Ciro's Character List

Generic Thread Title is generic. =/

Seriously, I couldn't think up of anything better. Ah well, If I do, I'll just ask a friendly mod *coughaikocough* to change the name to what I want. ^_^ Until then, this will suffice, but on to business.

Arin P. Bryant: Mage and Weilder of the Crystal Staff of Lleyta.

Aleena H. Moteiran: The Violent Half-Demon.

(Ow! *Is hit by said Half-Demon*)

Vaskalen: The Hellfire Sword.

Kazuya Hayashi: The Arrancar/Shinigami Hybrid. (Although he identifies with only the latter)

Krsitina Ellis: Female Demon Hunter.

Lisa Morrison: Inventor.

Name: Arin (Pronounced Are-in) Bryant
Age: 20
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Weight: 125lbs (pounds)
Height: 6 foot 3 inches

Weapon: Crystal Staff of Llyeta (pronounced leet-ya). Special ability: Shape shifting into objects like a walking stick or a sword, for example.
Armor: Infinity Robes.

Strengths: Despite his youth, Arin is an accomplished mage who can change the molecular components of anything around him, even air itself. In addition, Arin is able to wield a sword, but not to the same skill as his magical abilities. Arin also has a strong will and determination, once he starts something; nothing will stop him from finishing it. Arin can also create a magic force field at will.

Weakness: Being a mage, Arin is vulnerable to close range melee attacks. Although he can create a force field, it is not able to withstand a bombardment of attacks, or very powerful attacks. Furthermore, Arin's spells can take a while to cast and require concentration.

Skills/Magic:
~~Magic~~
Wind Arrow (Wind element)
A mighty gust of wind is created; causing the target to be seriously damaged if hit directly, or stunned for up to 20 seconds if it misses by less than 10 feet.

Eruption (Fire Element)
Magma is pushed up from below the Earth's crust and is expelled under the target, in a small eruption of lava that can severely burn the target.

Meteor Storm (No element)
Red-hot meteors rain down from the sky hitting a very large area, and can do an incredible amount of damage. However, there is a chance the target will not be hit.

Ice Barrage (Ice element)
From the moisture of the atmosphere, Tiny razor sharp ice crystals are formed. The ice is then propelled at the target at an incredible speed. The ice can cut through steel, and is very dangerous.

Indignation (Lightning element)
A purple disk forms on the ground under the target. A blue ball of energy then forms over the center just above the target’s head and rises until it reaches its apex. However, the attack takes 20 seconds to perform, thus giving ample time for the target to escape. Once the lightning strikes, it hits with enough force to kill most humans, as well as water type creatures near instantly.

~~Sword~~
Shockwave Blade (no element)
As the sword swings it creates massive air pressure. When the swing stops, the air is propelled forward. The shockwave created can blow away lighter targets, and knock over heavier targets.

Light Cannon (Light element)
The sword absorbs a massive amount of light, then blasts out while retaining the shape of the blade of the sword. After contact with the target, one of two things can happen. One: The light explodes on contact, dealing a massive amount of damage. Two: The light embeds itself in the target's heart, then light engulfs the target, followed by a tornado of light that does even more damage than the pervious effect. However, Light Cannon only works on Evil people or demons, therefore, unless facing a strong dark elemented creature or someone of pure evil, Light Cannon is ineffective.

Personality: In battle, he is serious and can kill any monster without any problem or second thought. However, when he is not fighting, he is kind and helpful, as well as a bit of a practical joker who sometimes takes a joke a little too far. He does not have many friends and prefers to be alone and away form people. He is also quick to get angry, which is also why he avoids people.

Appearance: Arin wears multicolored robes called "Infinity Robes". The infinity robes keep the person wearing them at a comfortable temperature. For example, in a cold climate the robes are heated. The robes are stripped, and with every stripe is a different color. The stripes are also different sizes. The robes also come with matching boots, gloves that follow the same pattern of coloration, as well as a full brimmed hat (the brim goes all around the hat), also with matching colors.

Arin is somewhat skinny for his age. He has a scar on the back of his left hand that extends form the base of the thumb to the wrist as the result of a sword training accident. His black hair always looks as though he has just been through a violent windstorm, so he usually keeps his hat on. His eyes are as blue as a sapphire that give a kind of warm feeling to his normally unfriendly looking face.


Picture drawn and coloured by the amazing Aiko-chan! A million thanks, once again. ^_^

History:

Arin Bryant grew up in the small village of Chestnut Hallow. It is a small village situated in Sinamin (pronounced sign-ah-min) Valley, which is near the East Coast of the country of Mistalin. Chestnut Hallow is renowned around the world for being the home of some of the world’s elite mages. Therefore, it was no surprise when Arin began to show signs that he was a mage.

It was a sunny Monday morning. Arin was about to start his first day of school. Like all kids about to go to school for the first time, Arin was nervous, very nervous. As he ate his breakfast that morning, it felt as though it would be his last meal before he died of anxiety. He was shivering as he ate his breakfast, as though he was sitting on an ice cube.

“Calm down Arin. It is only the first day of school,” Said Arin’s mother in reassuring tone. Arin’s mother, Jane Bryant, was one of the most beautiful women in all of Chestnut Hallow. Her flowing golden hair always attracted attention every time they went to the local market, or anywhere else for that matter.

“I know mommy, but I am just so scared,” replied Arin in a shaky voice.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. Besides, Mrs. Bellbottom is going to be your teacher. She will make sure nothing happens to you,” said Jane.

After hearing that Mrs. Bellbottom would be his teacher, Arin relaxed a little. He and Mrs. Bellbottom had been friends forever. Everyday in the summer he would go to her house to visit. Mrs. Bellbottom was a widow, her husband died in the Great War, and she had been lonely ever since.

“Oh my, look at the time. You better get going to school. I will walk you there if you want,” Jane said. Therefore, after getting his things ready, Arin and his mother walked to school. The schoolhouse was only down the road, but Arid felt nervous because the big kids would had out along that road. With his mother at his side, however, he felt he could do anything.

The rest of the day passed without incident. Mrs. Bellbottom introduced herself as their teacher, and began lessons immediately. When the time came to go home, Arin’s Fear caught up with him. He would have to walk home alone. He was determined to get home, so nothing would stop him. As he walked along the tree lined road; he came across the three big kids.

“Hey what do you think you’re doing shrimp?” Said the biggest of them. He was obviously the leader. He had a big, bulging belly, and looked kind of like a pig wearing clothes.

“I am walking home,” Said Arin in a most innocent tone.

“Well, this is our turf, so buzz off unless you want to get hurt!” The big kid shouted

“But I need to get home, and this is the only way I can!” Arin replied, this time in a more confidant tone.

“Well tough luck squirt, if you need to go home, then wait for us to go. We should be gone in an hour or two,” the big kid said with an evil chuckle. Arin then decided to call for his mom, his house was in earshot after all. “Oh, calling for mommy are you? Look guys, the baby is calling for his mommy,” the big kid said to his friends who then began to laugh loudly. This sentence made Arin angry, he began to hate the big kid and wanted to hurt him. “Look, the baby’s getting angry. Are you going to hit me you big baby, or are you going to call for your mommy again?” the big kid sneered.

That did it. Arin then when to punch the big kid, but he avoided it, knocking Arin to the ground. “You’ll pay for that. When I am done with you, you will regret the day you where born!” The big kid spat in his fury.

Upon hearing this, Arin’s mother ran from the house to see a big kid towering over Arin ready to attack him. However, before she could say anything, the kid had already swung the punch. Arin thought this was the end, and closed his eyes, ready for the inevitable punch. Yet it did not come. When he opened his eyes, Arin saw the big kids looking at him in shock. Arin wondered why, that is until he say the big kid’s hand. It was scarred and was on a weird angle, it looked broken. The big kid was now wailing and crying a storm. Many people in the village cam to see what all the commotion was all about. Arin’s mother then grabbed him and took him inside.

That night, the mayor of the village came to the Bryant’s Door. He was an old, yet tall man, who wore glasses. With him where two others, a male and a female in golden cloaks. Arin’s mother invited them in and offered them a place at the dinner table. They then began to talk about what happened earlier that day. They talked about how the kid’s hand became scarred and broken. Apparently, when the kid’s hand got close to Arin; it burst into flames. In the end, the two people in the golden cloaks determined Arin to be a mage.

Arin trained with the two until he turned ten years old. He was then sent to Madorian City. The capital of Mistalin, to learn advanced magic. He learned many things at the academy, including a bit of swordplay. Then, after ten grueling years of training, Arin graduated the top of his class. He then returned to his home of Chestnut Hallow. After staying in his hometown for a few months, Arin then decided to explore the world, so that he could learn every type of magic the world had to offer, and to become the most powerful mage in the world.

Soon after he left his hometown, he entered the elven forest. His wandering would lead him to the elven city Llyeta, where the citizens where struck with a plague of some sorts. After finding a cure and saving the elves, they decided to give him a great honor. He was allowed to visit the crystal pool and put his hand in it to receive a gift from the elven goddess. What he got was a beautiful blue crystal staff, which he decided to name “The Crystal Staff of Llyeta”.

~~End History~~

~~Battles and Adventures~~
Arin's Training (Zanza-sensei) - Complete!
Arin's Training (Power Shot) - In progress
Under the blue sky - Complete!
Freezing Turmoil - Abandoned
Graduation Match - Complete! ... for all intents and purposes
The Exam - Complete!
An Angel's Aria - Abandoned
Power Shot's Reality Television Show - Complete!
Wandering Lost - In Progress
End of an Era? - Cancled?
Fateful Night - Complete!
The Strongest Enemy - Complete!
Out of the Shadows - In Progress.

Name: Aleena “Luna” Moteiran (Pronounced: Ah-lean-a, Moat-eye-ran)
Age: 18
Race: Half-Demon
Sex: Female
Hair: White
Eyes: Sapphire Blue during the day, Silver at night.
Weight: 165lbs
Height: 6'5
Weapons: Katana
Birthday: November 17th (Scorpio)

Race description: Lunar demons are quite rare, even Half-lunar demons mostly because there are very few male lunar demons or humans that female lunar demons will mate with. Furthermore, potential mates have to look as beautiful/handsome, as the other. In addition, Lunar demons prefer more human-like forms, so they blend in with a crowd of humans then most other types of demons. Finally, Lunar demons are all born with white hair.

However, Lunar Demons are the only type of demon that has some sort of religious belief. They believe that the moon goddess, Aska, used to live on Earth during the creation of all things until she could decide what she was going to do for all eternity. During her stay, she fell in love with a demon named Solaris. Over time, Solaris became more aggressive with Aska to the point where she had to escape from him. So, she took to the sky and became the moon. Solaris then took to the heavens and chased after her. This action led him to become the sun. Even today, the two chase each other across the sky locked in an eternal, never-ending chase.

Strengths: Although she may not look it, Aleena is actually quite agile. She is used to dodging items or punches, so it is only natural that she would develop such agility. Like most Lunar Demons, Aleena’s strength is determined by the current phase of the moon. Naturally, at the full moon is when Aleena is at her strongest. Finally, she is able to exert some control over gravity, which can be quite useful at times.

Weakness: Like almost every type of demon in the world, Aleena is weak against magical attacks. Moreover, she is especially weak against light or holy based attacks because of the demon blood that flows in her veins. In addition, when it looks like a battle is going in her favor, Aleena becomes overconfident. This leads to her underestimating her opponent and becoming sloppy. This usually results in her getting hurt. Like most Lunar Demons, Aleena’s strength is determined by the current phase of the moon. Naturally, at the new moon is when she is at her weakest.

Skills/Magic:
~~ Sword ~~

Shockwave Blade
As the sword swings it creates massive air pressure. When the swing stops, the air is propelled forward. The shockwave created can blow away lighter targets, and knock over heavier targets. This is a standard spell learnt at a young age. Almost everyone on earth can do this attack.

Moonlight Cannon
The sword absorbs a massive amount of light, then blasts out while retaining the shape of the blade of the sword. After contact with the target, the light explodes dealing a moderate amount of damage. Moonlight Cannon is a variation of the Light Cannon technique. However, Moonlight Cannon is only one-fourth the power of Light Cannon. In addition, unlike Light Cannon, Moonlight Cannon can be used on anything and anyone instead of a creature of pure evil.

~~ Demonic Skills ~~

Necral Summon
This skill allows her to change any shadow into a shadow creature called a Necral. Necrals have razor sharp claws and attack with blinding speed. However, because of their speed, they lose power and must strike a target a large number of times. Furthermore, light, or holy magic can kill the Necrals rather easily.

Dark Mist
A ball of darkness forms on Aleena’s hand. She then throws it to the ground causing an explosion of darkness that cloaks everything within a ten-meter radius. However, the cloud can easily be blown away by the wind. The cloud itself can hurt the target, but only just a little. Moreover, if the target is light related, or holy, it will have no effect. Aleena usually uses this attack to escape form dire situations.

Lunar Flare
Light reflected from the sun builds energy and causes a narrow beam of light to descend from the sky. When the attack hits a solid object, it creates a small explosion. This attack can only be used at night, but not at the new moon. Furthermore, the attack has a large chance of missing the target.

Transportation: A limited addition remake of the 1958 Plymouth Fury coloured in Ivory White with green trimming. It has been customized to be a convertible and to have a super-clean burning engine using a liquid called Hydrochloricribinucleonicplutoniumuraniumbromide, or HPUB for short

Appearance:

Thank you sdafun taking your time to draw my character. Your effort, and the effort of the others, is truly appreciated.

Alternate Picture. (Drawn by I)ragon11 with his character, J, poking Aleena. =P)

Personality: Ever since she was a little girl, Aleena has faced discrimination for being a half-demon. Naturally, because of this she has developed a deep hatred for humans. However, if a human proves himself or herself trustworthy, she will begin to act nicely towards them. She also isn’t found of pureblooded demons because they make some demons and half-demons look like monsters in human eyes. Aleena is in no way shy and will tell someone what she thinks of them down to the exact words. Because of this, she has a habit of getting herself into trouble. Aleena also hates the concept of taking life from a living, intelligent creature, and will try her best in battle to incapacitate her opponent, rather then destroy them.

Interests/Hobbies: Aleena’s main interest would have to be history. She cannot seem to get enough of ancient legends, myths, artifacts and places. Another hobby of hers, which her mother thinks is “Un-ladylike”, is the operation of machines. Aleena is fascinated at how they work, and often takes them apart for the soul purpose of figuring out how it works. Finally, Aleena has a love for music. In fact, she loves music so much that she plays two instruments: The A/E (Acoustic/Electric) Guitar, and the Trumpet. Not to mention the fact that she even writes her own music.

Family and Friends: Jack Grant Moteiran was once a great explorer and treasure hunter, however, he gave it all up when he me the love of his life, Heather Grace Selain when she saved him from a roaring forest fire. Shortly after, the two began to take each other out to different occasions. Eventually, five years after they met, Heather revealed the fact that she was a Lunar Demon. Jack, however, did not care a single bit and their love continued to flourish. They are now the proud parents of three children: Kyle, Aleena and Sarah.

Kyle is the oldest of the three being two years older than Aleena. He can be a bit bossy to his younger sisters, but he is generally kind and caring towards them. Like his father, he wishes to be an explorer later in life. Some of his hobbies include, annoying Aleena with his advanced Demonic Powers, and racing.

Aleena is the oldest daughter and the middle child in terms of age.

Sarah is the youngest of the three, being 4 years younger than Aleena, and strives to be just as great as her older brother and sister. She looks up to Aleena and her mother with the same respect she would give to an elder. Sarah hope to be a world-famous singer one day, but would settle for being the CEO of an International Corporation.

Aleena has two friends, Nancy Jane Enbridge (Vinci) and Josephine Eileen Brooksvale. (Joe) Nancy is a gifted artist and also quite smart and inventive. She was nickname, “Vinci” after Leonardo Davinci because of those reasons. Josephine is a great athlete and is defiantly a Tomboy. For those reasons, she was nicknamed “Joe.” Thee three girls call their tight circle “The fellowship” because they are all considered outcasts form “mainstream” society and look to each other for support.

Biography: Aleena was born, and lived the first year of her life in Madorian City, the Capital of Mistalin. However, her parents had decided that the big city was not the place for their children to grow up. So, the packed their bags and moved to a small village name Rockhaven in the Prairie province of Setarin. When the family first arrived the local where not impress with the idea of having a family of like the Moteirans living amongst themselves. In fact, they even tried to get rid of them.
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“Order! Order!” cried the mayor of Rockhaven as the entire town was shouting over themselves, trying to display their distaste for the intruders. “We are all upset because of that cursed family, but we all have to keep Order!” shouted the mayor over the two hundred odd people. The town hall was completely packed for the first time since the town was founded thirty years ago.

“That family moved next door to us!” cried a disgruntled man in the back. “They scare me and the wife senseless. We cannot even leave the house! The only reason we made it to the meeting was that they had gone out for dinner! Probably to go hunt down some cattle!” said the man ferociously.

Then, an elderly woman stood up. “We have to get rid of those Satan-loving devils now! Who knows what they will do to us.” The mob murmured in agreement as the woman re claimed her seat.

“Alright,” said the mayor. “It is painfully obvious that you want the Moteirans out. Therefore, it is my pleasure to say that I hereby exile them from the Village of Rockhaven for all eternity.” The crowd cheered as the mayor rose his gavel, ready to make the sentence official.

However, at that very moment, the Moteiran family walked into the room followed their lawyer. “Hold it right there,” said the lawyer, opening his briefcase and withdrawing a piece of paper. “By order of his Lordship, Lord Nira, the Moteiran family has been granted permission to stay in the town of Rockhaven for as long as they please.” He then handed the piece of paper to the mayor who slowly lowered the gavel onto the bench.

“Very well,” said the mayor. “The Moteirans are hereby allowed to live in Rockhaven for as log as they wish, and are not allowed to be discriminated against at all.” The defeated mayor banged his gavel on the bench, making the verdict official, to the great displeasure of the townspeople.
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Over the years, the people of Rockhaven began to accept the Moteirans, finally seeing them as an ordinary family, albeit with little quirks. When Sarah Moteiran was born, the people of the town sent flowers and gifts to them, showing them that they were finally accepted into their large “family” as they put it.

When Aleena finally made it to the second grade, she was beginning to realize just how rude some kids could be. Some would stare, point, or even mutter “Half demon,” as she passed. The more violent children would even punch or kick her, or even worse, exclude her from games. She found herself hating humans increasingly each day. However, one day during lunch, something would happen that would change her perspective forever.
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It was lunchtime on a clear April day. Most of Aleena’s classmates where busy playing a game of softball, but like always, she was not allowed to play. Stinking humans, she thought acidly as she watched them have a good time. She was sitting with her back to the wall of the school’s auditorium eating her lunch when a human girl about her age sat beside her. The girl was skinny and pale from lack of sunlight her eyes still adjusting to the brightness of the sun from behind her glasses. She opened her lunch bag and began to pick at her food. The girl looked like she was forced to be outside judging by the look on her face. At first, the two did not say a single word to each other.

After a few minutes of silence, the human spoke to Aleena. “So, what are you doing here?” said the girl sheepishly. “Why aren’t you playing with the others?”

“They hate me,” said Aleena simply.

“Why?” replied the girl.

“I don’t know. Maybe it is because I am half-demon,” said the white haired girl

“Really? You are a half-demon? That’s so cool!” said the girl in delight.

“You really think so?” inquired Aleena.

“Yep, you’re so lucky! I wish I was one,”

“No, you really don’t want to,” said Aleena darkly.

“Why?” asked the girl.

“Because half-demons are treated like dirt. Besides, it is better to be who you are then wish to be something else.”

“Oh. Well, we could at least be friends. My name is Nancy,” said the girl cheerfully. There was a brief period of silence as Aleena tried to figure out why a human wanted to be her friend.

“My name is Aleena,” said the half-demon finally deciding to try trusting the human.

The two talked all through lunch discussing all manner of subjects such as their teacher’s weird mustache. Before the end of lunch, Nancy said she was going to get another friend of hers who was currently playing softball. Aleena sat there looking around at various objects, hoping that time would hold out. To her relief, Nancy came running back with another girl in tow. She looked almost the complete opposite of Nancy, she was not thin or pale, and she was quite muscular for her age and had a nice tan.

“Hi, my name is Josephine. Nancy says you her new friend,” said the other girl.

