Mr.Man's Characters

All of the following characters have been approved already. I am simply posting them here for easier access.

Mesfido 2.0 - Master of the Seven Elements
*Approved by Angel. (Mesfido 1.0 was approved by Gracie.)*

God's flesh,
Satan's blood,
Good's virtue,
Evil's sin,

Forged on the flames of hell,
Shaped by the heaven’s hand,
Fused with being,
Bound by the seven,
And left to rot.

The word sleeps.


Name: Mesfido
Title: Master of the Seven Elements

Age: 8563
Date of Birth: Unknown

Race: Angel

Sex: Male

Hair:
Mesfido has fine, blonde hair. Thin, crimson streaks fragment it all the way to the very tips. The fallen angel wears his hair in three tight plaits. The largest falls between his elegant wings, reaching down to just above his waist, the others drop down before his cobalt eyes, ending about his chest.

Eyes:
His eyes are cobalt blue but can change if one of the Seven Elements is using his body as a medium to talk through.

Elemental Vision- This is a technique that Mesfido learnt from Kenjin the Encorna. When Mesfido closes his eyes and concentrates on the elements around him the different elements appear in his mind’s eye, letting him view things as though they were composed by elements. With this technique Mesfido can fight with his eyes closed.

Weight: 124kg (273 pounds)

Height: 6”7”

Accessories:
Mesfido has a small, marble touchstone with the angelic rune of healing on it. When he sits in a mediating position and holds the stone between his two hands he can slowly heal his own wounds. This requires concentration before any healing actually begins and then x-amount of hours depending on the severity of the wounds. Since unlocking the Crimson Blood Mesfido has no more need for his touchstone but rather keeps it for sentimental values.

Weapon:
The Sword of the Pact; Verax
In its Verax form the Sword of the Pact takes the shape of a long elegant two-handed, five foot sword. Its blade is slender yet sharp, its surface is coated in a shining gold substance.The blade is made of an ancient metal, harder than any other. It is unknown to even the most accomplished metal workers.

A thin ruby is embedded near the tip of the blade along with a large sapphire placed near the base. In sword’s pommel there is a tiny, black onyx. These three gemstones make up the Essence Seals, the locks that contain the sword’s power over the three essences of being; mind, body and spirit. The ruby is known as the Crimson Blood, the Body Seal or Corpus et Sanguis. The sapphire is known as the Spirit Seal or simply Spiritus. The final gem, the onyx, is known as the Mind Seal or Claritas. So far Mesfido has only managed to unlock the powers of Corpus et Sanguis, in doing so his essence of body has fused with the gem, giving him complete control over his physical being.

The next of the sword’s seals is known as the Elemental Seal or Rudimenta, it was created to bind the sword’s separate seals into one, much more powerful seal. However, at present seeing as Mesfido has only discovered the power of one other seal Rudimenta remains separate. The seal is made from the Seven Elements, concentrated ethereal manifestations of the true elements; Earth, Water, Wind, Fire, Light, Dark and Lightning. These Seven Elements are capable of creating and controlling their own element, however, they cannot control their respective element in its raw, naturally found state. The Seven Elements are housed in the handle of the Sword of the Pact, Mesfido can often be found conversing with them.

In the past the Sword of the Pact has taken on two other forms, Venalis and Ventum. It took on the form of Verax after Mesfido, with the help of his Seven Elements, locked the angel’s evil alter ego in the depths of his mind.

Armour:
Mesfido doesn’t wear armour, though he can use Corpus et Sanguis to harder his muscles and skin against oncoming attacks. The Seven Elements that he commands act as a kind of anti-elemental shield.

Strengths:
Mesfido is incredibly strong and also very skilled with a sword; he can cut through most substances with a quick swing from the Sword of the Pact. He has complete control over his own body, preventing any forms of physical possession. Corpus et Sanguis allows him to exceed all his body’s natural limitations. Mesfido has an extremely high pain tolerance due to the Body Seal. It allows him to fight on unheeded by most wounds. The Seven Elements give him a supply of the true elements no matter where he is, he can use these elements in many different ways. The Seven ELements differ in many ways to their naturally found counterparts, only Mesfido can command them, it's impossible for anyone else to do so, no matter how powerful.

Weaknesses:
Mesfido lacks any proper armour. His high tolerance for pain, albeit a strength, can often be a weakness. It means that he will occasionally use large amounts of energy and strength without feeling the full damage that it causes his own body, this means he will sometimes push himself too far past his limits. Though Mesfido has control over the Seven Elements he lacks control over many of the raw elements found in the world. If any one of the Seven Elements he commands uses up too much of their energy, they will become exhausted and useless.

Skills/Magic:

Signature Attacks
Name – Incantation – Description

Angelic Touch-When he touches another living thing he can will his energy into them, healing them.

Blast Breeze-“Flatus”- Fires a strong blast of air at the target, smashing into them and sending them flying backwards. This can be powered up by the Seven Elements.

Slicing Tempest-“Typhon Ferio”- Creates a strong, swirling wind about the target, slashing at them with blades of air. This can be powered up by the Seven Elements.

Fire Amalgamation- This skill gives Mesfido the ability to absorb fire element into his own body. When he uses this skill the tints of red in his hair and wings are set alit by tiny flames.

Igneus Aestus (Fiery Surge)-Mesfido releases all the fire he has absorbed in either one gigantic wave of fire element or several much less powerful waves. This can be powered up by the Seven Elements.

Exardesco Ardens (Zealous Flame)-Transformation-Fire erupts from Mesfido’s body, coating him in flames. Verax is covered in a swirling, white-hot inferno. This skill increases the power of Mesfido’s Fiery Surge skill and adds fire element to his wind element attacks. This technique requires a constant supply of fire element to maintain, Arden, one of his Seven Elements can aid him in maintaining it.

Holy Decree-“Decerno Sanctus”- Creates an immensely powerful bolt of pure, holy energy that is capable of instantly vaporizing a group of demons or undead. It is harmless against pure beings. This is a much more powerful version of Mesfido’s original signature attack - Holy Bolt. It can be powered up by the Seven ELements.

Verax Judgement-“Sententia Verax”-Mesfido’s most powerful attack. Verax draws power from all the nearby Light. Once it has absorbed enough power it releases an orb of magical energy. It takes concentration and time to cast. This can be powered up by the SevenElements.

Sword of the Pact Seals

The Body Seal
Corpus et Sanguis gives Mesfido complete control over his own body. With its powers he can manipulate his body’s blood flow, organs and any other piece of his body. An example of its less spectacular powers would be the ability to stop his body bleeding thus stopping blood loss, he can take this further and make his skin stitch back across the open wound. Another example would be the ability to breath through his skin or to stop his heartbeat.

The Elemental Seal
Rudimenta gives Mesfido complete control over the Seven Elements found in his blade. With its power he can call forth any of the elemental manifestations and command them to do as he wishes. Since Mesfido already holds control over the raw wind, dark, light and fire elements he can add the power of the true elements to them. The Elemental Seal works as a barrier of sorts against elemental attacks. When Mesfido is attacked by any element, one of the Seven Elements will cancel it out. For example if lightning attacked him, Earth would neutralize it. This can be overpowered, though not easily.

Personality:
Since banishing Venalis, Mesfido has become a much more cheerful character. His self-confidence and belief are finally blooming, though he remains as modest as ever. Some would say that his need to help others is his biggest weakness, he always values the lives of others high above his own.

Mesfido still remains a bit of a social recluse. He enjoys the company of his friends and his Seven Elements but finds it sometimes hard to click with new people. He tends to be rather formal when conversing with someone he does not know. He comes off quite serious but he does a have a more fun layer beneath his tough exterior. He is always honest and will rarely if ever get annoyed or angry without reason. He spends most of his time either alone, with his Seven Elements or with close friends.

