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Name: Rakalosh
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 5'7
Weight:180 lbs

Appearance: Raka sports a light blue vest, boots, bandana and gauntlets. On the vest is a white pattern of lines that represents wind currents. His bandana bears the symbol of fire, for the village he is from. His hair is short and white, and his skin is a light brown. He wears the white mask of a tracker ninja.

Personality: Rakalosh always hides his true feelings about something, so no one is certain what makes him angry, or who he cares about. If he trusts and cares deeply about someone, he'll drop subtle hints like giving a small birthday present, or watching out for them in different situations. His ability to hide feelings often worries people, because they never know if he is happy or angry with them. He often simply says "Stop that." or "I'm listening."

Weapons: Two double bladed claws that strap to his gauntlets for hand to hand combat. Sen bone, which are needles primarily aimed at pressure points to paralyse opponents. Two chains that rap around his arm that are used as whips, grapple cables, or restraints against opponents.

Armor: Gauntlets and shin guards for blocking.

Skills: He knows the Byakugan technique. He is very agile, proficient in close ranged combat, and very accurate with sen bone. He is good at paralysing opponents with sen bone and stopping chackra flow with byakugan, rendering any opponent helpless.

Magic:

Air Drill: A blast of air that travels like a corkscrew to ddeflect long ranged attacks to the side.

Wind kick: He can use this horizontilly on the ground to hit multiple opponents, or vertically in the air as a charge attack.

Bubble: He creates a bubble of air that lets him glide for ten seconds. It offers slight protection.

Boost: Launching with hands or feet, he can achieve major jumps.

Strengths: His senbone and byakugan can help him restrain just about anyone. His proficiency in close ranged combat helps him defeat most opponents who are within arm's reach, and high speed and agility help him get over there.

Weaknesses: Low armor makes him vulnerable to long ranged attacks. Sen bone is only good if it connects with pressure points, so he doesn't have a great long ranged attack. His byakugan is useless in dark or foggy places.

Background Rakalosh is a Chunin traker ninja from the land of Fire. The Hyuuga clan that he is from is seperated into two sides, and he prefers to keep which side he is from a secret. He has trained himself with byakugan and sen bone to apprehend almost any enemy while not making a huge scene. when things get dicey, he kills his opponent with hand to hand combat techniques, finishing the person off with a simple slitting of the throat.

There are five hidden ninja villages that protect most areas of the world, and hide very important secrets. Every ninja holds secrets that could mean a village's downfall if the person turns traitor and escapes. This is where tracker ninja like Raka come in. He tracks down enemies, and ambushes them with sen bone. If something goes wrong, he will move in and use his byakugan to stop the flow of chakra or magic, that makes elite ninja extremely powerful.

He doesn't like to draw crowds that may contain innocent bystanders or allies of his target, however he can use close ranged fighting techniques to draw his enemy in and control his actions. If the mission calls for a live capture, he is prepared, but he will not hesitate if the mission calls for killing. Whatever is in the best interest of his village, he will do.

Raka comes from a somewhat protective family, where his parents didn't trust strangers. They always told him not to show too much emotion, or speak too freely about his information. This security against strangers, and his parents need to keep their secrets inside the family is why he became a tracker.

As for his parent's secrets, it is believed they may be hiding a dark past that they want to forget. The only thing he is certain of is that they love him, and have not committed any criminal actions since he was born.

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Name: Calavera W. Overlook
Age: 35
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Hair: Long, black, with grey "stripes"
Eyes: Black; small
Weight: 73
Height: 7-feet,82-inches
Weapon: Two-handed Katana

Strengths: his abilities to guess what other people think, like a "sixth sense"; he likes to use that in order to discover secret enemies or the true identity of some people... He also uses his skills; (see below) to be known and praised by other people; another of his positive points is that he likes to protect every living being... he would do almost anything to save a simple, unprotected lizard; may sound ridiculous, but he thinks that every one deserves to live, and don't tolerate people who dislike and bad-treat animals or other person.

Weakness: Although he has very strength, and wisdom; he does not posses agility and capability to perform certain tasks and to avoid most hostile attacks... His reduced capability to do some things, have lead him to another negative point, self-confidence; when he doesn't manage to do a task or journey, his confidence drastically lowers which may cause serious problems when facing other dangerous situations, when working hard to help or do something/someone; and that can lead to the worst of its negative points: failure...

Skills/magic: "Blunder Strike": Slashes and enemy with a powerful strike, paralyzing an enemy until you hit him twice, after that the paralyzing effect end.
......................" Wishing Hor": Character's speed and constitution double until get hit by an enemy.
......................" Ghoreding’s Will": The character went berserk and its strength doubles until get two hits by an enemy.

Appearance: He as black and small eyes, that combine with his light skin... The hair is totally black, but when he reached puberty, the hair was painted with grey stripes, and he still paints them every time they start to vanish. He also has facial hair, goatee style, also black, with grey stripes. He can be proud of having a strong body, with large shoulders and muscles; a properly body to a warrior...
He uses a two horned, red and brown, helm; that combines with the brown boots and red gloves; his golden bracelets with sapphires incrusted in them give him a "travelled" warrior look; he also wear a Steel plate and steel leggings; along with a "iced-blue" belt and a white and yellow cloak; his last clothing his on the shoulders; One-spiked, red and golden, "shoulder plates"... A regular warrior in the general...

Personality: Well, a little bit egocentric, but at the same time, a good heart person that thinks in everyone; a little strange yes, but that's what makes him unique in the world, he doesn't care even a little about other peoples thoughts about him, he just likes the way he is, and thinks that all people would do better if they also had confidence in themselves, and the way they are... Sometimes, he just cares about attracting attentions to himself, showing off, but other times, he tries to protect and save everyone he can... He also goes straight into the subject, or "you" want to negotiate or not, or "you" want to fight or not; and so on...

Biography: When he was a little boy, he was kidnapped and taken to a secret place, a place where all kinds of warriors were trained, the little boy stayed there until it's 13 years old, when he started training with others of the same age, He soon got used to that kind of training, it wasn't really difficult, but to a 13 year-old boy, it was enough. But someday; that secret place, you could call it a school for warriors; a secret school... it was attacked by the guards of Sunridge, under the king's orders, to rescue and bring back the children; as the students at the secret school didn't know anything about that; they defended the place with their own lives... this young lad Calavera didn't fought though... he was too scared and fearing his own incapacity to help on the protection of that place...

So, when everything was over, he got out of his hideout, and saw that the students had managed to defend the school, only a few of them had survived though... And when he tried to go talk with them, some knights appeared from the forest and killed the remaining students. Calavera watched everything from the small alcove in one of the walls; and from that day on, he decided to make those knights and the one who sent them, to pay... for his colleges, friends, teachers, and his only home, the school; destruction...
These days he grown up to an adult, and is now a fine warrior-commander that is still searching for the trail of those mysterious knights, and the secret entity that sent them...

He travelled forth trough mountains, woods, drylands, Lakes... He visited many cities and villages; until one day...
He found an ancient man as he travelled to Barekeeper Mountains; the ancient predicted Calavera's future.
"...... Oh, god... So much disaster to only one bearing it..." Calavera asked what was the meaning of that.
"Oh, oh, oh... you don't wanna know that!” the ancient answered... and departed to the mountains.