“Well, I guess I am. My name is Aleena,” just then, the bell rang. As the three rushed to the line to get back in, the three agreed to meet each other at the next recess.
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After that day, the Aleena became fast friends with Nancy and Josephine. Over the years, they began to give each other nicknames for their tight circle that they called “The Fellowship.” Aleena would be christened “Luna” because of her Lunar Demon background. Nancy would be christened “Vinci” because of her intelligence, skill at art, and for her inventive nature. Finally, Josephine would be christened “Joe” because of her prowess at sports and because she was a “tomboy” as the other girls called her.

So, the three friends passed the grueling insult called Elementary school, and moved onto Middle school. They faced the inevitable pangs of puberty and changed from girls to young women. The “disgusting”, “filthy”, and “stupid” boys did not seem as bad as they where in the early years, they reached a whole new level of immaturity in the eyes of the girls. However, for Aleena the time was fast approaching where she would no longer be considered a child in the eyes of Lunar Demons. The adulthood ceremony was fast approaching.
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The night has come, thought Luna as she changed into the ceremonial robes. After tonight, I will lose my childhood and become a woman. Why can’t they just do it gradually instead of all at once? I don’t want to grow up so fast. She hurriedly put on the rest of the garb and exited the room. The dark, cold stone temple echoed as Luna made her way down the hall towards the chamber where the ceremony would happen.

After nearly tripping down a flight of stairs, she made it to the door. In front of her were four others waiting for the ceremony to begin all of them looking as nervous as her. The door opened as one of the elders called the first person in line to come into the room. The wait was nerve-racking as one person left after another until Aleena was the only one still standing in the cold barren hall. The stone doors slowly opened a crack accompanied by a voice saying, “Enter.”

Luna walked into the large cathedral-like room. On the other side of the room sat the elders of the Lunar Demon culture dressed in ornate clothes to signal their dominance. In the center of the room was a large circular pool of water underneath a hole in the roof that allowed the moonlight to spill in as the primary light source. Before she had time to take in the historical splendor of the room, the elder in the middle of the long stone bench rose.

“Aleena Heather Moteiran, the time has come for you to shake off the restrictions of childhood to be recognized as an adult in the eyes of the elders and the goddess Aska. Now, step onto the pool of water where you shall be judged to see weather you are ready to be an adult.”

Aleena then cautiously went down the gentle slope of the room until she came to the edge of the water. She concentrated on being as light as she could and successfully walked on the surface of the water to the center of the pool. For a few minutes she stood there, nothing was happening. Aleena began to fear that the elder would tell her to step off and be humiliated because the goddess would not acknowledge her as an adult.

Suddenly, the room began to turn into a white haze, the sound of the room fading into a slight buzzing. It was like her body and soul had become disconnected, wandering in a thick fog. What happened, am I dead? She thought.

No, thou hath not passed on, said a female voice. Thou hath only had thine conscious removed from thine body so I could evaluate thee.

So you are Aska? Though Luna.

Yeah, for I am, said Aska. My evaluation is complete. Thou art worthy of being an adult. When you return to thine body, I shall give you my gift unto thee.

Without another word, the white mist dissipated to return the chamber to Aleena’s eyes. There was a sudden weight on her left side, a sword had appeared in a golden light, scabbard and all, and had attached itself to its new master. The elder got up again and addressed the people in the room, “Well, that concludes the ceremony for this year. Now, while they get changed I invite the families to retire to the party camber to indulge in food and drink.”
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The years began to pass by quickly as Luna learned how to master her blade, but it was a rough road full of cuts, bruises, and tears. Eventually, it paid off when she learned the Moonlight Cannon technique and Shockwave Blade. When Aleena and her friends entered the horrors of High School, they began to get ready for their life journeys, an ancient and sacred tradition as a passage into adulthood. Aleena was not happy with the concept of having to go through two adulthood rituals, but submitted when her parents told her is was an opportunity to travel the world for free.

Then, at the end of the twelfth grade, Aleena departed for her life Journey. Her friends Vinci and Joe had already left leaving here at home. Nevertheless, she knew she would see them again … one day. So, as she journeyed the land she found herself in a bit of a problem. Walking had become so tiring, and her foot sported many blisters. So many in fact, that she had to spend a few weeks at a home friendly to those on their life journeys to heal.
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Luna hobbled up the driveway of the house, the pain from her feet surpassing her caution. The sign on the front lawn read, “Open to those on their Life Journeys.” However, she had her doubts. Even if the worst case scenario was true, she could easily escape anyway. Aleena pressed the doorbell on the side of the house and met a friendly looking elderly woman when the door opened. The woman surveyed the half-demon from top to bottom, then after an uneasy silence she said, “Let me guess. Life Journey?” Luna nodded politely. “Well, come on in, have a seat,” said the elderly woman. The young woman gratefully took a seat on the comfortable sofa. “Here, let me take your shoes. Oh my! No wonder you were so eager to get a seat!” said the woman. “Harold! Go get the cream!” she shouted to the man in the kitchen.

The next day Luna could finally walk around without too much pain, but she still chose to keep of her feet as not to test luck. At dinner that night she volunteered to go to the garage to fetch some soda, after all it was the polite thing to do after all the help she had been given. As she bent down to get the pop; Aleena noticed a large object covered in a tan cloth. She walked toward it and pulled it off to reveal an old, rusted up car.

The car looked like it had not been used in decades; many intricate webs laced the figure of the car. Its paint was faded from what must have been a brilliant shade of red, into a soft brown. “That damn car doesn’t work anymore,” said the old man who noticed Luna’s fascination with the automobile. “Iv tried ever single thing but it just won’t work. The only reason it is still here is because it is a collectors item.”

“Well … maybe I could try fixing it?” asked Aleena sheepishly.

“Ha! A woman fix my car? Fine go ahead. In fact, if you manage to fix it I will give it to you,” said the old man smugly.

Aleena worked for days to repair the old car, mostly to spite the old man who she had dubbed, “That sexist bastard,” but also because she needed a car if she was going to continue on the journey. Five days after the challenge had been issued, Luna emerged from the garage during breakfast, grease all over the overalls the mans wife had lent her. “Well, I’m done. What, may I ask, is for breakfast?”

“What!? You fixed it? Ha! You probably just painted it pink or something.” Said the old man acidly as he got up from the table.

“Harold!” shouted his wife. “You know the rules, once you start breakfast you can’t leave till your done.” The man grudgingly sat back at the table, and did not utter a single word until Luna had finished her breakfast. She then led them into the garage to unveil the car.

“Lady and Gentleman,” said Luna. “I give you your new, old car!” She then pulled on the cloth and reveled the car to the astonishment of the couple. The once faded red Plymouth Fury was a brilliant white with emerald green trim outlining some of the features. Aleena then reached into the car and turned the ignition. The ancient car came to life again; sounding like a roaring lion as the pistons began move and the spark ignited the fuel.

“Well,” said the old man, defeated. “I guess you are much better with cars then I will ever be. As promised, the car is yours. Just do me one thing?”

“What would that be?” inquired Aleena.

“Take care of her as you would a child,” replied the man with a tear in his eye.

“Don’t worry. I will.”
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The following morning Luna pulled the car out of the driveway. The morning sun shining on the dashboard as she drove away from the house. The roof of the car was gone though, as Aleena had made a few alterations to the car that she never told the old couple about. Now, Aleena continues he life journey, wandering aimlessly, not knowing what she wants to do, or where to go.
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Battles and RPs
Underground Twilight (Training) - Canceled
Half-Bred Delicacies - Dropped
Seas of Dissolution - Complete!
Complicated Industries - Complete!
Vengeful Intent - In progress
Time Stands Still At Midnight. - In Progress
Hearts of Ice - In Progress
Journey to the Centre of the Dome (Graduation) - Complete!

Name: Vaskalen
Age: Unknown
Race: Longsword
Sex: Neither, but has Female and Male “voices”
Weight: Approximately 20lbs
Length: 1meter (Blade) 1meter, 30 centimeters total.
Weapon: Itself

Armor: Vaskalen is made from a very powerful metal called Chrome Dextroice. Most other metals cannot even dent this verity of ore. Unfortunately, Chrome Dextroice is an incredibly common metal, however, the strength of the metal is dependent on its purity. For example, a 99% Pure blade of Chrome Dextroice is much weaker then 100% pure Chrome Dextroice

Strengths: The Hellfire Sword has the almost unique ability to communicate to anyone it desires, not just its master. Moreover, the blade possesses a very strong will, so strong in fact that it can convince a wide range of people to do acts of unimaginable horror. The swords greatest strength is that its spirit cannot be destroyed unless the blade itself is destroyed. In this sense, Vaskalen is considered as close to immortal as anything can get. Finally, because it is the Hellfire sword, Vaskalen is immune to fire, dark and non-elemental demonic attacks.

Weakness: Being a sword, Vaskalen is unable to move on it’s own free will. This means that if the person the sword is controlling/taken over is killed, it will be left helpless. Another weakness the blade possesses is that it requires fuel (In this case, blood) to use its special attacks. The more powerful the attack/skill, the more blood that is required to use it. Another weakness Vaskalen curses is the fact that Holy or Light oriented beings and attacks can severely weaken the blade overall. Finally, because the sword is trapped in the mortal realm, it has a power limit of 10% of its true power.

Skills/Magic:
Bloodwave Blade: A slightly more macabre version of the Shockwave Blade attack. As the sword swings it summons a small amount of blood to its tip. When the swing stops, the blood is propelled forward at an immense speed. The laser-like attack and slice through pretty much anything less then a Diamond in strength. However, holy items, no matter how weak, cannot be destroyed immediatly by this attack. In addition, any material harder then a Diamond must be hit multiple times in order to be broken through.

Dragon Teeth: The only special attack Vaskalen knows that does not use any blood. The user simply tightens their grip on the pommel, causing many sharp tooth-like appendages to come out of the blade on one side. The Dragon teeth are useful for tearing up flesh and bone, as well as adding extra strength to the blade itself.

Soluside: This attack is not directed at an enemy, rather the user of the sword itself. Once the user has killed 100 human beings, Vaskalen is then able to devour the soul of the user, adding to its own strength. Once it has done this, the Demon Blade is then able to put it’s own spirit into the body of the victim and still be able to use all of its special attacks. In order for Vaskalen to return to its true strength in the mortal realm, it must devour 1,000 souls. Furthermore, for every 100 the sword regains one of its old powers.

Hellfire: The attack that is also the swords namesake. The fires of hell surround the blade making every cut that is dealt feel 10 to 100 times worse then it is. However, the attack only lasts 10 seconds, so the sword has to get in some hits quickly in order for it to be on any use.

Hell Pyre: The sword is implanted in the ground while the Hellfire attack is in use, causing a large fireball to engulf an area comparable to that of a small city park. This attack would be near deadly to any plant-like creatures.

Diabolic Blast: The most powerful technique that the Vaskalen remembers from the pre-mortal life. The attack uses a whopping two thirds of its maximum blood capacity. The wielder lifts the blade above their head and does a demonic chant. This causes all the negative energy within the blood to manifest itself as a glowing red ball of demonic energy to form on the tip of the sword. Once charged, the wielder swings the sword downward, causing the ball to bound forward in that direction until it hits an object.

The resulting explosion is worth nearly a thousand pounds of TNT when it hits. Naturally, Light elemental or holy creatures are immune to this attack, but nothing else unless it can create a magical shield of some kind.

Hellfire Blast: Hellfire forms on the blade, slowly moving towards the tip of the sword. As the energy grows, a small ball of fire begins to form, showing the attack is charging. When Hellfire Blast is released, it shoots with the force of an artillery cannon, moving with great speed towards the target. On contact, the ball of energy explodes, causing the target to feel Hellfire’s effect as well. At full power, this attack can shatter most barriers; however, at this point in time it cannot destroy magical barriers of any strength.

Appearance:


Drawn by myself. ^_^

Alternate Picture by Quark. =P

Description:
Vaskalen has a hole near the base of its blade form an attack on it a long time ago. The hole is almost perfectly circular and there are small cracks surrounding it. The guard of the sword had four claws that extend down and coincidentally, are close to the hole in the blade. The grip has several green bands that look like snakes going around it. Finally, the pommel is a simple point at the end of the grip. Vaskalen’s scabbard is a sky blue colour with golden trim. This is because God turned the scabbard holy in an attempt to stop the sword from freeing itself.

Personality: Vaskalen, being a sword made for Satan, shares many of the same traits as his former master. One of the biggest being that it is malevolent to any creature living or dead. When the blade was forced into exile in the mortal universe, it developed a deep-seated hatred for its former master. Moreover, during its exile Vaskalen grew sadistic as revenge fantasies ran through its imagination. When it was finally released, the Demon Blade became dead set in its goal: To create a Hell on Earth in which it stood as King, to topple both Heaven and its master’s Hell. Because of this goal, the Sword of Hellfire became selfish in addition to being malevolent and sadistic.

Biography:
Three years had passed since the Great Uprising, an event that had brought much suffering to the ones who followed the angel know as Lucifer. However, the resolve of these fallen angels had never been stronger since their master unveiled a plan to invade the place they once called home. Since that day, deep in the bowels of Hell, the craftsman had been hard at work preparing all the equipment. The crown jewel of which, would be the sword created for their master.

*****

The small, green lizard-like demon rushed past the hordes of other fallen angels clutching a long wooden box. Long had he worked on this, his finest blade. All that hard work was about to pay off, as he was sure he would please his master with his creation. The long trek to the Dark Palace was nearly over, the lizard demon finally making it to the top of the brimstone hill. From the top of the hill, the small demon could see the Palace in its entirety. In the middle of a lake of fire, the Fortress made even the demon shiver slightly in fear. What if his master hated the sword? Would he kill the lizard? Or worse, banish him to the sulfur pits?

The wind began to pick up, casting ash down his throat. He quickened his pace to make up for time he had lost earlier in the journey. At the foot of the Castle sat a small village, home to some of the most vile and deadly demons in all of Hell. However, at the city entrance two monstrous bull-like demons waited for him, they then escorted him, and his valuable cargo, through the slum of a city, unscathed.

The creature made its way through the enormous castle, taking in all of the scenery along the way. After nearly twenty minutes of traversing through the maze-like halls, the demon finally came to the last set of stairs. He licked his scaly lips in anticipation as he ascended the red stone stairs to the Grand Throne Room, stopping at its huge black doors to take in the horrifying beauty of it. On either side stood a massive red dragon, guarding the doors to the King of the Underworld.

The over-grown lizard gave the two dragons a shallow nod. They then returned the gesture, turned their backs on the demon and knocked on the great doors a total of three times, each making a booming echo that shook the small creature to his very bones. The doors then opened, blood-red light spilling forth as though from a wound. The lizard-demon sheepishly walked beyond the threshold, clutching the package in its claws.

On top of the massive, demonic throne in the room sat the King of the Underworld. He was a beast of unimaginable horror and malevolence, able to kill any demon or evil dragon at the drop of a stalactite. As the miniscule lizard approached the leviathan, it could fell the sheer power his master possessed course throughout his bones, like a chilling winter’s wind.

“Right on time,” spoke the King of the Hell. His very voice possessed incredible power, strong enough to match that of the one who had caused both the lizard and his master to live in these unsavory conditions. There were also several other frightening beasts in the room, probably planning for the impending war. “Now show me the blade which is to be mine, and which will assist us in the war to come.”

“Yes, Milord,” voiced the demon with an obvious tint of fear. He placed the box on the red-gem incrusted table in front of the massive throne and opened the box. Inside lay a sword of such strength that it seemed to glow a colour that matched the King’s skin perfectly.

The Demon Lord took hold of the sword and gave it a few test swings. Satisfied, he lowered the tip slightly and smirked saying; “Good work. Just the kind of quality I expected from you, Gratech.” The small lizard demon known as Gratech grinned from ear to scaly ear upon hearing how happy his master was with the blade he had worked for so long to make.

“Um, Sir. You said you would give me a reward if I made a sword you liked, sir,” whispered the demon.

“That I did,” replied the Devil. “Your reward for creating such a powerful blade is this: You will be its first victim.” The Master of shadows then thrust the sword into what would have been the demons heart, the expression of shock still etched on his face. He died in instantly. After a few seconds, the limp body began to glow, then slowly dissolved into the sword.

The red gem in the center of the guard began to shine blood red, causing several intricate lines to appear on the entire guard of the sword. The King of the Underworld, knowing what had just transpired, spoke to the sword, as though it could hear, “My blade of Hellfire, what name do you chose for yourself?”

To the astonishment of everyone in the room, a voice comparable to that of the Devil came as if from nowhere. “Let my name strike terror in the hearts of both men and angel, for from this day forth I shall be known as … Vaskalen.”

*****

Several months later, all of Hell knew of the creation of Vaskalen: The Hellfire Sword. With this new, terrible blade in their possession, the armies of Hell felt confident that they would win in the battle to come with those who exiled them. During this time, the sword had learnt the extent of its powers; however, it unexpectedly began to develop a mind of its own. Hoping to stop it from choosing the “wrong” path, the King of the Underworld influenced it as if it had so many others, although it was not needed.

Soon came the day the armies of Hell would invade the realm they had been rejected from, Heaven.

*****

“My fellow outcasts,” addressed the Devil to his vast army. “Had it not been for the angels that alerted God of our revolutionary ideas, we would be the ones enjoying paradise, and not those inferior beings that put us down here! Our trials have only made us stronger, and today we shall take our rightful place as the rulers of the mortal and spiritual world, using our hardships as our drive for victory!” To that, all two billion demons in the army erupted in a defining roar of approval. “Now,” continued Satan, “On to the gates of Heaven!”

Suddenly, a massive gate made from bones appeared to the multitude of demons, opening to the gates of Heaven. The massive army began to march through this massive gate, eager to take the guards by surprise and capture the Golden Throne Room, the place where the almighty himself governed all of existence.

“You suck at making speeches,” voiced Vaskalen to his wielder.

“At least I am a better public speaker then you, Vaskalen,” replied the devil.

The Sword of Hellfire did not say another word, for it knew its master was correct.

*****

The first real war in Heaven raged for days afterwards. The forces of Hell were unable to penetrate the inner walls that separated them from their goal. Satan and his generals, along with Vaskalen, met to formulate a plan to breach the innermost wall. Together they came up with a plan so perfect, in their opinion, that they felt they could not fail. However, they would never anticipate that God had planned for this by having a sword of his own made.

After a successful breach of the wall, the Devil and his army came face to face with their polar opposites. It was also then that Vaskalen learned the name of its rival sword, Himotarien. Throughout the battle, the two swords and their masters battled furiously for control over the universe. However, just as the battle seemed to favor that of evil, an angel shot a holy arrow at the King of Hell. Fortunately, the arrow missed. Unfortunately, however, it hit Vaskalen near the base of its blade.

The holy arrow created a big, nearly perfectly circular hole in Vaskalen. Suddenly, the sword found itself weakened exponentially; the red gem in the center of its guard ceased glowing. Consequently, the intricate red lines also vanished. Furthermore, the Hellfire Sword could no longer use any of its most powerful moves.

Predictably, because of the loss of his weapons power, the armies of Hell were vanquished and sent back to their realm. However, to prevent this from happening again, God met with Satan one last time to go over the details of the defeat. Vaskalen would never forget this moment.

*****

The two forces sat on either side of a long, marble table. The damaged Vaskalen and its opposite Himotarien, lay side by side closer to the others master then their own. For days the two forces discussed what was to become of their blades, since the defeat meant decommissioning the arms of both sides. However, the stubborn Devil caved in to the demands of God. Both of them would hide the others’ sword in the mortal world so that the rest of the universe, not just earth, would know good from evil.

God stretched his arm across the table and took hold of Vaskalen’s scabbard. The black coloured and ruby encrusted sheath turned sky blue and gold trimmed after the holy one uttered a small chant. He then took Vaskalen by the grip and sheathed it. The Hellfire sword was left speechless. Was this really happening? Was its master really going to let his enemy dispose of it like this?

A stone chest appeared on the table were the blade once lay. Vaskalen tried with all its might to tell his master to stop this, but the words failed to come out. Later, the sword would realize that God suspended its ability to speak until it was secure inside the chest. Nevertheless, that wouldn’t stop the Demon Blade from developing a deep hatred for its former master. Never would it forget looking at his unemotional face as the lid of the chest slammed shut.

*****

Many millennia passed as Vaskalen lay inside the stone chest. It had no Idea where the its stone prison was, but as the years began to blend together it did not matter. Trapped within it’s small confines, the Hellfire sword began to plan its revenge on the one it had once called “Master.” In addition, the sword also formed the ideal that all extremes, most of which were good and evil, must be eliminated in order for the blade to find any peace for itself. Even if it meant destroying countless souls in the process. Furthermore, the sword developed a series of new, less powerful attacks in order to survive in the mortal realm once someone found it. Thankfully, after seven hundred thousand years of being imprisoned, a small satanic cult would uncover it. Then its plan could commence.