The Seven Elements often guide Mesfido with their collective wisdom, and he will often be found conversing with them. People sometimes think he is mad seeing as only he can hear the Seven’s voices.

In battle Mesfido will often start off defending rather than attacking not wanting to harm his opponent but when he sees the need he will always use his full strength. He neither taunts nor teases his opponent but rather tries to convince them to stop their assault. The fallen angel normally doesn’t enjoy fighting, but he sees its need and uses, and even he gets thrills from a challenging battle.

When with his students in the Dome, Mesfido is patient and understanding. However, he will be quick to rebuke any rudeness or lack of respect from his students. He doesn't except them to be brilliant warriors right from the start, though he is pleasantly surprised when they are. The tasks he sets all have a purpose.

Appearance:


Picture by DekuQueen, colouring by me.

Mesfido is tall and muscular. The dark substance that once covered parts of his body has faded into his memories along with Venalis. His wings are massive, a span of about eleven feet, white with streaks of blood red. They jut out of his bony shoulder blades, almost like feathered extensions of the limb.

Mesfido has long, blonde hair with crimson streaks running through it; he always has tied into three separate plaits. His eyes are a clear shade of blue. The fallen angel has quite a thin face with a prominent jaw. He wears an earring with the angelic rune of courage on either ear.

Verax is always in its enchanted sheath that is held to Mesfido’s back with a thick leather cord that crosses over his bare muscular chest. The glow of Corpus et Sanguis can often be seen radiating through the magic sheath’s tough leather. His deceased friend, Expertus, made the sheath especially for him. The sheath has several angelic runes on it that enabled it to help restrain Venalis when the need arose.

Mesfido only wears a pair of tan coloured trousers and a thick pair of leather boots for clothing. A tough, golden band, from which he hangs his healing touchstone, holds up his trousers. The ends of his trousers are always tucked into the tops of his thick, leather boots.

History:

-Mesfido was a man over eight thousand years ago. He was one of the first settlers in Europe.
-He was killed during a hunting expedition by a huge beast with a lion’s head and dog’s body. The beast killed him when he jumped in front of his best friend to protect him from it.

- He was resurrected and reborn as an angel, a reward for his selfless act. He was given the name “Tueor” meaning to protect.

-Over the next thousand years he served his masters to the full of his abilities. He was given the title of Archangel.

-Tueor fell in love with a roman woman called Celina.

-Celina and her family were killed by a group of bandits.

-Tueor requested for Celina to be reborn as an angel. She was.

-After the fall of the Roman Empire Lucifer’s forces grew dramatically. This led to a thousand year war between Heaven and Hell called the War of Alliance. This was the cause of the Dark Ages.

-The angelic forces were under massive threat of being defeated during the War of Alliance. Tueor and Celina were two of the generals in the angelic army.

-Tueor’s commander, Famulus, believed that the only way to defeat the demons was a direct assault on hell.

-Tueor tried to convince Famulus that an assault on hell would not work but Famulus refused to see otherwise. In the end Famulus gave Tueor three days to come up with an alternative.

-Tueor was forced to make a bold and dangerous move.

- Tueor and Celina set flight for Bethlehem. A truly powerful weapon was hidden there. It was known only as the Sword of the Pact.

-Tueor and Celina located the sword after much difficulty. The angelic forces had begun the assault on hell and were suffering heavy casualties. Darkness was spreading.

-They found the Sword of the Pact hidden within a massive cavern deep beneath the town.

-The sword lay in a massive stone pedestal. There was an inscription on the pedestal.
“I am corruption,
I am benevolence,
I am One, I am All,
I am the bridge that connects the sides.”

-Tueor pulled the sword from the pedestal.

-The lion headed beast that had killed him when he was human appeared. It attacked the two angels. They managed to fight it off. During the fight they discovered that it was in fact Satan himself.

-When the fight began a mysterious black substance had begun to spread up Tueor’s right arm. Once they had fought off Satan it had spread across nearly his entire right side.

-Suddenly, he turned on Celina. He began to laugh insanely. “I AM VENALIS!” With a massive battle cry he struck his partner’s head from her shoulders.

-Tueor quickly returned to the battlefield, his dark side in control. He instantly turned the tide, spreading death wherever he passed.

-After defeating the demonic forces he turned on his fellow angels. He killed many hundreds of them but eventually they managed to restrain him.

-They attempted to remove the sword from him but no one could touch it, it repelled everyone.

-After Tueor was restrained his good side regained control. He became plagued with guilt. He was imprisoned for years and made no attempt to escape.

-After over two hundred years of imprisonment his friend, Expertus, visited him. Expertus brought a magical sheath with him. The sheath was designed to help contain Tueor's dark side.

-Once Tueor had placed the Sword of the Pact in the sheath, he was summoned to the Council of Angels.

-At the council it was decided that he was to be exiled from heaven, but he was given one final order- He was to protect the sword from falling into evil hands. He was also given a new name, Mesfido, which is taken from the Latin for mind and split-Mens and Findo.

-Mesfido spent years on earth cowering in his shame. He was becoming a truly pitiful creature. His entire being was focused on containing his evil side.

-When Mesfido was at his most pitiful Lucifer came to him. Lucifer had claimed Celina’s soul when Mesfido had struck her down. She was now one of Satan’s most loyal followers.

-Satan offered to return Celina to Mesfido if he did his binding. Mesfido accepted.

-Mesfido learnt much about the Sword of the Pact from Lucifer. He learnt that the sword took on different forms depending on its owner. Since Mesfido was an angel the sword had taken on one of its evil forms, Venalis. The sword had then pumped its evil energies into his body until he had become a being of balanced good and evil. His evil side was in fact the manifestation of the evil energies within the sword.

-After Mesfido had been doing Lucifer’s deeds for over a thousand years he stumbled upon something that caused him to leave the devil’s service. He discovered that Celina was in fact in love with Satan himself. After that he realized he had been doing Satan’s work for no reason. He would never be able to win back Celina.

-Mesfido’s good side managed to regain some slight control and he left the fiery pits of hell. He was now hiding from the forces of both good and evil.

-Celina often visits Mesfido. She is always trying to make him turn to evil. He now loathes her. He despises her with every part of him; even Venalis has a certain dislike for her.

-One day Mesfido arrived in the Dome, seeking strength.

-One of the first feats Mesfido had to overcome in the Dome was opening the doors of Kenjin, the Encorna’s private dojo. Mesfido only just managed to open the doors by tapping deep into the powers of the Sword of the Pact. This was the first time he had been able to access some of its hidden powers.

-After Mesfido opened the Encorna’s doors Kenjin decided to take him on as his student.

-A week passed and Mesfido's powers grew. After witnessing the death and revival of his dearest companion, Jaina, Mesfido left the Dome, putting his training on hold.

-During his travels, Mesfido was possessed by a demon named Scion. Scion’s possession of the fallen angel awakened the powers of the Crimson Blood and also imprinted some of the demon’s control over fire into Mesfido’s body.

-Shortly after unlocking Corpus et Sanguis Mesfido found himself thrown into a new quest, one to find the secrets locked deep within the temple of Vallaris. With a group of friends, he managed to complete the journey through the temple.

-In Vallaris Mesfido found the Seven Elements and learnt the truth of the creation of the Sword the Pact.

-After fusing with the seven ethereal beings he was transported out of the temple. How? He does not know.

-When he awoke, he found his body had returned to its original untainted form. He could no longer feel the presence of Venalis within him. The Seven Elements explained to him that they had sealed him away in Mesfido’s mind. Soon Mesfido found that the Sword of the Pact had also taken on a new form; Verax.

