Convenient storage of chars.

I decided to cram all my characters into one thread, for convenience. Characters that have been retired for some time, such as Harges, Darges, Eiro, and Khalid, aren’t included. Flamel and Dante are still included, though they have been killed off.

Characters are in order from oldest to newest, and the majority of the old chars haven’t been updated in a long while. Also, while the original Ziran and original Gorin were created before TDC, they’re listed further down because their current incarnations were made more recently.

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Name: Unknown. (He was never given a name at birth, so he'll go by anything)
Aliases: The dark child, Abomination, Monstrosity, The Thing, It, Beast, Evil Boy- By the villagers of his home town. Kid- Gorin, Tokumaru, and Nenet call him that.
Age: 2, but looks to be 13.
Height: 5 feet 8 inches.
Weight: About 130 pounds.
Sex: Male
Race: Abomination. (Mix of three or more races)

Weapon: Two spirit orbs. They can change into any weapon he needs at the time, excluding bombs and projectile weapons.

Armor: None.

Appearence: He has short white hair. One eye is brown, the other is green. He isn't very muscular, which hides the fact that he is as strong as a dodongo. He wears rags usually. His teeth are normal except for his canines, which are slightly larger and sharper than usual.

Magic/Abilities: When has grown angered and badly damaged, he will turn into a wrath demon form. In this form his eyes glow red and his strength and speed double. He also grows regenerative abilities in this form.


Personality: Usually very quiet, though he isn't afraid to speak his mind when he feels strongly about something. TDC has incredibly low self-esteem, and, save for when he is with Kawaii, he is almost never happy.

TDC could be considered the oblivious, and at the same time, gullible hero. He believes things fairly easily, but at the same time is oblivious to obvious facts. Despite all the evidence, TDC is still completely unaware that Kawaii is a doll, as well as the fact that Gorin is his father. (Despite the numerous times that Slag very bluntly pointed it out to him)

Strengths: He cannot be possessed due to the small amount of angel blood that runs through his veins. Being part demon god means that he can't die from injuries. He also has the strength of a dodongo.

Weaknesses: He isn't as skilled with weaponry as his father was, and has a low opinion of himself. He angers fairly easily, and never asks for help. Also unlike his father, he is unable to control himself in wrath demon form.

Bio: Shortly before Gorin was accidentally slain at the hands of Tokumaru, Grasthos possessed him and forced him to rape a female peasant by the name of Amanda.

Amanda gave birth to a demonic litter of eight children before dying. The children grew quickly, seven of them joining Gorin's army as the Dera mages. They died of old age due to the overly quick growing process.

The eighth child was no different. He aged much quicker than most other species, and by the time he was a year old he looked to be six.

The remaining child grew up in slums, just barely managing to scrap food. He found out about his fighting abilities when he killed a man he caught trying to take a blind girl into his home.

The villagers, finding him with his hands covered in blood and what turned out to be the father of the blind girl's corpse, beat the child with sticks and nailed him to a wall.

He was stuck hanging from the wall, the villagers insulting him and throwing things at him for days. They stopped when Gorin found them. The then wrath god was appalled at what they were doing to a mere child.

After chasing them off, Gorin helped the teen down. After giving the child food and healing his wounds, Gorin went off to return to the Dome.

With Gorin gone, the villagers resumed trying to beat the child. He fled, following the same path that he remembered Gorin taking.

His first sight upon entering the Dome was the fatal blow that went through Gorin's chest. The god had never known that it was his own accidental child, whom he didn't know even existed, that he had helped that day.

The child lashed out at Tokumaru when the Heavenflame Samurai realised the teen had seen Gorin's slaying. Tokumaru took him in for a time, letting him see Gorin's funeral.

The child couldn't bear it. He had seen enough murder. He stole Gorin's spirit orbs from the coffin so that he could remember the kind man who saved him from the villagers, and fled. He went back to living in the slums, changing towns from time to time.

At one town, he accidentally killed a drunk. The child was surrounded by villagers, all ready to kill him. A female charged through the group and chased them off with a large sword.

The female’s name was Nenet, and she turned out to be just as kind as Gorin and Tokumaru were. She gave him food, protected him whenever an angry villager tried to kill him, and talked to him more than anybody else had ever done before.

During one of these conversations, Nenet mentioned somebody named Gorin. The child remembered the name from Gorin’s funeral, and went off to try and find Gorin.

He's still looking for Gorin, whom he still doesn't know is his father. He still lives in slums, but moves from town to town more quickly, looking for Gorin.

He also wishes to find Tokumaru and Nenet, both for the reason of leaving their care without properly thanking them. He only realised this days after he left Nenet to search for Gorin.

Recently he met the dollgirl Kawaii, and has developed a crush on her. Around the same time that he made a new friend, however, he also met Chovex, Gorin's reanimated corpse. After Chovex badly damaged Kawaii, TDC swore revenge upon him.

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Name: Flamel Creed.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human.

Height: Flamel is five feet, eleven and a half inches tall.
Weight: About 170 pounds.

Personality: A sadistic madman, Flamel enjoys watching things blow up. Whether it is an inanimate object or a living person, he doesn’t care. Creed lives for fun, and can often be found drinking just for the heck of it. One of his favorite pastimes is drinking all of the liquor in a bar, then blowing it up when asked to pay.

He is a bit of a ladies man, and actually prefers killing men to killing women. Despite his sadistic and psychopathic nature, Flamel is actually quite intelligent. His intelligence is rarely noticed however, as he prefers to blow things up while laughing like a madman.

At times he can be slightly childish. If an ally or temporary ally scolds him for something, he will playfully stick his tongue out at an angle and cross his eyes at them when their back is turned. After which he will resume his normal behavior.

He never looses his temper. If somebody angers him to the point of a normal person growing angered, he will hold it in and unleash it on some poor civilian later.

Flamel has only four goals in life. 1: To become immortal so that he can enjoy his gift for eternity. 2: To see an entire town blown to bits with a single explosion, preferably by his own hand. 3: To find a woman to fall in love with. 4: To find and kill his father.

He is unafraid of the prospect of death, and at times seems to embrace it. Although he rarely feels remorse for killing somebody, he admits that he deserves to die for all of the things he has done.

Appearance: Flamel’s eyes are yellow. His hair is black, medium length. Most of the time he doesn’t comb his hair, although he will slick it back if he’s trying to woo a woman. For some unexplainable reason Creed’s skin remains lightly tanned no matter how long he stays in the sun or indoors.

During a moment of boredom Flamel used a nail filer to sharpen his cuspids, more commonly known as the canines, to make them seem more sharklike. Creed’s physical build is rather skinny, although slightly muscular. Under his shirt he has a six pack.

Creed wears a black leather jacket, the back of which flows down to his ankles. The jacket is useful for covering up items such as his shortsword. Under the jacket he wears a black T-Shirt and brown jeans. His shoes are polished black formal shoes, although he does get good traction in them.

He occasionally wears black sunglasses.




Great pictures of Flamel, done by Riku's_girl.

Weapons: Although his powers are usually enough to win a fight, Flamel keeps a single shortsword with him in case his opponents manage to get close enough to cut him down. The shortsword is roughly two and a half feet long and usually remains in a sheath that is tucked into his jacket.

The sheath itself can sometimes be used as a blunt weapon. It is fairly hard, and is decorated with a blue diamond pattern finely painted.

Armor: He wears no armor at all.

Skills/Magic: Flamel’s strength lies in his abilities. He is able to cause any inanimate object he gets a firm grip on to explode. He must concentrate to do this, so he never tries to perform it on an opponent's weapon or armor.

His most commonly used ability is the ability to create explosives from a reserve of power inside him. The explosives appear wherever he intends them to within a seven yard radius. They appear as a ball of light, which promptly explodes after a set amount of time.

Small: His most commonly used technique. A small explosion, this attack deals little damage to an opponent. The reason he uses this technique so much is because he can create these explosives fairly quickly, and they are harder to dodge than his more powerful explosions.

They sit in their ball of light form for roughly half a second before detonating. The explosion itself is roughly the size of a basketball, and only deals about as much damage as a sturdy punch from a large human.

Medium: A medium explosive can blow a five feet by five feet hole in a wooden wall or door. This explosive deals about as much damage to an opponent as the blow of a large hammer. Of course, it is slightly easy to avoid.

It sits in its ball of light form for roughly two seconds before detonating. The flames from the explosion deal no damage at all.

Large: An incredibly large explosive, Flamel rarely uses it in combat. It creates an explosion roughly ten feet high and seven feet wide. Because the explosion sits in its ball of light form for roughly five seconds before detonating, it is fairly easy to avoid.

The problem with this explosive is the fact that he can only create one every five minutes. Being fairly easy to dodge, the explosive is usually used to simply damage a building or as an attempt to hold an opponent at bay.


To use the explosives he must snap his fingers, and/or grab an inanimate object and focus on it. This means that he is unable to use explosives if his hands are somehow disabled, especially if he breaks them. He must also be able to see where the explision is supposed to end up.