*****

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” sounded the voice of the cult leader. “Today the unholy one has blessed our endeavor to purge the world of all the religious scum. For before you in this stone chest lies the sword which all holy men fear, behold my brethren, the sword of the devil himself, Vaskalen!”

The foolish man then opened the great stone chest with relative ease. Apparently, God was convinced no mortal would ever find the chest, or its contents. For the first time in eons the sword saw light, being removed from its prison. The man then lifted the sword into the air, showing off its demonic beauty. However, before another word could be uttered, fate got in Vaskalen’s way. The police stormed the building in which the cult had assembled, arrested all inside, and locked Vaskalen as evidence.

Some months later, the cult members stood trial. The sword, as evidence, was displayed on a long table in front of the Judge’s bench. The Hellfire Blade knew it would need a wielder, but none of the people in the courthouse looked like they could handle a sword very well. All it would need though, is some time.

One of the members of the Jury seemed to have a very weak conscience; just what Vaskalen needed for its first host. He was a slender, weak man, but until the Demon Blade could find someone better he would have to do. After all, he was light which meant he could run fast.

With its target chosen, Vaskalen began a small mental attack on the man. Hello there, said the blade to the man in his mind. The man was startled; it was not every day that one hears voices. He promptly dismissed it as a hallucination and turned his attention back to the trial. You know you want me, continued the sword, this time in a female voice. Just take me and I can give you anything you want. Just name it and I can help you get it.

Anything? Inquired the man.

Anything, responded the blade.

The man stayed still for only a few seconds after that before he bounded from the Jury and rushed toward the sword. He had only just gotten to the table before the bailiffs caught him. However, he had already grabbed hold of the sword. They want to take away your greatness, said Vaskalen. Kill them.

The man drew the Demon sword form its scabbard and stabbed both the bailiffs in the stomach. Other police officers rushed in to see the sight before them. Leave no witnesses. Kill them all! The man complied quite easily with the swords will, and within ten minutes slew everyone in the courthouse, especially the cult members.

*****

Since that day, Vaskalen has gone through 100 wielders, unlocking one of its old per-mortal specials, Diabolic Blast. Today, the Sword of Evil continues to ravage everyplace it visits in an attempt to complete its goal and get its revenge on both God and Satan.

*****
~End History~

OoC: Yeah, I know the History part goes from good to bad, but at least it gets the message across, right?

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Servants:

Name: Galan
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Weight: 130lbs
Height: 5’3”
Hair: Red.
Eyes: Emerald Green
Weapon: Vaskalen: The Hellfire Sword.

Personality: Galan is quite headstrong as well as a little insecure, especially about his height. He does not like to think that anyone is above him in ability, only below despite the fact he, on more then one occasion, was beaten.

Strengths: The young swordsman posses incredible stamina as well as determination. In addition, he is not too shabby with a blade, although he is nowhere close to being a master swordsman. Finally, Galan is a fast learner, and thus can adjust his fighting style to the opponent he is facing.

Weaknesses: Unfortunately, Galan is easily frustrated and regularly becomes enraged about comments concerning his height. Moreover, he has a low tolerance to pain, often Vaskalen has to force him to continue the fight, even against his own will.

Abilities: See Vaskalen’s Abilities.

Appearance: Being a bit of a rebel, Galan wears his ear-length hair as though he never tends to it, because he does not. On his left ear, the swordsman sports a single earring: a small longsword. He never wears any black or leather clothing, preferring to go for a more “worn down” look. This means all of his clothes, from his usual red or green T-shirt, to his jeans, to his running shoes, look as though they have been overused.

Biography: Born and raised in the small town of Halis, Kitoman, Galan never fit in with the other kids his age because of his height. This led him to self-exile, preferring to study the ways of the sword rather then playing with the others. One day when he was 19, Galan was forced to take part in a rite-of-passage ceremony that included teamwork with a fellow village member.

Upon returning, the villages found out that Galan slew the other boy for getting in his way. Galan then decided to leave the village to avoid the penalty, death. However, after a couple year of wandering, the young man found the sword known as Vaskalen. Shortly after, he returned to his village and razed it to the ground, killing everyone and everything that dwelled within.

***

Name: Mioska
Race: Human (Deceased)
Sex: Female
Age: 120
Weight: 137 lbs.
Height: 5’ 6”
Hair: A very dark shade of purple
Eyes: Blood Red
Weapons: Darkness, Vaskalen: The Hellfire Sword.

Personality: At a young age, Mioska was diagnosed with a multiple-personality disorder. That being said, she has five dominant personalities. They are as follows: Innocent/childlike, Sadistic, Lustful, Depressed, and Lazy. All of those names accurately describe each personality to a tee. Therefore, there is no need to go further.

Strengths: Being already dead, Mioska cannot die again. Although she has a physical body, all the wounds she has inflicted on her are automatically healed. Furthermore, when she died she gained complete control over darkness. Both the literal, and the kind that exists in the heart of mankind.

Weaknesses: Despite being what is called a “True Immortal”. Mioska has some rather grave weaknesses; the most predominant of all is that she is clinically insane. This means that she is easily distracted in battle, along with her disorder. This can prove to be both a strength and weakness. The second is that all of her attacks and abilities have little or no effect on holy or light-based people/objects.

Abilities: Almost complete control over Darkness and shadow. The only thing she can’t do with them is make others like herself. In addition, when she uses Vaskalen, she can use the abilities it has.

Appearance: Being the strange woman she is, Mioska will wear her hair anyway she feels like. One day, it will be straight, the next it will be braided, as an example. Sometimes, she will wear a hat or other accessory, depending on her current personality and mood. When it comes to her wardrobe, she is not meticulous: As long as it is black, she does not care a single bit.

Biography: Born to a rich family in the capital of Mistalin, Madorian City, Misoka was privileged to the finer things in life. However, he parents constantly told her that she was a mistake, a consequence of unprotected intercourse. Although they provided for her physical needs, despite her mental disorder, her parents neglected her emotional need to the point where she bit off a classmate’s ear.

For the next dozen years, she studied the forbidden spells in magic, her mother being a retired Dark Mage. Upon discovery, her own mother reported her to the authorities where she received the punishment: Death by firing squad. After dying, the element she coveted gave her the opportunity to join it forever, to get revenge. She accepted and killed everyone that made her life miserable. Finding the Sword of Hellfire only made the final three targets easier to destroy.

***

Name: Zalif
Race: Human
Age: 31
Weight: 145lbs.
Height: 5’8”
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Weapons: Longbow/Adamant Arrows, Vaskalen: The Hellfire Sword.

Personality: When it comes to social interaction, Zalif would rather remain quiet. However, he is very honourable and quite the gentleman. He will refuse to strike a woman, even if his “master” insists that he do so. In battle, he remains just has honourable, giving his opponent a proper burial if they die, or letting them live to fight another day.

Strengths: Zalif is an excellent archer and a very accurate shot with his bow. As stated before, he holds very high standards in both life and battle, which has earned him many allies in his life.

Weaknesses: Unfortunately, Zalif is an unwilling servant to Vaskalen. This means that he is more inclined to lose a battle just so he either can die, or be rid of the Hellfire sword.

Abilities: For a human, he has great skill with a bow and arrow. One time, he managed to hit a fly from a distance of about 100 yards, as an example to his skill. However, he is no swordsman. When using Vaskalen, he often leaves himself open to attacks, a great chance for an experienced swordsman to cut him down.

Appearance: Zalif always likes to keep a formal appearance, wearing clothes such as suits or tuxedos. Other then that, he is clean-shaven, keeps his hair tidy and in order, and has no scars or other aspects that set him apart. This is a great advantage for Vaskalen if he tries to corrupt a corporation into doing his dirty work.

Biography: Unlike Vaskalen’s other two servants, Zalif was raised like any child should be. Although he does not remember his birthplace, he considers his place of origin to be the city his parents moved to. The World Capital: Minoria. All throughout his schooling, Zalif refused to learn about swords, preferring the less-beaten path of archery instead. When he left school, he was considered the best archer on the Western continent.

Because of his prowess, Vaskalen, Galan, and Mioska, decided to hunt him down. Together, Mioska and Vaskalen put a spell on Zalif, binding him to them. Now, Zalif is forced to do the bidding of the Hellfire sword, trapped in the spell until either he dies, or the sword itself is destroyed.

~Battles~
The Nightmare Begins. - Complete!
Skies of Blood. - Complete!
Decent Unto Chaos. - Complete!

~Crossroads~
Road to Redemption - Canceled? (Features its servant, Mioska. Vaskalen is more of an NPC here then anything)

Name: Kazuya Hayashi
Age: 710 (Appears to be around 27)
Race: Arrancar / Shinigami
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Black
Weight: 65kg (140lbs)
Height: 1.7 Meters (5’7)
Division: 12 (Technological Development)
Rank: 3rd seat.
Birthday: April 3rd (Aries)

Race Explanation:

Shinigami: Shinigami are spirits who have sworn to defend all the spirits of the world from the Hollows, a race of evil spirits that seek to destroy both Shinigami and regular spirits. As such, they are trained in several arts such as Kido (Demon arts), hand-to-hand combat, Shunpo (Flash Steps), and Zanjutsu (Swordsmanship). In order to perform their duties, they are given a special type of sword called a Zanpakuto (Soul Slayer). These blades not only destroy Hollows, but help spirits pass on to the next world called, Soul Society. Furthermore, all Zanpakuto have spirits that inhabit the blade, as such they can recover from damage, but there is no hope if it is completely vaporised.

Arrancar: Arrancar are Hollows that have removed their masks and gained Shinigami powers. Few Hollows have the power to remove their mask, and even if they did, the change would not be significant. However, under certain circumstances the transformation (known as Shinigamification) can unlock more power in the former Hollow, thus making them a greater threat. Arrancar also have Zanpakuto, except theirs contains their former Hollow form. Finally, if the Hollow forces the change before they are ready, remnants of their mask, and the hole in their chest will still remain after the transformation.

Weapons:
Ranpuhime (Light Princess): As the name suggests, Ranpuhime’s spirit is that of a princess who can control light itself. It’s sealed form looks like any other Zanpakuto, a simple Katana with some gold on the hilt for decoration. This is the only form of the sword that anyone, apart from a few unlucky Hollows, has seen.

Shikai: When Kazuya says the phrase, “Shine forth, Ranpuhime,” the sword erupts in a burst of light. Blinding anyone in sight, this light then re-shapes the Zanpakuto into a new shape. The hilt becomes broader, like one found on a Viking Longsword, and even more elaborately decorated, with gold covering nearly every inch, save for the gems (Sapphires, Emeralds, Diamonds, etc) embedded in the cross guard, and the grip. However, the most notable change is that the blade turns into light, able to cut any material as though a hot knife through butter. (Items infused with spirit energy cannot be cut as easily)

Bankai: (Named: Hateshiganai Dansu no Ranpuhime (Eternal Dance of the Light Princess)) When he calls the Bankai, the sword glows and dissolves, causing a massive tornado of Spirit Energy as the blade joins the atmosphere. In this, the final release, Ranpuhime turns completely into light. This means the stronger the present light, the stronger the attacks themselves. However, in complete darkness, it is clearly visible and at it’s weakest, although nothing can be done to destroy it in this state.

Furthermore, Kazuya’s traditional Shinigami garb changes from both a black Kimono and Hakama to a white and red one respectively. To control it, all Kazuya has to do is think about where, or what he wants the light to do. Using his hands to direct the movement of the light increases its power by a little more then only using his mind. Finally, Kazuya has yet to learn any special techniques for his Bankai.

Ninjiri: This is Kazuya’s Arrancar Zanpakuto. Always hidden as Ranpuhime’s scabbard, he never uses it, save for when Ranpuhime is broken, or otherwise incapacitated. Initially, it looks exactly the same as the other sword, except the blade is pitch black and has purple decorations along the hilt. When the command, “Shroud, Ninjiri,” is given, it transforms Kazuya back into his previous Hollow form, albeit a little smaller.

When transformed, Ninjiri has one arm that can turn into a massive hammer, capable of creating magnitude 2.0 earthquakes with each strike. Ninjiri himself looks a lot like a bull, with horns that are the trademark of all Vasto lorde, which is the strongest class of Hollow.

Modified Walther P99: On his last mission to the real world, Kazuya happened across this pistol when he encountered a young, recently deceased member of the Japanese Mafia. After killing an attacking Hollow and performing the konso (Spirit burial), he picked up the gun and took it. Later, he modified the gun to charge any bullet that is put in the magazine with spirit energy. This means the gun can hurt both humans and Hollows at the same time.

Other equipment:

Communicator (Cell phone): A vital tool for Shinigami in the real world, these devices serve several purposes. The first, and foremost use of this device is to lock on the locations of both Hollows and regular spirits. In addition, the communicator can be used to contact Soul Society, the place where people go when they die. Moreover, the phone also stores the number of Hollow “kills” which can then be used as currency in the few shops in the real world that cater to Shinigami. Finally, the communicator can be used as a regular cell phone, including options such as personalised ring tones and music storage.

Gigai: Simply put, a Gigai is an artificial body designed to allow the Shinigami to interact with the human world. Also, they are used to help a Shinigami recover, should they lose most or all of their spirit energy. These are absolutely essential for long missions in the human world.

Gikongan (Artificial Souls): When a Shinigami needs to leave their Gigai they simply ingest a pill that separates them. However, in order to ensure the Gigai is not damaged, an artificial soul occupies it until the Shinigami returns. Each Gikongan has a pre-set personality, ranging from outgoing to shy, and nice to mean. Kazuya’s is more to the shy side, seeing as how it won’t get into trouble that way.

Kikanshinki (Memory Replacement): This device is used whenever a human witness’s a Shinigami battle a Hollow, or affect their surroundings in a significant manner. (Say if half their house was destroyed) When the device is activated a bird’s head appears out of the top and produces a puff of smoke. This erases the human’s memory of the affair, and replaces it with a new, random one. This new memory is dependent on what said human is capable of believing.

Ring of Revelation: A personal invention of Kazuya’s, the Ring of Revelation allows even ordinary humans the temporary ability to see and interact with Hollows or Shinigami when it emits a burst of light as soon as they (The Shinigami) puts it on, or leaves their Gigai. Radical when first invented, many of his peers now carry this diamond ring on them at all times. This was due in part to the massive increase in magical beings in the human world, thus the Shinigami would need to be able to defend themselves should they come into contact with a hostile, magical being.

Strengths: Kazuya’s greatest strength is his prowess at Shunpo. Able to move with lightning speed, he easily evades most attacks thrown at him. In fact, he’s so skilled he even has an enhanced version that allows him to move at light speed, but only when his Zanpakuto is released. Another strength he has is that Kazuya has the ability to design and build some interesting devices, and even modify human-made items so they can combat Hollows. Finally, Kazuya is determined to stop and purify as many Hollows as he can while still maintain the balance of the world, so he has a strong will to keep living as a result.

Weakness: Despite his great speed and strength, Kazuya has a few grave weaknesses. The first, and most notable is that he can be rather clumsy at the most inappropriate of times. This often leads to injury or disciplinary action if the situation warrants it. Secondly, he has a sensitive sense of smell. Although this may sound like a strength (which it kind of is) many intoxicating smells such a vinegar or paint fumes can render him unable to battle unless he plugs his nose. Thirdly, he is abysmal at hand-to-hand combat, something his opponent could exploit should he lose all his weaponry. Finally, when in a Gigai his abilities are extremely limited. Therefore, if someone were to perform a sneak attack on him while in it, he would only have a near-human level of speed and weak Kido attacks.

Skills/Magic
~ Independent ~
Light step (Ranpu Sochi): This is s special ability given to him by his Zanpakuto. As the name suggests, this skill lets him move at the speed of light. However, because is drains so much spirit energy he can only do so for a total of 5 seconds every day. Therefore, he does not use this skill often. Yet when he does use it, he can easily score enough blows in a single second to kill 100 Hollows at a time.

Cero / Gran Rey Cero: A highly concentrated blast of energy is formed at the tip of one of Kazuya’s fingers. When released, the red beam of energy is capable of damaging an area half the size of a city block. This is one of the few Arrancar techniques he uses frequently, if not, at all. He is also capable of using the Gran Rey Cero, a purple, and much, much more powerful version of the regular Cero. The GRC is capable of destroying an area about the size of three city blocks, but requires a lot of energy to use.

~ Ranpuhime ~

Rainbow Whip (Niji Kei): Multitudes of colours extend from the tip of the sword, moving a lot like a snake. Like the blade itself, Rainbow Whip and cut through almost anything. However, it can also be used to lasso objects or people and bring them close to Kazuya so he can deliver a close-range attack. The move, however, is slow and easily dodged by people trained in Shunpo.

Solar Blast (Taiyou Bakufuu): Ranpuhime absorbs sunlight in order to power this attack, so it cannot be used at night, or indoors. However, when it can be used it delivers enough power after a full charge to equal the first atom bomb in strength. Unfortunately, he just learned this move so it requires nearly 60 seconds to charge fully and at least 5 seconds to be used at all.

Photon Wave (Koushi Nami): A powerful wave of light is produced and Ranpuhime is swung. On contact with a solid object, the wave can either cut or explode on contact, the latter dealing more damage. However, a mirror, or any other reflective surface, can render the former method of damage of this attack useless. Unlike any of the other attacks, Photon Wave can be use when Ranpuhime is in its sealed state.

~ Ninjiri ~

Earthquake (Jishin): Whenever Ninjiri swings his hammer and hits the ground, it causes an earthquake. However, the attack earthquake is cause by repeated beating of the ground by said hammer. After enough hits, a magnitude 9 earthquake can easily be produced. Yet, due to damage of the surrounding area, Ninjiri rarely needs to produce that magnitude of an earthquake. Due to the size of said hammer, all attacks made by it are slow, thus easily dodged. With this in mind, it requires a lot of hits to accumulate magnitude.

Dream of the Damned (Yume no Bachiatari): All it takes for this attack to be used is for Ninjiri to simply touch the bare flesh of its victim after being called out. What this attack does is send it’s victim into a deep sleep, forcing them to relive their worst memories, or their worst fears. If the attack is used enough times, or for a prolonged period of time on the same person, it can induce madness. Using this skill is very taxing, and requires all his concentration, leaving him open to be attacked, so Ninjiri only uses it in a one-on-one battle. Also, he needs to maintain contact at all times in order for the attack to continue.

~ Kido ~
(Binding) (Bakudō)
#1: Restrain (Sai): This uses Spirit energy to lock the target’s arms behind their back

#4: Crawling Rope (Hainawa): A rope of energy entangles the target’s arms.

#9: Hit (Geki): Completely paralyses the target after engulfing them in red light. Incantation required: “Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!” (“Jikai seyo, rondanini no kuro inu! Ichidoku shi, yaki harai. Mizukara nodo o kaki kiru ga ii!!”)

(Destructive) (Hadō)
#4: White Lightning (Byakurai): This attack fires a concentrated bolt of lightning from the caster’s forefingers. It’s hard to avoid due to the speed, but not very damaging.

#31: Shot of Red Fire (Shakkahō): This fires a ball of red energy at the target. It can be quite damaging, should the target sustain a direct hit. Incantation required: “Ye Lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Inferno and pandemonium, The sea barrier surges, March on to the south!” (“Kunrinsha yo! Chiniku no kamen, banshō, habataki, HITO no na o kansu mono yo! Shounetsu to sōran, umihedate sakamaki minami e to ho o susume yo!”)

#33: Blue Fire, Crash Down (Sōkatsui): This fires a blue burst of spirit energy toward the target. Although similar to #31, this attack hits a wider area, and with more power. Incantation required: “Ye Lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, Upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!” (“Kunrinsha yo! Chiniku no kamen, banshō, habataki, HITO no na o kansu! Shinri to sessei, tsumi shirame yume no kabe ni wazuka ni tsume o tate yo!”)

#90: Black Coffin (Kurohitsugi): Forms a box of black energy around a target, which is then pierced by dozens of energy "spears", lacerating the one inside from head to toe. Its appearance and function is reminiscent of a common magician's trick. Kazuya does not know the incantation, so it will not deliver as much power as it would have if he recited the spell. Despite the fact that it surrounds the target, it can be dodged if the opponent is fast enough. Although, he has to be very close to said target in order for it to work. Kazuya only uses this move as a finisher.