Training Threads
[LEA] Mesfido's Training (transfered)
[Power Shot] Mesfido's Training (in progress)
Daughter of the Encorna (Joint Assignment)(dead)

Fics
A Choice of Fates (suspended indefinitely)

Battles
Starlit leaves (Dropped)
The War Within (Finished)
Saints & Sinners (Finished)
A Spot of Training (Finished)
Cruel Destiny (Dropped)
Activation Serum (Locked)

Crossroads
To Risk It All (Dropped)

Tournaments
For Honour and Glory (Locked)

Chrono Order.
1-A Choice of Fates
2-Starlit leaves
3-[LEA] Mesfido's Training
4-[Power Shot] Mesfido's Training (till post 25)
5-The War Within
6-Daughter of the Encorna
7-Saints & Sinners
8-A Spot of Training
9-Activation Serum
10-To Risk It All
11-For Honour and Glory
12-Cruel Destiny

Previous Profiles
Mesfido, The Fallen Angel



Jaina Alsardor 2.0, The Phoenix Mother
*Approved by Ranarath (Originally approved by Silver.).*

Name: Jaina Alsardor

Titles/Other Names: Lady Jameson of Brackmill, Kaala the Phoenix Mother.

Age: 27
Date of Birth: June 24th, 1814
Place of Birth: England
(All of the above are in regard to Jaina's current lifespan.)

Race: Phoenix

Race Explanation: Jaina is in reality, a phoenix. However, at the moment of her last death, her ashes were separated. A creature called a Halji managed to steal roughly half of them. The Halji used a series of dark spells to focus the ashes into the body of a human girl. Jaina always believed she was human, but after a recent series of events she learnt the truth. During that time, she found her other halve, or rather, it found her. After having fused with the Phoenix Kaala, Jaina has regained all her phoenix abilities but has retained her human form.

Sex: Female

Hair: Auburn, reaches down to just below her shoulders. She nearly always wears it loosely. Occasionally, strands of it look as though they are on fire. Embers have been known to fly from the auburn locks, most people think it is a trick of their eye, but in fact, her hair is always alit in harmless, ethereal flames.

Eyes: Jaina’s irises are mass of swirling flames. They flicker like fire licking the bough of a bare tree. Her pupils are normal, as are the other parts of her eyes.

Phoenix Sight: As a phoenix, Jaina sees the world in a different light to other beings. Her vision has a slightly reddish tinge to it, and allows her to see clearly and more sharply than the average creature, even allowing her to see in the dark. It also picks up on heat traces, effectively letting her see living creatures through most obstacles.

Weight: 46kg

Height: 5’6”

Accessories: Jaina has a small, marble touchstone with a unique angelic rune on it. The rune is a combination of the runes for beauty and protection. The touchstone was made for her by Mesfido and she holds it extremely dear. Its protective properties will activate if she is unable to defend herself.

Weapon:
Flamentine and Fuego

Flamentine and Fuego are two twin blades. Both swords are identical in every way from the bright red curved sabre like blades to the ivory coloured hilts. The blades of both weapons have identical runes carved into their flat sides. The edges of the weapons are golden. They have no magical or significant powers. They belonged to Jaina’s mother. They were in fact forged on Phoenix Fire, and therefore are the perfect medium through which to channel it.

Armour: An extremely light leather vest worn under her dress. It only protects her from weak attacks.

Strengths:
Jaina is quick and acrobatic. She is skilled with her two blades, easily capable of defending and attacking with both. She is also good at concealing herself and employing stealth. Her Phoenix abilities make her an extremely capable warrior mage, and also render her immune to fire attacks. Her intense emotions can aid her in combat.

Weakness:
Jaina is light and lacks any major physical strength, making her easy to knock about and overpower. She relies on her speed, agility and Phoenix Skills to win fights. Her biggest weakness is water. She can swim and such, but when assaulted by large quantities of water elemental, her strength begins to wither. Her Phoenix Skills lose potency and effectiveness.

Skills/Magic: Jaina has a wide array of Phoenix Skills, along with some basic concealment skills. She is will often use shadows, or any cover for that matter, to sneak up on any enemies.

Phoenix Skills

Phoenix Fire – After having fused with Kaala and the Phoenix Core Jaina has regained all her Phoenix abilities. The most powerful of these is her Phoenix Fire. Every Phoenix has their own unique flame. Jaina’s is known the Flames of Passion and is drawn from her personality and inner self. The strength of her Phoenix Fire can vary greatly depending on the situation. If a flurry of intense emotion overtakes her, it will be lethal, if she is feeling depressed, they will be harmless. Her Phoenix Fire is bright orange, with wisps of icy blue.

Though Phoenix Fire seems very much like ordinary fire in appearance it is completely different. Rather than producing heat, it produces pure magical energy. His energy still burns, but in a different sense to heat. It is not heat that creates the burns, but rather the huge abundance of energy. Jaina can manipulate this energy into several different forms and techniques. The fire of the Flames of Passion cannot damage Jaina.

Phoenix Rush – Jaina focuses the Phoenix Fire around her body. She forms two flaming wings from her shoulder blades and fiery talons upon her hands. She uses the wings to propel herself forward, and rushes at the target. She then lashes out with the talons, causing severe burn damage and also some minor tissue ripping to anything that gets in their way. The wings and talons disappear after the attack has ended.

Phoenix Slash – Jaina draws Flamentine and Fuego from her waist and holds one in either hand. She focuses her Phoenix Fire into each one, than brings the two together. As she holds them side by side, a large cord of Phoenix Energy grows from the tips. This cord eventually extends to length of roughly sixteen feet. Jaina can swing this whip like extension around her and use it as a weapon. If she wishes, she can separate the two blades, and make two individual whips, each approximately eight feet in length.

Phoenix Tear – As a phoenix, Jaina’s tears have potent healing properties. However, creating a Phoenix Tear requires huge quantities of energy and drains Jaina substantially. Her tears have no effect on herself, but can cure any illness or injury, with the exception of death, when used on another living creature.

The Phoenix Core

The Phoenix Core is a giant tree that is the centre of Jaina’s phoenix powers. She is closely linked it, and it resides within her. Its state greatly effects her own. If it begins to wither, so does she. From time to time, Jaina must call it out and regenerate it with her touch. At this moment in time she is both at her strongest, and her weakest. When the tree is on the physical plane, it increases her strength tenfold, however, it also makes an extremely vulnerable target. If an enemy was to attack and destroy the Phoenix Core, Jaina would die with it. When a phoenix’s Core dies, they can no longer revive themselves from their ashes. It means the end of their existence.

Concealment Skills

Smoke Bomb-Jaina creates a small blast of smoke from her Phoenix Fire and uses it to blind her foe.

Personality:
Jaina is cheerful and active person. She’s nearly always full of energy and joy, though her lows are often extremely miserable. She finds it very easy to get on with most people due to her sociable nature. She often will quickly take a liking towards new people. She is warm and kind hearted, as well as understanding. Many people would view her as a motherly figure. She is very caring and protective.

In a fight, it’s Jaina’s passion that stands out. Her fiery emotions can both aid and hinder her. She attacks aggressively, with rapid and ferocious attacks. She generally prefers to fight hand to hand rather than with her fire element.

Appearance:
Jaina is slender and quite tall. Her auburn hair reaches just below her narrow shoulders. It normally is worn loosely and is slightly wild in appearance. It sometimes covers her flaming eyes, hiding them from sight. Her skin is smooth and lightly tan. She has high cheekbones and small rosy lips. Jaina wears an emerald dress that hangs tightly to her figure and flows out about her legs. There is a slit running up her right leg which gives the dress more manoeuvrability. The silk dress has swirling designs imprinted on it in a light green tone. A loose leather belt is wrapped around her waist, from which her twin swords, Flamentine and Fuego, hang. She wears a pair of flat, worn sandals.

History:

November 14th, 1823

I’m scared. Mother is really angry.

