likes, sometimes sitting on their shoulder and becoming their temporary companion until Eden is ready to move on again. When it is with its master, it will either be sitting on her shoulder or hiding inside her clothes. It can sometimes be crafty in complicated situations, but when it comes to simple situations, it’s not very intelligent. For example, it would fly repeatedly into a glass window before realizing that it has to find another way. Ticker can also cackle or giggle audibly when it’s happy, but only shiver when it’s sad or angry.
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VITA DEFICIO
*PERSONAL INFORMATION* Name: Vita Deficio. Race: Human. Sex: Male. Age: Thirty-four, looks about twenty. Personality: Vita is a very compassionate, loving person. That said, his greatest passion in life is war, and the rush, thrill and hype he gets from it. There are some dark aspects to him though; war has ravaged his mind. He is troubled, but rarely shows it, and has forged for himself a guise of solidity, firmness. *APPEARANCE* Eyes: Gold. Hair: Blood red. Brow-length at the fringe and lengthening as it approaches the back, where it touches his shoulders. Physical: Vita is a strong, lithe person. His muscle is more obvious in his abdominals and arms, with chest and leg muscles roughly even (although his legs are slightly stronger). Although his face is not overly angled, it is recognizably slim and elf-like. His fingers are long and dexterous to match the rest of his body. His eyes have a look of inner strain coupled with determination. His brow is light, and lessens the impact of other aspects of his face that would show worry. Overall, his form and facial expressions possess an odd aura of concern and brooding. Vita Deficio wears a tight, dark green shirt with his insignia on the left breast (see below). The sleeves of this shirt are long enough to reach just over his knuckles and the joint of his thumb. Over the shirt, he wears a leather overcoat the colour of darkened blood. It extends down to his knees, partially flaring out at the end to allow leg movement, with a zip from his waist up to his collarbone. The collar points slightly forwards, exaggerating the angles of his face, and reaches up to just below his eye line. The sleeves reach a centimetre over the balls of Vita’s hands, with a strip the width of his palm stitched over the back of his hands to protect his fingers. The edges of his overcoat have a row of studs along its edges. His pants are black and tight, tucked into his boots, which are the same kind of material as his jacket. The boots reach halfway up his shin, tied together with white laces. His pants are held up with a black belt, which is studded with half-spheres, similar to the ones on his jacket. A featureless belt, which does not run through the loops of his pants, is attached to the same buckle as the other belt, but hangs down on the left side. The hanging is due to the weight of Solvo pro Vita in its sheath, fastened to the left side. The sheath has Vita’s insignia etched into it hundreds of times. Vita’s right palm has his insignia scratched into it. Insignia:  Solvo pro Vita:  *SKILL* Strengths: Vita is a skilled swordsman, having served fifteen years in the army. The sword he wields is also trained in the arts of death, and has been Vita’s companion for years. Although not the strongest of all people, he has the ability to endure for hours on end at his full potential and can take a beating; he always stands up. Weaknesses: Despite being fearsome in close-combat, Vita has barely any defences at long range, and would easily be outdone by a skilful mage. If he overpowers his sword, it can backfire and severely burn him, lessening his ability to wield the blade. Vita is also merely a human, and would be at a great disadvantage against other races with superior strength and senses, which make up a large amount of the enemies he encounters. Being slightly influenced by the holy attributes of his sword, Vita is weak against black magic more than other varieties. Sword Style: Vita, over many long years, has developed a sword style that is unique in many ways. He prefers not to stab, and sticks to slashes and one-handed disarming manoeuvres, much like fencing. If he cannot disarm his opponent, he will gash their hand, impairing their sword-fighting abilities. He tends not to kill his opponents, but simply render their means of defence and offence defunct. *WEAPONS* Death's Retribution, Solvo pro Vita: Vita wields a rapier roughly four feet in length. Solvo pro Vita, or just Solvo, is a gateway into the deepest bowels of hell. If he so wishes, Vita can open this gateway using a large portion of his soul’s latent power, pouring the energy into his body. This energy is released through the insignia on his right palm into the hilt, and subsequently into the blade, where the centre of the sword glows a fiery orange. When the sword is powered, it heats up dramatically, increases Vita’s physical strength and speed, heightens his senses and gives him an extremely powerful sense of space. If used for too long, however, Vita will