*Note that every single Kido art can be broken, dodged, interrupted (For ones that need an incantation) or reflected. All it depends on is the strength, speed, and / or cunning of the opponent. Furthermore, the actual power of a Kido attack is dependent on the power of the caster, meaning if a powerful Shinigami uses a lower-level Kido, it will have as much force as a higher-level Kido. Finally, the incantation is not absolutely required to use a Kido. However, not saying the incantation can drastically decrease the power, also dependent on the caster’s power.

Appearance:
Kazuya, whilst in Shinigami form, wears the standard uniform of all Shinigami. The uniform itself comprises of many different traditional Japanese clothes, overall, the entire uniform is called a shihakushō. (Garment of dead souls) The shihakusho is comprised of a white kosode (worn under everything else), a black kimono and hakama, and is finished off by a white obi sash. Officers are allowed to customise their uniform if they so wish. Kazuya customises his by adding an intricate design of silver thread embroidered into the cuffs of the sleeves.

When in his gigai, Kazuya has a more contemporary appearance to blend in with modern society. Normally, he wears a pair of blue jeans, a verity of t-shirts, and running shoes with black and white materiel, with some red highlights. However, whenever he wants to pass himself off as a professional, Kazuya wears a black business suit, complete with thin, white, vertical stripes and dress shoes.

Overall, Kazuya was a deceptive appearance. His body looks a little scrawny, so most people think that he can’t really defend himself in a fight, which is true if it’s hand-to-hand. When it comes to his hair, Kazuya does little to take care of it; save for normal hygiene (washing) or to cut it if it gets too long. Another striking feature is the warmth that can been seen in his black eyes, despite everything he’s been through.


Picture drawn by the super southern belle. Thank you one more time!

Alternate Picture. (Drawn by I)ragon11. Kazuya is the guy running with the snowball. XP)

Personality: Kazuya is a pretty quiet person, usually preferring to stay locked away in his lab conducting experiments. However, on the odd occasion you will find him at a party, although he would be far from the life of it. The main reason he is quiet is because he doesn’t want anyone to get close to him and learn about his shameful past. Yet, despite this he is more then willing to put his life on the line to save someone, and is very kind to both his peers and his underlings which makes him a very respectable person. Even though he doesn’t seem the type to have them, Kazuya has still managed to make a few close friends, including the Captain of his Division. He is also very humble, despite being told how strong he is and that he should try to be a Vice-Captain he remains adamant in remaining only a seated officer because of this.

On the battlefield, Kazuya shows great skill despite being form a division that doesn’t engage in combat often, if not at all. In fact, many people say he should transfer to 11th Division (Combat) because of his prowess. However, he will extend mercy to any creature, except for Hollows. Moreover, unless provoked, he never uses more then 10 or 20% of his power, just because he likes challenges.

When it comes to his work, either his inventions or dispatching of Hollows, he takes it extremely seriously. Therefore, insulting his methods or inventions is grounds for a fight, as far as he’s concerned. During times when he’s more relaxed, Kazuya is a good sport willing to get in on a good game, so long as there is no gambling. Inversely, he cannot stand practical jokes, especially if he’s the one the prank was pulled on, naturally.

Once you get to know him, Kazuya can seem a little harsh, but that’s only because he says what’s on his mind without fear of the consequences. Usually, when in a difficult or awkward situation, he will try to find the best way to resolve the situation while having the outcome end in his favour. Finally, because he was raised on a farm as a child, Kazuya never shies away from a difficult task and completes it to the very best of his ability.

Biography:

Never, no matter how hard he tried, could he forget that day. It all started out like usual, doing his father’s chores out in the fields and taking care of the cattle. Times had been hard on their tiny village, seeing as how most of the men were out fighting in the many pointless wars that plagued the country like locusts. Yet, his father had miraculously sustained a leg injury before the recruiters arrived, though not to his surprise. However, now he was under heavy burden being the only able-bodied male in the household at only ten years of age.

As he wiped his brow on the hot summer’s day he could see something peculiar coming from the nearby hill. It was a large dust cloud, too small to be a forest fire, yet too large to be anything else. A small rumble could be heard from the direction of this cloud, like the sound of a stampede except only a little louder. His mouth hung agape as it dawned on him. Abandoning his chore he ran straight for his families modest farmhouse.

“Mom, dad!” Shouted the young Kazuya. “A whole bunch of people on horses are coming this way!”

“Are you sure they were horses?” Asked his father, a slight hint of worry upon his voice.

“Yes, there was no mistaking it,” answered Kazuya.

Suddenly, his father got up and limped over to his bedroom. Curious, the boy and his little sister followed behind, and stood listening at the door. From beyond the thin, wooden walls they could hear their father searching with great speed. Kazuya’s father had seen battle before, in one of the previous wars he was even an officer, however, he lost his taste for the idea after he returned home.

It seemed only a few seconds passed until he re-emerged from his room, Katana at his side. Limping slightly past his mother, his father said to her, “Hide, take the children with you.” Without a moment’s hesitation, Kazuya’s mother snatched both him and his little sister and hid in the smallest room in the modest little house.

For the longest time they heard nothing. Not the song of the birds or the sounds of steel clashing. Perhaps they were friendly and Kazuya had jumped to conclusions? Thinking along those lines, his mother opened the closet door. For a couple of seconds, all was quite. Until, that is, the yelling, screaming, and cries of pain started. Apparently, they were hostile after all.

A crash came form the front of the house, someone had broken in. “Hurry,” his mother whispered. “Kazuya, take your sister and run away. No matter what happens, no matter what you hear, do not turn back. Go to Grandpa’s house, he will take care of you. Now go!” Grabbing on to his sister’s hand, he and she made a break for it out the back door.

However, the strangers expected someone would try and go out the back door. For in front of their way stood a grizzled and mean looking swordsman. “Trying to run away?” He said, cackling before continuing. “Sorry, but we can’t let that happen.” With that, he swung his sword with great speed, missing Kazuya, and instead chopping his sister in the side of her head, killing her instantly.

Blood splattered all over his side, eyes open wide in horror. He would have thrown up too, had it not been for the cold, steel blade that pierced his stomach only seconds later. The world spun around him as darkness began to form around his eyes, the man who was about to kill him laughed at his dying body before stabbing him in the head.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Not a month had passed since he had. Already the world was proving to be a strange and unwelcome place from this new perspective. Strange monsters chased him day and night for the past two fortnights. They had bodies as black as night, and masks on their faces as white as snow. Yet, most disturbing of all was the hole in their chest, a hole where the heart should have been.

Sadly, one of these terrible creatures had taken his little sister just days before. He had failed his mother’s wish. Left alone in the world, with no sign of either of his parents and some strange chain attached to his chest, he began to wonder if those monsters had got them, and if he was next. Indeed these were trying times, but he need to at least find out what happened to them.

One night, alone in a cold, dark, and damp cave in the middle of the forest, Kazuya began to wonder something. When people die, don’t they go to heaven? Kazuya thought as he huddled for warmth. I know I’m dead, but how come I’m still here? Is it chance, or did I do some horrible, unforgivable sin that I’m not aware of? These questions popped in his head at least two times a day, and every time he heard the roar of one of those horrifying monsters.

Just then, one of those roars sounded. Although it was far away, Kazuya moved farther back into the cave, sealing his fate in the process. Not more then a couple minutes later, he head it again, this time, closer and louder then before. Would it turn away, or would it find him and eat him like it did his little sister? The sound of approaching footsteps caused him to freeze with fear, unable to move even if he wanted to.

Each new footstep echoed off the cave walls, shaking the ground and loosening rocks stuck to the ceiling above. Several of these pebbles struck Kazuya, but he still didn’t dare move. Then, out of the darkness he saw the red, glowing eyes of one of those monsters. That was when it struck him; he was boxed in, with no hope of escape.

It took a lot of courage for him to do what he did next. He stood up, grabbed the biggest rocks he could find, and began pelting the beast with these pieces of earth. However, it just stood there, laughing at his feeble attempts to injure it. If only he had a weapon that could hurt this creature, but nothing from this world seemed to even tickle it.

Nothing could be done, yet he kept on fighting. It was the only way from him to die again, in his opinion. However, as the creature lunged for him, he found that it did not open its mouth. When he next opened his eyes, he was in a strange, desert-like place where no colour existed but black and white. After only taking a single step, dozens of the monsters jumped out of the shadows and began devouring him.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Ten years later, the Hollow named Ninjiri had become an infamous legend among those know as the Shinigami, or Soul Reapers as some called them. In fact, the newly crowned King of the Hollows became widely known throughout the county as a giant bull that could kill humans outright, then devour their souls and add to his strength.

On the opposite side of things, the Hollows absolutely adored him and loved him being their new leader. Ninjiri was even so bold as to say that they should kill Shinigami before they even start: as students training in the real world. This and several other popular campaigns would help Ninjiri become to most respected Hollow of all time.

One day bored of sitting around his throne and doing kingly duties, Ninjiri decided to join one of the raids on Shinigami students. Surely with their king on their side they wouldn’t lose. However, the Shinigami had become a lot more cautious of these attacks, sending full-fledged, and powerful Shinigami with the students to protect them. Still, most of them were weak in Ninjiri’s eyes.

After giving a speech of encouragement to his kin, Ninjiri turned around and opened a portal to the real world, just a quarter mile from where the students were practising. Surprise attacks always did the most damage anyway. However, a recent report by a scout said that a couple of strong, high-ranked Shinigami decided to chaperone the affair.

Upon stepping into the real world, he could tell they were there by smell alone. However, they were far from the infamous Captains or Vice-Captains. Maybe 5th or 4th seat at best. Still, it did not matter to him, nor his comrades who thirsted for them like dogs in a heat wave. Not one to keep his followers waiting, he signalled for the attack to begin. They sprung forth as though that word were the only thing holding them back.

Rushing to the soon-to-be battlefield, they suddenly came to a halt as they saw what lay in front of them. Only a couple of Shinigami were students, the rest were all seasoned, veteran fighters by the number of scars that adorned each of their faces. Many jumped to the conclusion that the spy lied. Sadly, or thankfully depending on your view, several of the Hollows were slain by the time their king had showed up.

Rage filled every inch of his body as he saw only a couple of his kin still alive and fighting. Those Shinigami would pay dearly for their actions. Roaring in anger, he hoped that many of them would flee in terror. However, they all stood their ground, refusing to give in to their inner cowardice. How bothersome.

The battle went pretty much as expected from there. Ninjiri had badly wounded many of their comrades, yet more popped up, eager to resume the fight. Several of his comrades tried to flee, but they were trapped in a large barrier that cut off all escape. It looked like this would be his final stand; his only hope now was to take as many damned Shinigami with him as he could.

Managing to slip away from the main skirmish, Ninjiri cornered a student. The boy looked disturbingly familiar to the Vasto lorde, but he could not pin where he had seen him. Defeating him was not a hard task, yet as he went in for the finishing blow, he hesitated. A voice in his head, long since silenced yelled for him to stop. That was when he realised, the boy looked a lot like he did, before he was turned into a Hollow.

Something strange happened. The boy who lay dormant in him for so very long tried to regain control. Ninjiri tried to resist, but the boy’s will was stronger, slowly forcing his hands to his mask. Before he did, the great Hollow gave one last cry, as though asking it’s comrades for help, yet they were all either slain or almost dead as his hands pulled the mask off his face.

The last thing he could remember was pain. Pure, excruciating, unadulterated pain as he felt his world slipping away, and another being born in it’s place.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

A week had passed since that fateful battle, the young Kazuya having regained consciousness only a day afterward. Since his arrival to this new place called, Soul Society, he had been on a mission to find his family. However, his hopes were dashed one day when a woman in the market told him there was only a one-in-a-million chance of finding them again.

He felt dirty, like someone with a highly contagious disease. No one else knew the horrors he had been through, or caused for that matter. He felt sure if they did, then they would try and kill him. Watching children play in the streets of south Rukon made him remember his childhood, even though his body hadn’t aged a day since he died. Such innocence, and he had to kill some of them while he was that … thing.

The afterlife was not all it was cracked up to be. When he thought of heaven it was that of clouds and friendly people wanting to help you at every turn. Not here. Everywhere people stole from each other, killed , or even worse. Kazuya could just not stand there and watch, but he had no choice. Any attempt to intervene and he’d die again. There had to be a way to stop this.

One day, he heard whispers about someone from that area. Apparently, they were going off to the Shinigami Academy. Kazuya had no idea regular souls could train and gain enough strength to become them. Then it struck him like a ton of bricks: Why not? I’ve got nothing to lose. “Excuse me,” he said to the old man who was talking. “I couldn’t help but over-hear your conversation. Is it really true that people like us can become Shinigami?”

“Certainly,” replied the old man. “But, you need to have a high level of what’s called Spirit Energy. Without that, you can’t become one.” After a second of silence he continued, “Everyone has spirit energy, it’s only a few who can manage to control and empower it thought,” added the man seeing the look of confusion on Kazuya’s face.

“Okay, thank you for the information.”

He ran down the street, experiencing a feeling of joy he had not known in a very long time. However, as he ran down the street, he felt his feet trip over something like another human foot. Falling to the ground he heard the voice of a young boy saying, “So, you were asking that old geezer about how people become Soul Reapers?”

“Yeah,” replied Kazuya as he got to his feet. “What business of it is yours?”

The boy laughed before replying, “My entire business. You see, I, along with some of my friends want to be Soul Reapers too. I’ll let you join us, but first we’ll have to see if you’re willing to do what it takes.” Smiling, the boy offered his hand to Kazuya, which he accepted after much thought.

“Okay, what’s the first thing?”

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Two hundred years passed since that moment in time, his body finally taking the shape of a teenager. During those long, unforgiving years Kazuya managed to control his spirit energy, although with great difficulty, enough to apply for the Shinigami Academy. However, the people he trained with, the first friends he made in Soul Society, died at the hands of murderers. Alone he strolled through the gate into the Seireitei (Court of pure souls), the hopes and dreams of his fallen friends on his shoulders.

Upon stepping beyond the threshold of the gate a wondrous sight met his tired eyes. Instead of the wooden and grey walls of Rukon, Seireitei had beautiful, white tiled streets and marble walls. Finally, something closer to his idea of heaven. However, after walking in a little more he realised the grandeur he saw was only at the front gate. Still, as he followed the signs to his destination, he could not help but look in awe at the peaceful atmosphere this place offered.

He was not exactly alone in his trek to the Academy. However, he seemed to be the only one coming from Rukon this year judging by the clothing of the other people. Nothing was certain yet, seeing as how today was the entrance examination day. If he passed, he could stay in this beautiful place and become a Shinigami, if not, well, he didn’t like that option at all.

Kazuya had great visions of what the academy would look like, and at his first glance he wasn’t disappointed. It was the single biggest building he had ever seen, three floors tall with a massive front yard. Closing his mouth from the sheer awe of the moment, he walked toward the entrance. Only now did it hit him where exactly he was, suddenly becoming nervous about the whole affair. As he entered he was ushered over to the classroom in which the evaluation would take place.

“Welcome everyone,” said one of the teachers after everyone had taken their seats. “As you all know, today is the day in which we evaluate each student before allowing them entry to the school. You will be tested in three areas, which are as follows: Intelligence, physical strength, and most importantly, control over your spirit energy.

“Therefore, since we are all in our seats we will commence the first portion of the test immediately.”

This bit of information disturbed Kazuya quite a bit. How was he expected to take a test if he had no idea what to study, or no time to study it in? He was not alone in this school of though since several of the other students began to murmur, sounding like the buzz of hundreds of bees. Hell, how could he write it or even read the questions? He had no time to even worry about it because next thing he knew, the paper was on his desk, writing tools lying beside and waiting to be picked up.

Glancing around, he could tell that everyone else in the room could at least read or write, their writing devices scribbling in the blank spaces rapidly. Unsure of what to do, he raised his hand in order to get the sensei’s attention. The gesture seemed to work, seeing as how he walked up to Kazuya and asked, “Yes? What is the problem?”

“Umm,” said Kazuya sheepishly. “I-I can’t read or write.”

“I see,” said the sensei. “Very well then, you can take the oral version of the test after this one is done.”

The paper and instruments in front of him vanished; he could not help but get the feeling that many of the students were laughing at him in their heads. It felt as though he was a side-show freak, a feeling he would never wish on any other person. However, that feeling soon ended when the others happened across an extremely hard question. Many of them would chew the writing tools or recite some speech wordlessly then write it down. Even he had to admit the sight was funny, even if he was illiterate.

An hour after it had began, the written exam ended. Every other person left the room, save for Kazuya, to go on to the next segment. When the door shut for the last time, the sensei approached him. “Before I give you your exam, you have to know that in order to attend this school you must have basic reading and writing abilities. As such, even if you pass you will not be allowed to come until next year at the earliest. However, the school does offer a literacy course for people in your situation, should you pass.”

“I understand,” replied Kazuya.

“Very good, first question…”

It took an hour and a half for Kazuya to answer all the questions, being unable to hear the questions at any speed and having to ask the sensei to repeat some. However, the last one seemed to be the one everyone else got stuck on in the exam.

“… Final Question,” said the sensei. “Why do you want to become a Shinigami?”

Thankfully for Kazuya he had been asking himself this question for the past eight years, so the answer came with little thought. “When I died my sister was with me at first, however, one of those weird monsters with those white masks attack her and ate her.”

“They’re called Hollows,” interjected the sensei. “Continue.”

“Right, I want to find this “Hollow” and kill it. More then that, I want to stop this from happening to as many people as I can. I just can’t stand the thought of them going through that after dying.”

“Very good, this part of the exam is complete. I will contact you and tell you your results personally. Seeing as you are from Rukon, you are allowed to stay here until your test results come.”

“Thank you, sensei,” Kazuya said before bowing and making his exit.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Kazuya had absolutely no trouble with the rest of the exam. However, something in the back of his head kept ebbing away at him. Maybe it had something to do with knowing the name of what he had become? Yet, he did not dwell on it since he wanted to impress the teachers as much as possible. Finally, the day came when he learned his test results to find out he had, indeed, passed.

The six years at the Shinigami academy, plus the one doing the literacy course, passed basically without incident. In the two hundred and three years since Ninjiri’s downfall there had not been a single attack on students training in the real world. However, one event stood out in particular about his time at the academy. Little did he know, at the time, that this event would be pivotal for the rest of his career.

It was early spring in Kazuya’s third real year at the school. Every student was hard at work studying for the third year exam, a test of all their knowledge and abilities so far. However, for this and the sixth year exam, not one of the teachers would preside. Instead, one of the Captains and Vice-Captains would volunteer to oversee the examinations.

Rumours spread like wildfire as to who would look over the exams. This was normal for this time of year, but for the first time, these rumours actually concerned him. Not him personally, but his chances of graduation, or so he worried at the time. In fact, there were so many of them flying around that Kazuya had to do his best not to listen, or else he would be too busy trying to discern reality from fiction that he would be too distracted to study.

When the day came for them to arrive, a wave of ultra formality washed over the school. Everyone was being polite to each other in practice for when the two would arrive to administer the big test. When the moment itself drew near, the entire populace of the building was forced outside and organised into long lines adjacent to the entrance of the school.

Although he had been through this whole song and dance twice before, this was Kazuya’s first time being in a line that directly flanked the literal red carpet. Looking around, he saw similar discomforted looks, more so in his own year then the sixth years directly opposite. It was a chilly spring day, a crisp breeze blowing through the crowd as they waited in anticipation, the first years more so then the rest.

“Everyone,” said the principal over the loud speakers. “Stand at attention for the arrival of Captain Kato of 12th division, and Vice-Captain Kimura of 3rd Division.” Immediately, every single one of the students stood at attention, a lot like an army except not dressed the same way. This had to be one of the tensest moments of Kazuya’s life. Not because of the arrival of a Captain, but who the Captain was revealed to be.

The very second he walked past the school’s gate, the student could tell who he was. It was the Shinigami student he tried to kill when he was a Hollow. It took all of his will power to stay rooted on the spot and not run away in fear. Surely he would tell everyone what he once was, and maybe even kill him because of it. In the sea of nervous students, his particular fear was easily mistaken for the fear of all the others.

However, as the Captain passed, Kazuya and him glanced into each other’s eyes for the smallest amount of possible time. Although to him, it felt like an eternity had just flashed before his eyes. A sudden wave of cold ran over his entire body, he knew he was here, but what would he do? Would he turn him in, or worse? These questions and many more circled his head as he walked back to his quarters with his roommates.

Later that evening, a student came knocking at their door.

“I’ve got a summon for Hayashi Kazuya,” said the young woman after knocking. “The principle wants to see you in his office for something.”

“Why does Ito-sensei want to see you?” Asked one of Kazuya’s roommates.