Me and Sarah were playing at princesses. She was Princess Georgia. I was the evil Princess Beatriz. The game was getting really good. Sarah was running around the house, trying to stop my husband, the Count Monte, catching her. She had his crown you see. She had snuck into the palace and stolen it. Me and him had her cornered in the sitting room, just by the hearth. Suddenly, the fire got real strong. The rest of the room went dark. Sarah started to cry. I looked at my hands. They were burning. I started to scream.

Mother came running into the room. She gasped when she saw the flames in my fingers. Sarah jumped over to her, crying her eyes out. Mother quickly sent her from the room. Then she stared at me. I was still screaming.

“Jaina! What do you think you are doing?!”

“I don’t… I don’t know! Make it stop! Please, make it stop”

She grabbed my wrists. My hands were still burning. She placed her hand over mine. The fire stopped. She stared at me. Her eyes were terrifying, I’ve never seen her so mad before.


November 17, 1823

I overheard Mother and Father talking last night. I was pretending to be asleep. They were talking outside my bedroom door. What I heard frightens me.

“Richard, she’s coming of age.”

“I know, Caroline. I know. She’s just so young still. I never thought it would be this soon.”

“It’s too late for us to help her now. Nel’hava will have already heard about what happened. There’s nothing more we can do. We’ve protected her as long as possible.”

“I won’t let them take her. I won’t.”

“We won’t be able to stop them.”

“Caroline, my love, together we can. Together we can.”

Mother had started crying. I could hear Father comforting her. What were they talking about? I cannot ask. They will know I was listening then.


December 25th, 1823

Finally, it’s Christmas day. I’ve been waiting for this day so long. Mother and Father have told me they have something really special for me. They’re not awake yet, I couldn’t sleep with the anticipation. It must be about six in the morning.

We’ve just finished dinner. Mother got very drunk. I’ve never seen her drunk before, I never want to again. It was a horrid sight. I swear I won’t ever drink. She was really upset, she started screaming and crying again. Father dragged her away in the end. Before he managed to get her to bed she grabbed me and held me close. Her eyes were full of fear. She kept saying one thing again and again,

“Run away, Jaina, run away!

Oh, my present was a ticket to Scotland. I’m meant to be going to live with Auntie Catherine in spring. I don’t want to go, not with Mother how she is. She was in tears when she gave me the letter. Something isn’t right. I can’t help but think of that day with Sarah and the fire. I’m sure this all has something to do with that.


April 12th, 1824

Mother is dead. Father is dead. Soldiers came into the house. They tried to take me. Mother saved me. She saw them coming. She told me and Sarah to go to the basement. There was a secret passage hidden there. She gave me just two things, and one word; two swords and a name -“Eire.”

I can hear her begging with the soldiers as we walked through the passage. Eventually the cries died out.


April 13th, 1824

Me and Sarah followed the passage. It came up next to a dock. There was a boat waiting. The captain beckoned us over when he saw us. He looked as scared as I felt. Sarah couldn’t stop crying. I can’t get her sobs out of my mind.

We’re on the boat. The sea is rough and the weather is horrible. I asked the boat keeper where we’re going he said one word – “Eire.”

As the boat left harbour, I heard a dreadful roar. It was like one of the dragons from the fairytales. It sounded furious.


January 5th, 1841

I think that’s the year. I don’t even know if they exist here. I followed Crécasta’s directions. She told me that high in the mountains I’d find a door. Rumour had it that it led to a magical realm. I found the door, and I went through. The rumours were true.

They call it the Dome.

Jaina’s past is filled with mystery. She knows little of the truth. She was raised by Duke Richard Jameson and his wife Caroline. They lived in northern England. At the age of ten Jaina and her younger sister Sarah were forced to flee. Their mother gave them but one clue – Eire. They got on a ship and entrusted their wellbeing to a simple shipman. The boat took them to Ireland.

Upon landing, the sisters travelled to an area controlled by a group of humanlike peoples called the Dúileach. They took the pair under their care.

After living with the Dúileach for thirteen years, Jaina began to investigate the truth of her past. She was able to come across only a few facts. There was one that stood out above all the rest. She was adopted. When she told Sarah, the young girl became outraged, saying that if her parents hadn’t ever taken Jaina into their home, they’d still be alive. Sarah ran away.

Jaina learned to fight under the tutelage of Crécasta, one of the Dúileach Leaders. When Crécasta decided that she couldn’t teach Jaina anymore, she advised her to seek out the Dome, a mythical place of training. The young fiery woman followed her teacher’s advice and travelled to the Dome. She has been living there since.

During her training in the Dome, Jaina met an angel called Mesfido whom she loves dearly. They spend much of their time together. Since meeting Mesfido, Jaina’s search for the truth of her past has taken a backseat.

As Mesfido and Jaina were on their way to find Chronos, their new teacher in the Dome, the pair entered a room filled with a hallucinogenic. Mesfido was virtually unaffected, but Jaina on the other hand was thrown into a fake world. The fake world did however prove extremely useful. There, the Phoenix Kaala, Jaina’s missing halve, was able to contact her without the consequences that would have transpired had she tried to find Jaina in the real world. Kaala explained to Jaina the truth of her existence and eventually, fused with Jaina. Jaina also learnt of the existence of the Phoenix Core, a giant tree unique to each phoenix that fuels their power. After having regenerated the tree Jaina was also able to fuse with it.

Training
[Power Shot] Mesfido's Training: Post#9 and thereafter (in progress)
Daughter of the Encorna (dead)

Battles
A Spot of Training (Finished)
Activation Serum (Locked)

Crossroads
To Risk It All (Suspended)

Tournaments
For Honour and Glory (Locked)

Chrono Order
1-[Power Shot] Mesfido's Training till post #25
2-Daughter of the Encorna
3-A Spot of Training
4-Activation Serum
5-To Risk It All
6-For Honour and Glory



Famulus Cicero
*Approved by Selah.*

Name: Famulus Cicero
Title: Former Commander of the Angelic Forces

Age: Early 9,000s
Date of Birth: Unknown

Race: Angel

Sex: Male

Hair: Famulus has pitch black, fine hair. It reaches to just below his shoulders and is always tied in an extremely tight braid that hangs down between his wings.

Eyes: Hazel.

Weight: 79kg

Height: 5’11”

Accessories:
Famulus carries a touchstone with the angelic rune of pride attached to it. Occasionally, if he feels that his pride is under threat, it will cause a slight increase in his fighting skills and magical abilities.

Weapon:
Famulus wields an angelic long sword that he has used since before the time of the War of Alliance. Its blade is slender and reaches a length of about 3 feet. The metal used for the blade is white and has a shining quality to it. The weapon’s hilt has cords of precious metals woven decoratively around it. Leather strips that have been dyed white are wrapped around the handgrip. The name of Famulus’ sword is Lucerna or Light. Famulus’ enchanter’s symbol has been embedded into the blade of Lucerna, allowing him to instantly change the blessing on it. There are three different blessings that can be used on Lucerna. See Skills/Magic for more detail on these spells.

Armour:
Famulus wears a suit of angelic armour. This armour is made of the same, extremely light yet strong metal as the blade of Lucerna. It too has cords of precious metals wrapped about its edges, giving it a majestic look. The suit consists of plate body, plate legs, shoulder guards, bracers, greaves and gauntlets all of which are very light. Famulus’ enchanter’s symbol has been craved into every piece of the suit. This allows him to instantly change the blessing on the armour. There are three different blessings that can be used on the armour. See Skills/Magic for more detail on these spells.

Strengths:
Famulus’ angelic armour gives him a great defensive boost while its light material allows him to move unhindered. His blessings allow him to add a great variety of attributes to just about anything. Having once been the commander of heaven’s angelic forces he is a seasoned warrior and knows the way of battle better than most. His tactical brain often helps him beat warriors that would otherwise wipe the floor with him. He is skilled in just about every form of weaponry.