Strengths: His strength is slightly above that of an average human’s, and he is fairly skilled in both hand to hand and weapons techniques. Flamel knows the right place to blow up in order to bring a building down.

Creed is quite cunning as well. He is fairly agile for a human male.

Weaknesses: It takes him time between explosives to build up the energy for another. How long depends on how large the last one was and how large the next one will be. Being focused on his explosives, Flamel is not as skilled with a weapon as somebody who focuses on their weapon is.

Creed's explosives damage him as much as his opponent, so he is unable to use them at all when fighting an opponent up close. He can also only use his explosions within his sight, meaning that he can't use them in bad visibility.

If his hands are somehow immobilised he will be unable to use his explosives. His explosives are also fairly easy to dodge depending on the size. Most warriors can dodge almost every explosion, maybe being hit by a small one here and there.

Bio: Flamel was a fairly normal child. He was born in the small town of Grageshk, and lived with his older brother Kang and mother Deb. He and his brother had different fathers but the same mother. Both siblings held a deep hatred for their fathers.

Kang’s father had run off once he learned of Deb’s pregnancy, and was never seen in the surrounding area since. Flamel’s father was the complete opposite. He had stayed, but he had forced Deb to do all of the work around the house.

Flamel’s father made Deb cook, clean, and work for their income while she was pregnant. Not only that but, even if she was tired from a day of working, he would make her walk three blocks just to grab him a beer. Deb eventually grew tired of it and left Flamel’s father.

His father was a violent man, and had once threatened Deb into letting him see his son. Of course, he eventually left the town due to the fact that he had over fourteen kids in thirteen different families.

Despite having no fathers both Flamel and Kang grew into great men. Kang was strong and kind, helping those of the town who were too old, young, or sick to do certain chores. He even helped those that didn’t need help.

Flamel was an intelligent man whom was asked questions by many people his age. Despite the fact that he was only 19 at the time, Creed already had the respect of the entire town. He was also a handsome man, and many of the young women in the village adored him.

When Flamel turned twenty however, his very structure changed. It was at the age of twenty that a dormant gene in his DNA suddenly awakened. The gene hadn't been present in his familyline for generations, why it suddenly reawakened with him was unexplainable.

The gene gave him the ability to create explosives at will. He first discovered this when joining his brother in a tug of war. Both of them were helping the children of the town, and decided to join the game.

Of course, neither of them actually pulled. They let the children have it out and pretended to pull. Flamel didn't like doing this as much as Kang did, and playfully imagined the rope exploding and sending smoke into everybody's faces.

Much to his horror, the rope actually did explode. Rather than sending smoke into everybody's faces, the children and Kang lost their hands. Flamel had instinctively let go of the rope as the explosion began.

The children's reactions were mixed. Several of them fell to the ground in tears as blood began to flow from where their hands used to be. Others stood staring at their wrists and crying.

Creed quickly ran before anybody noticed that he still had his hands. The entire town was beginning to stir as the children were whisked off to the local hospital. Flamel ran until he reached his home, beginning to grow angry at himself.

The reason he was growing angered was the fact that he had actually enjoyed the explosion. He felt sickened that he had taken several dozen children's, and his own brother's hands. At the same time however, he was delighted at how the blood had seemed to explode into the air.

Flamel began to laugh like a mad man. It wasn't obvious to him at the time, but he indeed was a mad man now. Creed fled the town that night so that he wouldn't be tempted to destroy it with his newfound gift.

The very next day he destroyed a town to the west, taking care to steal a short sword from the blacksmith of the town while he was at it. Thus began Flamel's addiction to blowing things up. A sudden realisation hit him as he sat at a campfire that night.

He could use his ability to painfully kill his father if he ever met him. The thought of doing to his father what he had accidentally done to his brother made Flamel shiver with delight. He left shortly afterwards and began a rampage across the countryside.

Sometimes he searches for his father, other times he simply destroys a town. The first time he ever had a real fight was a confrontation between him and two powerful warriors. The warriors, named TDC and Eiro, defeated Flamel despite his various attempts to outwit them.

Ever since he lost to TDC and Eiro, Creed has been aware that there are powerful warriors out there. He has thus decided that he wishes to fight tough warriors and test his power out. Of course, he is still careful for any signs that his father is in any nearby towns.

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Name: Lament (The name appointed to her by The Master.)
Gender: Female.
Race: Homunculus (See race explanation.)
Age: Less than a year.

Height: 5’8
Weight: 130lbs

Race Explanation: Whether due to the loss of a loved one or simply foolish curiosity, human transmutations are attempted; that is to say, the attempted resurrection of a dead person. Unfortunately, when these attempts backfire, a separate life is created. That is how the damned are born.

On initial creation, homunculi do not possess human features, but rather resemble hideous beings of decay; organ piles and bones jutting out at odd angles in a horrific display. If left alone, they would remain in this deformed yet helpless state. By feeding on Philosopher's Stones, complete or otherwise, they gain the ability to take human shape, specifically the appearance of the human whose attempted resurrection created them, as well as their regenerative and other special abilities. By consuming still more Philosopher's Stones, they can extend their lives indefinitely, though they are by no means immortal.

Appearance: Having been created via an attempt to revive Eiro via alchemy, Lament looks exactly like the female warrior. She has dark black hair that goes halfway down her back, and crystal blue eyes. Also like Eiro, Lament could be considered beautiful.

She wears a hooded black robe. Under the robe she wears a black T-Shirt and black pants. Like all homunculi, she bears the mark of the Ouroboros. Lament’s Ouroboros is on the back of her right hand.

An Ouroboros is a red tattoe of a winged serpant eating its own tail, forming a circle. Inside the circle is a six sided star drawn in a way reminiscent of a pentagram.

Personality: Lament usually prefers to keep to herself. When she does speak to others she is still rather quiet. She seems to be sad the majority of the time. Lament rarely looks anybody in the eye, nor does she show others very much respect.

She could be considered unfeeling as well. Lament doesn’t feel any happiness or affection towards anything. In fact, her sole reason for even going near other people is the fact that her master demands it.

Skills/Magic: Being a homunculus, Lament has the ability to quickly regenerate from mild to severe wounds. This regenerative power can even allows her to recover from utter annihilation. Her regenerative powers last as long as the incomplete Philosopher’s Stones inside of her do.

She also has the ability to control soundwaves in her surroundings. This allows her to focus soundwaves as deadly attacks or to effectively mute everything around her.

Strengths: Her regenerative powers mean that even the deadliest of attacks can only slow her down for a short time. Her power over soundwaves also allows her to make herself completely silent, something that can be very useful during stealth missions.

She can also leap an excess of twelve feet into the air, and has above average strength.

Weaknesses: She has no weapons or armor, so she can’t really block any blows from a blade up close. Another weakness is the fact that it takes her longer to regenerate from severe wounds than it does for her to regenerate from minor ones.

She is also weakened when in the prescence of something that belonged to Eiro to the point that touching it causes paralysis.

Bio: Yes, now, return to me my beloved. Kric thought. He poured all of the energy he could muster into the circle, and it glowed more intensely.

Before he could do anything else, the castle around him began to change. Gone were the walls that had hemmed him in from all sides, and gone was the battle raged remains of the previous fight. Kric was now floating in a void of whiteness, with only one exception. Seemingly hovering in the air, was what looked like a gate. On the top ledge, stone creatures watched the alchemist. Before the youth had time to contemplate what his transmutation had to do with this, the stone door of the gate began to slowly slide open. In less than a second, black cords shot from the opened doorway, wrapping around the alchemist’s left arm. Instead of fighting what was about to happen, Kric did not move. If these things required something from him, he would give it, for without Eiro, his life would not be complete.

The cords around his arm loosened for a moment, before becoming taught. A sickly sound burst from the man’s body as his arm was torn from him, being withdrawn into the gate by the cords. It was at this moment that the alchemist realized that they were not cords, but black arms. In his last moments, Kric saw the creatures of the Gate, black beings that took the severed arm as if in gratitude.

In a flash, Kric was returned to Rize’s throne-room. At once, his sights fixed on Eiro body, his thoughts filled with happiness. It did not last long.

Instead of his beloved lying on the floor, there was nothing more than a pile of flesh and bone, with organs planted everywhere. It took the last few moments of Kric’s consciousness to realize that the pile was exactly where Eiro had been. He had turned his lover into that. His eyes rolling to the back of his head, the alchemist passed out. His thoughts would be filled with horror’s beyond belief for his sin, which he would carry for the rest of his life.

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Shortly after the alchemist passed out, a shadowy man entered the castle. He looked on Rize’s torn body with disgust and moved on. It wasn’t the dead god he had come for.

Three others accompanied this man. Two of them were male, the third a small girl. All four of them rested their eyes on the pulsating mass of flesh on the floor. It hadn’t moved yet, it was in too much pain to move.