A few days later, when Calavera was camping during the night... A group of hunters came by, and stopped to say hello.
They decided to camp with Calavera until the next morning, when they all started their long journey...
They were three men and a woman, one was Bornus, other was Wringly, and the last man was Turgad; as for the woman, Kityara was her name. They kept company to Calavera during two weeks, after they crossed Moon woods, their ways divided, from Vyuldrum city, the hunters went to Boar planes, Calavera embarked on a ship that was departing to Lightshire... A few days later, Calavera reached is destination, in Lightshire; he paid to a mercenary for his help and company... Now, this happened when he was 27 years, the mercenary he had paid to, did actually go with him during 2 more years, when an ambush from Thieves got them unprotected; and the mercenary didn't manage to escape...

Once again, alone, Calavera decided to went directly to Sunridge city, from where those guards came from when he was 13 years old. Probably, the mysterious knights should have come from here too...
He reached the city, at the beginning of Spring, and the enormous city gates with Iron symbols were shinning at the Sun light... As he entered the city, the guards spotted him, and arrested him...
They took him to the throne's room, where the king was waiting!
"King- I thought I had killed you all! My guards went to that stupid school of yours to save you all; and you kill them?!"
"Calavera- What you mean, save us? You attacked the school!! You killed our instructors! What were you waiting for?"
"King- Your teachers were nothing more than rats!! They kidnapped you all when children you were, and took you to that cursed school!!"
"Calavera- ......"
"King- Now let me tell you: ... you're gonna die! Or, do you prefer to be held captive in a prison? Until your life end? Ah, ah, ah...!"
As Calavera answered, the king sent him to the prison:
"King- You'll die there...!! Do you hear me!? You'll DIE!!"
During many years, Calavera stayed in that prison, but then, suddenly; the castle was attacked... Calavera could hear the explosions in the streets, the buildings being burned... the screams of the people that were being attacked... He waited to see what would happen; the door of his cell was opened, he didn't recognize those people at first, but then...
"Calavera- Oh, god!! How did you found me?"
"Bornus- We explain later, now c'mon!"
They all started running through the burning tunnels of the castle; the floor was covered with corpses... They stopped in front of a hole on the ground; Kityara looked at Calavera and said:
"Kityara- jump down on this hole! And then follow the river north; we'll meet with you in a small fountain near the river. Go now!!!"

Calavera jumped down to the hole and expected everything but a slide down! He started sliding and got out through a hole in the castle's wall, he flied over the water channel in front of the castle, and got himself stuck on top of tree... He sited on the middle of the leafs and from there watched the destruction of the city... He jumped down of the tree, and followed the water channel of the castle to the east; until it joined the river, he followed it to the North, and a few hours later, a small fountain was shinning on the left side of the river... He went there.
Some time later, the people who helped him, appeared and joined him.
"Bornus- Are you ok?"
"Calavera- Yeah, thanks to you, how did you found me?"
"Bornus- We didn't. We just heard rumours that you were being held captive in Sunridge's castle; as we are working to the King of Elves that suspects that Sunridge king is a corrupt man, he sent us and his army to destroy the city."
"Calavera- And what do I have to do with your king's problems?"
"Turgad- Nothing, of course! But when we told the Elves king that you were our friend, he managed to arrange an attack to Sunridge without having the Velbym Counsel on our backs, ready to take us down."
"Wringly- Now that you are safe; our King told us to take you to his presence, will you come with us?"
"Calavera- Sure! I'll go..."

And during days, they travelled to Seladram, city of Elves...
When they reached the king's chamber, he looked at Calavera and went to talk with him with privacy... No one knows what they talked about; but when Calavera go out of the room with the king; he was decided to stay in Seladram, working for the king...

And he's still there, now, he lives near Wringly; Kityara and the other two live in a village separated by Seladram, by only a small forest; and goes to speak with the king to receive a new task, everyday...
But despite the new life, he still awaits a chance to search for the mysterious knights... In case they hadn't been killed already in Sunridge's attack...


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Class: Warrior
Class type: Weapon master
Weapon appearance: A two-handed katana, with the blade of steel, the "protecting part" of gold, and the "grabbing part" of resistant wood.
Destiny: Become the Ruler of Light in his world or Lord of Darkness in the Underland, the final choice will be made by him and only him...

Name: Awaineko

Age: 20

Race: Neko (half-breed [Human + Neko-demon])

Sex: Female

Hair: Pure white. Goes down to her shoulders.

Eyes: Purple

Height: 5’ 4” (5’ 7” with her ears)

Weight: 100 lbs.

Weapon: Claws and Magic

Armor: (See skills/magic)

Strengths: She’s very lithe. Allowing her to move and dodge fast and her spells are strong without taking a very long time to cast. Paired with her sister, Myouneko, their spells are deadly. With affinity to light and holy magic those types of spells don’t affect her and weapons based with those attributes can be slightly manipulated by her to make it harder to harm her with them (though a strong enough attack will hit her regardless). She has the ability to harness and even absorb existing free light/holy energy in her vicinity to bolster her own power and can enchant object to strengthen them or to manipulate objects to throw at her opponents or shield herself with. Her magic’s affinity is mostly toward boosting ability and healing, but by no means are her attack spells weak. Blinding attacks by light have no effect on her and an abundance of light increases her power. Both she and her sister have weak telepathic ability. Not enough to harm someone else, but enough to link with each other’s minds and sometimes pick up a thought or two from a foe and can help defend each other’s mind from mental attack. Though weak to water based attacks, she actually enjoys swimming and doesn’t mind getting wet.

Weaknesses: With her small frame and lack of armor, she’s at a disadvantage when in close combat. She only knows basic hand-to-hand combat; just enough to block a few punches or kicks if she can’t get away or dodge, but too much after that can overwhelm her quickly. While her magical endurance is very high, she can be physically worn out quickly against faster opponents and against strong opponents her low body weight makes her easily thrown distances. Her two worst weaknesses are water and dark/demonic magic and attributed attacks, causing her a lot of pain and temporarily weakening her light powers. Her telepathic ability does have one downside; too much pain to either one will end up being felt by the other and can wind up debilitating both of them since they’re too closely bonded to completely block one another out.

Skills/Magic: She has a good number of spells for use on her own and even has a few “Twin Attacks” she uses in tandem with her sister, Myouneko and are described later. Her light attacks are intense enough to cause burns to flesh.

Light ball - As the name implies, she forms a ball of light in her hand about the size of a baseball usually and throws it at the opponent. It doesn’t require much energy and the ball itself is strong enough to crack rock and explodes on contact. Travels fairly slow and doesn’t have much range since she isn’t physically very strong. In a pinch, she can just slam the ball into the opponent to blast them away.

Light Cannon - Basically, it’s her Light ball attack on steroids. She forms the Light ball attack, but instead fires it at speeds and ranges comparable to a strong bow shot. Strong enough to blow holes in rock and dent/crack metals. Uses more energy then Light ball due to how it works. Like Light ball, it explodes on contact.