Weaknesses:
His arrogance and pride. Famulus will never turn down a one on one fight seeing as he considers it a challenge against his pride. Being rather small for an angel he lacks the normal physical strength of one. All of Famulus’ blessings, other than the ones on his sword and armour, require physical contact to perform as well as a short moment of time.

Skills/Magic:
Famulus is extremely skilled with all forms of weaponry having studied them during the thousands of years that he has lived. Famulus has the ability to bless inanimate objects.

Blessings

Bless-Famulus can add holy properties to any inanimate object. This has a wide variety of possibilities. There are three main forms of blessings, Divine, Pure and Chaotic. Divine blessings normally deal with condensed holy energy that can be used to add to an object’s form or make up. Pure blessings are normally used to heal a person or enhance a certain attribute of whoever holds the Pure item. Chaotic blessings are normally used in a negative manner. They can do such things as slow down or drain the strength of anyone in contact with the Chaotic item. Divine blessings are permanent unless removed, Pure blessings can be permanent or temporary, Chaotic blessings are always temporary. An item can only have one active blessing on it at any time unless it has Famulus’ enchanter’s symbol on it.

Dispel-Famulus can remove any blessing from an item.

Sword’s Symbol-The enchanter's symbol on Lucerna allows Famulus to change the blessing on it with a mere thought. The three different blessing on Lucerna are Pure Restoration, Divine Force and Pure Tempo. P.Restoration creates a layer of a healing mist around Lucerna that slowing restores Famulus’ health. D.Force creates a layer of condensed holy magic around Lucerna’s edges, increasing its ability to cut through objects. P.Tempo increases the speed that Famulus is capable of moving at. Only one blessing can be active at any given time.

Armour’s Mark-The enchanter's symbol engraved into the pieces of Famulus’ armour allows him to change the blessing on it with a mere thought. The three different blessings on the armour are Divine Resistance, Divine Resolve and Pure Illumination. D.Resistance creates a thin layer of condensed holy magic around the armour, making it much more difficult for any weapons to pierce it. D.Resolve causes blades of condensed holy magic to form on the armour, allowing Famulus to use it as a weapon. P.Illumination causes the armour to glow with a bright light. This light makes it impossible for most demonic beings to touch the armour. Only one blessing can be active at any given time.

Appearance:
Famulus has a light build and a tanned complexion. The angel nearly always wears his elegant, angelic armour, its size and weight not adding much to his own. The majestic battle gear adds an air of superiority to the arrogant angel. Beneath his light armour he wears a simple white robe with his enchanter’s symbol stained across its front. Lucerna is usually found in its sheath, clasped tightly against the angel’s waist. Two slightly rough, white wings protrude from Famulus’ back. His face is stern and his hazel eyes have a piercing gaze. His tightly braided, black hair falls down between his two large wings, occasional strands dropping before his hazel eyes.

Personality:
Arrogant. A single word can be used to describe Famulus to a tee. Everything about him is arrogant, his actions, his thoughts and even the way he walks. He is sarcastic and often ridicules those around him. Famulus is a man that believes everything should be done the way he sees best, anything else is unacceptable. Even though he is an arrogant man, there are a few people that have gained his respect, though, they aren’t always aware of it. Famulus isn’t a very pleasant man to be around but he is someone that you would want to have on your side in a fight.

History:

“I honestly don’t give a sh-t who he is!” Famulus smacked his fist against one of the many benches that filled the Chamber of Fate, the wood crumbling with the impact. “He should be put to the sword!”

“Famulus, we know that you feel dishonoured, but you must put your pride aside for once.” Ahadiel gave the angelic commander a threatening look. “And may I remind you that this is a council of heaven. We do not appreciate your vulgar lexis. Now, please return to your seat”

Slowly, Famulus lowered himself back down, his fists clenched.

“Now, if you don’t mind, we must continue with this case.” One of the other angelic councilors gazed down at a pitiful, bound angel that stood shaking before him. “So, Tueor, what have you to say? Do you admit that you have fallen from grace?”

Tueor, this fallen angel, shivered beneath the councilor’s piercing eyes. His back was bent and his face shadowed. He lifted his eyes from the ground, briefly meeting his superior’s before dropping back in shame.

“I sought to help them... but...” he came to a jittering halt; a single teardrop fell to the marble floor, “but they have all died... I had no control.”

“Liar!” Famulus began to protest once more, his rage building. “This filth is nothing but a traitor! A fallen angel! I saw him with my own to eyes, striking down the noblest of angels, not a look of remorse in his eyes. There was only hate, a disgusting loathing. He savored each kill, drowning himself in our holy blood!” The angelic commander was shouting at the council, his face taunt with anger. “He did it for enjoyment.”

“Enough Famulus!” Expertus barked the order from his seat on the round council table. “I cannot believe that one of our Archangels has fallen so far. I will not believe it.”

“You are a fool Expertus. Blinded by your misplaced trust and weak heart. These are times of war, we must be tough and swift!”

The insult sent a wave of rage through the angel named Tueor. His timid shaking left him. He lifted himself from the floor, hauling his shackles behind. His blazing eyes stared straight at the angel that had spoken. “Don’t you ever insult a friend of mine, scum. You have already sent so many of them to their deaths.”

Two armed angels grabbed Tueor, dragging him back into open space. Ahadiel smacked his wooden hammer against the thick table, the sound travelling over the mass of angelic spectators. “Silence your vile tongues. This is the Council of Angels not a sparring ground. Famulus, this is the last time I will ask you; please return to your seat. We have reached a decision.”

“It had better contain beheading.” Famulus muttered under his breath. The angel that sat next to him shuffled further across the bench.

Eliemel, the highest member of the council, rose from his chair in the centre of the dais. He stood before the crowd but he looked only to the man at his feet. “Tueor, I am giving you one last duty.” He bent down to the level of the angel’s head, lifting his chin with his fingers. Tueor’s cobalt eyes looked at him, tears streaming down his face. “You are to protect that sword with your life. Never let it fall into evil hands.”

The highest of the Creator’s servants strode back towards his wooden seat, his face hardening. He sat, facing the crowds again. His voice was stern and clear, “Tueor, you have brought disgrace upon us all. You can no longer remain here. You are a fallen angel; your ties with heaven are no more. Your name has been removed, your mind has been split. You are Mesfido, the fallen angel. Get out of my sight, I send no blessings with you.” Eliemel turned his head to the ground. His harsh look left him, turning to one of deepest sorrow. It had to be done. He is too dangerous here. Goodbye, my friend.

The fallen angel rose to his feet, his head bowed. He walked between the rows of angels towards the open doors. His eye lifted as he passed Famulus.

The angelic general was raging, he couldn’t believe the decision that had been made. Vile dishonour. He should be put to the sword for what he has done. The weak do nothing; things can only be achieved if your own hands do them. Famulus’ piercing eyes locked with Mesfido’s. Slowly, the general’s lips moved, a malevolent whisper leaving them.

“Ha, one traitor saved by another.”

The fallen angel’s eyes hardened, shadows forming within their depths. A sharp crack ran through the air. Mesfido’s dark right hand was clenched about his general’s neck, his shackles lying useless on the floor. The ex-archangel held Famulus’ ear against his lips. “Expertus is a truer angel than you will ever be.”

Two angels drew their weapons, charging at Mesfido in an attempt to save their general. The fallen angel’s massive sword had ripped through them before they could reach a run. Famulus began to scramble across the floor, away from the enraged angel. A foot came slamming down on his chest.

“Today we finish what we began.” The fallen angel lifted his sword above his head, his eyes filled with darkness. The blade tore through the air.

Shock. It was all the fallen angel felt.

The Sword of the Pact lay embedded in the chest of Expertus, Famulus cowering beneath him. Blood burst forth from the doomed angel’s throat, coating his white robes. Expertus looked up at the man that had once been his closest friend, sorrow filled his eyes.