The Master, as his faithful servants called him, knelt down beside the mess of organs. It took him a moment, but he found the creature’s head sticking out at an angle. He pulled out several red stones from his pocket and forced them into the thing’s mouth.

He was always there when one of them was created. The Master needed them for his agenda. Every single one counted. Besides, he had enough stones to go around.

The creature swallowed the stones after a moment. It felt a surge of energy and pleasure. It needed more! Fortunately, The Master pulled another handful of red stones from his pocket. This time the creature practically bit his hand off.

With each handful of stones it ate the creature started to resemble a human more and more. After three handfuls it looked like a deformed human. After five it looked like a female with black hair. By six it passed out.

The Master didn’t mind. Every new one always did this after it attained a human form. He motioned to Despair to pick up the female. The dead god’s castle was not the place to induct this one into his group. Besides, the female whom this homunculus was based on had left her spears nearby.

Those spears would definitely be a problem should they have ever been used against the newborn. The Master decided against disposing of the spears however. The alchemist lying on the floor would probably want to keep the spears anyway.

Without waking the Diamond Alchemist up, The Master and his minions left Rize’s castle and headed towards The Master’s headquarters. Once there they’d awake the newborn and teach her everything she needed to know.

She was to do what The Master told her to do. That was her purpose for living, and she would die if she tried to find any other purpose.

~Misc~
Eiro

~Battles/Rps~

Liberation, the RP that lead to Eiro’s death and Lament’s creation. (Completed)

Ambush on Redstar IV (Dropped due to CJ loss)

Homunculi Hell in a Cell (Dropped)

Apocalypse: Through Mortal Eyes (Finished)

Finding a Life, Unintentionally (In Progress)

At Least She's not the only One That's Crazy (In Progress)

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Name: Abbadon Dante Kaja. (Referred to as Dante, formerly known as Gorin)
Age: Less than a year.
Gender: Male.
Species: Pure Echo.

Height: 6 feet even, although it changes if he uses his appearance changing ability to change form to somebody taller or shorter than six feet.
Weight: Unknown.

Weapons: No weapons. He materializes whatever weapon(s) he needs at the time out of thin air.
Armor: None. His flesh and clothing are tough enough to prevent him from being slashed into pieces easily. He doesn't have any organs or blood, although he can still be gravely injured by being stabbed where major organs would have been.

Personality: Cool and calculative, Dante is never one to underestimate an opponent more than once. He is also very devoted to his allies, willing to suffer a painful and potentially lethal blow to save an ally. Dante is strongly against hitting women, much like Flamel Creed.

Although he puts on an air of confidence and partial laziness when around others, he contemplates suicide quite often. Kaja is ashamed of himself for being unable to kill Gorin upon his return, and his suicidal feelings have only increased since discovering that he's slowly wasting away.

The only other thing that saddens him is the fact that he is only a third of a living being, which means that in a sense he is even lower than humans.

Appearance: If one word were picked to describe Dante’s appearance, it would be “Dark”. His skin is black as midnight, with slightly long dark hair to match. He wears simple black clothing as well, preferring to stay away from the fancy stuff.

Dante is partially muscular, with slightly above averaged sized muscles and a six pack. His eyes are completely yellow, with a narrow slit serving as his pupil.

He also has the ability to morph his appearance to match that of somebody he has seen before, something he does quite often when trying to be inconspicuous.

Skills/Magic: Dante is the embodiment of Echo Side itself now, and as such has complete mastery over Tainted Element. Tainted Element, used on its own, holds the appearance of crimson electricity, the damage of which varies depending on what its target is.

He can use Tainted Element in a variety of ways, ranging from small to large blasts, to being able to empower his weapons with it. Tainted Element also has the ability to convert other elements into Tainted Element, thus making elemental attacks against him useless.

Another power that doesn’t require the use of elements is the ability to create a temporary barrier. The barrier, a slightly transparent red dome, protects him from nearly any form of distance attack. Unfortunately, he can only hold the shield up for a few seconds.

One power that the original Gorin had which has carried over to Dante is the Mind Scan ability. It allows Kaja to view his opponent’s thoughts for a few seconds, getting brief views of their memories as well as copying one of their abilities for duration of ten minutes. Dante can use this ability twice every ten minutes.

Abbadon’s most commonly used ability is the power to create any type of weapon out of thin air, although he frequently uses his appearance changing ability as well. Dante also has limited control over his surroundings, although he can increase the amount of control by absorbing earth element.

Strengths: Dante's overall power is nigh-limitless. He can fight at the strength of a human, or become powerful enough to destroy gods with a flick of his wrist.

Weaknesses: The more Dante uses his power, the quicker he dissolves into Tainted Element. For this reason he is forced to limit himself to fighting at a level that will make him a direct equal for his opponent, so as to prevent using too much power in a fight.

After using his powers, he'll occasionally go into a catatonic state. In this state he is utterly defenseless and, due to his immortality leaving with Gorin, he could possibly be killed in such a state.

Bio: The original Gorin was a dark god, ruthless and powerful. He led a large army of demons into an attempted takeover of the world, with his nephew Jamenda at his side. Unfortunately, a mysterious disease took his immortality and what remained of his sanity away from him.

Due to Grasthos’ machinations however, Gorin was torn into three separate entities. His soul was sent to Echo Side, where it was forced into physical form and became Dante. Gorin’s mind was stuck with the soul, becoming White Light.

The Dealer of Death fused Gorin’s corpse with Tainted Element, turning it into Chovex. Thus the original Gorin’s mind, body, and soul were now three separate entities.

For a while Dante was known as Gorin, as he could remember the brief times when the original Gorin showed kindness. Of course, there weren’t many times and thus he merely thought that he had memory problems.

Dante started his own Oblivion Alliance, something he remembered Gorin being a part of. For a time he focused on revealing his past, as he was eager to learn who he was. It wasn’t long before he met Nenet Miniya, and fell in love with her.

His relationship with her convinced him that the past didn’t matter, and he was his own person now. Unfortunately, a new problem emerged when White Light surfaced. After various adventures, including the death of Grasthos, the return of Toka, and the Nightmare Wheel fiasco, Gorin had access to all of the death dealer’s notes on Tainted Element.

Tainted Element was the essence of everything. Whenever an element was used, an equal amount of Tainted Element was deposited in the ethereal world. If Dante had full control over Tainted Element he would be above the gods themselves.

For a time he was oblivious to the love that Isis, the magi statue, felt for him. This was revealed during the Terror Wheel incident, although Dante hasn’t seemed to care much. He just wanted to become more powerful and protect those he cared about.

After a brief return to the Dome, Dante started looking for ways in which he could rid himself of WL. Gorin's Mind had plans already set in motion however, which led to the events of, "A Dark God Reborn".

It was in ADGR that Dante was finally rid of WL/Gorin, but at a heavy cost. His body is deteriorating, and he will eventually dissappear from existence. He is trying to find a way to prevent this, albeit half-heartedly. The possibility of death seems more alluring to him every day...

Battles:The following is a list of the battles that Dante has participated in, as well as the status of the battles and whether they contributed to the character or not.

(Note: Battles that the original Gorin and new Gorin participated in are not listed.)

A Dark God Reborn- (Complete) WL/Gorin finally gets a body of his own, and Dante becomes one with Echo Side.

Dead to us All- First meeting with Kric and Knives.

A Sin in the Night- Unfinished. Rematch against Jodd.

Mind, Body, and Soul- Unfinished. The origins of White Light, Dante, and Chovex are revealed.

Ancient Power- Dead thread. How Dante became a Neo-Echo.

Promethius Zion- Dropped. Rematch against Kenjin.

How long has it been now?- Dead thread. Rematch against Tayler Rune.

Death’s Height- Dead thread. First fight with Kichaa.

Twisted Carnival- Dead thread. Isis’ feelings for Dante are revealed.

A Memorable Battle- Dead thread. Team battle of sorts, not important to his story.

Welcome to Oblivion- Finished. First meeting with Shisho.

Cutthroat Camp- Dropped. Not important to his story.

Expanding the Forces- Finished. Recruitment of several characters to the OA.

Chamber of Memories- Finished. Upgrades Mind Scan ability.

An Ending and a New Beginning- Finished. Last meeting with an old OA member.

Times have Changed- Dead thread. Not important to character.

The Tower of Time- Finished. Discovery of Pure Element.

A Step Towards Redemption- Dead thread. Not important.

Something’s coming today- Finished. Not important.

Unusual Meeting- Finished. First meeting with Nenet Miniya.

Journey through the Lost Woods- Finished. First meeting with Krush. (And the first time I was yelled at by a council member )

The Greatest Warriors- Dead thread. Second fight with Kenjin.

A Finished Rivalry- Finished. The death of Grasthos.

The Search for Santa- Somewhat dropped battle. Not important.

Conquest of Feudal Japan- Dead thread. Not important.

A Scheduled Meeting- Dead thread. Recruitment of Kain.

Long time no see- Dead thread. First fight with Kenjin.