Armor of light - Forms an armor of light energy around herself or others. The armor absorbs light and holy based attacks and magic as a fuel, but is easily breached by dark and demonic based attacks and magic. It can easily stop small things like arrows and throwing knives, but shatters if struck repeatedly by swords and spears. Disappears after a minute and 30 seconds with a 2 minute lag until its next cast. It can be formed partially to protect maybe just their arms or can cover them completely. Places covered by this armor are covered in a pure white coloration.

Light boost - Increases the recipient’s physical speed and their reaction time for 3 minutes. While in effect, the person’s body shimmers iridescently. When used on herself, she also speeds up her casting time, but when it ends she’s slightly slower for a moment.

Revitalize - Bathes a wound in light energy and heals it without a scar. Small wound heal fast, large ones can take a few minutes and a fatal wound can be healed, but is very draining. Strong enough to regrow limbs.

Holy Edge - Casts an aura of destructive light around an object. Can even be cast on her own or her sister’s claws.

Energy gift - Allows her to transfer some of her magical energy to another person.

Light freeze - Using her light energy, she attempts to freeze an opponent in place by stopping their muscles from responding. Only affects voluntary muscles (Meaning heart beat and breathing doesn’t get affected). The more physically and/or magically strong the target is the faster they’ll break free.

Damage Guardian - A sacrificial technique she developed in secret during the one time her sister couldn’t protest, while she was sleep. This move allows Awaineko to prevent any and all injury to her sister by having it inflicted upon herself instead. Everything from a slash to a burn or even a punch or impalement is inflicted on her body instead of Myouneko’s. To a viewer, a sword slash would go across Myouneko’s chest and both do and show nothing while Awaineko’s chest would suddenly slash open and bleed as if she was hit instead. The move itself isn’t very demanding, but the constant healing of herself could drain her fast. Myouneko can stop this move at any time after she realizes it’s on.

Appearance: Picture of both found here. Awaineko’s on the left. She wears a one-piece, white dress without sleeves and an upper back that’s mostly held up by a wide strap on her shoulders. It goes down to just above her knees and has black trim along the edges of the strap and bottom of the dress. At the top, three back bows hold the top-front of the dress closed and she has an Amethyst around her right wrist on a golden chain. A plain black collar sits around the base of her neck. It’s made of hard leather that can stop small things like throwing knives, but not much more. Near the base of her spine, a three inch slit is cut in her dress to allow her pure white tail to come out without lifting up her dress and showing off her lack of panties. On her feet, she wears white leather shoes, worn a bit from a lot of walking but still good for much more. Cute is likely the best word for describing her face and appearance and her collar definitely helps this along with the way her semi-short, pure white hair frames her face and her beautiful cat-like eyes with her cute three inch snow white cat ears adding to this. She’s thin and shapely without being overly thin or busty and her long, graceful arms and legs give a hint of her great flexibility. Her hands and fingers are no different, also being long and graceful and perfectly suited for spell casting or thievery and her long fingernails are painted white to hide her sharp, inch long claws. Her skin is light and blemish-free without being pale and her tail is long enough to reach her ears. She can always be found within 30 feet of her sister, Myouneko.

Personality: She’s a bright and cheerful girl that enjoys having fun with her sister Myouneko all the time and is never willing to be more then 10 meters from her. She tends to see things from a brighter point, in contrast to her sister’s slightly darker nature and can pick out the truth effortlessly thanks in part to her telepathy and her personality. One of both her and her sister’s favorite things is using their telepathic link to finish each others sentences and tend to speak in turn because of the fact they always know each others next thought. Also in thanks to their telepathy, the two are almost always conversing mentally which is how they never get in each others way during a fight. Awaineko tends to help as support and enjoys the role, being a natural healer and is a nice surprise for those that think she can’t fight directly. She also has no qualms about her body being exposed or being seen without clothing thanks to her upbringing. The tail slit is more for when around other races that aren’t as “carefree” as her hometown. She also enjoys being high in a tree, swimming, and having some private fun with her sister. When in battle, she’s quiet, serious, and observing, specializing in support magic tends to make one a great analyst and Awaineko is no exception to this. Even when fighting, she studies the opponent’s moves and attacks for weaknesses and patterns and shares the information with her sister over their mental link to help end battles without too much blood shed or any killing. Meanwhile, she’s alert to help her sister all the time. She usually can be seen smiling with a happy look on her face that gives her a false naïve look. The two sisters are also lesbianistic both toward each other and toward other woman. It's one of the many things that link them as twins.




Name: Myouneko

Age: 20

Race: Neko (half-breed [Human + Neko-demon])

Sex: Female

Hair: Pitch black. Ends at mid-back

Eyes: Azure

Height: 5’ 4” (5’ 7” with her ears)

Weight: 100 lbs.

Weapon: Claws and Magic

Armor: (See skills/magic)

Strengths: Like her sister, she’s very lithe and her spells are quick. When her spells combine with Awaineko’s their destructive abilities jump. Dark and demonic magic have no effect on her and she can manipulate things of that attribute to lessen the chance they’ll hit her (though a strong enough attack will hit her regardless). The free dark and demonic energy around her can be used to strengthen herself and objects around her can be enchanted with her power to be strengthened or manipulated to her aid. Her magic, unlike her sister Awaineko’s, is focused toward attacking and negative effects rather then healing, but she does have good healing ability. Blinding spells by darkness don’t affect her and an abundance of darkness increases her ability. Both she and her sister have weak telepathic ability. Not enough to harm someone else, but enough to link with each other’s minds and sometimes pick up a thought or two from a foe and can help defend each other’s mind from mental attack. Though weak to water based attacks, she actually enjoys swimming and doesn’t mind getting wet.

Weaknesses: She’s small and light, leaving her a close range weakness and she knows only about as much hand-to-hand skills as her sister. Meaning she can be quickly overwhelmed physically. Though she can be physically worn out fast, her magically endurance is quite high, allowing her to cast long after most would be tired and strong foe can easily toss her due to her low body weight. Water and light/holy magic and attributed attacks are her major weaknesses, they hurt her a lot and weaken her dark powers. Her telepathic ability does have one downside; too much pain to either one will end up being felt by the other and can wind up debilitating both of them since they’re too closely bonded to completely block one another out.

Skills/Magic: She has a good number of spells for use on her own and even has a few “Twin Attacks” she uses in tandem with her sister, Awaineko and are described later. Her dark attacks are powerful enough to cause numbness.

Dark Cannon - Much like her sister’s move, she forms a ball of darkness in her hand about the size of a baseball and fires it at speeds and ranges comparable to a strong bow shot. Strong enough to blow holes in rock and dent/crack metals. Like her sister’s, it explodes on contact.

Dark Sword - Forms a sword made of darkness to fly at the opponent. The sword itself is able to cut just like a normal sword and when it hits a surface, the sword unleashes a weak, dark shockwave to knock the opponent away from the impact site.

Black Aird - Five black crystals form around Myouneko and fire beams of pure dark energy at a foe. Each one has the energy to fire continuously for 2 minutes and are under Myouneko‘s command. The beams are strong enough to stagger a grown man and can shoot holes in leather.

Black Beast - Hits an opponent with human-sized black wave of energy in the shape of lion’s head that comes from her palms. Used to throw a foe away from her. Hits hard enough to bruise and can throw a 160 lb. man 5 meters away. Uses a chunk of energy and is only used within 4 feet of herself.