“Please, Tueor, do not become that which you are not.” The craftsman spoke his final words, his head falling limply to the side.

The darkness in Mesfido’s eyes dissipated. A look of pure guilt filled his face, another horrid act to add to his collection. Within seconds the fallen angel had flown out of the door, flying far from heaven, tears spilling out behind him.

With a grunt, Famulus lifted himself from the ground, unceremoniously heaving the dead angel off his own body. He looked around the silent room, gazing threateningly at all his angelic soldiers. “What are you waiting for? Get after the traitor! We cannot let him live after what he has just done!” No one spoke; every set of eyes stared at the general in silence. “Go! Cowards!”

“Enough Famulus.” Eliemel stood before the general, his face tight with discontent. “Look what your hate and pride have cost us. You are no longer fit to command our armies.”

“You Fool! Cowards! Everyone, last one of you! Can’t you see, it is the traitor that has done this damage! Are you all blind?!” Famulus shouted at every angel, casting his piercing gaze upon every face.

One of the soldiers stepped forward, his hands reaching toward Famulus. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to lea...”

“No! I will not leave till I have justice! Do you hear me?!”

Eliemel spoke again, his tone more malicious. “Famulus, you are an ignorant fool. Tueor was a better angel than you in every way. I would not think twice about throwing you out of heaven if the need arose.”

Famulus turned his back on the watching eyes, storming off towards the open doors. “Cowards, every last one of you! I will kill that traitor myself.”

The entire room shook as Famulus slammed the door behind him.

Tueor will suffer for the humiliation he has caused me.

* * * *
“Today we leave, Fastida.” Famulus’ hand passed across the mane of his pegasus, his fingers running through the fine strands of white hair. “It will be a tough journey but I will bring justice.”

The angel placed his packs against the saddle, finally placing Lucerna at his side. Famulus lifted himself onto Fastida’s back, his armour rattling gently. The angelic warrior turned his head towards the single person that had come to see him off.

“Lustro, my son, you must bring me the few soldiers that remain true.” The young angel gave a quick nod of his head, his blond hair swaying as he did so. “Once I have found a suitable place to set up camp you are to leave here and join me.”

Famulus turned Fastida towards the gates of heaven, not even glancing back at his only son. He never had time for the short moments of true, pure emotion that make us all alive. He had a single objective imprinted in his mind.

Tueor, we will finish what we started. I will kill you.

The general flew through the golden gates, leaving the heavens behind him.

Battles (In Chrono Order)
Drunk Expeditions (Dropped)
Cruel Destiny (Dropped)

I would just like to thank Angel for giving me the idea of making this character and also helping me develop him and proofing the final draft. Cheers mate, seriously this character wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you.



Crécasta
*Approved by LEA.*

Name: Crécasta
Title: Leader of the Eastern Dúileach
Nickname: Créa

Age: 197
Average Dúileach Lifespan: 450
Date of Birth: October 21st, 1645
Current Dúileach Calendar Year: 1842

Race: Dúileach

Dúileach
The Dúileach, or an Dúileach, are a race of human like peoples. The only major difference is they are much more magical and are deeply tied to nature. All Dúileach have guardian spirits. They have a much longer lifespan than humans.

Sex: Female

Hair:
She has extremely dark brown hair but depending on the lighting lines of silver can be seen flowing through it. It is about shoulder length and is extremely fine and thin. It is nearly always worn loosely.

Eyes: a hazel brown/ (wolf form) hazel brown with light blue pupils

Weight: 54kg / (wolf form) 63kg

Height: 5”8” / (wolf form) 2”2” in height, 4”8” in length (including tail)

Weapon:
Teeth of the Wolf
The teeth of the Wolf are sacred weapons among an Dúileach. They are said to have been taken from the corpse of Faolchú himself.

As for what kind of weapon they are, they are claw like. There are four jagged blades that jut out of a center panel. This center panel is to be placed against the palm of the user’s hand and fastened by a leather chord. When worn the blades stick out between the user’s four fingers and thumb. The blades themselves are barbed in places for extra ripping power. The Teeth of the Wolf are a set of a pair of these weapons, one to be worn on either hand.

The spirit of Faolchú is in fact contained in these weapons.

Armour: Two brown, leather bracers that contain the spirit of Broc. Two brown, leather shin guards

Strengths:
She is extremely skilled in evasion. She can manoeuvre her way out of the tightest situations. Her magical powers are formidable. She has a large supply of magical energies that she can thank her racial traits for. Her spirit shifter abilities can help her employ a wide variety of tactics. Her main strengths lie in her magic and speedy strikes and dodges. She has the ability to create healing potions from herbs (requires time of course. Can’t be done in battle unless prepared before hand.)

Weakness:
Créa’s strikes are incapable of doing very much physical damage; they are more wounding strikes then damaging. Her spirit shifter abilities take up much of her magical powers. She lacks any proper armour. Any strike that actually hits her tends to be extremely damaging. She is tied very closely to the forests and grounds of the world. If she is in an area where these things lack presence her power weakens significantly, likewise if she is in an area where these things are abundant her powers increase significantly.

Skills/Magic:
Créa uses powerful wind and earth magics. She is also a spirit shifter. She has a wide knowledge of herbs, allowing her to make a large variety of healing potions.

Wind Magic
Her wind abilities are drawn from her tattoos.

Wind Geyser-She makes the air beneath the target rise suddenly, launching them into the air.

Breeze Berserker-This causes balls of wind to form in her hand. These balls can be used in several ways. Their most common use is as projectiles. She can also combine these balls with her weapons adding wind power to them.

Earth Magic
Her earth abilities are drawn from her bracers.

Fissure Strike-She stabs her weapons into the ground causing a deep, thin crack in the earth to travel from the point of impact to where she wills it.

Gravel Shield-Her bracers take on the form of a pair of small, solid round shields.

Wind/Earth Magic

Elementai Surge-The air around Créa begins to swirl, the earth beneath her begins to shake. The two pass into her weapons, deeply increasing their power.

Spirit Shifter Skills

Earthen Spirit-The spirit of a magical badger named Broc binds with her own. This causes her to take on some of the traits of a badger. For example her attacks become more powerful and she becomes more aggressive but she loses some of her speed. This causes no physical change.

Spirit of the Sky-The spirit of an ancient eagle named Iolar binds with her own. This causes her to take on some of the traits of an eagle. For example her eyesight becomes extremely keen and strikes become more rapid and precise but less powerful. This causes no physical change.

Faolchú-Her spirit fuses with Faolchú’s. This particular spirit shifter skill transforms her entire body. She takes on the shape of Faolchú himself. When in this wolf form she takes on all the traits of Faolchú. Her attacks become more damaging, not necessarily more powerful though. Her speed increases hugely. She inherits Faolchú’s wind abilities. She looses her weapons along with human speech. She retains her human instincts but they are combined with feral ones. This ability means that Créa is stuck in this from until the next sunrise.

Faolchú Abilities

Wind Veil-Créa, when in this wolf form, has the ability to become one with the wind. This ability enables her move around extremely quickly and silently. It makes it extremely difficult for anyone to land a hit on her. This is a passive skill.

Tempest Howl-Créa begins to howl. This calls up a massive hurricane that causes extensive damage to anything in its path. Takes 5-10mins to cast.

Personality:
Créa is normally quite modest, but when in battle she changes completely. Her confidence soars and her mouth begins to run, taunting the opponent at every turn.

In a battle she will always try and have some fun, as it is something she excels at and enjoys. If out matched she will normally attempt to turn the battle in her favor by using one of her spirit shifter skills. She will transform into her Faolchú form if she is left with no other option but occasionally she will just do it for a bit of fun. If completely and utterly out matched she will flee the scene as quickly as possible.