be extremely drained of energy and may even have to sleep for days. *MAGIC* Solvo pro Flamma: Instead of powering his sword, Vita can channel the hellish energy into his body, allowing him to launch skeins of crimson energy from his right palm and fingertips. This energy takes the form of flaming plasma, with the lightning-like branches of its reach burning the air and itself. This does not drain Vita as much, but still takes its toll on his ability to fight and is not used often. *HISTORY* Childhood Vita Deficio was born as James Funder. Vita Deficio was a name he got given when he was held responsible for his sister’s death in a household fire, when he failed to save her in order to save himself. He grew up normally, beside the fact of being shunned by all he knew, as well as his parents. And that was why he was sent to war. New Year’s Day, 1620 Blood was everywhere. It was on their clothes, on their faces, on their hands. The air might as well have been made of it; cascades, torrents, of blood erupted all around. The battlefield was stained with the crimson rivers, as if the bowels of hell had been allowed to unleash their chaos and pain unto the plain. The ground sent pangs up Vita’s legs as he bounded along, slaying and maiming the enemy. Demons and hell’s-children all, the foe rolled over the plain in waves, approaching through physical space and the ether, attacking the minds of Deficio’s comrades unrelentingly. The next group of demons were coming, and people around him had their mind’s crushed by the onslaught of psychic energies. Vita leapt headlong into the mass, swinging his longsword ravenously. He felled many of them, rending them from physicality. He knew that, as he killed them their bodies vanished. They would be mended at the back lines, and sent in again; Vita had slain some demons many times over, but they would just keep on coming. Deficio slammed his sword’s hilt into the skull of one, and the spun around and ripped another four demons. The final one fell at the hands of one of his fellow soldiers. The next wave came, hundreds strong. They were black and red and blue, smeared with excrement and blood, wielding swords, maces and axes. Tongues lolled from gaping maws, all lined with needle-point teeth. Their mouths gaped, as if the demons wished to show the beds of razors that would serve as the final resting place for many foolish soldiers. Summer, 1623 Vita moaned. Like the others, he shambled along, coated in chains and ropes, tormented and whipped. They all wandered where they were told. They were the prisoners of war, the playthings of darkness. Today, Vita Deficio would be Marked. Marked as a prisoner, sworn as a soldier. He would be made to fight his comrades of old, and would bring to their death many of the people he called friends. And, if he was lucky, he would die. A many-fingered hand wrapped around his neck, hauling him like a doll into the embrace of a demon. It had no eyes, and inspected him with its tongue. The slobber smothered his face, almost suffocated him. He had his right hand freed from chains. The claw of the creature came down, and began etching his hand. The pain was unbearable. It felt as if, through the carving of his hand, he lived the pain of all demons and men. The he was tossed down. The ground smashed upwards into his back, cutting and maiming his form further. He felt the bedrock twist and writhe beneath him. It seemed to dig its hands into him, engulfing his soul in the manifold pain of its stranglehold. More hands of rocked rushed over and into him, until he new not where his body finished and hell began. Then he was on the field of battle. Then, when Vita freed the head of a human he new too well from his body, he realised how to escape. It would probably end in death, but it was worth the risk, worth it to find a sliver of hope of survival. From the ground he lifted a sword, and brandished it against the demons. Then, he knew not what happened. He felt his soul shatter, the world shudder, as if it had been holding it’s blood-reeking breath for too long, and the demons scream. The world turned, and he was the axis. He looked down to see all of hell’s glory blazing about the rapier he now held. Winter, 1630 Vita Deficio could not tell how long he had been swaying through blood. He was thundering through sloughs of demons, fire bursting from his blade. He was journeying towards the centre of hell, taking a dive into the release of war. Somehow he knew that this was the only means of escape. Running would not help; you could not escape this battle by fleeing from its claws. Vita was ducked under the fingernails of those hands as they raked the earth for more blood. He escaped their touch by attacking them. The war raged on around him, and he raged through it, to its heart. The sky was black, and the sun hung in its ebon folds. Like the sun, fighting back the darkness, Vita killed and maimed the demons. He knew that he would live. And he fought onward. 1635 Vita buried his sword in the earth, and let its power flow away from him. He had escaped, he had lived. That was what was so frightening.