Armor of Darkness - Basically, it’s the dark version of her sister’s Armor of Light with the same weakness and time constraints. It can be formed partially to protect maybe just their arms or can cover them completely. Places covered by this armor are covered in a pitch black coloration.

Dark Break - Decreases a foe’s physically speed and reaction time. Can last up to 3 minutes if the opponent is weak to magic or can’t resist magic well. Mages can throw off this enchantment almost instantly and magic-users can resist it enough to only be slowed for a minute or two. While in effect, the person looks to be covered in shining black stars. When used on herself it greatly slows her bleeding if it doesn’t stop it altogether, allowing her to keep from bleeding to death until healed but she’s forced to be slowed for the full 3 minutes.

Shadow Healing - Covers wounds in darkness to stop bleeding and heal it with no scar. Unlike Awaineko’s Revitalize, she can’t heal wounds much worse than a slightly bad sword slice, though she can heal it in less then a minute.

Shadow Edge - Casts an aura of punishing darkness around an object. Can even be cast on her own or her sister’s claws.

Energy Transfer - She attempts to steal energy from a target to give to another. Those weak to magic would be hard pressed to prevent some energy from be taken while a mage could feedback this attack to injure Myouneko.

Appearance: Picture of both found here. Myouneko’s on the right. She wears a one piece, shoulder-less and strapless black dress hold up mostly by the short sleeves of the dress. It goes down to stop just about at her knees and sports white, fuzzy trim at the top and bottom of her dress. At the top, two amber colored bows hold the top-back closed with a similar bow at the ends of both sleeves and in her hair next to her left ear, she has a white furry hair pin. A plain white collar sits around the base of her neck. It’s made of hard leather that can stop small things like throwing knives, but not much more. Near the base of her spine, a three inch slit is cut in her dress to allow her pitch black tail to come out without lifting up her dress and showing off her lack of panties. On her feet, she wears black leather shoes, worn a bit from a lot of walking but still good for much more. Cute is likely the best word for describing her face and appearance and her collar definitely helps this along with the way her long, black hair gives her a youthful look, nicely frame her face and beautiful cat-like eyes along with her cute, three inch cat ears. Much like her sister, her body is curvy without being overly thin or busty with long, graceful arms and legs that hint at her great flexibility. Her hands and fingers reflect this as well, being long and graceful, made perfectly for thievery or spell casting with long, black nails to conceal her sharp, inch long claws. Her skin is light and blemish-free without being pale and her tail is long enough to reach her ears. She can always be found within 30 feet of her sister, Awaineko.

Personality: She’s the dark, but happy sister of Awaineko and would rather be stabbed then be more than 10 meters from her. She sees things in a darker, slightly more evil way then her cheery sister and is able to easily detect lies thanks in part to her telepathy and personality. One of both her and her sister’s favorite things is using their telepathic link to finish each others sentences and tend to speak in turn because of the fact they always know each others next thought. Also in thanks to their telepathy, the two are almost always conversing mentally which is how they never get in each others way during a fight. Myouneko is great at changing and applying new things into her strategies when her sister gives her new information and can react a bit faster then her analyst sister can. As the better attacker, she enjoys protecting her sister and making the opponent react instead of acting and proves an interesting surprise of those that believe she needs her sister for support spells. Also, much like her sister she isn’t body shy in any way, shape or form because of their upbringing and Myouneko was actually the one that suggested the tail slits for their dresses. In battle, she pushes her foe to deal with her instead of her sister and tends to provide a great distraction for her sister to gather information and support mostly unnoticed by the foe. She can usually be found with a dark, slightly devious smile that can make her look mischievous at times. Her favorite pastime is being high in a tree, swimming, and having some private fun with her sister. The two sisters are also lesbianistic both toward each other and toward other woman. It's one of the many things that link them as twins.


Skills/Magic 2: Described here are the “Twin Attacks” that Awaineko and Myouneko use in tandem with each other. These can’t be use if one of them is unconscious or drained.

Twilight Cannon - The sisters extend their hands toward the foe and launch a highly destructive ball of light and dark energy about twice the size of a bowling ball at the opponent. The ball explodes on contact with a surface and travels at speeds comparable to a powerful bow shot and ranges comparable to a sniper rifle. Takes a chunk of energy from both, but the strength makes it worth it. Strong enough to punch holes in metal.

Energy Loop - The sisters create a unified energy “pool” between them by having Awaineko give energy to her sister while Myouneko passes the energy of the enemy into Awaineko, creating a loop that the twins then exclude the foe from before energy can be given to him as well. Allows them to revitalize one another and is the only Twin attack that can be used if one of them is drained, but can’t if both are drained.

Beast Blast - Myouneko performs a Black Beast attack immediately followed up by Awaineko’s Light Ball or Light Cannon to hurl the foe even farther while doing great damage, unlike the original Black Beast.

Death Play - Possibly the sister’s most fatal attack. Awaineko freezes the foe in place and attempts to hold them long enough for Myouneko to pierce their chest with a spiraling black energy sword. Foes weak to magic are all but screwed against this while those that are physically and/or magically strong can quickly break free in time to dodge the sword strike. Takes a good deal of energy, but can kill or fatally wound a foe in one shot.

Flare of Conspiracy - A destructive assault inspired by a similar attack used by an ancient beast of great power the Twins read about. The two move to both sides of an opponent and fire light and dark energy into two unstable spheres around the foe. After building the strength to the desired level, they touch the spheres to cause a violent light/dark energy reaction that leads to a powerful explosion. They can usually be heard whispering in conspiring undertones before launching it.

Armor of Twilight - The sister’s fuse their armors to form a stronger version that lasts much longer and is stronger then the original armors. It absorbs both light and dark energy attacks and repeated sword/spear strikes take much longer to shatter it. Last for three minutes, but takes three minutes “recharge”. Like its weaker forms, it can be formed partially to protect maybe just their arms or can cover them completely. Places covered by this armor are covered in a spiral of white and black coloration.

Joint History: Awaineko and Myouneko are, despite appearances, twin sisters born to the Neko-demon Seleyneko and her human husband Eldritch Kuroi. They lived in Zarathustra, a prosperous forest town made up of mostly Neko-demons and Neko half-breeds with a few humans and was a very “unrestricted” when it came to clothing. It was the vast forest the town was located it that was the main cause of this; its pulse of life resonated with Nekos and created a kind of weak aphrodisiac that didn’t take long to make a clothing optional agreement among the populace. It seems I’ve gone off topic. Anyway, Awaineko and Myouneko was a unique pair. They differed from other twins in that they weren’t each others mirror, but rather they were each others inverted image. As kids they were never separated, doing everything possible together from sleeping to eating and of course, playing. The two hated being separate for any reason, especially when there was no reason it could be done together.

The two were in rolled in school at age 6. It was here during a period of boredom they happened to discover their telepathy and answer the reason why knew exactly where the other was during the few times they’d been forced to separate by teachers or their parents. At first it was difficult to use, but thanks to their closeness they learned quickly and made it easier for them to use and developed an unbreakable link with each other. Armed with this, school went by quick and easily for them. They were academically great students and their link allowed both to think on questions that would stump just one of them. They breezed through the curriculum: Math, Science, Sex education, and English.