It has been a while, hasn’t it?- Dead thread. Third fight with Tuariv.

Recruiting Station- Finished. Recruitment of Latio Scaptur, as well as first fight with Jodd.

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Name: Cain Adonai
Race: Class S Vampire. (Currently has attributes from class B, C, and D vampires)
Age: Stopped counting, believing it to be a waste of time. (Oddly ironic, considering one of his weaknesses…) He was born shortly after Dracula’s death in 1897, and transported to the ‘Strange Place’ (His term for the Amphitheater) in early 2007.

Race Explanation: In the world Cain is from, vampires are labeled as different classes due to the vast differences between different breeds. Cain is a rare vampire, known as a Class S. This means that he is able to absorb the DNA and attributes of other breeds of vampire via feeding on their blood.

He currently has DNA from Class B, C, and D vampires, giving him their abilities as well as weaknesses.

Height: 6ft
Weight: Approximately 166 pounds.

Appearance: Cain is relatively strange looking for a vampire. Where as most vampires have a pale complexion, his skin is lightly tanned. This is likely due to the fact that he forays into the sunlight more often than most vampires, as, unlike most vampires, he can stand the sunlight for periods of time.

His left eye is missing, and Cain is unable to regenerate it due to the fact that it was torn out before he gained his regenerative abilities. In its place he wears a dark leather eyepatch. His remaining eye is a murky gray color.

Around Cain’s right wrist the words “Grask Nem Pas”, vampire dialect for “Show No Mercy”, are tattooed. His usual attire consists of a business suit with loose fitting tie, complimented by a pair of Italian leather shoes.

Though not particularly muscular, Cain’s body is in perfect condition and, like all vampires, His canines are of an increased size in order to penetrate the carotid artery of his victims, though he keeps his fangs tucked into his gums when in public places so as to avoid causing chaos.



^ An incredible pic of Cain made by I)ragon11. Thanks again!



^ Another great pic of Cain, from Altamira this time. ^_^ *Huggles*

Strengths: Like the majority of vampires, Cain has above average strength. This strength temporarily increases after feeding, with the quality of the increase depending on how much blood he consumes, and the quality of the blood itself.

Also like the majority of his race, Cain has regenerative capabilities. Minor wounds like cuts and broken bones take a few seconds to heal, while massive injuries such as the severing of his limbs take a minute or two to regenerate, though slightly longer if the damage is inflicted via silver or flame.

Yet another vampiric trait that Adonai carries are increased senses. He can see incredibly well in the dark, and can pinpoint a person’s location via the slightest noise. Cain also has a sense of smell great enough to recognize people by their race, gender, and sometimes their age. This also allows him to remember specific peoples’ scents so that he can quickly find them later.

Lastly is Cain’s increased speed and agility. This allows him to move incredibly fast for short periods, quickly closing the distance between himself and his opponent.

Weaknesses: Like all vampires Cain is severely allergic to silver and garlic. Silver burns him on contact and wounds inflicted by silver take longer to regenerate, while garlic saps his strength. Also like other vampires, Adonai can’t stand to be in the sun for extended periods of time, only able to stay in direct sunlight for two hours at the most before starting to burn up, though he can stay in the sunlight longer if he stays in the shadows.

Yet another vampiric weakness is an aversion to any religious symbols/items, as well as roses. These things cause him excruciating pain, drawing his focus. For this reason he steers clear of places like temples and churches, something his opponent can use as a means of pausing the fight to rest.

Along with all these common weaknesses are some not so common weaknesses. These include the inability to enter a privately owned household without first gaining proper invitation, a subconscious urge to count objects inside his head, and a weakness towards fire, as vampire flesh burns more quickly than any other, and burns take longer to heal.

Last, but not least, is his overconfidence. He underestimates his opponents fairly often, and rarely admits when he’s wrong. This also leads to him being reluctant to accept help of any kind.

Weapons: A single Smith & Wesson 500 revolver, only used when Cain feels he is vastly outmatched. It carries five S&W .500 magnum shots, which are fired with enough force to blow half a man’s head off.

Armor: Cain wears no armor, believing that armor is something fools use to remind themselves of their own fragileness.

Other Items: Vilaf, small red pills. When consumed by a vampire, they stave said undead being’s thirst for a time, though not giving them the boost of strength that feeding on blood would. Although helpful if ingested by a vampire, Vilaf tablets are deadly if consumed by any other being due to genetic differences.

Cain also carries an I-Pod, which he uses when in an easy fight and/or simply relaxing. His favorite songs to listen to are those by heavy metal groups such as Staind, Disturbed, Papa Roach, and Korn. He says that he prefers heavy metal because half of the singers are secretly vampires.

Personality: Cain is a tad bit arrogant due to his class S status. He considers vampires to be the greatest race, while humans are merely food and werewolves are nothing but inbred mutts. At times he’ll grudgingly accept help from humans, but he’ll never, ever accept help from a werewolf.

Cain is an impatient fellow who prefers not to beat around the bush, and gets angry when somebody dribbles on and on about something irrelevant. He is cold and unfeeling towards most species aside from vampires.

In combat he’s fairly manipulative, preferring to lead his opponents into a bad spot before finishing them. Once an opponent is beaten, Cain will frequently toy with them before killing them. This usually includes torture and mutilation.

Skills/Abilities: Being very, very old, Cain has quite a bit of fighting experience. He’s dabbled in Tang Soo Do, Ninjutsu, and kickboxing, though he’s far from mastering any of them. He also has experience in Dashk, a vampire fighting art that’s taught to all vampires that are part of the council, even apprentices of council members.

Like all vampires, he has superior senses. His hearing is so advanced that he can hone in on specific sources of noise, and his smell is so great that he can recognize people by their scent. Cain’s sight is also incredibly advanced, allowing him to clearly see in the dark.

Seeing as he has DNA from Class B and Class D vampires, he has the following abilities.

Armblade, Dashk technique number 1

A technique specially taught to Class D vampires with relations to the council, the Armblade takes advantage of Class D vampires’ increased iron content. It allows Cain to combine all of the iron in his blood and transform it into a triangular blade, about a foot long, which extends from the vampires arm just above the wrist.

The more iron in Cain’s blood, the stronger the blade is. He can attain more iron via feeding.

Wirevein, Dashk technique number 2

Similar to the Armblade ability, Wirevein produces a weapon made from the iron content of the user’s blood. Rather than producing a blade, however, the Wirevein ability stretches out one of Cain’s veins in his wrist and coats it in iron, created a whip of sorts. Once the whip strikes Cain’s opponent the iron returns to his bloodstream and his vein returns to its normal size and position.

Though not useful for prolonged combat, the Wirevein ability is good for a quick hit or two.

Mistform, Dashk technique number 6A

A technique taught only to Class B vampires, the mistform ability allows them to remain in their mist form for extended periods of time rather than becoming mistlike for only a short time. When in mist form, Cain is unaffected by physical attacks. Magical and elemental attacks, however, can still damage him while in mist form, and he’ll revert back to his physical form if this happens.

Cain can only hold this form for half a minute at the most, after which he must wait for five minutes before using it again.

Halfmist, Dashk technique number 6B

An ability that is seldom learned, the Halfmist is an extension of the Mistform ability. It allows Cain to turn half of his body (Usually muscle mass and unneeded organs), into the mist form while still remaining physical enough to fight.

While using Halfmist, Cain’s strength and durability are cut in half. At the same time, his speed grows immensely due to his decreased weight. If the half of him that’s in mist form is damaged, he’ll revert back to his physical form.

Cain can only hold this form for a relatively short amount of time.

Shadowdance

A self-taught technique: While using the Halfmist ability Cain can use the Shadowdance, which lasts for approximately ten seconds. During the Shadowdance, the half of him that’s mist surrounds Cain’s opponent.

The mist turns pitch black, obstructing his opponent’s view save for a split second of light as Cain is attacking. During the Shadowdance, Cain is unable to use the Armblade ability.

As of Grudging Respect, Cain has gained several new abilities, which are as follows...

Hagashk

Hagashk, which is vampiric for "Lookalike", is an ability that Cain gained by assimilating the blood of Jeremy Jaggers. It allows him to completely morph his body structure and appearance to look like anybody he's drunk blood from. The transformation is 100% perfect, including changing his gender if he's taking on the appearance of a female victim, and even changing his scent to match the original victim's.

Ghoul

An ability Cain received by drinking the blood of a vampire known simply as Magwitch, Ghoul allows Adonai to turn deceased victims into, as the name implies, ghouls. The ghouls are gray-skinned, completely obedient (Often mindless), superhumanly strong, and can be summoned to his side, seemingly appearing out of nowhere at any time.

The ghouls' main sources of attack are their clawed hands and fangs, but Cain can also make them explode to inflict even more damage. They are fragile, however, and a well-aimed blow to the chest or head will kill them easily.