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Re: Character List
Name: Emile Velos.
Title: The Silver Beauty; The Divine Lancer. Occupation: Roller Battle Combatant Occupation Explanation: In the world that Emile is from, there is one extreme sport that trumps all others. Roller Battles are battles between warriors dressed in armor that enhances their natural attributes and tests their physical strength/skills in battle with each other. Each Roller Battler wears an armor model or mix of models based on preference, and the warriors fight while skating around an arena similar to ones that Nascar are held in. THe most powerful warriors are hailed as such, and each fan has their own favorite champion. This sport represents the most primal nature of people by testing their skills. Race: Human Age: 18 Hair: Purple in color and straight, falling to just below her neck. Eyes: Hazel Height: 5’5’’ (five feet, five inches) Weight: 120 pounds Weapon: The Mark XIX High Voltage Spear. Code Name: The Divine Lance: A joke based off her her signature attack she uses in the Roller Battle Arena. Emile named the spear the Divine Lance after finding fitting names for her special attacks. Despite having only two notable special attacks that she uses, she gave them names from mythology, and thus, named the spear the Divine Lance because both spear users were partially divine. Specs: This spear is about six feet long, five feet and four inches of it shaft, and eight inches is for the retractable blade and the volt dispenser at the top. The Shaft: The body of the weapon is five feet, four inches long. The whole weapon is about two inches in diameter, except for the handles which are about one and a half inches in diameter. The spear is two layers thick. The inner layer is made of wires, circuits and generators that keep a constant rush of power flowing through the weapon at all time. This allows for the creation of lightning through the voltage dispenser at the top of the weapon. The outer layer is made of a Titanium-Chrome alloy. This alloy is flexible, strong and durable, along with having a lustrous finish to it. The outer layer is connected to the inner layers start at spring loaded things that push the outer layer open to reveal the inner layer when the red button is pressed once. The outer layer also has the handles of the spear, one at about one foot, six inches up the weapon, and the other about three feet from the butt of the weapon. Each handle has a synthetic material grip that has a pressure sensitive button beneath where the index finger is placed. Also, a red button is placed about two inches above the farther handle. The button beneath the closer handle causes the blade to retract so the tips of it are even with the volt discharger. The second button either electrifies the tip of the spear or releases a blast of lightning from the voltage dispenser. The red button has three different effects, one for each time it is pressed. The first time causes the exterior plating of the spear to be pushed upwards by the mechanisms in place to push it about three inches and retracts the blade. Each part of the spear with plating has four plates around the spear that are pushed out, and the spear is broken up into three sections, so in all there are twelve plates opened with one push of the red button. The second push causes the spear to release massive amounts of energy, causing a white glow to encompass the whole weapon and creating a six inch long tip at the end of the spear from the voltage dispenser. The third push causes the weapon to go into cool down mode, where the plating is returned to its initial position and the weapons energy output ceases for about six minutes. The blade: The blade of the weapon is four inches long, double edged, and has retractable rollers placed on the sides of it and shaped like an arrow head. When a certain button is pressed, the blade is retracted to reveal the voltage dispenser. The volt dispenser is a cylinder that extends five inches from the end of the shaft up until an inch into the blade where two very narrow slits in the dispenser are. When the red button is pressed twice, the dispenser creates a six inch blade that is used in her ultimate attack. Armor: Mark XXIII High Density Combat Armor: This armor is a unique one among the Roller Battle armors for one reason: It is one of a kind. Emile made this armor based on some schematics she looked over for other armors and modified the armors to make them more efficient. The main trait of this armor that gives it is very notable one of a kindness is that each piece of armor has its own use. Psychic Helmet: The helmet of her armor. This helmet is very unique among Battle Roller helmets. Despite its plain appearance, appearing like a normal helmet a person wears for going out on a bicycle ride (except