At 12 they finished school two years earlier then most would have and chose to spend their time exploring the forest, learning magic from their sorceress mother, and having some “fun” usually with each other and occasionally with twin boys they’d met during school. Their magical specialties showed early and so their training branched off soon after the basics; Myouneko went toward attacking and negative inflictions and Awaineko went toward healing and support effects. Again, their link helped out for at first they had extreme trouble trying to learn each others specialty, but their direct mental link gave insight that greatly helped. They spent the next 7 years learning everything they could from their mother and developing their Twin Attacks until finally, they were told they would need to experience the world outside of town to learn the workings of her strongest magic. For a little while they stayed at home, learning a few more personal techniques for each other before they made the decision to leave and broaden their horizons. So at the age of 19, they made their goodbyes and left their peaceful town to see and experience the world. Just as well, for their curiosity was nearing point of making them want to leave soon anyway. Never separate, they travel together even as I speak the story of their past and it is here I give their tale back to them.

***

“Have I done a good job, my dears?” said an old man sitting in a large chair near a fire.

“Yes you have,” “Old man. Thank you,” the twins said, finishing the others sentence. The two smiled and stretched before walking up to him and kissing his cheek. “You did a great job,” “Considering the information we gave you. How,” “Much do we owe you,” “For this?”

The old man waved the statement away. “Bah! You owe nothing. It was enjoyable for me and your company and kiss was more then enough. Not many come to listen to my stories, much less give me a new one. Now, off to bed with you. It’s getting late and your journey continues in the morning. I’ll see you then.

“I see. Good night, old man.” Awaineko hugged him and started to the stairs. Myouneko soon mirrored her sister’s action.

“See you in the morning at breakfast.” Myouneko disappeared up the stairs after her twin.

The old man smiled as he got to his feet. “Good night. May your beautiful story continue for quite some time,” he murmured to himself before going through a nearby doorway to his own room.

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Name: Axle.
Age: 32.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.

Hair: Short, dirty blond hair. He also has a small, shaven beard surrounding his mouth.
Eyes: Light blue.

Weight: 114 kilograms.
Height: 6 foot 5.

Occupation: Flame of the RedClad Forces.

Mount: A black stallion called Thammund; he is well bred and fast.
Weapon: Steel Broadsword, Traditional steel Round-Axe of the RedClad Forces, and a titanium headed Battle-Hammer. He only ever carries one at once on his weapon belt, and the others on his horse, Thammund.
Armour: Traditional Battle-Armour of the RedClad Forces; a grey tunic, over which steel chain mail is worn under a red leather jacket. Red leather, chain-mail-backed gloves and red leather boots with steel-reinforced soles. He also wears red leather pants.

Strengths: Axle’s strength lies in his abilities to take command, his weapon skills, his sheer size and strength, and his sharp mind.
Weaknesses: Axle is slightly phobic of forests.. When in one-on-one combat, he can hold his ground, especially when mounted on Thammund, but he is helpless without a weapon. He is short to anger, and can get frustrated about even the smallest things.

Skills/Magic: Axle is a very good axeman if anything, but he has no magic abilities.

Appearance: Axle is a tall man, looking like a battle-hardened veteran, which he is, and does not appear to the kind of person you would take an instant liking to. His blond hair is unbrushed, and his beard rarely shaven. His form is very muscular, hence his weight. A thin scare runs across his right brest. . Axle is a foreboding-looking man, but his appearance is striking, wether relaxed, or at war.
Personality: Axle is an open man, but quick to anger. He is one never to be seen wearing a helmet, as he likes to see the world through his bare eyes, and to look his enemy straight in the eyes. His mind is riddled with questions, and to how his mind actually works; he is the only one who knows.

Biography: A man trudges through three feet of snow, dragging himself along. He hears a noise, the sound of a whisper on the wind. The Mortegar. he thought. He now walked more carefully, watching the trees around him, listening to the whispers. Then he heard the speech of a wraith, much closer now.
“Flesh to feeeeed on. Flesh to feeeeed on. Weeeee must feeeeed.”
“Show yourself, you abominations!” the man drew his sword.
“So, you want to fight, eh? Soon weeeee will feeeeed, my prettieeeees. So close now, so close…”
“Show yourself!” the man was becoming distressed. He was afraid of them, but it was he who had hunted them all his life! I’m a coward! But I must fight them. he sincerely hoped they would be bulks, the more substantial of the wraiths. Then he saw it: smoke drifted down from the sky and in front of him. It formed a creature, seven feet tall; thin, with long, whip-like limbs, two claws on each hand, to claws on each foot. A human skull masked its head, with black liquid seeping from the eyes, dripping on the ground.
It opened its mouth wide, wider than a human could, “Ahhh…” a black smoke drifted out onto the man’s face, choking him. He ran, not knowing how to fight this new kind of wraith which he had never seen before. He sprinted, as fast as he could, through the snow. And as the black liquid from the wraith’s eyes hit the snow, it stained. And the staining spread, up to the man’s feet, until it was a good hundred paces in front of him. He could not escape the blackness. The black snow melted into a black liquid, surrounding his feet, and in front of him, formed out of the liquid the black form of three bulks. “Get him, my prettieeeees, get him!” The wraith outstretched an arm, pointing at the man, and then drifted away as smoke. The bulks’ faces were broad, with a huge, razor-sharp-tooth-lined mouth, and no eyes. They bore huge clubs, and swung them at the man. The man turned and fled, running through the black liquid, dodging trees. He then heard the sound of a babies wail, and ran towards it. He turned behind a tree, and saw a little babe, wrapped in grey cloth, and he picked it up. It was a little pale-skinned boy, and in its hands it held a small marble. The Sceptre! he shouted in his mind, grabbing the marble with his one free hand, and he threw it at the bulks. When it landed before them, it shined brightly, melting the bulks with light magic. He huddled the baby up to his chest, and ran, out of the forest.

~

Six years later

Axle walked through his father’s home, looking for his father. “Dadda! Where are you Dadda?”
“I’m here, son.” His father walked out of his bedroom, sweeping the child up in his arms, hugging him. Axle’s dirty blond hair was a mess, as usual. The boy’s little blue eyes stared into his father’s large brown ones. “What did you want me for?”
“Someone’s at the door Dadda, and I can’t reach the knob!”
“I’ll get it.” He walked up to the door, putting the Axle down. He opened the door, wondering why someone was knocking at the door at dawn. What he saw terrified him.
“Weeeee will feeeeed. And weeeee will feeeeed on you!”
“Who is it Dadda?”
“Axle! Run, upstairs, and lock yourself in the cupboard!”
“Why –”
“Just go!” Axle’s father, Rarron, ran through the house, into his room, and grabbed his sword, and faced turned to face the horror at the doorway. He slashed his sword at the wraith, but it just passed through its arm. The wraith reached out to him, grabbing him by the shoulder, and throwing him across the room. “What do you want with us?!” Rarron said, standing up
“You stole him from us, you stole him! And now weeeee will feeeeed on you! This is the end of you and your boy.”
“It is not!” Rarron leapt forward, slashing at the wraith. The wraith stood, all blows passing through it. Except one. Rarron’s blade struck the wraith’s skull, and left a small scratch, but at least he had hit the damned thing.
“Come, my prettieeeees, come!” the wraith’s form disappeared, leaving the head, floating in the air. It cracked open, exposing a floating orb of blackness. It got larger and larger, and then split up into eight. Each black orb grew a skull around it, and then grew a wraith body. Great, now there are eight of them! Rarron thought, stepping back. The front wraith, the original, grew skin over its body, and then looked like a human. It was a man, with long, black hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing a black cloak with black feathers around the collar, and a black leather fedora. The other wraiths assumed the same form, but no other than the original wore a hat. Their fingers had claws of a beast unknown, and teeth of a wolf. “Kill him.” Commanded the leader-wraith. Rarron then realised that when the wraiths were in human form that they had the voice of man, not a wraith. The wraiths jumped forward, lunging at Rarron. They slashed and hacked with their claws, doing anything they could to kill the man that had robbed them of the child. He slashed out with his sword, trying to hit them. Now that they were men they were easier to hit, but only one in every three hits actually hit them, and they kept dodging. Amidst the confusion, Axle climbed down the stairs and saw the look in the leading and hatted man’s eyes, a look of foreboding and ill will. He would never completely forget that look, or the face. Axle ran back up the stairs and locked himself in the closet, looking through the crack between the doors, hoping that he wouldn’t have to see those horrible creatures again. Never again.