Death and Shadows

Cain's version of the Silhouette of Stealth. He gained the ability through the blood of Erkunde, who himself copied the ability from Cadenza Madrigal. This ability allows Adonai to sink into shadows, either to hide or to burst out of any other shadow in the vicinity.

Unlike Cadenza's Silhouette of Stealth, Death and Shadows doesn't allow Cain to send projectiles through shadows or pull opponents into them. He can, however, send specific parts of his body through shadows, punching a hand through one shadow and having his fist come out of another shadow to strike his opponent, for example.

Adonai can use this ability as much as he wants, but he can only hide his entire body inside of a shadow for a maximum of five minutes.

Thorne *Note: Thorne was the ability Cain was to have gotten from the blood of Judas Mesias, but Altamira's sudden departure meant that the fight couldn't take place*

Cain's most powerful ability thus far. His back and arms are covered in nigh-indestructible bone plating, leaving his arms and back completely invulnerable. As if that weren't bad enough, they are then covered in barbs ranging in thickness from needle-like to large spikes.

These barbs can be launched as projectiles. The smaller, needle-like barbs have a small amount of paralyzing toxins in them. A few of them won't cause much of an effect, but ten or more launched directly into a limb can cause paralysis that will last for about an hour.

Like the bone plating, all of the barbs are nigh-indestructible. While Thorne is Cain's most powerful ability, it is also his most inhibiting, as he cannot use any of his other abilities while Thorne is in effect.

History: “Push, push!” the doctor said, watching for any sign that the baby was coming out. Mister Adonai held his wife’s hand reassuringly while keeping his eyes transfixed on her face. Her tan face was locked in an expression of pain, something that her husband affirmed by her crushing grip on his hand.

Doctor Webb, the doctor in charge of the delivery, wiped his wrinkled forehead with an egg white handkerchief. Mrs. Adonai had been in labor for more than fourty hours, which meant that the baby had to be coming out soon.

Suddenly, Mrs. Adonai began to gasp and hyperventilate. The hyperventilation soon turned to choking, then gurgled coughing. At the same time, however, a little body began to push its way out. Doctor Webb, in a hurry, grabbed the baby and yanked it out the rest of the way.

By this time Mrs. Adonai was beginning to bleed from her mouth, and she stopped breathing. Her husband didn’t even notice when Doctor Webb cut the umbilical cord, too focused on the horror that was unfolding before him.

Mrs. Adonai died that night due to unknown causes. Her baby, however, was born without any defects or consequences save for the fact that he was born with his teeth fully grown. Though Mr. Adonai thought nothing of it, Doctor Webb was horrified, remembering the warnings of Romanian folklore…

The things that doomed a man to become a vampire include a black cat crossing the mother’s path, the child being born with such irregularities as a tail or a full set of teeth, excommunication from the church, or being bitten by a vampire and surviving.

Of course, Webb quickly put a stop to his fears. Vampires were only make believe, popularized by Stoker’s novel ‘Dracula’. In fact, Webb had read said book just a few nights ago. No wonder why he was so superstitious!

Shortly after the delivery, Mr. Adonai left with his son. Unfortunately, Webb was unaware of the fact that, although he didn’t believe in the supernatural, Mr. Adonai did. In fact, he believed in things that Webb had never heard of…

~

In a small house, barely large enough to accompany two people, Curt Adonai sat. In the middle of the room was a table littered with scissors and picture frames. He and his wife had been planning on getting a family portrait drawn, after which they would cut it down to a specific size and hang it on the wall.

In the far corner of the room was a single cradle in which their child slept. On the near corner was the bed on which Curt and Elise had slept, still untidy from this morning. Behind the sitting figure of Mr. Adonai was a lit fireplace.

“Elise,” Curt thought, tears streaming down his eyes. He’d done his best to avoid showing such feelings in front of the good doctor, but couldn’t help but break down once he’d gotten home. His wife, his beautiful, caring wife, was dead and that demon child was to blame!

He raised a hand to his head, running his fingers through his wavy brown hair. “I can’t do anything for her, he thought, clenching his fist, still in his hair. He didn’t seem to notice when his clenched fist tore a handful of hair from his head.

Curt slowly rose from his chair, doing his best not to send a hateful glance towards the thing sleeping in the cradle at the other end of the room. The thing that he and his wife had made so many preparations for, spent so much time planning for.

“Elise always said she wanted a baby before she died, Curt thought, watching the tiny beast roll over and clutch at its blanket. It would have been so easy to do it, and nobody would know. He could blame it on the fact that Elise died while giving birth, screwing up the creature.

He could do it and get away with it too. He’d avenge his wife, and rid the world of the monstrosity that only days ago had been his unborn son. Curt took a threatening step towards the cradle, hands limp at his sides.

Curt’s hands curled into fists, his eyes glazing over with rage. The most wonderful woman in his life was gone… and this creature was to blame. Before he even realized what he was doing, Curt grabbed a pair of scissors from the table and made his way to the cradle.

“Die,” he said, hissing and spitting each word as though he were speaking to Satan himself. “You little monster!”

Curt brought the scissors down on the sleeping form, giving it an injury that would remain with him for the rest of his life. The instant he pulled the scissors away from the child’s face, Curt was overcome by grief. He’d stabbed a baby!

Screaming with despair, Mr. Adonai charged across the room, knocking over the table and his chair as he dove headfirst into the fireplace.

All the commotion awoke the neighbors, and they began to knock on the door. By the time they heard the baby’s cries the smell of burning flesh had begun to rise from the chimney…

~

When the baby was carried into the hospital, a bloody mess where its eye used to be, the first doctor to see the carnage was none other than Webb himself. He couldn’t believe that the very baby that he had delivered a short time ago was now in his hospital, and eye completely destroyed.

He tried his best but was unable to save the baby’s eye. From then on the child would be forced to use a glass eye, or at least and eyepatch. Feeling sorry for the child, Webb adopted him shortly after he healed, naming the child Curt, after his father.

17 Years Later…

“Curt!” Dr. Webb shouted from the bottom of the stairwell.. “Hurry up or you’ll be late! This guy’s a snob, so being late for an interview really won’t help your chances of landing this job!”

Curt, his hair disheveled, appeared at the top of the stairs, his clothing in disarray. He moaned and returned to his room to get dressed and brush his hair. Today was the day he was going to get a job interview with Azkal Gurlon, a very wealthy businessman.

Azkal was looking for a new butler, and was going to pay a fairly decent amount of money to whoever took the job. The only requirements were that the person taking the job were young and looked good, so that he could spite his rivals by pointing out how well groomed and utterly perfect his butler was.

Curt slipped on his best shirt and pants, as well as his favorite pair of shoes. After that he spent the next few minutes in front of the mirror adjusting his hair and eyepatch. Once finished, he came charging down the stairs. The interview was due to start in just a few minutes.

After a quick goodbye to his adoptive father, Curt sped off out the door and down the cobblestone street. Azkal’s mansion was only two blocks from where he lived, but that by no means meant that Curt was guaranteed to get there on time. Fortunately, he did.

Just a few minutes after he’d left home Curt was standing before the iron fence that signified the transfer from public to private property. Beyond the gate stood Gurlon’s Victorian mansion, gargoyle statues and all. Several gardeners were pacing about the huge yard, tending to hedges that were trimmed in the forms of various animals.

“I’m here for the job,” Curt said to the guard. The stout man’s only response was a simple grunt, after which he promptly opened the gate. A second guard came strolling down to the gate and escorted Curt to Azkal’s domain.

He didn’t realize that the sound of the gate closing behind him would mark the end of his seemingly normal, if slightly twisted life…

~

“Mr. Gurlon,” said a gray haired butler, his mustache bouncing up and down with each word. “You have a visitor. He says he’s here for the job, probably the one you offered for people to replace me.”

The wavy haired businessman waved his soon to be retired butler off, taking a sip of his ‘wine’. Of course, that’s what it looked like. Anybody with a good sense of smell could tell that it was fresh blood from Gurlon’s supply tomb.

For a moment he watched as Muerto, the old, Class C vampire butler, toddled off. Once Muerto left, Azkal switched his focus to the main doors. Something odd was coming. Not quite a vampire, nor was it fully human. He instantly decided that whoever was coming would be far more valuable than a butler.

“I didn’t think any more Class S’s existed,” he thought, taking another sniff to affirm his suspicions. “Draculae’s been dead for at least seventeen years, so that’s definitely not him. The scent is more human than Draculae’s was anyway.

He continued watching with growing interest as a brown haired youth came through the double doors, almost tripping over the threshold. Acknowledging the boy’s presence, Azkal merely tipped his head in the direction of a chair opposite his.

Curt took the seat nervously, not used to being anywhere near somebody of Gurlon’s magnitude. He was about to start, but remembered Webb’s advice that it was better to wait until the employer spoke, as it took a moment for the employer to size up his soon to be worker.

“So,” Azkal said, taking note of the fact that the teen’s left eye was covered with a cheap leather eyepatch. “You’re here for the job, are you? I’m in need of a replacement for my current butler. He’s getting a little senile.”