“Don’t know,” lied Kazuya.

The walk to the office had to have been the longest walk of his life. Unfortunately, he could not take a longer route because the messenger seemed hell-bent to stick with him and make sure he didn’t do just that. Never in his life had he been more sure of something then this instant. He was going to die, and that was the end of it.

Turning around one last corner he saw it: the door he was sure would be the last he ever went through. Slowly, he pushed open the heavy wooden door and entered the principle’s office. Never before had Kazuya seen a room of the like, handsomely decorated with all kinds of art and sculptures. The centrepiece, a desk made of a wood he had never seen, had the man whom sent him sitting behind it.

“Hayashi-kun, I’m glad to see you arrived so fast,” addressed the principal. “Kato-sama asked to see you.”

“W-why would he want to see me?” Asked Kazuya nervously.

“I don’t know. However, he instructed that upon your arrival I am to leave.” With that, he stood up and left the room, letting Captain Kato come inside.

This was the moment he had been dreading all day, the confrontation with the man he tried to kill almost two hundred and four years ago. He stood at attention the entire time as he made his way to the principle’s desk and took his seat. The Captain surveyed Kazuya from top to bottom, as though trying to find some flaw in his appearance. However, when he found none, he motioned for him to sit.

“I assume you know why I came?” Captain Kato asked.

After thinking about it for a second, Kazuya replied, “Yes, Captain Kato-dono.”

“Please, just call me Kato-san,” replied the Captain.

“Yes, sir.”

“Anyway,” started Kato. “I came to talk to you about the events the transpired over two hundred years ago. Moreover, I want to ask you a couple of questions, and you can do the same. Let’s start off with one of your questions first.”

“Yes, Ca- I mean, Kato-san. I have but only one question: What am I?” Kazuya asked.

“You, Hayashi-kun, are what we call an Arrancar.”

The rest of the interview became lost to Kazuya after a number of years, only remembering he was an Arrancar, what that meant, and that Captain Kato was not going to kill him, but inform the General (Captain of 1st Division) of this fact. At the time, that sounded just as bad as being executed, but it turns out he was okay with it because Kazuya had many opportunities to kill but had yet to give in to any urges.

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When Kazuya left the academy three years later, he had finally learned how to read, write, and control both his Shinigami and Arrancar powers. More then that, he was able to conjure his Arrancar Zanpakuto at will, and even disguise it as his Shinigami Zanpakuto’s scabbard. During his final year at the academy, he had given great thought as to what division he wanted to be stationed in after leaving. Initially, he wanted to be in one of the divisions that largely patrol the real world and kill Hollows.

However, all his requests were denied, and thus was more or less forced to go to 12th division. At first, he was a little sore with the idea, but a little while after arriving he found the field fun, if not, exciting. Kazuya had his suspicions that the Captain-Commander wanted him in twelfth division so that Captain Kato could keep an eye on him, just in case.

Alas, four hundred years later he still remained in Soul Society, finally having the appearance of an adult. Although he was now a 3rd seat, Kazuya still felt as though he had not come another step closer to his goal, and his Captain seemed to recognise that fact. Even after inventing such devices as the Ring of Revelation, or achieving Shikai and Bankai (Although he told no one) he was still not allowed to go to the real world. Until, that is, Captain Kato approached him with an offer.

One day, while reading a book in his room, the Captain knocked on the door.

“Come on in,” said Kazuya without realising who knocked.

“Why am I not surprised? You always seem to have your nose in a book these days,” said Captain Kato.

“Captain Kato-san!?” Shouted the Arrancar, jumping to attention.

“Cut that out, Hayashi-san, you know you can call me Taro in private,” said Taro with a smile on his face.

“Sorry, force of habit.”

“Not a problem,” continued Captain Kato. “Anyway, I have a proposition for you, Kazuya. I need someone to go on a very important mission.”

“It isn’t another Sake run, is it?” Kazuya asked jokingly.

“Haha, no, I’ve got plenty right now. Anyway, I had to get this mission cleared by the General. You see, I want you to go on a mission to the real world.”

“Really!?” Kazuya said with excitement in his voice.

“Really. I want you to go to Tokyo and do some research on where Hollows in that area like to congregate. That way, we can station enough Shinigami to accommodate them. What I want to know though is will you accept?”

“Of course, Taro-san! I’d love to go!”

“Very good, I’ll tell him you accepted with enthusiasm,” Taro Kato turned for the door, but stopped before he opened it. “Kazuya, the world is a much different place then you remember, so be careful. Oh, and you leave in two days, so finish anything off if you have to.”

“Yes, Captain Kato-sama, you won’t regret this,” said Kazuya since his door was open as Taro left the room.

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It wasn’t until the closing days of his mission until anything exciting happened. Mostly, all he did was go around and take readings of spirit energy, a boring a monotonous task if he ever knew one. However, it was worth seeing the real world again for the first time in six hundred years. He marvelled at such wonders as trains, airplanes, heck even escalators. Yet the one thing he loved most of all wasn’t a technical development. Culinary techniques had advance far beyond anything he ever knew, he even packed some of this wonderful food for when he got back to Soul Society.

One night, during a routine walk around the area, Kazuya heard a man cry out in pain. Not thinking of anything else, he rushed toward the source of the sound. Back then, the modern communicator did not exist, so he had no idea it was a Hollow attack until he arrived on the scene. There were two men lying in the street, one lying flat on his stomach, while the other sat on the pavement, shaking like mad.

As he drew close, the conscious man turned around and saw him. Quickly, the man reached for the gun that lay beside the other man, however his hand passed through it. A look of shock spread across his face, and he looked down to find a severed chain attached to his chest. Kazuya knew what had happened, the man had died.

“Are you okay?” Inquired the Shinigami, although disguised by his Gigai.

“I don’t think so,” replied the man, his voice trembling like mad.

“Do you know what happened?” Kazuya asked.

“Yeah, I was walking along when suddenly the streetlights started to flicker. That didn’t scare me, but what did was when the ground in front of me suddenly collapsed … in the shape of a giant footprint!” The man continued to shake, very distraught by the looks of it before he continued, “Then, I went flying through the air and hit my head. Next thing I know, I’m sitting here while I’m also lying there!” The man then pointed toward the body lying on the ground, he then broke down and cried.

Defiantly a Hollow, thought Kazuya. Sure enough, just seconds later he heard the cry of a Hollow. Although the sound haunted him deeply, he had no choice but to kill it. Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a small, yellow candy-like object and put it in his mouth. The dead man cried out in surprise as Kazuya hopped out of his Gigai and revealed his Shinigami form. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here to help,” he said to the man to comfort him.

“Go hide,” Kazuya said to the spirit now inside his Gigai. It responded soundlessly and hid as the Hollow made it’s way towards them. It was like the cave all over again, except this time, Kazuya was armed. Drawing his Zanpakuto, he waited until the Hollow’s mask was in sight. He charged at the monster, his sword high in the air as he ran down the back street.

When he got close to the Hollow, he jumped high in the air, raised the sword above his head, and then swung down as gravity pulled him back to the earth. It cried out in pain as the sword cut it’s dark body cleanly in half. Dissolving away into the air, the Hollow was now purified, the spirit it once was now in Soul Society, not to remember a single thing that happened. Lucky ba*****, thought Kazuya acidly as he turned around to face the spirit.

“No,” the man called out. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“I said I’m not going to harm you. What are you, deaf or something?” Kneeling in front of the sitting, sobbing man Kazuya held out the pummel of his Zanpakuto. “I’m here to help you on to the afterlife, nothing more.”

“I can’t do that,” said the man. “I-I’ve done too much evil in my life. I’ll go to hell for sure!”

“If you repent here and now, and if you truly mean it, then you won’t go to hell,” Kazuya reassured him.

With tears still running from his eyes, the man nodded and said, “I’m truly sorry for all the terrible things I’ve done. All the deaths, all the suffering, all of it. I’m so sorry!” The man broke down again and grabbed his Kimono to support himself. Kazuya smiled and told him all was forgiven. “Wait,” said that man. “Take the gun beside my body and destroy it. It’s caused too much trouble.”

“Of course,” replied Kazuya. With that, he tapped the man in the forehead with the pommel of his Zanpakuto. The man in front of him glowed a bright, sky-blue colour before dissolving and turning into a black butterfly that flew straight for the sky. After seeing it fly off, Kazuya did as the man said, but stopped before he destroyed it. “Hmm, I wonder if I can use this to kill Hollows?”

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*


Ten years after that mission to the real world, Kazuya finally succeeded in turning the man’s gun into a weapon capable of hurting both Human and Hollow. When he unveiled it, most Shinigami were hesitant to try it out. However, after testing it successfully on a few dozen Hollows, Kazuya was told that it had the potential to be added to the list of items a Shinigami needs in the real world.

One day a few years later, Captain Kato offered Kazuya another mission in the real world.

“… It’s different from last time though,” Taro said while the two of them sat in his incredibly ornate office. “You won’t be there for a set period of time, just how long it takes to complete the mission.”

“What’s the mission, Taro-san?” Kazuya asked.

“We need someone to gather as much information about the real world as possible. Stuff like the customs of different countries, the people, the technology, area hazards, stuff like that. This is all in effort to make a series of guides for use to give Shinigami when they go on a patrol abroad, so they know what they’re in for.”

“Sounds good to me. What about my research and projects though?”

“They’ll be waiting for you when you get back, should you accept,” said Captain Kato.

After thinking about it for the next fortnight, Kazuya then went to see his Captain and agreed to take on the mission. Two days later, he ventured out into the real world again, this time to stay for basically as long as he pleased. The rest of his life story has yet to be written, but if his future is going to be anything like his past, Kazuya Hayashi will defiantly have a life worth remembering, and telling for ages to come.

*I got most of the translations off the Internet, so they may not be accurate.

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Name: Kristina Ellis
Stage Name: White Rabbit
Languages: English, some French, and some German.
Age: 32
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Hair: Red
Eyes: Green
Weight: 145lbs
Height: 5’8”

Weapons:
Blessed Bow: Painted sky blue, this longbow has the power to destroy most weak evil creatures in a single shot. Inversely, stronger supernatural beings take more hits to wound or kill. Blessed by a powerful priest in her church, this bow can resist fire and most magical and demonic attacks. However, no bow is useful without arrows to shoot.

The arrows of this bow, also blessed with the power to repel evil, can withstand most attacks thrown at them. Furthermore, despite the quiver holding only one hundred arrows, they reappear in the quiver after leaving her hands for more then thirty seconds, ensuring an endless supply of ammunition. With arrow heads made of steel, painted white, the arrows compliment the bow by following its colour scheme, complete with white feathers at the rear end.

Blessed Dagger: Painted to match her bow and arrows, her dagger, also blessed with the power to repel evil, can kill most weak monsters with a single cut. Depending on the creatures weaknesses, the cuts made from this dagger can sting, burn, freeze, or kill the nerves in the target. Kris only uses this dagger when engaged in close-range combat, but will sometimes use it as an arrow, should the situation warrant it. Much like the bow and arrow, it is capable of resisting most magical attacks.

Strengths: Foremost, Kristina displays an ability to adapt to changes in the environment around her. Coupled with her wit and resourcefulness, this makes her a challenging opponent for many of the supernatural creatures she encounters on a daily basis. Furthermore, she exhibits above-average tolerances to extreme heat, and extreme cold due to her training. Other then that, her greatest strength is her jumping ability. Able to make a standing jump of about fifteen feet, coupled with her swift movements and speed earned her the nickname of “White Rabbit” even before her hunting days.

With her bow in hand, Kris is a fair marksman; capable of head shots from about fifty yards away. However, despite her good sniping abilities she cannot aim very well when she is under enough pressure, or in the middle of combat. Inversely, when she needs to, Kris can be quite inventive with her bow, whether she uses a different item as a projectile, or using it as a crutch. Overall, her skill with a bow is around the intermediate level, if there were a scale.

When all else fails, Kris pulls out her trusty dagger. Unlike her bow, she has less experience with it, so she really doesn’t display a style of any kind. Instead, she opts for swinging it around, hoping for it to cut her opponent. However, there is a method to this madness. By flailing her dagger around like this she can lure her opponent into thinking she’s desperate to stay alive. Using this, she can easily pull them into a trap and win the battle.

Weakness: Being completely human, Kristina has normal tolerances to the strengths of attacks and spells. Namely, her biggest weakness is her legs. Like most humans, if her legs are broken or injured she will have a hard time walking and evading danger. Also, because she is only human, she can not react as fast as most of her opponents. Aside from being human, Kris cannot take pain very well. Even a shallow cut or stab can cause her to wreath in pain for a second before sucking it up as best she can before continuing the fight.

Furthermore, Kris has a rather weak stomach, often throwing up at some rather disgusting sights like disembowelment or rotting corpses. However, she tries her best to not let it get in the way of her objective or cloud her focus on what needs accomplishment. Finally, she is unable to perform any magic or abnormal skills of any kind.

Skills/Magic: Kristina has no abnormal skills or magic to speak of. Remember that she is a pure human with blessed weaponry, nothing more.

Appearance: At first glance, Kris doesn’t look like much of a Demon Hunter. Usually, you can find her face frozen in a smile, save for when she is locked in battle or distraught. She prefers to keep a natural look on her face, not wearing any cosmetic products because of her job and beliefs. Preferring to wear her shoulder-length, red hair down, she keeps a simple hair clip on to prevent the hair from obscuring her vision.

When it comes to clothes, Kristina has a varying taste, although some people would call her picky. When it comes to skirts, she’ll usually wear whatever she can find, so long as it isn’t too short or the material too thin. For shirts, she prefers loose fitting, unrevealing clothes that allow for fluidity of movement, as well as comfort for any occasion. However, every now and then, she’ll roll up her sleeves or skirt a little, and tuck in her shirt to show off a little more.

There are some parts of her appearance that never change, no matter the situation. The first, and foremost of these is a small, golden pendant of the cross she wears around her neck. No matter where she goes, what she does, or even what she wears, Kristina always wears this, even if she’s bathing. She carries a similar dedication to the hair clip she wears, a present from friends she lived with for about ten years. Mush like the pendant, she’ll never take it off, save for bathing, or rainy weather. Furthermore, when not in battle she wears a small, brown magical rucksack that can hold all her stuff in a space no bigger then the average backpack.

When expecting a battle, or actually hunting a creature down, Kris prefers to wear green tights and a green, sleeveless tunic to allow for maximum manoeuvrability and protection for the least amount of weight. Overall, Kristina is a fairly attractive woman who likes to keep herself as inconspicuous as possible to avoid detection.

Personality: It would be very hard to sum up Kristina’s personality in one word or classification, however, that doesn’t mean she’s extremely complex. First of all, she prefers to go by the name “Kris” rather then her first name or her nickname instead. With that in mind, she can be really stubborn at times, often convinced that her way is the right way no matter what.

In battle, Kris prefers to use strategy in place of brute strength or magic. Overall, this method has a high rate of success but has its downsides as well; namely the time it takes for her to develop a plan. In fact, she doesn’t really like to fight at all if she can avoid it; using her wit and charm to try and convince those she doesn’t hunt to back down.

Outside of battle, she is nervous and shy around new people, usually untrusting of them. However, after a few hours of contact she’ll start warming up to them, maybe even calling them a friend if they’re lucky. When it comes to tolerance of other races, Kris openly accepts those from other countries and backgrounds, mainly because she is left-handed, thus considered strange. Just like in battle, however, she will use her wit and charm to get out of trouble.

One she does become friendly with someone, they soon find she is a kind, fun-loving individual who enjoys games and the odd scary story. Furthermore, they will also find she is willing to do what it takes to help them, even if it means giving up her own life to save them. Inversely, she can be rather cruel to those she deems her enemies who are not those she hunts, often showing great disrespect and even malice in rare occasions.

Biography:

Rain lightly fell from the heavens above, teasing those who occupied the land below. Despite the rains nurturing disposition, many of the years crops failed, throwing the country, neigh, the continent, into a widespread famine. Food quickly became scarce, especially in the small, yet crowded town of London. Only two ways to survive presented themselves to the people: working even harder, or thievery.

Alas, none of this really mattered to the small girl who hung out by the marketplace. All that did matter was staving the hunger that plagued her for the past fortnight. Her parents, unable to provide more then a single loaf of bread a week in this famine, had no idea she turned this place into her haunt. Instead, they probably though she played with her friends out in the street on a nice summers day like this. Normally, she would, but the hunger pains proved too much to bear.

Sighing to herself, she quietly began to walk away from the market, her conscience telling her stealing what little food she could wouldn’t be worth it. However, just as she left the area, she heard a shout echo from the market. “Stop! Thief!” Came the shout of an indignant shop owner. Turning around for a brief moment, she continued on her way, unconcerned about the drama that unfolded behind her.

However, when she suddenly felt a rather forceful tug on her shoulder, it suddenly became relevant. “You!” The young shop owner growled. “You stole from me you little brat! I know it!” Needless to say, the little girl froze at this comment. She never stole a thing while she loitered there, now a man suddenly runs to her, grabs her, and accuses her of theft?

“No, I didn’t!” She replied, trying to wrench herself free of the man’s grip.

“Yes, you did! I saw you do it you rotten little gutter snipe!”

“I didn’t do it!”

“Well then,” replied the shop owner plainly. “We’ll see what the constable has to say about this.” Tugging on her arm like a vicious dog, she could not help but give way to his superior strength. Crying and wiggling to get free from her helpless situation, she did the only thing she could do: bite his arm.

Shouting in pain, the man automatically let go of his captive, allowing her the head start in what would become their race. She ran as fast as her little feet could carry her, over stacked boxes and sleeping bums alike, slowly placing distance between her and the enraged shop owner. Tipping over some boxes as she ran, the girl hoped to impede his progress.

Not looking back, she heard then man gasp and stumble a little on the dirt and broken cobblestone ally. Smiling to herself, she grew confident that one way or another, she would get off the hook. However, her luck would run out at her next turn, running straight into a dead end instead of another street like she hoped. Trapped, and faced against an angry shop owner, things did not look good for the little girl.

“Heh,” the man chuckled. “There’s nowhere for you to run, you little thief. You may as well come quietly.” Resigning herself to her fate, the girl slowly walked toward the man and certain doom. Never before had she felt so embarrassed, like nothing else could be worse then falsely accused of stealing. Still, she could not help but feel a little sympathy for the man, since someone actually stole from him.

“Good girl,” he spoke to her as though she were a dog. “You did the right thing, letting the book get thrown at you, or tomatoes, as the case would be.”

“That’s what you think,” she replied snidely. Quickly turning on her heel, she ran towards the wall at full speed to the shock of the man. Thinking she meant to knock herself unconscious, he ran after her in a vain attempt to make her stop. However, just as she reached then end of the all, right in front of the ten-foot high wall, she jumped. His mouth hung in awe as he saw the little girl clear the obstacle, with room to spare. In fact, his jaw dropped and his feet suddenly gave way, causing him to fall to his knees.

Landing on the other side of the wall, as though it were nothing, the girl continued her run until she made it to her neighbourhood. Finally coming to a stop just at the end of her block, she slumped against the wall and collapsed to the ground, exhausted from her marathon. Breathing hard, she pulled out a small loaf of bread from under her dirty and ragged shirt. “Please, Lord. Forgive me,” she spoke quietly to herself before taking a bite of the ill-gotten food.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Fire crackled softly in the fireplace, casting an orange glow on everything in the tiny house. A large iron pot hung from a metal spit inside the fireplace, cooking what little food the family could find. The tiny house, essentially one room closed off by ragged curtains, felt warm and homely to all whom dwelled inside.

A veil of darkness hung in front of the windows, bringing a sense of foreboding. However, to the man sitting in the wooden chair in front of the fire, none of this mattered as he pondered. Resting his head on his hand as he gazed, he wondered if it really was for the best. After all, he needed to do the best he could for his only daughter, right?

He sighed to himself as his wife went to check on the soup cooking in the iron pot. It needed to happen sooner or later, so why not sooner and provide a place with better food and shelter? With his mind finally made up, he decided to tell her after she filled her aching stomach. Resigning himself to fate, he stood up to set the table for dinner.

“I’m home,” came the voice of the girl a few minutes later.

“Oh, good. We were starting to worry about you,” spoke her mother gently, aware of her husband’s decision. “Dinner is almost ready.”

“Dinner?” She did not expect they would have dinner tonight, otherwise she really would have gone to play with her friends. Nonetheless, she sat down at the table eagerly, hoping that she would feel full for the first time in a few months. As the carrot soup slid in front of her, she could not help notice something amiss about the whole situation. Usually, their dinners would be fun and lively; however, tonight the mood was sombre and sedated.