Rarron kicked one of the wraiths off of him, sending it out of the door and onto the snow outside. He kept on hacking at the wraiths, but he barely hit them. He soon noticed that the wraiths were easier to hit on their limbs than anywhere else on the body. Their arms and legs could not be cut off, but when he cut them, their energy drained out of the cut, only to soon be regained after the cut had been healed, which took about three to four minutes. He finally killed one when he stabbed it straight through the chest, puncturing what its heart would be if it was human. Rarron felt better that he only had to face seven of the things, but he still hated it.

Axle sat in the musty old closet, and then remembered the small marble that his father said would keep Axle safe from any danger if it came. So he leapt up and ran out of the closet, down the stairs, and into his father’s room, all without being seen by his father or the creatures. He crawled under the bed, and grabbed the small box under the couch. He sat on the floor, and opened the box. Inside the box there was a small, clear marble, which he picked up in his small fingers. He ran out of the room, facing the creatures attacking his father. Then, the hatted creature spoke.
“The Sceptre, my pretties, the Sceptre!”
“Axle! Get back upstairs!” Axle drew his arm back, and threw the small orb of glass. It flew forward, hitting one of the wraiths in the eye, and it passed through and into the head, as if the head was its normal skull form. The wraith exploded with light, sending the other six back, writhing and twisting in pain. They all exploded in a splatter of black liquid and smoke, except the leader-wraith, who ran through the snow, forming back into a wraith. It dived up into the air, and disappeared through the snow. Rarron looked at his six-year-old son with a look of befuddlement.

~

Ten years later

Axle walked along the city path, looking at the people he passed with an eye of a hawk. His Round-Axe hung loosely off of his belt, the insignia of the RedClad Forces. It had been three years since the RedClad Flame, Razgran, had apprenticed him. When he had been, he got a horse – a black stallion –, which he named Thammund, a RedClad Round-Axe, and a Battle-Hammer. His Hammer was in his saddlebags back at the stables with Thammund and his food. He had moved out of his father’s home the day after his entering of manhood. He had found a new home in Razgran’s castle in the city of Gorgranek and had made many friends. Axle’s closest friend, Jaime, had introduced Axle to his sister, Letesia. And Letesia and Axle had soon fallen in love. They had made love four or five times since meeting, and had done so the previous night. Letesia had dark red hair, green eyes, and was three years younger than Axle. Rarron was now thirty-four and was still fit, and served the RedClad Forces. Rarron was commander of the west wing, and although Axle was Razgran’s apprentice, Rarron was ranked far higher than him, and was in-fact Razgran’s right-hand-man and caretaker of Axle, always making sure that Razgran’s heir was not harmed. Razgran was the only Warlord and King in all of Vorna that went into battle with his soldiers.
“Axle!” the shout of Jaime echoed through the streets, followed by the galloping of a horse. Jaime rode up, baring his Round-Axe. “We are called to battle! Quick!” Axle spun on his heels and ran up to Jaime, jumping up onto the horse’s back. Jaime spurred the horse onwards, down the road that wound around the hill that the castle of Gorgranek sat on.

Axle sat in his saddle, holding his axe at his side. Thammund nickered as he looked out onto the Gorgranek plains, facing south. Razgran sat on his white horse, Wynd, holding his longsword firmly with both hands. He was one of few who could ride their horse by steering with their legs, allowing him to bare a weapon two-handed if need be. The city walls stood two or three hundred metres behind them, giving them nowhere to run, but somewhere to hide. Axle shifted in his saddle, looking at the black line on the horizon. The sun was setting, and snow covered the ground. In Axle’s experience with the Mortegar he had realised that they would only ever come in winter. And winter it was. Axle spoke his mind to Jaime, who was next to him. “These are perfect conditions for wraiths.” He whispered, daring not to break the silence.
“How would you know?”
“I’ve grown up behind chased and attacked by the Mortegar. They mainly attack my father, but given the chance they would hurt me, and in the most devilish of ways.”
“We’ll just have to see.”
“Strike them on the head. It damages them the most.”
“I never said that these were actually wraiths, brother.”
“I know, but–”
“Quite in the lines!” boomed Rarron. A cloud passed over the sun and the black line on the horizon disappeared. Axle heard a snicker, and turned to his right.
“Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“It came from over there, at the middle of the wing, near Harrison.
“It was nothing. You’re imagining th–”
“ARRGH!” Harrison screamed, and was pulled off of his horse by an unknown assailant. Several more people fell from around Harrison’s previous position, followed by Rarron. Axle spurred Thammund hard, and the horse shot forward, dodging through the lines of cavalry. At the edge of the wing, Axle dived forward off of Thammund’s back. Rarron had been sucked down through the ground where the ground had turned to black liquid, and Axle splashed in. He was falling down, through the blackness, and he hit the ground with a thud. Next to him laid the form of an unconscious Rarron. He leant over his father, and shook him.
“Commander, Commander! Wake up Commander!” almost just as soon as Axle had grabbed him, Rarron was pulled downwards through the floor by an invisible force. Axle pulled viciously on Rarron, but the force was to strong, and Axle fell forward on the floor with a whack, winding him. He stood up, walking forwards into nothing. He was suddenly jerked downwards by the force and his leg was pulled through the ground. He tried to get a grip on the ground but it was too slippery, and he fel through. The next moment Axle was being dragged out of the pool of liquid by Jaime, and around them the warriors of the RedClad Forces were fighting against the Mortegar. Several bulks walked around with menacing clubs, with what looked like a grin on their faces. Rarron was a few feet away, dripping wet with the black liquid, fighting a wraith. Axle leapt up and grabbed his Round-Axe, and slew the wraith that was overpowering Rarron with a single smash to the skull. He went on to smash the head’s of three more wraiths with ease. Now he was faced by a grinning bulk, which swung a mace. Axle had recently bought some more of the small marbles that he used to fight the Mortegar, and flung one into the bulk’s mouth. The wraith exploded in a burst of blackness and light, and the light killed several more wraiths. A wave of the smaller wraiths, known as crawlers, which were the height of a dog, rushed at Axle, knocking him over. At least twenty more jumped onto the pile, all-pushing to get a bite of flesh. The crawlers were not substantial at all, and were just ordered around by the Mortegar to do their bidding. Axle struggled and struggled, but he could not move. His nose was overpowered by their stench, his mouth rank with the taste of his blood and their breath, and his flesh being torn by their claws and teeth. He finally got a marble from its pouch and held it up to the beasts. They burst open with a spurt of black blood and light. He stood up, dripping with wraith-liquid and guts. A single, lone crawler jumped at him, ripping his shirt across his right breast, leaving a deep scratch. Axle punched the crawler off his chest, standing on it. The last few lives of the wraiths were ended, as was the battle of Gorgranek. Axle walked back to Thammund, for once he would be glad to wash before going to bed.