“Yes sir,” Curt said, sitting rigidly straight in his chair. “I’m here because of the advertisement you plastered on the plaza wall.”

Azkal nodded and took another sip of his drink, silently noting how baby blood tasted better than that of a fully-grown adult. His eyes continued to scan Curt from the rim of his glass, taking in all the fine details. He was a handsome youth, probably strong too.

“How about,” he said after withdrawing the glass from his lips. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow? I’ll have everything ready for you then.” Curt nodded and made his way out the double doors, letting out a relieved sigh once on the other side.

“That wasn’t so bad,” he thought, smiling now. On his way out he began to lightly whistle, thinking of what he’d say to Webb upon returning home.

~

“Muerto,” Azkal said to his butler. The Class C vampire set Gurlon’s meal, a still beating heart, down on the table. The old vampire wiped his hands off and turned his attention to his Class A master.

“Yes sir?”

“That boy,” Azkal said, sticking a fork into the heart. “Was a Class S vampire. I think he’d make a good apprentice, don’t you? Of course, he needs the blood of a vampire in order to start down the path.”

Muerto nodded and crossed his arms, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought. A Class S vampire was no more than a human until they got their first taste of vampire blood, but how would they attain it? The poor vampire got his answer soon enough.

His master produced a blade from under the table and, with incredibly swiftness, cleaved off his butler’s head. Muerto’s headless form collapsed into a crumpled heap, spurting blood from the stump that used to be his neck.

Azkal instantly went to work collecting the blood. Tomorrow was going to be a big day…

~

Curt rose early that day as he was too excited to sleep in. Azkal was bound to pay a huge amount of money, and the thought of spending so much time in that grand mansion was just as appealing. He skipped breakfast and made his way to Gurlon’s mansion.

He was happy to see that the guard was a bit more cheery today. Rather than greeting him with a grunt, the guard quickly opened the gate and congratulated Curt on getting the job, finishing his greeting with a pat on the back.

Just like before, a man came down from the mansion to escort him. This time however, that man was Azkal himself. With a jovial smile stretched across his weathered face, Gurlon took Curt by the shoulder and practically dragged him to the mansion.

“Congratulations Adonai,” Azkal said, continuing to smile. Curt was so happy that he didn’t even notice the fact that Gurlon knew his name even though he hadn’t told the businessman. “Let us celebrate your new job with a fine breakfast. Have you ever-tried red wine? Of course you haven’t!”

He led Curt to a vast dining hall, in the middle of which was a gigantic oak table. The edges of the room were laden with large marble pillars, freshly polished. Even more impressive than the room itself was the food on the table.

There were piles of various breakfast foods. Biscuits, muffins, pancakes, and even French toast. Not only was the food great, but there were also bottles of various drinks ranging from amontillado, milk, and water to red wine and fresh grape juice.

Azkal directed Curt towards to a seat at the end of the table, where a plate was already set with various muffins and buscuits. The boy sat down, a look of bewilderment etched into his face. Azkal wasn’t rich, he was rich.

Once Gurlon was seated, the two began to eat their eloquent meal. Curt filled his goblet with red wine, and went to work devouring his meal and draining his cup. The great feeling didn’t last too long, however. The wine was strange tasting, and left a strange feeling in the back of his throat.
“Where did you get this wine?” he asked, the feeling changing over to an itch. The itching quickly became burning, the burning becoming searing heat. Curt dropped his goblet and clutched his throat, his vision becoming blurry.

“Class C,” Azkal said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He watched with mild amusement as Adonai slumped over in his chair. It would take a few hours for the Class C blood to integrate into his DNA, after which he’d be a full-fledged vampire.

“Soon,” Azkal said, taking a sip of his glass of amontillado. “You’ll be all mine.”

~

Pain, the ultimate reality check. Curt’s entire body ached. The youth groaned and rolled onto his side, his preferred sleeping position. Whatever it was he would sleep it off. Yep, that’s what he’d do. Adonai rested his head on his silk pillow and-

“Wait a second,” he thought. “I don’t have silk pillows…”

With difficulty he opened his eyes, finding himself lying on a massive bed in an even more massive room. The walls were intricately decorated with portraits of various men and women, each one standing before a very different background. They wore different clothing as well. In fact, there was only one thing that the portraits had in common, their teeth.

No matter the gender, clothing, or background, all of these people had enlarged canines. Some of them even had a red substance dripping from their lips. Despite feeling disgusted by the sight of blood, Curt couldn’t help but want the substance.

Only when he realized this did he discover a strange sensation in his mouth. It was like he was sucking on something large and sharp. Curt opened his mouth and stuck his fingers in, dreading what he would find. Once he discovered what was in his mouth he almost passed out.

He had fangs, just like the people in the portraits. Curt attempted to return to the large bed. On the way he stumbled several times, once managing to inadvertently pull one of the portraits off the wall. This was all a nightmare. He’d just go back to sleep and wake up in his own bed. Yes, that’s what he’d do.

“Good morning Mr. Adonai,” said a smooth voice. Curt stumbled once again, though this time he was unable to keep himself from falling. Azkal was sitting on the bed, but how? Curt hadn’t seen the businessman come in…

“I trust you’re feeling good,” Gurlon continued, drumming his fingers on the satin sheets. He smiled and laughed. Curt watched with growing horror as Azkal’s canines grew into fangs, just like the portraits. Just like his.

“What did you do to me?” Adonai asked, attempting to stand but failing miserably. “What the hell am I?”

Azkal laughed yet again, this time slapping his palm on his leg as though he’d just seen the most hysterical play ever. Even when he’d finished laughing Gurlon seemed to have trouble keeping a straight face. He rose from the bed and made his way towards the youth.

“You’re a Class S vampire Curt,” he said, lifting Adonai off the floor like a rag doll and placing him on his feet. “You’ve got DNA from a Class C vampire now. That means that you are technically a Class C vampire at the moment.”

Curt couldn’t believe his ears. A vampire was something from Bram Stoker’s fable, not something real. How then, did he have such strange teeth, and how was Azkal so strong? Adonai, still a little dizzy, suddenly struck Azkal in his stomach, knocking the Class A vampire to the ground.

Of course, Gurlon wasn’t one to be beaten so easily. In a flash he rose from the floor, struck Curt in the face, and pinned him against the nearest wall, all with only one hand. Azkal leaned in close and began to whisper in Adonai’s ear.

“There’s so much you don’t know. Let me teach you,” he said, his voice as smooth as ever. “You’re a vampire, Curt, much better than a human. You can get revenge for everything that the doctor took from you, and take so much more from everybody else.”

“What,” Curt said, his voice quivering. “Did Webb ever do to me?”

Yet again, Azkal broke into laughter. It seemed to Adonai that the vampire laughed every other sentence. Once he was finished, Gurlon quickly regained his serious look and continued to whisper.

“Haven’t you ever wondered what happened to your left eye, or your parents?” Azkal asked. He knew what happened to Curt’s parents and eye already. He was, of course, a wealthy businessman, and had access to the hospital records. Curt, however, didn’t have this kind of access.

“Webb didn’t tell me,” Adonai replied, starting to realize what Azkal was saying.

“Webb wanted to use you as a weapon, Curt. He wanted to use you to give himself a boost in life. Once he was finished, he was going to cast you aside like an empty bottle of alcohol. Why do you think he tore out your left eye? It was to make you stronger!”

Curt had a hard time believing this, but couldn’t help but feel that there was some truth in the vampire’s words. His sadness at becoming an animal was replaced with hatred. Hatred for the doctor that wanted to use him as a toy, hatred for the doctor that had made a point of not telling him why he had no left eye.

“Let me go Azkal,” he said, his voice taking on a darker tone. “I have some business to take care of. After that, I’d like you to teach me everything there is to know.”

Azkal stepped back, a broad smile stretching across his face. Now he had his apprentice. He watched Curt leave the mansion before going outside for a cigar. It was nighttime now, perfect for Adonai. The Class A vampire sat with a cigar and awaited his apprentice’s return.

That night Webb’s house burned down. The doctor’s corpse had multiple broken bones and two small marks on his neck. From then on Curt was known as Cain, Azkal’s vampiric apprentice. The two would go on to figure behind the scenes in many world events, helping shape it into the way it is today.

Summer, 2006…

“Cain,” Azkal said. He waited until his apprentice finished feasting on the Class D vampire before continuing. “I hate to interrupt, but we have a plane to catch. The council meeting is in just a few hours, and we can’t afford to be late. All the major players in the vampire world will be there!”

“Will Hitomi be there?” Cain asked, wiping his mouth off on his victim’s jacket. “If she isn’t, I’m not even going to bother going. Everybody knows that there hasn’t been a successful vampiric government since the time of Draculae, and there never will be.”

“Hitomi?” Azkal replied, stroking back his curly black hair. “You mean your little girlfriend? Of course she’ll be there! Her master, Vlad, will be there, so it’s likely she’ll be there as well.”