Ignoring the nagging feeling in the back oh her mind, the girl dug in to her soup. The food itself tasted wonderful, but she found the meal, the interaction of her entire family, lacking. Only when they all drained their bowls did anyone speak, breaking the long and tense silence between them.

“So,” spoke her father. “How did you like the soup?”

“Delicious,” spoke the girl with the ever-present smile on her face. “You really outdid yourselves, mom and dad.”

“That’s good,” spoke her mother. “Um… listen, Kristina…”

“It’s Kris, mom,” corrected the girl. For as long as she could remember, she inexplicably preferred the name ‘Kris’ to ‘Kristina.’ Even stranger then that, she did not show any tomboyish behaviour, which further puzzled her parents. Nonetheless, they respected her choice and called her by that name, only calling her ‘Kristina’ when the situation took a serious turn.

“Right, I’m sorry,” her mother apologised. “Listen, Kris, times… are pretty hard for us, and you know we want only the best for you, right?”

“Yeah…” Kris replied sheepishly, not aware where the conversation led.

“Kris,” spoke her father. “Have you ever… though about marriage? I mean, a lot of girls your age are already married, so have you given it any thought?”

“N-no… why would I?” the girl replied. “Wait, you mean to a boy? But… boys have cooties.” A sudden look of disappointment crossed her father’s face, as though she failed to live up to some expectation.

“Well, you see,” her father started. “There is this boy who is the son of a very successful farmer. Uh, his father agreed that if we, um, gave him a wife that he would provide for her and nurture her like a daughter.”

Her mother looked at her father disapprovingly, as though he said the wrong thing, or didn’t put it gently enough. However, the girl didn’t notice, too caught up in the shock of the moment. How could they even ask her to consider something like marriage? Sure, girls as young as ten married in these days, but she figured she would be at least sixteen or so before she ever needed to worry about it.

“No,” she responded suddenly. “I… I can’t marry yet. I’m… I’m not ready to!”

“We didn’t say you had to yet,” her mother assured. “You’re just… going to live with him for a few years before you actually marry. You know, to see if you to get along okay.”

“That means… you’re just giving me up? What if we don’t work and I have to live on the streets!? What if… they’re both creeps!” From the moment she heard about this plan, Kris grew to hate it with a passion. If they really wanted her to give up her childhood so suddenly, they would have to put up one hell of a fight.

“We’d never do something like that!” Her father shouted. “It breaks my heart to have to see you go to be hungry every night! I just want what’s best for you!”

“You don’t know what’s best for me!” Kris shouted, tears flowing from her eyes. “I don’t want to marry someone just to make it easier on food! We’re a family, we’re supposed to look out for each other, not give them away and hope for the best when times get a little tough!”

“Don’t you take the tone with me, young lady! We only want what’s best for everyone, including yourself, so stop being selfish!”

“I’m being selfish!? You’re the one who wants me to leave just so you’ll have more food to yourselves!”

“What?” Her mother spoke in shock. “Honey, you’re taking this the wrong way. Having you leave will not help us any more then if you stayed. Please, we’re doing this for your benefit.”

“Well then,” Kristina sobbed. “If it’s in my benefit to leave this place, then I’ll go!” With that, she pushed away from the table, running straight to the curtain that separated her room from the rest of the floor. Ripping it aside, she pulled open the floorboards and quickly scooped up some money she kept stashed there in case of an emergency.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” Her father shouted.

“If you want me to leave, then I’ll leave, but I’ll not marry some boy I haven’t even met! You said yourself it’s in my best interest to leave, so here I go.” She asserted. “Goodbye mom and dad, I know we separated on bad terms, but I will always love you both.” With that, she ran down the stairs of their second floor apartment, and out the front door, never looking back while the tears flowed from her eyes. Eventually, she would regret her decision, but remain committed to it.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Hours turned to days, then days into weeks since she ran from her home in London. Two weeks in all passed before she decided to stay in one place for more then a night. During that time, she slept anywhere and ate whatever she could, often resorting to sleeping in abandoned buildings or eating grain from a farm animal’s trough. Eventually, she made it to a ferry system across the English Channel, even though it proved to be nothing more then a raft with some rope that the operators pulled on to cross to the other side.

Once on the French side of the channel, she decided to follow the course of the River Seine, which flowed near where she disembarked. She heard from traders in London that one could reach Paris by following it long enough, so she decided that would be her destination. This leg of her trek proved more forgiving then her last, being able to feed off the rich bounty the river provided. Even shelter seemed easier to find in France.

Soaking up the local language and culture as she went, Kris began to understand some of what people would say to her. However, complex sentences and their grammar structure still eluded her. Occasionally, she would stumble across someone who knew English, so she would ask them to teach her some basic sentences so she could get by in this new, and strange country.

Eventually, Kristina made it to Paris just after two weeks since she ran away from home. Unlike London, the city of lights felt more homely and festive as she walked its streets, trying to get accustomed to the French way of life. Little did she know that her life would change in the magical atmosphere that the streets seemed to exhume.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

The dark veil of night hung over the walled city as the little girl wandered, lost and confused in this foreign place. What little remained of her shoddy shoes disintegrated hours ago, leaving her to wander the cold streets barefoot. No one she came across felt pity for her, and if they did, she could not understand their kind offers of food and shelter.

Perhaps running away wasn’t the best plan, Kristina thought to herself. Her clothes clung to her body, dirty and torn from the journey from her home in London. Lack of foresight prevented her from bringing a change of clothes, or even underwear. Cold, dirty and weary, the little girl could go no further. Shuffling one last step down an ally, she collapsed into a heap. Darkness slowly forming around her eyes, the last thing she would remember before slipping into unconsciousness would be the wooden back door of a large pub.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Warmth swept over her in the depths of her sleep, erasing all the bad things and leaving only joy and optimism. Kris had no idea why she felt this way; maybe it had something to do with the blanket on top of her? Wait, I collapsed in an ally, she reasoned. Opening her eye, she saw no sky or ceiling, but canvas painted in all the colours of the rainbow. Sitting up in awe, she saw whoever moved her here gave her clean clothes and left food and water beside her.

“I must be dreaming,” Kristina said, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

“Ah, je vois que tu es en place,” came a sudden, male voice from behind her. Twisting her head suddenly, she got her first look of a man she would never forget. At first, she though his appearance bizarre and outlandish. He wore a bright, red coat with a blue tunic underneath. The rather nice shoes on his feet felt out of place next to the brightly striped pants he wore. Kris’ jaw dropped before she quickly snapped it shut, not wanting to offend.

“Êtes-vous bien, petite fille?” He asked. To this, all she could do was keep her silence, hoping that he would clue in that she didn’t understand. He seemed to understand, because he started speaking in a second language, saying “Sind Sie in Ordnung, kleines Mädchen?”

“Um…” Kris started. “I’m sorry, but I don’t speak your languages.”

“Ah-ha!” The man shouted suddenly. “English! That was going to be my third guess though. Um… Are you okay, little girl?” At first glance, this guy proved quite jovial and flamboyant, given his choice of fashion of course. Immediately, Kristina felt she could trust this man, he just had that feeling about him.

“Ah… I guess. I’m a little hungry and tired, but other then that, I’m okay,” Kris responded.

“Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!” The man shouted, throwing his hands up. “Cornilious Trout, at your service, my fair lady. Or, Ringmaster, if you wish to call me by my stage name.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Trout,” she started, not willing to anger him for secretly laughing at his given name. “My name is Kristina Ellis, but I prefer Kris. If I knew what a stage name was, I might have one of my own.”

“Ah, but a stage name is only what I call myself when I perform,” Trout replied. “You see, I run this troupe of performers. We go to all sorts of places, performing in front of kings and commoners alike! It’s really an exhilarating experience, knowing you bring joy to others!” He smiled fondly as he spoke, as though there were nothing wrong with the world.

“Really? It sounds like fun,” Kristina replied.

“Oh, but it is, Miss Kris! Now then, you should eat and rest up. We can’t really take you home if you look terrible, now can we?” He didn’t know, then again how could he? At the mention of this, Kristina looked down sadly. “What’s the matter, young Miss?” Trout asked, concerned.

“It’s just that… I don’t have a home to return to.”

“You don’t?” Trout said, astonished. “Why not, if you don’t mind my prodding?”

“Well,” Kris started. “It’s just that I had an argument with my parents, some things got said that I wish I could take back, and I wound up here. Um… if you don’t mind me asking, I was wondering if I could… stay with you guys. Only for a while though.”

“I’m afraid,” Trout started. “I need to take it up with the others. One second please.” With that, he turned on his heel and left the rather large tent. Unsure if she should follow or not, she stood up, rooted on the spot. Time seemed to decelerate for her as she waited their decision. Eventually, Trout returned with three others in tow.

“Alright then,” Trout spoke. “We’ve agreed that so long as you contribute to the show, you may travel with us and live with us. However, before you tell us how you can contribute, allow me to introduce you to the rest of the troupe. First off, this is our fortune-teller: Miss Mystique, or Samantha, as we call her. Next, we have our juggler: Steady Hands, or George. Finally, we have our strong man: The Mighty Earl, or… Earl.”

Samantha, the only female in the group, wore purple robes and a sash that complimented her lankly and tall figure as well as slightly hiding her kind and gentle face. Earl, on the other hand, looked like a rather large bull with muscles as large as most rocks despite his short stature. George looked like your average man, albeit a little cleaner then most since he did not work in the fields all day. Overall, they looked like a nice and trustworthy group.

“Now that you’ve met everyone,” Trout said. “It’s time we hear how you can contribute to our group. Do you have any special talents, or skills you can showcase?”

“Umm…” Kristina started. This long silence would be one of the most awkward she would ever experience. She had no clue how she could add to the group, being completely normal save for her jumping prowess. That’s it! She thought. “I can jump pretty good! Well, more then pretty good.”

“Brilliant!” Trout shouted. “Please, give us a demonstration.”

“Um… okay,” she replied. Stepping out of the tent, to reveal they made camp in the middle of the town square, she assessed the landscape and began. However, she had no idea how bad her fatigue would effect her performance. Running towards the building right in front of her, she summoned all her strength and jumped to the top of the four story high building.

Suddenly, a loud outburst of applause came from behind her, as not only the troupe clapped her on, but the entire square. Exhilaration filled every facet of her being, as she would later think of this moment as her first, albeit short, performance. Jumping down the building back to the cobblestone streets, she collapsed to her knees, exhausted from all her hardships and what had to be her farthest jump to date.

“Brilliant, Kris! Absolutely brilliant! What do you guys think?” Trout said to the troupe. They all gave her words of encouragement and congratulations; they had found her act, so they openly welcomed her into their travelling troupe.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Years passed as the girl travelled, performing from Italy to Germany, and from Spain to Romania. Winters proved the hardest to endure, especially since what would later become known as the Great Famine continued longer then anyone expected. Kristina when through all the pangs of adolescence, coming to see Samantha, or Sam as she called her, as a motherly figure she could tell anything. She grew into a young woman, her act becoming more refined with each passing show.

Eventually, the troupe received an invitation to perform for none other then the King of France. Of course, after all her travelling, Kris became adapt at speaking both French and German, in addition to learning how to read and write in English, with Trout as her teacher. Now twenty years old, Kris became nervous for the first time since leaving her home in England.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Butterflies filled her stomach for the first time in years, having not felt pressure like this in her entire life. As she sat behind the stage, contemplating how to go about her act, she could not help but think of how far she’d come since the tender age of ten. Time flowed slowly as the anxiety mounted up before her, teasing her sense into a false sense of security.

“Hey, Rabbit, you’re up,” spoke Trout suddenly in his eternally cherry tone. ‘White Rabbit’ became Kris’ stage name due her agility and jumping prowess, not to mention her costume was pure white in colour.

Kristina took a deep breath, sucking up her anxiety so she could channel it into her performance. She climbed up to the top of the lower curtain, divided in two to provide an unusual entrance for her, and stood as she awaited the signal. The curtain rose slowly, exposing only the back curtain with only a sight telling them to look up.

Given her cue, Kris bounded forward, through the upper curtain and over to the immense eves in front of her. The audience gasped as she literally flew through the air until her foot connected with the eves, twisting her body to change direction. Pushing off from there, she made small movements to put her body in a controlled spin as it righted itself. Touching down on the stone floor in front of the stage, she gave a small bow.

Applauding her, the audience fell silent as she stood up once again, then bounded toward the two pillars that flanked the royal spectators. She kicked off from the first pillar into the second, jumping between them until she came to the rafters once more. Gripping onto a beam, she swung her body back and forth to gain momentum, then hurled herself forward, spinning backwards towards the beam she started on.

With all the grace and agility of a cat, she landed on the small beam perfectly, causing the audience to erupt in applause again. I’m only getting warmed up, she thought. Overall, the performance earned thunderous applause from all present, none of them ever seeing some of the stunts she performed before. When the curtains closed for the final time, she found herself in the midst of a group hug.

“Excellent performance, kid,” Earl complimented.

“Truly amazing,” George contributed.

“Even I couldn’t tell your performance would be that good,” Sam spoke.

“That was bloody Brilliant!” Trout shouted in joy. “I just spoke with the king. He says we did an amazing job, especially you, Kris. In fact, he says he wants to speak with you personally after dinner tonight!”

“Aw, I didn’t really do anything that great,” Kristina replied, blushing a little from the swarm of compliments. “Wait… the king said he wanted to see me!? Why?” Shock filled her body; the King of France wanted to speak with her personally, a commoner not even from his country. Nonetheless, she couldn’t wait for this meeting, even if she had no idea what he wanted to talk to her about.

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Standing outside the large doors of the King’s chambers, Kristina wore the best clothes she could, not wishing to offend him. Taking a deep breath, she summoned her courage and entered the room. To say the least, it would be one of the most opulent rooms she would ever enter. White marble, complimented by purple drapes and carpeting gave the room warmth next to the gold of the bed frame and wardrobe. Heck, she’d never seen a real bed before instead of sacks filled with hay.

To the side of the bed stood the king, in all his glory beckoning to Kristina to come closer. She obliged his request, bowing to him when she came close, as told by Trout. “You are wondering why I called you, no?” Spoke the King, in French of course.

“Yes, your majesty, I do wonder why you called me,” she replied in his tongue.

“Well, we saw your performance,” he said, gesturing to the priest behind him. “…And we think you might have what it takes to join an elite group of people who hunt down and destroy supernatural creatures, like Werewolves, and Vampires, and other things like that.”

“I’m sorry,” Kris spoke. “I thought you said stuff like Werewolves actually exist.”

“I’m afraid they do,” the priest said. “In fact, they are more predominate then you might expect. The thing is, a lot of them live amongst humans, endangering good, innocent people.”

“Really? So, you want me to join this group of people that hunt down supernatural creatures? I’m not sure I can, after all, I’ve never handled a weapon before.”

“They would train you,” spoke the King. “They would not let you go out on a hunt unless you proved you were prepared.”

“I don’t know…” Kristina pondered.

“Please,” replied the priest. “Give it some thought, at least.”

“Alright,” she replied. “I’ll give it some thought. I’ll talk to you again before we leave.”

*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*/\/\/\*

Eventually, she agreed to undergo training to become a Demon Hunter. She rationalised that it would be a good way to serve mankind instead of entertaining them. After an emotional set of goodbyes to her troupe, to which she promised she would perform with should she ever run into them again, she left for Italy to train for the task ahead.

The instructors, although kind and heeding her request for teaching in English, did not let anything go unpunished. Harsh discipline accompanied her long training sessions, toughening her. For ten years, despite being ready to go on her first mission, the bosses kept her back because of her sex. However, after much persuasion, they granted her permission to go out into the world, giving her a bow and dagger since she trained using those two weapons.

For her first assignment, she had to track down and kill a monster kidnapping young women in eastern Germany. Using herself as bait for the creature, which turned out to be a King Giglameth Spider, she found the captive women. Freeing herself from the creature’s grasp, she engaged it in combat, eventually killing it by figuring out its webbing, in addition to its body, was extremely flammable. All in all, out of the twelve women captured, eleven survived, Kris having arrived too late to save one of them.

After proving her prowess to her superiors, she received permission to engage in hunts as she saw fit, no longer being bound by assignments and deadlines. Indeed, she found this freedom most relaxing, now she could travel, make money, and help mankind. Now thirty years old, some people give her odd looks, but otherwise, she enjoys her lifestyle and wouldn’t have it any other way.

~Battles and Roleplays~
White Eyes - Complete!
Across the Open Blue - Canceled?
Seperation Anxiety - In Progress

(Blue text was written by Lisa)

Name: Lisa Azire Morrison
Age: 21
Gen- Sex: Female
Race: Human
Hair: Knee-length, Multiple colours fading down in the following order: Blue, White, Yellow, Orange, Red.
Eyes: Gold
Weight: 150lbs (70kg)
Height: 5’10” (1.7M)
Birth Date: May 20

“Official” Weapons: None

Armour: None

Strengths: Inventive and creative, Lisa can quickly find a way out of nearly any situation presented to her. This is obvious to people who know her because of her numerous inventions and her rather unique view of the world. Each one of her inventions have specific uses and disadvantages, but the sheer number of them she has on-hand can leave any opponent guessing just what she has up her sleeve. However, even if Lisa finds herself without any inventions, she finds a way to utilise any objects in the area.

Physically speaking, Lisa isn’t exactly the strongest person around. However, one should never underestimate her, despite her unique appearance. She is actually rather swift on her feet, but not at the level of an Olympic athlete. Furthermore, despite all evidence to the contrary, Lisa possesses a mean right hook, often knocking out the average person in one throw to the head. However, she has to be really angry or aggravated in order to summon that much strength.

When pitted against someone she knows will win the fight, despite her inventions and swiftness, Lisa has a number of tricks. Usually, she’ll feign reluctance, saying that someone hired her to try and kill them, or just to stall them for a while. In other circumstances, she’ll pretend to plead for her life, but only if the person looks merciful. If all else fails, however, she’ll use one of her inventions to open a dimensional rift, and escape.

(You forgot my fabled typing speed, you jerk. I can type 15,000 words in a minute, or 250 words per second! ^.^)

(Shut up! They’re trying to read!)

Weaknesses: Somewhat living in her own world has major disadvantages. For instance, she may find herself too distracted to notice someone lurking in the bushes, poised to strike. In the past, this has resulted in many near kidnappings. Furthermore, she has a knack for getting people to dislike her for a verity of reasons. Sadly, she doesn’t seem to learn much from these kinds of mistakes because she deems them ‘unnecessary’ to her life.

Aside from that, Lisa is completely human, and thus bound by human limitations such as speed, strength and intelligence. Living in a world full of technology, she has no defence against magic. Moreover, without her glasses, she is near-sighted, meaning she can only see close objects and people, leaving everything else in a blur. More then that, she doesn’t believe in magic in the first place, meaning any mage can throw her off guard very easily.

(Yeah, yeah, perfectly human. Blah, blah, blah, blah, we get it!)

Inventions:

Laser Pen – Disguised as a harmless, ballpoint pen to the casual observer, this seemingly normal pen emits a wide verity of laser beams. Within the frame of the pen sits the important ink cartridge for the pen to write with. However, surrounding the cartridge, taking up nearly ninety percent of the interior, are the circuits and mechanisms that create and regulate the laser.

Hidden knobs on the outside of the pen control the various wavelengths that determine the devices’ power, duration, and if it emits heat, or visible light. With these knobs, Lisa can use the pen for anything from a laser pointer, to a laser cutter, to even a Blaster that can cause extensive damage to a ten cubic foot area. However, prolonged use of the pen could cause it to overheat, or at worse meltdown resulting in an explosion equivalent to one hundred sticks of dynamite.

X-ray Glasses – Embedded in the frames of her glasses lies a testament to micro-technology. Although Lisa calls them her x-ray glasses, they can also detect inferred heat, electronic pulses, radio waves, and radiation. However, all the embedded technology does nothing to increase the resistance in her glasss, so if they break, she effectively has to make a new system from scratch.

(You forgot to mention how stylish they are. =3)

Universal Translator – Without a doubt, this is one of the more complex systems Lisa has to deal with. The main system itself is a small device about the size of an iPod Nano, with plugs to connect to a hands-free headset and to her glasses. The terminal, or main device, takes tiny cards that, once inserted into it, upload all the data. Then using a series of voice commands, she can set the languages and even the dialects. However, she must have a card containing the desired language, otherwise the device is useless.