there are no openings, it is one solid piece), this helmet has no real unique external features. LIke all helmets, it has a wire connected between it and the chest plate, and hers has a green visor that she can leave down or have up based on the push of a button on the right side of her helmet. No matter where Emile is, she’ll always have this on her, since she can use it as a beacon to call the rest of her armor to her. The helmet of this armor is probably, however, the single most useful piece of armor she has in her arsenal. THe helmet allows her to control the powers of the other parts of her armor with her mind, since the helmet reads brain patterns. By using these psychic messages, she can activate the power of any of her armor parts effects, and even so much as activating two at once. Aside from that, the helmet also causes her to have increased Adrenal levels when battle starts, along with an increase in her aggressiveness. Also, her visor can scan and analyze the make up of things and even identify what they’re made up of, so long as it is a naturally occurring substance. Also, the helmet gives her basic knowledge of hand to hand and spear based combat. Power Conductor: The breast plate of her armor is also, like the helmet, completely created out of the Titanium-Chrome alloy that the rest of her armor is made of. The internal layer of the armor is a vast series of circuits that move power through them. The internal of the armor is similar in design to the internal system of her spear. The armor controls her muscles, increasing her physical strength, agility, dexterity, speed, and skill. With her chest plate on, her physical attributes are all amplified to the level of being almost twice the capacity of the normal human. Knuckle Duster: The armor that covers her right arm. This is her dominant arm, so the Knuckle Duster is used as a secondary weapon. This piece of armor borrows energy from all other armor parts and channels it into the knuckles, creating a light white glow around it and increasing the power of her punches by nearly four times her strength. However, the armor goes into a cool down mode after just one of these super punches, so she rarely uses it. The distinctive thing about this piece of armor is that there are cylinders over the knuckles, whereas the rest of the arm is chrome colored, this part is gold and the point where the energy gathers. This can be activated either by the helmet or pushing a button on the center of her hand. Absolute Defense: This name is far from the truth. This covers her left arm. The entire arm is made of the same alloy as all the rest of her weapons and armor except for on the forearm where a small, pentagonal shield is attached. Either by pressing the button in the center of her hand or by command of helmet, the attached shield begins to spin, releasing an energy shield that’s about six inches in diameter from each edge of the pentagon. The shield, while active, spins quickly a shield made of energy that can repel most pierce attacks (including bullets), and some hack attacks, however, like all of her armor, it is extremely weak to magic. Also, this shield can only take a few attacks before it shatters and the shield generator must recharge. Jet Booster: The Jet Booster is the leggings, covering from her waistline down over her feet in her metallic armor. The leggings are very normal except for the boots. On the heel of her boots a large wheel is attached, and under the toes of her feet are wheels. Instead of running, she skates around on these wheels. Also, under the heel is a jet booster that she uses for her special attacks. The booster can either be activated by enough pressure on the heel of the boot(s) or by use of the helmet. Strengths: Natural: Emile is naturally an intelligent person. She has a nearly photographic memory, allowing her to retain great amounts of information on things she’s interested in. Also, she has great knowledge and skills as a mechanic, having built her own Power Suit, and is also highly skilled in metallurgy, creating light, but strong, metals to be used in armors. Also, her attention to detail allows her to retain the entire layout of a battlefield by looking around, knowing what areas are safe and dangerous. Enhanced by her armor: Thanks to her armor, she is very fast, strong, and has much greater endurance. Also, thanks to her helmet, she can control any part of her armor with or without a thought based on how hard she wants to try. Also, because her chest plate enhances her muscle performance, she is in better shape than normal people and her armor is also lightning proof, since the chest plate also acts as an electrical regulator, to preserve her impulse from any damage from lightning. Aside from that, the fact each of her armor pieces has a unique power grants her a variety of combat