Azkal didn’t know much about Hitomi aside from the fact that she was a Japanese Class D vampire that Cain met during the Beer Hall Putsch back in 1925. Of course, they couldn’t stay together very long. Vlad mainly stayed in America, and Azkal made his base of operations in Europe.

Since the Beer Hall Putsch, Gurlon and Adonai had remained in Germany to oversee Hitler’s Reich, however short it was. Once that was over with Azkal moved his base from England to Moscow, and that was where the two had remained for a few decades.

Over that time Hitomi and Cain kept in contact via letters, though they did see each other during council meetings, which occurred once every decade. Every time they saw one another they spent the majority of their time alone, something that annoyed Vlad but at the same time amused Azkal.

“Alright,” Cain said, waking his master from his thoughts. “I have to take one quick detour before we go there. I have to get a present for Hitomi.”

Azkal silently watched as Adonai stepped over the Class D vampire’s corpse and made his way out the front door. “Young love,” he thought. Gurlon waited until he heard distant sirens before making his way out the same way Cain did, though he ‘accidentally’ stepped on the corpse’s head on his way out.

~

“How much for that one?” Cain asked, pointing at a twenty-four carrot gold ring. It had an emerald stone firmly set in the middle, with tiny diamonds of various sizes sprinkled around it. Obviously, this was an expensive ring. Cain didn’t care though. If he couldn’t afford it, he’d just take it.

“Well,” the shopkeeper replied, rubbing his stubble with one hand, his other hand resting on the display case. “I know you and Mr. Gurlon are buddies, and I know you have a plane to catch, so I’ll just send him the bill.”

Cain, eye’s beaming, thanked the jeweler and sprinted out of the store with the ring in his pocket. He couldn’t wait any longer. At the meeting he’d finally ask for his love’s hand in marriage, and be with her for the rest of his life.

The thought of pissing of Vlad and pleasing Azkal wasn’t too bad of a bonus either…

~

“Hello Mr. Gurlon, Mr. Adonai,” Gordon, the vampire representative of Ireland, said. He shook the Class A and Class S vampires’ hands in turn before moving on to the other guests. Kunichiro and Lee, Class C vampires from China and Australia, were already seated at the oval table.

The vampires from Africa, Valof and Aruz, were speaking with Gordon’s apprentice, Hans. Neither Azkal nor Cain wanted to speak with the African aristocrats, so they both headed straight to the oval table. Gurlon took his usual seat and Cain stood behind him, as it was customary for the apprentices to stand behind their masters.

“Come on,” Cain thought, anxiously tapping his foot. Only after the meeting was over would he be able to speak with Hitomi in private, and the meeting wouldn’t start until Vlad arrived. The Class S vampire nearly jumped out of his skin at the booming voice that erupted from the entrance.

“I thank you all for coming. I have something of great importance to tell you all about, and I’m sure you’ll all enjoy it!” Vlad was finally here. The bald Class B vampire strode past Cain on his way to his seat, followed by Hitomi. Cain and Hitomi shared a brief glance before returning to their respective master’s sides.

Vlad waited until everybody was seated before continuing. “Now then,” he said, his beady little eyes sweeping across those present. “If everybody is about ready, the meeting is about to start.”

Cain watched with mild interest as Hitomi handed the short vampire a massive brief case, nearly crushing him with it. Vlad heaved the gigantic object onto the table, causing wines of distress to erupt from its legs. Adonai almost chuckled at the thought of how embarrassed Vlad would be if the table crippled under the case’s weight.

“These,” the Class B vampire said, wiping his brow with an egg white handkerchief. “Are the blueprints of a project that I worked on with a mister Aleister Crowley a few decades back. Unfortunately, the project was on hiatus for a number of years after Crowly dropped out from planning.”

“It is known as Project Darklight,” he continued, stuffing the handkerchief into his breast pocket. “Darklight is the world’s only working teleportation device, though it isn’t without its problems. It can only teleport inanimate objects, though it will also teleport anything inside said object, and we have no way of finding where the objects turn up.”

“With the council’s approval I’d like funding to continue the project. Once finished we’ll be able to teleport vast amounts of human corpses to the starving vampires of the Arctic Circle, and there’s no limit to the machine’s usefulness during war time.”

Azkal suddenly spoke up, interrupting Vlad. “The only one who knew how to finish this project was Aleister Crowley, and maybe Victor Frankenstein. Seeing as they are both dead now, there’s no way to perfect the machine. Even if we could, it would cost an endless amount of money and cripple the economies of several countries.”

“Since when have you cared about human economy?” Gordon piped out. The next several minutes were a blur of arguing and spitting, during which time Cain and Hitomi did nothing but watch one another. When all the arguing was finally over a brief recess was called.

“Azkal,” Cain whispered into his master’s ear. “Could Hitomi and I skip out on the rest of the meeting? I need to give her my present, and this isn’t exactly the best place to do it. Besides, Vlad is too busy arguing to notice if Hitomi slips out.”

“Fine,” Gurlon replied, taking a sip of his canteen. Cain motioned for Hitomi to follow him, and the two quickly left the meeting room, stepping over the corpse that used to be Gordon…

~

Cain and Hitomi stopped at the park and sat together on a bench, watching the moonlight glittering off of Lake Cadillac. It felt good to get away from the meeting hall. All that happened there was endless arguing, and nothing was ever done about it. It was better to just enjoy the view of the lake.

“Hitomi,” Cain said, drawing the mossy green eyes of his love. “We’ve known eachother for about seventy years now, right? I mean, it’s not that long of a time, but it’s long enough to know how you feel about someone.”

Adonai suddenly rose from the bench, turned, and knelt before Hitomi, producing the ring he’d gotten back in Moscow. His love’s eyes widened and she tried to form words, failing in the attempt. Finally, tears welling in her eyes, Hitomi smiled and replied, “Of course!”

Cain, tears appearing in his eye as well, rose and embraced his love. Time stopped for them, letting them enjoy the other. Ever since they’d met back in the Beer Hall Putsch Cain had been waiting for this moment, and it was finally here.

After a minute or two of this embrace the two broke off from one another, only to close in again for a long and meaningful kiss. Cain didn’t want this moment to end. He was there with his lover, enjoying the best moment in either vampire’s lives.

Unfortunately such a moment couldn’t last forever. The meeting was due to be finished soon, and their masters would come looking for them. Cain and Hitomi broke away from eachother again and strode down the street back to the meeting place, hand in hand.

~
The wedding day was upon them. Hitomi was dressed in the usual frilly white bride’s dress, and Cain wore the best tuxedo money could buy. They’d both invited several of their friends and, in Hitomi’s case, family to the wedding.

Also attending were Azkal and Vlad, both of whom had much different opinions on the wedding. Gurlon was, to say the least, pleased. Vlad, on the other hand, hated the whole idea. He was a bigot, believing that different classes of vampire shouldn’t mate.

Seeing as Cain was a Class S vampire and Hitomi was a Class D, it was no wonder that Vlad disapproved. Cain and Hitomi, however, didn’t care. They loved eachother and it didn’t matter what class of vampire they were.

It wouldn’t be long before the two took their vows and became Mister and Misses Adonai. Of course, the bride had to go to the bathroom. She’d spent the last few nights feeding quite a bit, worried about the wedding.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered in Cain’s ear. “I have to go to the bathroom first, ‘kay?”

Cain nodded and watched his fiancé as she scurried off to the bathroom. The poor man had no clue that this would be the last time he saw her alive. A lycanthrope extremist, who disagreed with the result of a recent vampire on werewolf scuffle, was waiting.

He’d heard that two major players in the vampire community were getting married that night, in that church, and decided that killing one of them would be a nice blow. He knew, of course, that he was no match for a Class S vampire. That’s why he waited in the ladies room for the Class D bride.

Hitomi hurried into the women’s bathroom, unaware of the danger lurking in a nearby stall. All she could think about was how much she had to pee and how she shouldn’t have fed so much the preceding week. She opened the nearest stall, finding a nasty surprise hunched over inside.

Before she could even scream, the lycanthrope’s claw was clamped over her mouth. She was so frightened that she urinated herself. If she weren’t about to die she would have been embarrassed about the fact that there was now a yellow stain on her wedding dress.

Hitomi attempted to fight back, scratching at it with her hands and kicking it with her feet. The monster grabbed one hand and snapped it backward, causing a stream of tears to flow from the vampire’s eyes. Not wanting to risk a run-in with the groom, the beast made it quick, but by no means painless.

~

“Somebody help! Hitomi’s dead!”

Cain watched, dumbstruck, as Hitomi’s sister came running out of the bathroom. She’d gone in seconds ago to check on Hitomi seeing as it’d been ten minutes since she went to the bathroom, and was now running around the church screaming and crying.

Once Adonai noticed Azkal and several others heading for the women’s bathroom, he snapped out of his stupor and followed suit. If he’d known what he’d find in that bathroom he would have stayed away. He would have stayed away and let his final memory be of her in her wedding dress, heading for the bathroom.