She is extremely trustworthy and will do what she can to protect all her friends. She is lots of fun to be around and will always do what she can to cheer up her friends.

Créa has a certain dislike of most men. She dispises the looks she tends to receive from them. If Créa catches a man looking at her in an inapporiate way she will normally either mess with them for a while or scream rampate abuse in their direction. She hates the idea of any man acting like they own her. With all this said she does still believe there are nice men out there, it's just that the indecent ones heavily outweight the decent.

Appearance:
Créa has a light, tan complexion. Her eyes are a deep, hazel brown. She has a slim and light build. She is quite attractive. Her entire body is covered in black tattoos; these tattoos contain the spirit of Iolar. Her hair is shoulder length and flows freely. It is a dark brown colour and depending on the lighting silver lines occasionally enter it.

For clothing she wears a simple, light blue top. It is a cut top that stretches across her chest. It is bordered by an earthen brown colour. Around her neck she wears a thick, brown choker that is typical of Dúileach. Around her waist she wears a light, forest green skirt, which is held up by a thick chord of brown leather from which a golden scarf flows. She wears a pair of thick, dark brown elven boots at the ends of her long legs.

For armour she wears a pair of leather bracers that contain the spirit of Broc and a pair of leather shin guards that lie just above her thick, elven boots. She always has her weapons, the Teeth of the Wolf, equipped.

Appearance (Faolchú Form):

When in her wolf for she becomes a small, light wolf with honey coloured, fine fur. Her body is covered by strange red and blue markings. At times it seems that she isn’t completely solid and looks as if she is fading into the wind.

History:
- Crécasta was born to the leader of an Dúileach.

- Her mother died giving birth.

- When she was four the Dúileach began to loss favor with their “god” spirits.

- At the age of eight she was left alone in the Forest of Taibhse, as is custom with the Dúileach when a child reaches the age of spirit.

- The age of spirit is the age when a child is supposed to find their guardian spirit.

- During her stay in the Forest of Taibhse she witnessed the death and rebirth of the Wind Lord, Faolchú.

- Faolchú died saving her from a group of Treeweavers (powerful creatures some what like small dragons.)

- After his death Faolchú ordered Créa to take the teeth from his body.

- When Créa removed the teeth they transformed into the weapons that she uses to this very day, the Teeth of the Wolf.

- After the teeth were removed from Faolchú’s corpse it disappeared.

- As the corpse disappeared the mighty Wind Lord’s spirit appeared, reborn, beside the young girl.

- The Wind Lord’s spirit told Créa that he was hers to command, he then faded into the newly formed Teeth of the Wolf.

- Faolchú became Créa’s guardian spirit and her guide in life.

- When Créa returned to her village she became feared, everyone could sense the power that now radiated from her.

- Créa began training with her father, Gaoth, at the age of eleven. She was to be his successor.

- Gaoth died when Créa was twenty-seven.

- During the next hundred years Créa became a well-known warrior and leader. She brought prosperity to her people.

- During her time with her people she became extremely talented with the spirit shifter skills. Her skills improved further more after tracking down and defeating the spirits of Iolar, the Sky Deity and Broc, the Earthen Father.

- When Créa reached the age of 126 she was sent a message from the chief god spirit of the Dúileach, Kretanil. She was to leave in search of a new land for her people as their own were being ransacked by a horde of Grálíans, a rival race of an Dúileach.

- She now travels alone in search of new lands as her people defend themselves from this threat.

Click links for drawings, all of which I drew myself

Battles
The Riddles of Life (Dropped)
The Driad's Domain (Dropped)
Wielders of the Stars (Dropped)

Crossroads
Take to the Sky (Dropped)
A Land Alike (in progress)

Chrono Order
1-The Riddles of Life
2-Take to the Sky
3-The Driad's Domain
4-Wielders of the Stars
5-A Land Alike



Celina Augustus
*Approved by Gracie.*

Name: Celina Augustus
Title: Satan's Lieutenant

Age: 1683
Date of Birth: November 13th, 301 AD
Place of Birth: Rome
Date of Angelic Rebirth: July 27th, 319 AD
Date of Demonic Rebirth: Thought to be late 7th century.

Race: Demonic Angel

Sex: Female

Hair: She has stark white hair with a tint of silver. It reaches about half way down her back and is normally worn loosely.

Eyes: A pale gold.

Weight: 68kg

Height: 5”11”

Weapon:
Invidia and Incestus (The Swords of Vindictive Oath)

Invidia and Incestus are sometimes known as Satan’s Hands. The two blades were forged from an oath made by Lucifer’s. They were given to Celina; they are the embodiment of sin.

The two blades are not of the physical plain; they are ethereal objects. Celina can summon them whenever she deems necessary.

Invidia is a long double-ended sword. Its shape is very unusual. Between the golden hilt and the point of the sword the blade widens and is decorated in golden and black designs laid on a crimson panel. Then sword then narrows towards the pinhead point. A small thin blade protrudes from the base of the weapon

Incestus is equally unusual. The blade curves like spirals that end in jagged points. The shining blue blade has its name inscribed on it. The hilt of the sword is golden and has a leather cord wrapped around it for grip.

Armor: Celina wears no armour.

Strengths: Celina is fast and excels at close quarters. Her magics are powerful as well. She specialises in ice and healing magics. With her sword combination of Invidia and Incestus she can strike out quickly and forcefully. She uses enchantments to disable the opponent.

Weaknesses: Celina’s light weight makes her easy to toss around. Her aggressive fighting style can also leave her very open to attack at times. Her lust and carving for power is often her downfall. Her lack of armour means physical attacks are very effect against her. Light magic is her largest weakness.

Skills/Magic: Celina specialises in healing and ice magics. She is also known to be able to travel on the northern winds. Her true skill lies within her enchantress abilities.

Ice Magic

Frozen Wind-Celina freezes the moisture in the area and then uses the pieces of ice as projectiles.

Hail-Celina summons a massive hail storm.

Pincers of Ice-Celina makes long spikes of ice fire out of the ground beneath the target.

Freeze Water-Celina has the ability to freeze water. The amount of energy required varies depending on the amount of water that is frozen.

Healing Magic

Satan’s Blessing-Dark energies are poured from her body into the target. This heals demonic beings. When used on non-demonic beings it unlocks the darkness within the target’s heart. Requires physical contact.

Demonic Redemption-Celina has the ability to make her fellow demons rise from the dead. This can be used even on demons that have died thousands of years before hand. The amount of energy used depends on both the strength of the demon and how long they have been dead for. If the demon is truly powerful and has been dead for thousands apon thousands of years she is required to make a sacrifice and also requires the help of another demonic sorcerer. This spell takes a minimum of 20mins to cast and maximum of 2 weeks.

Enchantress Skills

Hypnotism-Hypnotises the target and puts them under her influence. Only effects weak targets.

Song of the Siren-Her ancient Siren ancestry allows her to sing the song that they used to lure so many sailors to their deaths. It affects nearly every male. It doesn’t affect any women.

Slight Hand-Celina begins making strange movements with her hands. The movements captivate the target and make them believe she is still there, waving her hands when she has in fact moved. This skill can be used to make escapes or to sneak up on people.

Personality:
Celina is deceptive by nature. She is by no means trustworthy and is always trying to benefit herself in what ever way possible.

In battle she is extremely misleading and aggressive. She will often confuse the opponent with her illusionary skill and then finish them with a few rapid and precise blows from Invidia and Incestus.

Celina craves power and is driven by her lust for it. She is always trying to put herself in the highest possible position of power and does not care what sacrifices must be made to reach it.

Appearance:

Celina is a beautiful temptress. Her looks have lured many to their painful deaths. Her slim figure is covered by a long white robe that reaches to her feet. Her pale white skin is riddled by many long curving tattoos, much like vines and of a similar colour. Her light wings spread from beneath her soft robe. Her wings are as magnificent as those of any other flying beast. Her slender feet are always bare.