~

Sixteen years later

Axle sat in his throne, looking over his subjects. Leaned on the right side of his throne was his Round-Axe, on the left side his Hammer, and three feet to his right stood Yl, his right-hand-man, holding his sheathed Broadsword. Razgran had died eleven years ago, and now Axle was the Flame of the RedClad Forces. Razgran had been stabbed through the chest by a bulk, and, in the first three seconds of being the Flame, Axle killed the bulk who killed his King. The battle that Razgran was killed in was a war between the Mortegar and the humans had raged for 15 years, and it had ended just the other day. The force of the RedClad had been at the Fort of Krahk, and they had to abandon the historical place that had stood for thousands of years, but now it lay in ruins. Axle sat in his throne, just hoping that the same would not happen to Gorgranek.

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You may notice some elements in this Character bio may have been influenced by certain movies/books/games. I was somewhat inspired by old westerns, Indiana Jones, and even the Cthulhu Mythos when I created this guy. Oh, and thanks, Chrono Runner, for the name.

Name: Clockshot Jack.

Age: 25.

Race: Human.

Sex: Male.

Hair: Smooth, brown hair. Has a five o'clock shadow.

Eyes: Brown.

Weight: 150 lbs.

Height: 7 feet.

Weapon: He has two silver revolvers. He usually only uses one at a time, although he sometimes uses both. He also has a magically charged whip, capable of being used as a normal weapon or as a lasso. He also has a special knife, used in rare occasions, that was forged from admantite, given to him by Maiora (Will explain later).

Armor: Khaki clothes. Cowboy hat. Bullet-proof vest. Cowboy boots, with the spiked ends.

Strengths: He has an advantage over enemies that lack ranged weaponry. He also has abnormally good eyesight, which allows him to have a near perfect ratio of hitting a target with either of his revolvers. His great physical condition allows him to move with great agility and skill.

Weakness: Mechanical enemies are effective against him. Magic can be effective against him. Ranged enemies are also good against him. Fast enemies can confuse him, at times.

Skills/Magic:

Rapid Fire- Jack pulls out both of his revolvers and fires multiple shots. The bullets are actually energy blasts, powered by Maiora.

Whip of Thunder- Jack whips the enemy with an electrical charge.

Beast Wrath- The primal fury within Jack awakens. He has heightened physical abilities, and is capable of doing good damage without using weapons. However, his mental state is weakened.

Clockshot- Jack fires a special bullet at the enemy, causing the enemy to momentarily freeze in time.

Appearance: He his physically fit. He looks like the average adventurer, with all the gear and such. He looks friendly, yet serious, at the same time.

Personality: Even though at times he seems like a show-off, he does have a deeper side to his personality. When he is tasked with an order from Maiora, he will not stop until it is completed. He is generally a good guy, but he can be exploited and used for wrong doing at times. He is flirty around women that he finds attractive.

Biography:

Jack's father, Jim Sandstone, was one of the best shooters in the Old West. Legend says that he could shoot targets from miles away, but these are obviously exaggerations. Jack idolized his father, who was known as one of the best sheriffs around.

However, one day, when Jack was around the age of 11, tragedy occurred. When Jack and his parents were traveling home from a trip out of town, their wagon was attacked. A group of strange looking people, wearing the skulls of cattle and ripped up clothing, attacked and murdered Jack's parents. Jack was able to escape. However, he found himself lost, in the middle of nowhere.

Jack traveled, trying to find shelter. After a night or two of searching, he came across a small settlement of natives. Jack worried if it would be dangerous to move in. But just as he pondered about heading in or heading back, he was captured by one of the natives.

However, this was less of a capture, but more of a blessing. Jack was taken in by this tribe, which was obviously friendly. He was fed, clothed, and sheltered. For about four years, he stayed with this tribe, and learned the ways of the wild. He was taught about the ways of the land and of nature. However, most importantly, he was taught of the dreaded Netherill tribe.

The Netherill tribe was a group of barbarians who attacked and killed all for pure pleasure. They were said to exist since the time of a great storm that destroyed alot of the land, generations ago. Jack was taught to always avoid the Netherill.

Anyway, one day, Jack noticed a wagon being pulled by. Jack was told by the village elder to return to the world he once knew, and live life there. He followed the wagon back to a village, and returned to his old life.

Over time, Jack himself became an excellent shooter. However, he was never as famous as his father, even though Jack often stopped many dastardly villains, such as, well, Dastardly Dave.

Dastardly Dave was notorious for his train robbings. Dastardly Dave was a wealthy man whose wealth was often put on the line by new companies arising in the town that he lived in. Therefore, Dave wanted to cut off all the supplies going towards these companies. Dave was thwarted a few times by Jack, and thrown in prison, but somehow, Dave always managed to escape... Until his final train robbing.

Dave and Jack were standing across from each other. A bomb was placed in the middle of the railroad tracks, with Jack and Dave to either side. Dave smirked. "Ha-ha, there is no way that you will be a hero now, Jack! The gold on this train will soon belong to me!" Dave exclaimed. Suddenly, Jack, unwillingly, was sent to the other side of the tracks. "Huh?" he said softly. Dave was startled. "Gah! Now you did it! I will now detonate the bomb!" Dave said. Dave mashed switch angrilly, but it would not go off. "Blast!" he said, as he stuck his right arm out in to the air. However, right as he did that, the train came by, and tore off Dave's arm. "AAAAHHHH!" Dave exclaimed. Just then, the bomb went off. However, something strange happened....

Jack started flying through a sort of strange, transdimensional gap. He stopped after a while, and was confronted by a strange voice. The voice claimed that it was Maiora, a being that saved Jack's life, so that he could help Maiora. Maiora explained that an evil force, known as Malidex, was wreaking havoc across time and space. Jack was skeptical at first, but after his first few missions from Maiora, which had him travel through different periods in time, he began to believe.

And so began the legend of Clockshot Jack.

Villains: Clockshot Jack has several enemies. I'll list some.

Malidex- Clockshot Jack has never seen Malidex. In actuallity, there has never been any physical carnation of Malidex to be seen, although it's effects are clearly visible.

Order of Ferredra

The order of Ferredra was formed by a madman who stole the jewel of Ferredra, sending a great kingdom in to dispair. Powerful villains from across time then began to join this madman, forming the Order of Ferredra.