ideas she can use, even without her weapon. Also, so long as she has her helmet, she can summon the other parts of her armor from wherever they are to her and have them quickly equipped themselves to her for immediate protection. Weakness: Natural: Being a normal human, she isn’t very physically powerful in any category outside of thought. Also, because she’s not a warrior, her skills with weapons is very limited to what she’s just began to learn in Roller Battle. Although she’s learning the spear and fist fighting quickly, with the help of her helmet, her skills are mostly unrefined and she tends to lean towards using her special attacks too often. Armor Weaknesses: The main drawback to her armor is that, despite being durable and strong, it can still be broken or damaged with enough force. The most worrying thing when damage is her helmet because of the loss of the mental stimulus she has from the helmet being broken. Also, although she can repair any broken armor parts, it takes time to do, and cannot be done in battle. Also, although her armor is immune to the effects of lightning, water is very effective to short circuit any part of it that gets substantially wet. Aside from that, she suffers from, although an irrelevant thing in battle, sexual frustration from the chemical shifting occurred while in her armor. Skills: Emile has thought up only two skills, both involving her spear. These skills are named after legendary spears used by heroes or gods from mythology. In an attempt to find something that had a ring to it for the Roller Battles, she came across the legends of Cuchulainn (from Irish Mythology) and Odin (from Norse Mythology) and took the names of their spears for her special attacks. Gae Bolg: (Pronounced guy bulge) The name of Cuchulainn’s legendary spear from Irish Mythology. The weapon has man translations, one of which includes it being a lightning spear, and this is where Emile got her name for her signature attack. In this attack, she depresses the button on the handle furthest from the blade and engulfs the tip in lightning. After this, she starts up her boosters and bursts forwards at a very high speed, lunging the spear. This attack is extremely powerful, however, it only works if it hits the target, or if on the pass the target is close enough to be hit by the residual force from the move. Being her signature move, she uses it a lot, and tends to boast that the skill can pierce anything man made. Gungrir: The name of Odin’s spear from Norse mythology. This attack is pretty much a copy of Gae Bolg, aside from the fact that the attack power is amplified massively and the destructive power is at the limit of a non-magical, man-made attack. Despite that, this skill is reserved to damaging only whatever it strikes due to the contained output of power. This attack is activated after pressing the red button twice and causing the spear to begin releasing huge amounts of energy. After she performs her lunge, she tends to deactivate this mode because otherwise it burns out the spear, to which she will need to repair it before any of the parts will function again. Appearance: A small sketch of Emile in her armor by I)man. Worship her... kinda. ^_^  When wearing her armor, aside from her neck and lower face which, like the rest of her skin, has a creamy complexion, there is no skin revealed. Instead there is only a lustrous, almost silver metal covering the rest of her body. The armor makes her almost glow white in the moon light directly on her, giving her the nickname the Silver Beauty. So long as she has her helmet, even if the rest of her armor isn’t anywhere near her, she can use the helmets power to gravitate her armor, calling it to her and having the armor self-equipt to her. The armor bulges slightly in the chest and where her rear is, giving her armor a distinctly, albeit only slightly, look. When not wearing her armor, Emile is a beautiful young woman. Her face is very oval in shape, and her hair and eyebrows are distinctly purple. Her hair falls with her bangs at eyebrow level, and her hair moves in a diagonal line down the side of her head, ending in the back just above the back of her neck. Her eyes, being hazel in color, attract many glances towards them, since they are, despite her secludedness in public, filled with a great desire to have fun, some have told her. That is the adventure seeking her that she keeps bottled up while at work. Her upper body isn’t overly curvy, but she is rather filled out. She normally, while at work and under her armor, wears a white tank top with a white button up shirt over it. Aside from that, she tends to wear a tie, although she tends to remove that when she dawns her armor, because it looks silly to have a tie and armor on. Other than that, Emile wears a pair of tan dress pants that she feels are very flexible