Trans-Dimensional Gate – In this short list of all three hundred of Lisa’s inventions, the Trans-Dimensional Gate (D-Gate, or TDG for short) is the only one she does not carry on her. It’s appearance, and function is very similar to those of the Stargate series, since it is where she got the idea in the first place. By searching out for different dimensional frequencies, the gate can link the home frequency and destination frequency by aligning certain parts of the individual frequency in harmony. However, if the machine can’t achieve perfect harmony, the gate becomes unstable, at best.

Remote Trans-Dimensional Gate – Also known as the RTDG, or the Mobile Gate, it operates on the same principle as the TDG, but in a small, compact form embedded into Lisa’s digital wristwatch. However, unlike its homebound cousin, the Mobile Gate is far more delicate and less likely to produce a perfectly stable gate. Moreover, unless going back to her home dimension, travel is really a toss of the dice, with a 75% chance of accessing the desired dimension.

Genetic Pills – Created in a convenient, easy to swallow format, these genetic pills are directly responsible for Lisa’s unique hair colours, and eye colour. The pill works in two stages; the first stage tricks the white blood cells into thinking the new DNA is not a foreign entity that faces destruction. The second stage erases the old DNA and replaces it with the new in every single blood cell in the body.

Needless to say, the entire process takes a lot of time to complete, so she cannot simply digest a pill and instantly grow wings. Instead, there is a delay of about a week between digestion of the pill and full results. During that time, the effects of the pill will manifest slowly to assure a painless transformation.

Anti-Gravity Shoes – How do you counter-act the annoying effects of gravity in a compact and stylish manner? Why, with Lisa’s Anti-Gravity Shoes (AGS) you too can experience the effects of weightlessness in you own backyard! By using the earth’s own magnetic field against it, you can hover and stand on the spot, or fly up to one hundred and fifty miles per hour! However, the shoes have a limited battery life of about three hours before you need to turn them off and give them a rest, usually around four hours.

(Lisa, don’t do that again!)

(What? It was getting boring, so I decided to spice it up. Is that a crime? Now hurry and get to the personality section, and stop having smex with my profile!)

(-_-)

Hyper-Dimensional Backpack – Permanently keyed into an empty dimension, Lisa’s Backpack (HDBP) can store a limitless amount of items within. However, the item must be able to fit into the open bag in the first place, so she cannot stuff in anything bigger, like a car, much to her disdain. Unlike the Mobile and Dimensional Gate, the HDPB has a 100% success rate of harmonising with the adjacent dimension, but if the device that allows the transfer breaks, then the items cannot be used.

Shrink Ray – A fluffy and cute anime rabbit head on Lisa’s key chain conceals a device most fowl to those on the wrong end. Pressing down on the left eye causes the electric currents responsible for molecular shrinkage to shoot from the space between the ears, causing the person to shrink. Inversely, pressing the right eye can bring the target back to their normal height, but they cannot exceed it. Which is rather lame because I’ve always wanted to crush some houses.

G.B Pills – Although the full name is ‘Gender-Bending Pill’, Lisa lovingly calls it the G.B Pill to confuse her enemies until the last second. Basically, they function much like the Genetic Pills, but have an instant effect that only lasts about twenty-four hours. By changing the chromosomes, and accelerating the process via chemical injection, the person can swap genders, rather painfully in about ten minutes. Keep in mind this isn’t an actual weapon. Lisa only uses it as a humiliation tactic.

(It works most of the time though! ^_^)

(Stuff it. I’m not going to tell you again. >_<)

Teleportation Device – A microchip inserted deep in Lisa’s brain can pull off a very amazing feat of technology. By simply thinking of a place within her sight, she can teleport to it. The chip itself bends the fabric of space, creating a vacuum to allow a single step on Lisa’s part to lead her, at maximum, twenty miles away. (I know, it rocks, doesn’t it?) However, the device, if used more then once an hour, can cause headaches ranging in severity depending on how far she travels each time.

Healing Cream – Available in a toothpaste-like white tube, the white cream inside has many uses. As the name suggests, the cream will heal wounds, however, it is limited in that it can only heal external wounds like cuts and bruises. However, internal wounds, diseases, and most magically inflicted wounds and injuries render the cream powerless to do anything. If ingested, the cream can neutralise most orally taken poisons; however, it causes the person to vomit uncontrollably until all the cream is out of their stomach.

Ronin – Unlike most of Lisa’s inventions, this high-calibre, compact machine gun has no disguise. However, it’s compact size allows it to still go with her in her bag, or purse, or anything else that needs protection from would-be thieves. Shooting over 15 rounds per second, for a maximum of ten seconds, the Ronin can turn a robber into Swiss cheese in near the blink of an eye. However, it is prone to overheating and jamming on the rare occasion.

Deep Blue – When all else fails, and survival depends on more then just her weapons, Lisa always has at least one more ace up her sleeve. If this highly potent poison enters the blood stream via a gash in the skin, it can render the victim paralysed after two and a half minutes, and possibly dead after ten minutes, depending on their natural virility. Since is has no effect unless inserted through a cut, Lisa wears it on her fingernails, disguised as nail polish. Then, with a simple scratch, the poison will enter their bloodstream and take effect.

(I call it Deep Blue to confuse people, plus I think it sounds cool. I can be quite a dirty fighter if I have to be. All you male characters better remember that. ;3)

(*Sighs and ties her down, applying duct tape over her mouth* Finally! Peace!)

ReBreather – Whenever Lisa has to stay underwater for longer then she can hold her breath, this cool little invention will let her stay down nearly indefinitely. The device looks a lot like a sausage that goes into her mouth sideways. One end takes in the water, filtering the particles into clean air, while the other takes the carbon dioxide and passes it into the water. In the middle is a microphone to allow for communication between two or more parties.

However, the device has no change on the pressure surrounding her body, so she has a depth limit to which she can dive unaided.

Invisibility Belt – As much as the name suggest, the belt Lisa usually wears, although normal to the casual eye, can render her invisible for a total of one hour before needing to get recharged. By pressing a small and inconspicuous button on the buckle, it renders invisibility due to a special magnetic field it emits. This field is so powerful it can deflect rays and waves of light, causing a warping in space that allows one to see past the space, but unable to detect its exact location. However, if the belt comes into contact with salt water, it will short out.

Transportation: (Maybach Exelero)

By far one of the most unique automobiles in the world, there are only two in existence: Lisa’s and the original prototype. Coming to a price of around $8 Million, this car is by far the single most expensive thing her entire family owns, aside from the family home. Because of it’s countless modifications, she has no trouble driving it in the snow, mud, dirt, or other conditions no other person would think of putting a luxury car through.

Appearance



(Bow down to insaney’s insane photoshopping skills! =B)

Performance

Lisa’s prized car has a V12 Twin Turbo engine, modified to take HPUB as a fuel source instead of conventional gasoline. Acceleration from 0 to 60 MPH is exactly 4.4 seconds, meaning that when she hits the pedal, her passengers will feel it. Without the aid of any enhancements, her car is capable of a top speed of 218 MPH (351 KM/H), which is, quite frankly, bit*hin’. Oh, and don’t forget the fuel economy. With the aid of HPUB the car gets roughly 1,000,000 miles per gallon, I think. >_> Never really tested it out.

(Argh! Will you stop that? How’d you get free anyway?)

(I was just adding stuff you forgot. Jeez. *Rolls her eyes* That’s for me to know and you to never find out. =P)

Abilities/Alterations

Tactical Missiles – These compact, but lethal ten-pack of missiles are stored in a cavity on the roof of the cab. Angling upward, they reveal themselves just as they blast forward. Since these missiles are so specialised, Lisa made them herself. Each one can lock onto heat, light, electromagnetic, and even radio waves, depending on the current situation, and Lisa’s needs. However, these missiles have a range limited to about 5 miles, each exploding once they get that far away automatically.

Armour Plating – Now, naturally, when you’re shooting stuff at people, they’re going to shoot back. So, for this eventuality, I stripped the old body off my car and replaced it with a curious metal called ‘Chrome Dextrose.’ Initially lightweight and mouldable, once it sets, it isn’t going anywhere. The plating can stop every kind of bullet, and most tank shells without visible damage appearing, however, it will crack after a few /lot/ of strikes.

Remote Starter/Caller – Linked on the same key chain as her Shrink Ray, the remote car starter, and remote car caller can work in unison, or independently. The starter works like the starters in most modern cars, just point and press a button. However, the caller can summon the car via radio waves and GPS to Lisa form almost any location. The car then navigates due to the onboard computer and finds the fastest route to her, sometimes negating fences and buildings though. If the remote is broken, then these features become inaccessible.

Flight Mode – Pressing the red button on the car’s shifter causes two jet engines to pop out above the rear wheels of the car, each propelling the car to speeds rivalling a passenger jet. Wings spread form the undercarriage, allowing the car to lift off the ground as the tail forms from the rear bumper, allowing the car to remain stable while in flight. In this mode, Lisa’s car has a max ceiling of 50,000 feet and a maximum speed of 800 knots, about the speed of a 747.

Sailing Mode – Pressing the blue button on the car’s shifter causes the tires to retreat into the body while hatches underneath rapidly inflate a large skirt-like balloon. Then, out of the trunk pops a large fan, capable of driving the car forward at about 30 knots across even rough seas. While in this mode, even if the car sinks, no air will enter the cabin due to the air-tight seal and air filters, allowing it to stay underwater indefinitely until it can literally drive up to land.

HPUB Jet Engines – Much like flight mode, only without the wings and the tail fins at the rear, the engines pop out above the rear wheels when the white, centre button on the shifter is depressed. Together, the twin engines accelerate the car almost to the speed of sound. Naturally, this is useful for when Lisa finds herself on the run from the police, or other people.

Autopilot – It’s so simple to explain that it’s stupid. All I have to do is say ‘autopilot’, then the address, or my destination. It works in conjunction with my computer and a network of GPS satellites to pinpoint, and select the fastest route to the destination. It even accounts for factors like traffic and weather. ^_^

Neon Light/Tinted Headlights – At the press of a button on the console, red glass slides in behind the regular fixture for the headlights, tinting it a blood read colour. At the same time, neon lights on the undercarriage illuminate the ground in a golden glow. These features usually allow the car to blend right in with the underground racing circuits, where Lisa likes to blow off steam when she isn’t inventing, or travelling.

Aesthetic Nano Bots –Working in conjunction with her laptop, millions of nano bots covering the surface of the car react to her wishes, changing the colour and styling of the car at the drop of a hat. Normally, she only uses them while on the run, or wishing to blend in to a certain crowd, usually to collect data of some kind for experimentation. Ninety percent of the time, however, she keeps the car at its usual appearance.

Smoke Screen – Taken straight from James Bond movies, the Smoke Screen allows Lisa to make a quick escape by blinding her chasers with smoke. Coming out of the muffler, the organic, non-polluting smoke pours out as she speeds along, making a thick trail of smoke that blinds her pursuers. If it gets into the eyes, it will cause blindness for a few minutes, forcing them to slow down, or surely crash.

Oil Slick – Again made of organic components, the ‘oil’ slick causes pursuers to slip and slide as though they were driving on ice. Located directly underneath the trunk, the storage tank can only hold a few gallons of the slick before running out, which means she has to use it tactically and sparingly if she wishes to make her escape.

Twin Machine Guns – Springing out in place of the headlights, these duel machine guns can carve through most armour plating. Firing over 1300 rounds per second, the machine guns are by far the most used features on Lisa’s car. Also, they can swivel in their frames, allowing for even greater range, accuracy and damage! =P

Other Items:

iPhone (modified) – Imbedded with technology of Lisa’s own design, the only real difference between it and a regular iPhone is that Lisa’s black and blue-flamed version (to match my car) can create a holographic projection of whatever she desires at a maximum distance of three hundred feet. Most of the time, she uses it to scare people in the past with visions of tanks, or huge dragons, much to her amusement. Beyond that, all she really ever uses it for is that feature, and talking/texting her friends, since she has her laptop for everything else.

Mainframe – Named after the city in one of her favourite shows when she was a kid, this small computer packs enough processing power to make a modern supercomputer look like a basic calculator in comparison. Utilising basic Quantum technology, Mainframe, with Lisa at the keyboard, can hack into level 10 security firewalls in less than ten seconds. (Level 10 being the strongest brands of firewalls, usually reserved for military and government databases.) Moreover, from this small terminal runs most of the computing power and data of her laboratory. Literally thousands of programs, from machine operation protocols to storing whole segments of a creature’s DNA, reside in the lightweight 10”x15”x1” leviathan.

Lisa is currently working on a revolutionary Artificial Intelligence for Mainframe.

Personality:
~* Dr. Jack Tyler, Lisa’s Psychiatrist, was kind enough to submit the following statement. *~

Any attempt to summarise Ms Morrison’s personality and mannerisms in a few short paragraphs is foolhardy, to say the least. Never in my twenty years of work have I ever seen such a complex, yet at the same time, simple woman like her. For the last five years, she’s come to see me monthly, due in part to a court order from an incident involving a priest and ‘rocket trousers.’ Over this time, I’ve had the absolute privilege to meet such a smart, witty, and beautiful woman like her. She truly is a goddess in human form, and I’d gladly give up everything I have for her.

(Dammit, Lisa! Stop twisting people’s words, or I’ll make your future life in the BA miserable. >_<)

However, I will not go into those details, since I hypothesis they’ll be included in this file of her life, inventions, and whatnot. First of all, I must go into her self-motto, ‘Life ain’t worth living if you aren’t having fun.’ On the surface, this could prove benign and simply implying that she’s a fun-loving individual. Well, that is true, however, the methods she uses to achieve her ‘fun’ can be ludicrous, dangerous, and even outright illegal at times.

Overall, Ms Morrison is actually kind, and considerate of others, when she isn’t bored. Performing experiments on herself rather then other people or animals is a great form of evidence to support my statement. Of these experiments, she’s nearly died as a result of complications at least a dozen times, and counting. Outside of her lab, Ms Morrison is quite sociable, talking with peers, and commoners alike until she grows to dislike them. Then, she ignores them, or pesters them to see what kind of reaction she invokes.

Natural curiosity is one of the driving forces in her life. Always, she wants to know the why, how, when, etc. This can lead her into unwelcomed trouble, yet she comes through without much difficulty. However, she’ll do anything to satisfy this curiosity, from stealing a person’s car, to saving their life from certain doom.

This chaotic underlying nature can make her hard to predict, yet at the same time easy for a trained professional such as myself. When push comes to shove, and the situation doesn’t hinge on normal behaviour, one can expect the opposite from the social norms from Lisa. Of course, this isn’t a constant, it all depends on if she’s bored or not, as well as if she likes the aforementioned party, if one is present.

(Can I at least write SOME of the appearance section?)

(Fine, just don’t touch the personality anymore.)

When it comes to matters of creativity, all of Lisa’s good qualities usually go flying out the window. In her mind, her idea of a masterpiece, or bad art, is absolute and anyone who disagrees is immediately wrong, stupid, and uncultured. If the individual gets angry and starts insulting her, she’ll send it right back with acidity and malice I’ve yet to see in another individual. Sometimes, Ms Morrison will even go to extremes to silence, or humiliate the ‘wrong’ person, sometimes nearly killing them in the process.

The above becomes especially intense if one insults her inventions, lifestyle, or anything else about her. Yet, she doesn’t have a short temper. Most of the time, her anger is just frustration, or even acting. I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure to see her angry before. Needless to say, the physical and mental scaring still have not healed, and I doubt they ever will.

When she gets into a fight, all her former politeness (or lack, thereof) becomes a distant memory. She’ll throw insults, names, and herself wildly at her attacker. Of course, she knows when to back off and start using her head a little more if her little physical strength can’t get the job done. Lisa will plot, plan, lay traps, and even choose inventions to use at that stage, most of the time leading to great success. However, if all else fails, she’ll give up the fight, feigning reluctance to fight to begin with, if the situation warrants it.

Saving this point for last, I must bring to attention Lisa’s sexual orientation. In most instances, she is rather loud and proud about being bisexual. The only exception to this instance is if she is in a hostile area, or situation, in which case she pretends to be straight. She constantly shows this off by flirting in alternation with my secretary and myself. Of course, she knows better then to follow through most of the time.

In closing, Lisa is, as I’ve said repeatedly, a contradiction unto herself. If I had to place her in a single category in a good/evil stance, I’d have to place her as a Chaotic Neutral, meaning she doesn’t abide by the conventions of either side, and can switch sides at the drop of a hat. The ultimate free spirit, if you will. However, her intentions are usually for the best, and very rarely does she mean any lasting harm to come to those she doesn’t hate with every fibre of her being.

Appearance:

As a little girl, Lisa dreamed of having long, flowing hair like princesses in several of her favourite movies. She’s kept to that dream but letting it get down as far as her knees before she decided it was long enough for her. Keeping the cut as straight as possible, the hair starts out as a vivid red at the ends, and slowly changes colour in accordance to the colour of stars from coolest (red) to hottest (blue). Although, trying to keep dirt, oil, and other foreign particles out of the hair usually requires a lot of maintenance, especially if she decides to go camping.

Her once cold hazel eyes are now a stunning gold after some experiments with genetic manipulation. At first, she wanted to go back to hazel, but after a week or so, she fell in love with the unique and bright colour. In front of her eyes is a pair of small, circular glasses. The frames are a little on the thick side, giving her a ‘librarian’ or ‘book worm’ charm. However, she has to keep the frames thick so she could jam all the equipment into them, namely the x-ray vision, translator, heat sensors, maps, and a whole list of other features. Overall, she has a fairly circular face with a warm smile on it most of the time.

Lisa is very much her mother’s daughter, having inherited a rather attractive body from the former supermodel. However, she sometimes hates having such a figure because it attracts ‘stupid people’, ‘morons’, and just general hormone-crazed *******s. Furthermore, outside of those times, she very comfortable with herself and likes to keep up a healthy exercise regime to keep in shape.

When it comes to clothing, Lisa generally just doesn’t care. She’ll wear stuff from the most expensive tailors in the world, down to stuff from the bargain bin, so long as it suits her taste. Normally, she’ll wear jeans and a T-shirt, but will switch it for a sweater in the colder months, or tank tops in the summer months. Sometimes in summer, outside of the school uniform, she’ll wear a skirt of varying length. However, one thing that stays constant is that she always wears sandals. The only variation to this is in winter when she’ll wear socks and sandals together. However, when forced, she’ll wear ‘ladylike’ shoes.

Her school uniform is typical of most private schools. Much to her disdain, Lisa is required to wear a long, blue and green plaid skirt all year long with black stockings underneath. Up top, the uniform requires a white dress shirt, school tie (dark blue with the school crest near the bottom) and a blue blazer overtop, also with the crest on it. Now, the most hated thing to Lisa about the uniform is that she is required to wear her hair in a tight ponytail due to its length. Black, high-heeled shoes complete the uniform.

When it comes to accessories like make up and jewellery, Lisa tends to mix and match depending on situations. While in public, she’ll wear silver earrings, both shaped like stars, and a pendant that is also a music box, which plays a calming, tune whenever she opens it. For makeup, she wears a little bit of blush, and some eye shadow, but not enough of it for someone to notice too much. However, while performing experiments, she won’t wear any jewellery or makeup in case they interfere with the results.

(Hey! You didn’t let me write much of it, you lying ass! >_<)

(With your track record, you’re lucky to even be reading it, never mind adding stuff or editing.)

Biography:

Born on May 20th, 2704, Lisa Azire Morrison became the fourth child born to Tyler and Elizabeth Morrison. Right from the start, the world pegged Lisa as the next in line to a long history of greatness in the arts, like acting or music. Well, they’d be right, but never in a way they would imagine. The brown-haired, hazel-eyed girl that rested in her mother’s arms would walk a different path: a path of science and invention, despite having some skills in some of her families’ traits.

For the first six, or so years of her life, Lisa had to live in some very big shadows. Her mother and father were the top actors of the day, her mother also known as a former supermodel and her father as a musician. The oldest brother, Brian, shared that fame with them in addition to a great talent playing the Piano. Her other brother, Charles, excelled in the visual arts like sculpting and paints. Meanwhile, her older sister, Maria, held a passion for modelling in addition to a singing voice so beautiful that it could make ogres weep.

Although Lisa showed prowess in writing music, singing, and acting, all her efforts for attention were overshadowed by her other family members, leaving her nothing to claim as her own. In dismay, she resigned herself to a life of animosity, burying it under a cheery disposition Her personality formed during this confusing time, hence her somewhat chaotic nature. Now, don’t get the wrong idea; her parents and siblings loved her very much, and praised her for her efforts, but she felt as if she’d just been rehashing things that they’ve already done.