Abdul Alhazred- This madman threw the wonderous Middle Eastern kingdom of Venath in to despair by stealing the precious family jewel, Ferredra, and assasinating the sultan. Ferredra gives whoever keeps it the power to travel across time. Abdul will stop it nothing to change the future, so that he and his Order of Ferredra are in control of time. His greed and lust for power fuels his mad ambitions.

Dastardly Dave- Dastardly Dave was saved at the same time Jack was saved. Dave was saved by Abdul. In excange for a new, powerful mechanical arm, Dave swore allegiance to the order of Ferredra. Dave looks like a fat rich guy with a long mustache.

Mechatanik- A mad scientist who created many terrible robots in the future. He also designed Dastardly Dave's new arm.

S-143 and Pudding- In the future, a program to create an artificial organism capable of mass regeneration was initiated. It first appeared as a sort of growing, green ooze. But throw a lab accident (A power core failure), the green ooze mutated in to two, living female beings. S-143 looks like a woman, only green and made of the ooze, giving her many liquid properties. Pudding is like a kid sister to S-143, assiting her.

Doomknight- Little is known about this dark night. He appears as a knight clad in rusty dark metal, with two frail wings sticking out of his back. He holds a dark, rusty sword.

Netherill

Clockshot Jack was horrified that, in the future, the small, tribal religion of Netherill would grow in to a massive cult. In the future, the cult members would sport gold masks, portraying demons and cattle skulls. They all worship this sinister looking creature, that looks similiar to early Netherill paintings of a monster with bear-like arms and a serpent neck. The Neo-Netherill image of this monster, Netrii, looks like a large, humanoid monster, with a long neck, a mantis face, and large crab claws. It also has octopus tentacles.

However, the existance of the blood-thirsty cult in the future was not the most horrific discovery that Jack made. Around the same time as the old, tribal Netherill existed, Jack was tasked on a mission to head off to India by Maiora. There, sitting on one of the market stands in a large city, sat a painting of a disturbingly similiar creature to Neo-Netrii, in a god-like pose. There were small leters written on the bottom of the painting. Translated in to English, they said, "The Serpent will come with the Great Storm."

How could a small, obscure tribe have a connection with a place as far away as India? The thought of the existance of Netrii was disturbing. All Clockshot Jack knows is that, in one of his travels, he may eventually come across the "Great Storm" that Netherill has been waiting for.

The Medrean Light

There was once a great schism in the Netherill cult. The dissenters were known as the Medrean Light, and were concerned in honoring their malevolent deity, Medrea. They believe that all those who Medrea deems unfit must be killed. These include people who lack religion, and people who are of religions that Medrea deems unfit. Generally, they are accepting of other religions- But specific ones. The ones that they don't accept must be killed. Clockshot Jack has had multiple fights with the Medrean Light.

Dark Clockshot

A parasitic beast arose in the final days of the Medrean Light. Members of the cult believed this to be a parasitic form of Medrea, and allowed it to live in and control their bodies. This led to the end of the cult, but the parasitic beast continued to live. It took control of Clockshot Jack once. However, the Jack's inner powers expelled the beast- At a price. The organism took on a form similiar to Jack's, and became Dark Clockshot. Dark Clockshot has time traveling abilities, but he is generally too stupid to use them. He just preys on whatever life he detects.
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Name: Maria

Age: 27

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Hair: Straight blond hair goes down about half way down back. Its style changes almost daily.

Eyes: Blue

Weight: 124’ lbs

Height: 5’8

Weapon: She wields a small saber that was built specifically for her. It is fairly plain with no special designs or markings to speak of.

Armor: None.

Strengths: She is strong willed, and never likes to give up. She fights fiercely when she believes someone she loves is in danger. She is extremely quick on her feet never allowing an opponent to catch up. She is also very quick minded, and can find solutions to problems other could not.

Weakness: She has a light frame meaning she can be thrown around with a relative ease. She is fairly new to battling with people who are aiming to kill her so this inexperience can prove troublesome. While she has some amazing powers they are still new to her, and she cannot wield them as well as she would like. At times she can get very emotional, and lose focus in the heat of battle. Also she needs to concentrate hard to use her powers, which can prove troublesome.

Skills/Magic:

Telekinesis: The power to move objects with her mind, while useful, and deadly she cannot lift thing that equal heaver then five six times her own weight. It takes more concentration the heaver the object happens to be.

Pyrokinesis: She can control flames with her mind in a similar matter to her previous power. The large the flame the more concentration it takes on her part, and she needs a flame to use as she cannot herself make fire.

Flight: Among these she can fly with the greatest of easy. While technically she could fly forever it take a lot of energy to keep afloat when using her other powers.

Appearance: She has a very small round face, with small eyes and a similar sized nose. She wears a headband of sorts to keep her straight blond hair out of her eyes. Her body is shall we say curvy with a light tanned color. She usually wears a long skirt, and dressy shirt out in public, but if she thinks a battle is near she will change into shorts, and a long sleeved shirt. The style and color changes by the day, usually blue, red, or purple, she rarely wears pink yellow or black as main colors, but mostly for accessories. She has three different pairs of earrings that interchange between days, the first are a pink and yellow combination that hangs down about to her shoulders. The second are black studs that she only puts on if she knows a battle is coming. The third are small gold loops these are by far he favorite pair. Over all one would call her pretty, cute, or beautiful although she would disagree.

Personality: Outside of battle she is energetic, out going, and sometimes childish. always looking to help those in need. She is particularly emotional at times, but she also can sense when someone is upset even if they don’t say it. In battle she tends to scout the opponent first, and try to figure out a way to beat them. Usually she wont show any sort of power till it was an absolute necessity. She is kind and caring for all people, and Maria hate the idea of killing, but will if it is the only option. In all, she is a very passionate person who always places feelings above logic, with a personalites that completely contridicts her lover tsuukai.

Biography: Maria led a fairly simple life on the island of Crete. Her parents died bringing her over, and she was raised by a middle class family, she never disliked her adopters she just knew they weren’t really her family as they knew although she always called them by mom and dad as any child would.. As a child she was quite adventurous, always getting into trouble, and the like.

At the age of eight she was exploring a cliff by the edge of the island, about 50 feet up when suddenly the part she was standing on gave way leaving her hanging by one hand. She cried for help, but no soul came save a baby dragon. It grabbed her by the shirts, and took her to its home, which was actually part of the ruins of the ancient labyrinth. From then on out she felt a bond with the beast even as it grew to be a large monster she loved it.

By ten her adopted father decided to teach her fighting, he knew a time would come when she would have to leave the island and fight, and he couldn’t let her go without knowledge of the sword. She was fairly good no amazing, but still good.

When she was twenty-seven her adopted father, and her step-sister brought home a man who was found unconscious on the beach, he was the man who would forever changer her life, he was the legendary Tsuukai Ita. He awoke saying he was looking for a book to defeat the infector. She decided to help him by going with him using her dragon friend to cross the sea, and the land.

They journey for a long time before they found themselves trapped in a forest, Tsuukai was drained, and weak from an energy draining snake, but he still managed to save her. They escaped to find her dragon had been kidnapped and sent to the same castle that held the book Tsuukai was looking for. They traveled a long way by horse until they where attack, Tsuukai was put into a magic binding spell, and ordered her to run with his precious silver cross.

The cross was a key to another world where the god Ti’rulth lived. He trained her, and helped her to unlock her