and useful. Personality: Emile, the secretary by day, is a generally kind and quiet person. She does her job with extreme skill and is skilled typist, capable of finishing her job in half the time it takes the other secretaries. She is generally meek and calm around people while at work and on the streets, making sure that she doesn’t accidentally offend anyone or get in fights, because she doesn’t wish to reveal her other identity to anyone. As the Silver Beauty, Emile is arrogant, tough and proud. She is known to, aside from her battles in Roller Battles where she fights two or three foes at once, accept street Roller Battles. In all cases, all that is known is that few people withstand her first attack and can fight afterwards. Aside from that, she tends to be tactical, although minutely rash, when it comes to fights, generally thinking what would work the best in what situation. The use of her armor, however, does have adverse effects to Emile as a person. Because of the increase in adrenaline and her aggressive impulse, she suffers from an enhanced sex drive, which she generally has to ignore, because she is looking for a man stronger than she is to impress her. Aside from that, her armor also causes her to suffer from occasional fits of anger, generally inspired by the frustration. Aside from that, she suffers from muscle pain from time to time to due to the intense increase in power her armor gives her, and when this happens, she is unable to use her armor for a several days, because it could inflict serious or potentially permanent damage to her body. Biography: Emile Velos has lived in Neo New York on Earth two for her whole life. Hired by a friend of her father because her skills at typing, she became an intern, and later a secretary at a large investment firm at the age of sixteen. From that day onwards, her life was a boring hell of typing pointless memos and stocks and whatnot. However, she did find something of interest in the nearby city. In Neo New York, in the year 2436, the biggest sport around is Roller Battle. A sport that brings people back to their most basic, fighting for money, sport, or just the hell of it. Over time, the sport introduced special metallic armors used by the best, and Emile quickly, after being taken to one by a coworker, fell in love with the sport. It was after this that she began to look into everything she could about Roller Battle and how the armors work. Although it took a little while, she finally found schematics for one of the armors, and decided to try to buy one. Emile quickly learned that the armor would cost her nearly four years salary. At that point, she made a decision. She’d make her own armor, since it would clearly be much cheaper. After studying metallurgy and craftsmanship, Emile began work on her own personal armor with supplies she bought through a friend of the firm. After long hours in her basement and few hours of sleep, she had finally created a unique armor based on special schematics. Her armor was one of a kind. Her armor was the strongest one she’d ever heard of. After all, it wasn’t restricted by base models and things of that sort. It was the Spring Opening Match where the “Silver Beauty,” as she called herself, first made her appearance on the stage. Wearing her chrome-Titanium alloy armor, Emile won six matches that night, and each with only a single move. That move would become her signature move: Gae Bolg. Although at the time, that move didn’t have a name, but whatever worked, she figured, should be tried. For the next several months, Emile worked on perfecting the basics of combat and tested out each of her special parts, making sure everything worked right. Still, these battles, even three-on-one, weren’t very exciting to her. She needed something more. She needed a real challenge. And so, the Silver Beauty took to the streets, engaging in illegal Street Roller Battles. Quickly, her reputation on the streets and underground Roller Battle ranks grew. She was the most well known of any Roller Battler, only on the streets, she called herself the “Divine Lancer.” Since then, Emile has lived her life like this, keeping it as an almost sense of normalcy. Still, she is haunted by two things: Her search for a man stronger than her that she feels is worthy to be her boyfriend, and a way to escape her dead end job that she feels is squeezing the life from her. Still, she fights on, praying for the day she’ll truly be free of her awful day job and be a full time Roller Battler.
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Much thanks to Silver for the sweet UBW Sig. ^_^ R.I.P D.o.C. (11/15/1992-1/5/2008) Zorlo , Zachary Leos, Monroe Vossler, Emile Velos, LucaI have no regrets, this is my only path. My whole life was "Unlimited Blade Works."
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