With nothing else to occupy her time, besides fruitless attempts at recognition, when the time came for Lisa to go to school, she chose to occupy herself with studying. Although she studied a lot, she never had spectacular grades, mostly because she couldn’t seem to focus very well on a subject. Her teachers began to worry she had an Attention Deficit Disorder of some kind, and informed her parents.

Naturally, her parents became concerned for her well being, spotting this her lack of attention a couple of years ago, but chalked it up to her age. At the age of seven, they sent her to see a personal friend of the family: Dr. Artimus Karol, an inventor. They hoped he would find a way to keep her attention sharp, but without the use of drugs. Little did they know, on that rainy Saturday morning, that they would alter the course of her life with the simple visit.

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Lisa walked through the threshold of the large, wooden doors that led into Dr. Karol’s house. It wasn’t nearly as big as their house, but it still managed to make the rich little girl feel small by comparison. In fact, had it not been the firm grip of her daddy’s hand holding her own, she probably wouldn’t have gone in at all.

The house was a strange and new place to her as she slowly took off her pink raincoat, the water on it reflecting the light of the candelabra at the foot of the stairs. It smelled funny and there were pictures of old men and ladies each of them standing near a weird object with pride. The foyer looked rather shoddy; wires running up the stairs haphazardly, some funny-looking spills on the walls, and markings that, if she had done that at home, would make her mommy snap.

Obviously, he had very little time to clean, and her mommy kept referring to him as ‘a lazy, listless housekeeper’. Speaking of, she hadn’t seen one wandering around at all. Usually, a butler or a maid would greet them at every other house she visited, but not this one. Were they all on vacation? Being a child of privilege, she’d never heard of people living without maids, and butlers, cooks, and mechanics, so she couldn’t understand why he, apparently, didn’t have any.

The fact of the matter was that Dr. Karol wasn’t rich or famous, he’d simply acquired a run-down house out of a Will and used it as his home and laboratory. In fact, he was a bit of a maverick, attempting banned experiments such as reviving the dead and such. Even his appearance screamed ‘maverick’, although, to the young Lisa it screamed ‘scary’.
“Morning Tyler, morning ‘Liz,” came the voice of Dr. Karol as he emerged from a doorway at the top of the stairs. “Sorry it took me so long to get here, but I was busy with an experiment.” He smiled as he approached them. However, Lisa quickly hid behind her mommy’s leg, scared and intimidated by the strange old man.

Artimus noticed her fright and quickly lowered his voice from its usual piercing volume. “I see you brought along little Lisa, eh? I must say, she certainly looks a lot like toy, ‘Liz,” he smiled. “No need to be afraid, I won’t hurt you. After all, I’m a friend of your mommy and daddy.” He crouched down and offered his hand, knowing that young children responded positively to this behaviour, through research.

Although still a little scared, Lisa reached forward and quickly shook his hand, trusting him a little more, but still pretty shy around him. He heard him make a comment about her being cute, which lifted her spirits a little, as they made their way into his living room.

Much like the rest of the house, it looked as though he took little care to maintain it. Funny little tubes, books, and papers littered every available surface, meaning he had to shift some of them in order for his guests to sit. “Sorry about the mess, but I forgot you were coming,” he smiled coyly.

The rest of their conversation reached deaf ears, as she was not interested in any boring business the grown-ups had. Instead, she amused herself by picking through all of the book and files when they weren’t looking, hardly understanding anything in them. Defeated, she sat herself back down on the couch and resumed being bored out of her little mind.

About an hour, or an eternity, of mindless chatter later, the three adults agreed that Lisa could use some tutoring. Seeing as how Dr. Karol was a friend of the family, he agreed, with Lisa’s permission, to tutor her, even though she had no idea what a ‘tutor’ was.

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As the weeks passed, Artimus began to realise Lisa didn’t suffer from an attention disorder. She just read through the books that her teacher gave her, then felt no need to pay attention in class. The only reason she didn’t get higher marks was simply a matter of memorisation… until he came up with a way to end that once and for all.

One day, during one of their summer sessions in preparation for the next year, he brought down a rather large, clunky machine from his room, placing it on the table in front of Lisa. “What’s that, Arty?” She asked, by now adjusted and calm around him.

“It was my very first invention, Lisa,” he replied. “It helps your brain absorb every bit of information in a book, and stores it permanently in your mind.”

“Neat!” Lisa shouted, jumping in her chair in excitement. “Can I try it?”

Artimus laughed. “Of course you can try it. If you like it, I’ll give it to you, and that’ll make your grades go higher.”

Lisa squealed in delight. “You’re going to give it to me? Wow, that’s nice of you, Arty!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she put the helmet on. “How do I make it go?”

“Well, it’s very easy…” He then begun to give her a brief tutorial on how to work the machine, explaining that if she put in a big book, she might get a headache, but other then that, the machine was perfectly safe. As the machine charged up, Lisa felt a little nervous, but as the information from the text book they were using seeped into her head, she figured she could get used to it.

“Well, now that everything is on, I have another surprise for you,” Artimus spoke. “Pop Quiz!”

Lisa groaned as a pencil and the sheet of paper were placed in front of her, all of his pop quizzes frustratingly hard and complex. Reluctantly, she got to work on the problems, burning through the questions like no one’s business, much to her surprise. Indeed, for once Artimus finished marking it, the quality of his invention hit home. “Well done, Lisa. You got One-Hundred percent, not that I’m surprised,” he said with pride.

“O-o-one hundred!?” Lisa asked, astonished before giving a little squeal of delight.

Needless to say, she gladly accepted the Book Scanner for him as a present and a memento of their long hours of studying.

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Seasons came and went, but her grades stayed high ever since she came into possession of the Book Scanner. By now, Lisa had just entered the pangs of puberty and all it entailed. As the roller coaster of hormones rushed through her system, she felt a yearning for more then good marks. There is no scientific name for it, although many call it ‘The Inventor’s Itch’, the thing that drives many people to create the things of their dreams. Sadly, most never realise them.

However, Lisa had the Book Scanner, and her family had literally TONS of disposable income at their fingertips. With much persuasion, she managed to convince her parents to get a lab built under the basement of the house, so that she could work in peace. The bespecled girl spent hours in the lab as it neared completion, advising the construction workers because she absorbed a book about building codes some months ago.

Her first years of inventing in her new lab were rocky, at best. In fact, she came to know the members of the local fire hall on a first-name basis. Most of her early inventions were stuff to convenience her, such as an invisibility belt to help her sneak up on people, or toning the muscles in one of her arms to give people a good, hard punch if they deserved it.

The more she invented, the more she found herself in love with sciences like chemistry, metallurgy, astronomy, genetics, and a myriad of other disciplines and fields of study. However, the more she learned, the more she began to feel like a copy of everyone else in the world. Even if it was jump-started by someone else, here she had a passion and flare for invention. Why not show it off and be different from everybody else?

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Around the age of thirteen, Lisa discovered the wonderful medium of Anime and Manga. Instantly, she fell in love with the style, the art, and the characters… but mostly what made them so unique: their hair and eye colours. How she dreamed characters like that could be real, yet she lacked the technology to make her dream a reality. It would take a technological giant in order to tackle the complexities of the human genome and isolate where the code for hair and eye colour came from.

She immediately began research on genetics with a greater enthusiasm, and the theory behind quantum mechanics to gain the computing power necessary. After over a year of research and study, she could begin.

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She stood outside the door of the living room, nervous and apprehensive. She hated asking her father for favours, because Charlie, Brian and Maria asked for so much all the time. Heck, for Christmas Brian asked for a $100-million yacht, Charlie a Roller coaster, and Maria a giant plasma screen TV. Of course, that may work in her favour because she never specifically asked for anything.

Still, Lisa took a deep breath as she stepped beyond the threshold, into the living room. She wasn’t asking for much, by comparison, but it would still be somewhat substantial. Standing behind him, she made her presence know by giving a small cough.

“Hey Lis’, what can I do for you?” He smiled. Tyler knew when his kids wanted something, usually he’d cave, because he was a big softie, but if it were too absurd, he’d put his foot down.

“Uh… I was just wondering…” She started out slowly, “If I could have some money for a laptop.”

“That’s it? No Orbital laser of doom?” He joked, laughing a little.

She giggled a little at his corny joke, savouring the times he was working on a comedy. “No, no, nothing like that. Just any old, reasonably up-to-date laptop.”

“Are you sure?” He replied.

“Sure as my middle name is ‘Azire’, yes.”

Her spirits rose when she saw him reach into his wallet, pulling out about five thousand dollars. “Here you go, kiddo,” he smiled; obviously pleased it was something cheap. She took his money gratefully, hugging him behind his back and planting a small kiss on his cheek in thanks. The stores were still open, so she’d get one of the drivers to take her to the mall to get her new computer. She pocketed the money and went straight to the door.

In total, the trip to the mall and back only took her about two hours, mostly because she was picky about what kind of computer to buy from the store. Eventually, she settled on a sleek, sliver little number that she would soon forget the type. It wouldn’t matter because she was basically going to rip it apart anyway. After many days of struggle turmoil, and a couple of visits from the fire fighters later, she emerged from her lab with the first quantum computer ever: Mainframe.

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Everything was finally ready to go. She had the computing power to decode her DNA quickly, and she had all the knowledge on genetics she could scrounge up. Soon, her boring, brown hair and hazel eyes would be much more interesting. She had been thinking about what colours she wanted them for the past fortnight, unable to resist looking at pictures of Anime and Manga while she did, quickly coming to a decision.

She sighed uncomfortably as she wrapped the rubber surgical hose around her arm. She hated needles with a passion, but it would be the only way if she wanted the best results for her experiment. Poising the needle above a now visible vain, she closed her eyes and pushed it in, the feeling of being drained overcoming her other senses as she took a sampling of her blood.

Quickly rubbing the area down with a cotton ball, she applied a bandage to the wound. The painful part was over, but the hard part was only just beginning. Now she had to decode it and find the sequence that controlled her hair and eye colour, then tweak them the way she wanted.

It would take many months of trial, error, fires, and weird side effects in order to attain the desired results. At times, her task seemed impossible, but that only gave her the drive to continue, knowing she was on the verge of a breakthrough when she got the desired results, but with a small flaw in that whatever they touched caught on fire. God, the fire department must’ve thought she was a pyro, or something.

Alas, the day finally came to show off her new look, much to her jubilation and much to the confusion of everybody else. That morning, the reactions of her family would be only the most mild.

“Morning everyone,” she said casually, stretching her arms and yawning.

The usual grunts of acknowledgement came from her family, disheartening the fourteen-year old Lisa as she dug into her cereal. If they hadn’t noticed, nobody else would. Defeated, she packed her bags and went to wait for the limo to school.

As per the usual, the day passed without incident. Boring class after boring class went by, although she heard murmurs in the halls: always a good sign. It wouldn’t be until lunchtime that her suspicions would be confirmed.

“Hey, Lisa,” spoke Alice, one of her friends from the Anime club. “You’ve got to tell me where you got the dye and the coloured lenses!”

“Wrong on both counts,” she replied. “They’re completely natural. Genetic manipulation and such.”

The lunchroom stopped.

Everyone knew Lisa was a little weird and extravagant, but no one ever dreamed her little experiments could do stuff like that. In fact, many didn’t. However, she would prove them wrong when her friend would ask for green hair that day, only to walk in with emerald green hair the next week. Soon, students lined up around the block to experience this marvel of genetic manipulation for themselves, all meeting happy results.

“Lisa, what on earth happened to you!?” Her father asked when she walked in the door that day.

“Nothing dad, I was tired of being another face in the crowd, so I altered my genes to give me these hair and eyes,” she smiled. The reaction on her father, and the rest of the family’s face, would be something she’d remember until the day she died. At first, they’d jump every time they saw her, but as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks to months, they slowly came to warm up to her choice, thrilled she had the option to do it in the first place.

In fact, she quickly made a little business out of her genetic manipulations. Students and teachers alike would go to her and ask for things that would push her limits. Cat parts, eagle vision, and frog-like super jumping were just a few among other things that pushed, and broadened her capabilities, eventually cloning a Velociraptor she made more docile and named ‘Rex’.

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An event that would live on in infamy in Lisa’s life would be the event she refers to as the ‘Rocket Trousers Incident.’ She refuses to go into detail about it, but the long and the short of it is that she wanted to make the priest at church fly during one of his sermons. Sadly, the rockets exploded, badly burning his legs and sending him to the hospital. Naturally, no one in the congregation was especially pleased with her, so they sent her to the insane asylum to scare some sense into her.

The ploy worked, but it also scared her for life. Although they didn’t crush her spirit in any way, shape, or form, the succeeded in making her think about her actions and the possible consequences before acting upon them. Now she’s no longer as reckless, but still prone to jump into a situation.

(There, I let you write a section of your biography. Happy?)

(Muchly =3)

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Many people say that high school is the best time of one’s life. Others disagree and say it is actually the worst. However, they’re both wrong; it’s all a matter of one’s perspective. For Lisa, it would be just another chapter in her life, as both good and bad cancelled each other out, to simple make a period of confusion, and teenage angst.

It all began in the first year, where she revived her business of genetic modifications and selling them to students and faculty members alike. However, some of the more opinionated, religious students fought against her work, sometimes violently, and even took her to court for potentially harmful services. Due to the school’s religion-neutral stance, they allowed her to continue operation, but disallowed her the privilege to actively advertise her services for the sake of the religious students. To this day, Lisa suspects they only did this because of her family name.

Lisa would find herself in court again come midterms. For the whole year, the teachers suspected something, given her 100% average in all subject minus gym where she’d get 70’s and art where she averaged in the 80’s. Naturally, may suspected her of plagiarising other people’s work, some teachers going back as far as the second grade, when this streak began.

Naturally, she fought against the claims, under the fact that she ‘read’ and studied the textbooks. Her lawyers fought hard for her, but in the end, she had to present her beloved ‘Book Scanner’ as evidence. With it, and Dr. Karol’s testimony, Lisa was cleared of all charges, but forbidden from using it during the school year. The alternative was a lot worse, so she accepted the terms, reluctantly. In the end, her marks only slumped a little; down to about a 90 average by the time she graduated.

In the second year, Lisa became confused about her orientation. After a session of gym, she found herself aroused slightly by the sight of the other girls in the locker room, yet the attractive guys still turned her on. She confided in some of the friends she made in middle school that transferred with her, but they couldn’t offer much help since they either swung one way or the other.

It was also during this period that she began to hear rumours floating around town about her sister: Maria. Many people were calling her a whore, or a slut, or even worse. Since she was none the wiser, Lisa defended her older sister’s honour relentlessly, since she told her she wasn’t. However, he trust in her sister would forever be shaken when she stumbled upon her having sex with three guys in her room all at the same time. This drove her into even further confusion regarding her orientation.

During the third year, one of her friends from the Anime club, the very one who first noticed her hair and eyes, committed suicide. The forensic investigators attributed it to sexual abuse from her father, who was quickly charged and convicted of the crime. Saddened by the loss, Lisa fully closed down her genetic manipulation services, too depressed to continue.

However, some events later on in the year would raise her spirits considerably. Early in the first year, she met a young man by the name of Simon Halis, new money who’s parents struck it rich in the lottery, then invested in some smart companies. The two developed feeling for each other and started dating at the end of winter when he asked her to be his Valentine. Their relationship continued to grow, even up to the point where Lisa lost her virginity. However, fate would see to the end of a beautiful relationship. His parents decided to move to Mistalin, breaking them up in one cruel stroke.

During that time of sadness, Lisa developed feelings again, this time for a girl named Haley Jenkins. It never got to the level of her and Simon, not even close, but in it, Lisa discovered and broadcasted that she was Bisexual, meaning she liked both guys and girls equally. Although some of her friends cast her weird glances at first, they embraced her decision, must the same as her family, who took a little longer to adjust.

In the final year of her high school career, things began to settle down for her. The year was free of any bad or good notable events, aside from a couple more failed relationships, and the schools spring concert. In it, she finally showed some of her musical talent in front of students, faculty, and their families, receiving a standing ovation… partially because she was the last act in a four-hour concert.

In the end, Lisa Morrison graduated at the top of her class, but lost the valedictorian vote by a slim margin. Thinking back on it, she attributed it to the religious students who were still sore from the fiasco back in her first year. Instead, it went to some pompous ass that didn’t deserve it one bit. Alas, she ended her final day in high school with a bag, literally.

Meaning a fireworks display, or course. Sure, it probably wasn’t a good idea to do it in the gym, but it sure made for a fun time. Even better, not a single thing caught on fire.

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(Now the tale spins to an end, and I thank you, as the humble author for your patience thus far. Alas, there is but one more tale left to tell: How Lisa got her prized Maybach Excelero.)

(Finally!)

A deal, hammered out between Tyler, Elizabeth and all their children, would prove the fruit of the car’s origin. “When you turn eighteen and have your license, we will buy your first car, but only the first,” Lisa remember them saying as they walked through the auto show. Sure enough, she was eighteen and got her license about five weeks before.

She felt like a little kid in a candy store: all of the luxury car providers were there. Everything from Mercedes Benz, all the way up to Ferrari and Lamborghini, all on display for common folk and rich people alike to view and dream of.

“Alright then,” Lisa’s mother spoke. “You can all go and look at any of the cars, but if you buy one, you pay for it out of your own pocket.”

“Alright,” the quartet spoke at once.

“Lisa,” her father said to her. “When you find the car you want, just give me a ring on my phone.”

“Yes dad,” she replied happily, running off into the crowd, her laptop in tow, as always.

Every car looked so inviting, every interior so luxurious. However, she couldn’t find the one she wanted, not out of pickyness, but out of sheer choice presented to her. Her parents explicitly said earlier that she could have any car she wanted, any. With that kind of an option, she found herself, literally swamped in a sea of cars and people.

Towards the end of the day, she felt like she’d never find a car just for her, until an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

“Ladies and gentleman, the Maybach booth is now open, featuring the Maybach Excelero for your viewing pleasure.”

A booth that hadn’t opened? Well, it couldn’t hurt to check, seeing as how she’d scoured every other booth in the building and checked out the car’s statistics using Mainframe. She expected much the same as she sifted through the sea of people, eventually coming to the booth. What she saw standing in the middle of it would blow every other car she saw out of the water.

It was perfect: just the right design, moulded just the right way, and just the right statistics to suit her needs… until she modified it, of course. She immediately fell in love with it, despite the enormous price tag. Immediately, she pulled out her iPhone and dialled her dad’s number.

“Hi dad… yes I did… come and see, it’s at the Maybach Booth… see you in a few,” with that, she turned the phone off and continued to stare. Of course, her reaction was shared by a great many people who came as well, the man standing beside the car, obviously the CEO, beaming with pride.

Her father showed up a few minutes later, seeing the car she mentioned. He had to admit, she had good taste. Looking at her, she seemed too engrossed to notice, so he asked the nearest person at the booth. “I’m sorry,” he said. “The Excelero is only a concept car, and none are planned to be produced.”

Despite the murmur of the crowd, Lisa heard those words quite clearly. “What!?” She turned around to face him. “T-the only car I like in this whole show, and It’s… only a concept? Damn it!” She wanted to kick something, very, very badly, but restrained herself.

Seeing her disappointment and weighing the fact, he decided to press a little more. “What if I was willing to pay the amount needed to produce the car in the first place?”

The man looked stunned, not realising who he was talking to. “It costs $8-million, sir. I doubt you could, but if you want to, talk to the boss,” he said.

Giving him only a smile, Tyler turned to the man standing beside the car, and began chatting to him. Lisa couldn’t hear the words, because they were so far away, but she soon realised that he persuaded him to make it, since he came over to her and asked, “What colour would you like it in?”

She pondered for a moment, before looking at him, and replying, “Black, and if it isn’t too much of a bother, could you give it some blue flames?”

“Of course, Miss Morrison,” he smiled in reply.

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Six months, and a lot of time spent absorbing auto mechanic books later, her car was finally delivered to her, just in time to make a big entrance for her last year of high school. Towards the end of that school year, all the modifications were complete, turning the Supercar into an urban tank, essentially. The valets for the parking lot stopped joyriding in it when one of them fired off a missile and destroyed the local doughnut shop, however.

Needless to say, the police weren’t very happy with her, or her car. However, she managed to avoid charges by giving the owner of the building enough money to rebuild, and even improve on it. Sure, it drained all her profits from the genetic engineering business she one had, but it was worth it.

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Lisa, now twenty-one years old, is currently enrolled in Talizan University, one of the most exclusive in her country. However, she still finds time to take a break from her studies and explore other worlds through her Trans-dimensional gates and other means of travelling.