History:

-Celina was born to a Siren over 1500 years ago.

-The Siren abandoned her and left her at the doorstep of the Augustus family, a roman family.

-She was raised by the Augustus family and treated as one of their own.

-At the age of sixteen Celina came across an angel called Tueor.

-She fell in love with Tueor.

-Three years later, when Celina was only nineteen, she and the Augustus family were killed by a group of thieves.

-Tueor debated with the Council of Angels and eventually they decided to resurrect Celina as an angel.

-Tueor began to train Celina in the way of the warrior, as a war with Lucifer’s forces was imminent.

-One hundred years later a war broke out between Heaven and Hell.

-This war was called “The War of Alliance”

-During this war the demons were overpowering the angels.

-Tueor’s commander wanted to make a direct assault on hell but Tueor disagreed. He was forced to find an alternative.

-Tueor came across records of an ancient sword; the Sword of the Pact. He decided it was the only option.

-He told Celina to wait as he went to search for it. She refused to let him go alone.

-The two angels set off to Bethlehem, where the sword was supposedly hidden.

-After much difficulty the angels found the sword in a massive cavern.

-Tueor claimed the sword.

-After Tueor claimed the sword Satan appeared.

-The two angels managed to fight off Satan.

-During the fight the Sword of the Pact had begun to take over Tueor’s mind and body.

-He turned on Celina, laughing insanely and then swung the sword. Her body fell limp to the floor.

-After Celina’s second death she appeared in an empty darkness.

-This darkness was completely empty, empty of sound, empty of life, empty of smell, empty of feelings, empty of taste, empty of memories. It was total darkness.

-While Celina lay floating through this darkness she was visited by Satan.

-Satan placed his blessing apon her.

-His blessing meant that his power became hers, so to speak.

-Celina was given a new body, a demonic body.

-The Devil explained to her that she had had one purpose in life, and that purpose was to become his lieutenant.

-But she could not fill her role yet, she had to claim the Sword of the Pact from Tueor (who was now Mesfido).

-To do that the blade would have to become a full vessel of evil and for that to happen Mesfido would to have to become a being of pure evil.

-Celina and Lucifer began to make plans to acquire the blade.

-The two demons visited the fallen angel on one of his most pitiful nights.

-Satan offered Celina to Mesfido. Mesfido would have to do the Devil’s deeds if he agreed.

-Mesfido had accepted.

-Celina continued to play along, seducing and tempting Mesfido, getting him to do evil and feed the Sword of the Pact the evil energies with his deeds.

-Several years later Mesfido discovered that Celina was in love with Lucifer.

-He left the Devil’s service.

-Lucifer was outraged; he swore to pry the sword from the dead angel’s hands.

-Lucifer formed a seal apon this oath. The seal was, or rather were Invidia and Incestus.

-Now there were weapons that could stand up to of the Sword of the Pact: the Swords of Vindictive Oath, Invidia and Incestus.

-Lucifer placed the swords in his most trusted general’s hands, Celina’s hands.

-With that Lucifer and Celina set about tricking Mesfido, the fallen angel.

-At every turn of the angel’s back they are there, watching.

Battles
The War Within (Finished)
Cruel Destiny (Dropped)

Fictions
A Choice of Fates (currently suspended)

Crono Order
1-A Choice of Fates
2-The War Within



Stephen Nutley
*Approved by Kitsuné*

Name: Stephen Nutley

Age: 23
Date of Birth: December 2nd, 1990

Race: Human (European)

Sex: Male

Hair: Stephen’s hair is short and curly. It completely refuses to be styled in anyway what-so-ever. It often does the exact opposite of what Stephen wants it to.

Eyes: Green, with a greyish-blue tint.

Weight: 76kg

Height: 5’ 11”

Weapon: None.

Strengths: In terms of fighting, Stephen has absolutely no strengths. His only strength is his desire to embrace life in all its fullness. He’s quite athletic when compared to the average man but he’s nothing next to the supernatural.

Weakness: Stephen is not a trained fighter, nor is he a master of any sorts of magic. His physical limitations are those of a healthy, fit human. He would be hard pressed to dodge, avoid or even survive a weak blow from any well trained, strong fighter. He has no magical resistances.

Skills/Magic: None. Imagination is his magic.

Appearance:
Stephen is tall and stocky. His shoulders are wide-set and straight, giving the impression that he is shorter and stronger than he, in reality, is. He has a strong jaw-line and his cheeks are often speckled with stubble. His eyes are green with a greyish-blue tint. His eyebrows are thin yet expressive. His hair sits messily atop his crown, a rare strand or two occasionally hangs down onto his brow. His ears are well proportioned and hardly worth commenting on.

Stephen generally wears a shirt – colour and style vary from day to day. Intermittently he will wear a t-shirt but prefers to be well dressed even for informal occasions. His shirt collar falls loosely around his thick neck, his top two or three buttons are nearly always undone, showing strands of dark chest hair. He will seldom be found wearing a tie. His shirt sleeves are rolled up ad infinitium, revealing his large forearms. The base of his shirt is normally tucked into the tops of his trousers though often hangs freely around the back.

His jeans are held up by a black, rope-like belt. He wears them at a respectable height, right around hip level. They fit loosely, hanging droopily around his legs. He generally wears a pair of black, stylish shoes, designed more for appearance than comfort.

Atop his shirt, Stephen will usually wear a simple brown jacket. It has a zip running down its centre, with a wool lined pocket on either side. There is a hidden “secret” pocket in the coat’s inner lining, a few inches from the zipper. The jacket, unfortunately, is not waterproof, nor does it provide much in the way of warmth.

Stephen wears no jewellery and has no unusual birthmarks, tattoos or any other such thing.

Personality:
Stephen is an existentialist and romanticist. Above all else he strives to live his life to its fullest. Nature and human thought are for him the most beautiful things to be found. He has no desire for death. He often thinks about it though never wishes for it; he does however accept that death is inevitable. It is the knowledge that his death is on the horizon that feeds his hunger for life.

Stephen is a kind person but by no means a saint. He does his best to give everyone a chance, trying to avoid forming opinions on a person until he gets to know them fully, but he’s human after all and it’s often impossible for him not to. He is easy enough to get on with, though he is very opinionated which often rubs people up the wrong way. When with his friends he is generally quite laidback, he however often prefers to be alone. He generally travels by himself as it gives him more freedom of choice.

A lot of the time, Stephen can be found scribbling in a notepad. He feels the need write down all his thoughts, no matter how inconsequential. Were one to look through his notebook they would find it a mess of thoughts, poetry and philosophy.

Chivalry is not dead – or so would claim Stephen. He is always courteous towards woman and a fine gentleman in their presence. If he were ever to happen upon anyone assaulting a woman’s he would leap into the fray.

In a normal fight, not the BA sort but a tussle in the streets Stephen would most likely never back away, by matter of principal and pride. He, however, is not a fool. If he came upon a trained fighter he would not even make an attempt to spar with them, if anything he would try to protect himself by reasoning with the person. If left with no other option, he would most likely flee.

Biography:
Stephen was born and grew up in Dublin, Ireland. He went to school as would anyone else of his age. He got through second level education with good grades and acquired himself a place in Trinity College. There he studied medicine till the age of twenty-two. Woman, drink, study and general banter filled his college years.

Since his mid teens Stephen has always wanted to travel. He has always thought that he would need money and resources before he would finally be able to. However, after receiving his medical degree, he decided it was time for him to leave Ireland and explore the world. He went to Dublin Airport, carrying with him all his most prized possessions, and bought himself the cheapest ticket he could find. With that step, he was on the way to his new life.

Where would it take him?

Tournaments
Loser Won't Walk Home (Locked)