Not her torn open, with her guts smeared against the walls and a note nailed to her forehead. The instant he saw her Cain collapsed, overcome with emotion. One minute she was alive, cheerful and happy in her cute little wedding dress. The next she was a bloody mess strewn about the bathroom.

Trembling, Adonai pulled the note off of Hitomi’s head and read it through teary eyes.

If you’re reading this, that means that the little vampire is dead. Don’t worry, I made the last few seconds of her life as pleasurable as possible… for me that is. Anyway, this is a warning to you vampire scum: You’re not as high and mighty as you believe yourselves to be, and don’t think your little ‘victory’ a few months back proves otherwise.

Cain dropped the letter and sobbed. While doing so he managed to get a whiff of the air, pinpointing the scent of a werewolf alpha male. A werewolf had indeed done this. A werewolf had raped and killed his wife over a stupid quarrel that the so called ‘vamprie government’ had with the lycanthropes.

For the next few days Adonai was inconsolable, spending all his time alone, mourning the death of his love. He spent his time lying in bed with a picture of Hitomi, attempting to relive the happy times they had together. They would no longer have those happy times.

~

Three Months Later…

“Get in,” Cain said to the Japanese woman. The prostitute got into the passenger’s seat of his sports car, and he drove her to his hotel room. Every time he looked at her he saw Hitomi’s face, the main reason he’d picked up the prostitute.

The two made their way up the twenty flights of stairs to Cain’s room, speaking very little on the way up. Cain was trying to relive his time with Hitomi, even if he wouldn’t admit it. For the past week he kept picking up Japanese prostitutes and, after spending a night with them, feeding on them.

It was a vicious and disgusting cycle but it was the closest he’d ever get to having Hitomi back. He didn’t care if the vampire community shunned him for it. Cain didn’t even care if it caused distasteful looks from Azkal.

That night went on like the last few. He got in bed with the prostitute, pretended she was Hitomi, was overcome with grief afterwards, and killed the hooker. This time, however, was different.

After killing and feeding on the prostitute, tears flowing from his eyes as always, Cain smelled something odd. Something familiar was nearby, a scent that he hadn’t smelled since that horrible day three months ago. Adonai went straight to his open window, the smell getting stronger.

Without a moment’s hesitation he leapt out. Cain fell several stories before landing on his hands and knees, skinning them. Ignoring his less than graceful landing he sprinted down the alleyway. The smell was getting stronger.

Step by step he got closer and closer to the smell, his anger intensifying the more the smell reached his nasal cavity. The very bastard that had killed his wife was nearby. The creature that tore away Cain’s source of happiness, and it was just down the alleyway.

Cain rounded the corner and found himself staring at an odd sight. There was indeed a werewolf, and it was slaughtering a family of three for sustenance. It tore off the father’s head and cleaved the mother in two with its gigantic claws.

The creature then turned to a scared little girl, the daughter. Her sundress was soaked in the blood of her parents, and her straight black hair was matted to her head. The werewolf took a menacing step towards her, then another. Then- Thwap!

“Come here you damn mutt!” Cain yelled, using the Wirevein technique a second time. The second strike ripped open a gash just underneath the eight-foot behemoth’s left eye, angering the beast. The werewolf turned, growling, to face his opponent.

The scent was stronger than ever now. Cain was one hundred percent positive that the creature he was facing down truly was the beast that killed his wife. Scowling, Adonai formed a blade above his wrist from the iron in his blood.

Having just fed, Cain’s blood had more iron than usual. His blade would be strong enough, and sharp enough, to cleave that mangy animal’s head in two. The one-eyed vampire spread out his feet until they were shoulder length apart, anticipating a charge.

Just as he had predicted, the werewolf knocked the little girl into the outer wall of a nearby building and lunged at the vampire. The entire left side of its face was soaked in blood, and Cain could see bone underneath. It slobbered and snarled, unable to form legible words in his current state of mind.

The werewolf stopped mid-charge and swung its enormous claw in an attempt to rip the vampire’s head off. Cain ducked under the blow and swiped at the monster’s legs with his blade, severing them at the knee. The animal collapsed onto the pavement, leaving a rather large dent.

Growling and snarling, it attempted to stand, succeeding only in rolling onto its back. The beast found Cain standing over it, blade pointed at its throat. “Play dead,” were the last words it heard before Adonai punctured its windpipe.

Cain, still scowling, tore his blade from the monster’s throat. Not quite feeling satisfied, he drove the blade into the beast’s chest and pulled it downward, cleaving a bloody trail from its chest to its groin. Once that was over with he began to chop at the monster randomly, angrily growling every time his blade made contact.

He’d killed the monster that killed his wife, but did that make him feel better? Of course not! His wife was still dead, his life ruined, and that ass Vlad was feeling good about the whole thing! Killing the lycanthrope didn’t make him feel better, but he knew what just might ease his pain a tiny bit.

Before doing so he hurried to check on the werewolf’s latest victims. If any of them were bitten or scratched and managed to survive then there’d be more of those damn animals around. What he found quickly put a stop to that worry.

As he’d expected, the mother and father were in far too many pieces to survive. That left the little girl, and he knew that she hadn’t been bitten. Even so, he decided to check on the girl anyway, finding her sitting against the nearest wall.

The girl was, as before, coated in blood. She had her head against her knees, and her arms wrapped around them, holding them tight. She stared at Cain with deep green eyes, ones that reminded him of Hitomi.

“H-Help me,” she stammered, tears flowing freely down her face. “Please, it hurts…”

As she said this Cain noticed a puddle of blood beginning to form under the little girl, coming from under her sundress. Apparently the werewolf’s blow shattered several ribs, forcing them to jab through the girl’s flesh. It was a painful way to die.

Feeling sorry for the girl, probably because she reminded him so much of his late wife, Adonai lifted the girl up and gently snapped her neck, killing her instantly and ending the pain. Now that that was over with, he had other business to attend to…

~

“Hold my calls Grant,” Vlad said, making his way past his secretary, on the way to the elevator. Cain called him just a few minutes earlier sounding hysterical. Apparently he’d killed the werewolf that murdered Hitomi.

If word of the death got to the council Cain would be expelled. Unless the council announces a true time of war, violence between lycanthropes and vampires was absolutely forbidden. It was a crime punishable by death, or worse.

The news came as a welcome surprise to Vlad. The Class B vampire could crush Azkal morally by taking out his support. With Cain out of the way the fields would tip in Vlad’s favor. Soon he’d be able to oust his Class A rival.

He smiled at the thought of being rid of Azkal. He was the only real opposition to the Darklight project. Without Gurlon the experiment would be funded by the council itself, quadrupling the speed at which it would be perfected.

Vlad chuckled and pressed the button, summoning his ride to the world below. He was so happy with himself that he didn’t even notice his security chief coming up behind him. The burly man got his boss’s attention via tapping him on the shoulder.

“Sir,” he said, his voice quivering. “Just a few minutes ago we captured images of several vampires making their way up here without clearance. I sent a few members of security to turn them back, and they responded by killing the security officers. We have to evacuate the building.”

Vlad was about to reply when the elevator opened, carrying a blood soaked figure wielding a Smith & Wesson revolver, aimed right for the security chief’s heart. The poor man didn’t stand a chance. The hammer was cocked when the door opened, and tripped less than a second after the door opened.

The security chief fell to the floor with a heavy thud and splatter, sending droplets sailing onto Vlad’s business suit. The Class B vampire stared at his security chief’s corpse and let out a long and low moan. After tearing his gaze from his employee’s corpse he shifted his gaze towards his attacker.

“Vlad,” the attacker said, casually cocking the hammer on his firearm. “It’s been three months since we last met in person. How have you been? Find a new apprentice to replace Hitomi?”

He fired one shot straight into Vlad’s head, blowing it in half with a silver bullet. The Class B vampire collapsed in a bloody heap, sending more blood splashing than the security chief had. His killer knelt down and picked up a chunk of what used to be Vlad’s head.

“Well,” Cain said, grinning. “I always thought I’d get Class B DNA sometime or another. I didn’t think it’d be from you though.”

At this Adonai tipped the piece of flesh as if in toast, after which he voraciously bit into and started sucking on the piece of meat. He took time to enjoy the taste of Vlad’s blood, for it was a big victory, and a victory should be savored.

He’d attained Class B DNA, making him much more powerful, as well as killing an enemy and having a fun time taking out a massive amount of humans, a victory indeed. There was only one thing left to do: Cover his tracks.

Adonai’s strike team suddenly filed in from the stairs, standing at attention before their boss. They’d been little more than a diversion, though they did help a little more by placing bombs at key structural points from the first floor up.

“Dismissed,” Cain said, getting one last lick of blood from the piece of flesh.

Life went on as usual after that. Cain stopped moping about Hitomi’s death, and the Darklight project was, apparently, discontinued. Adonai changed his training regimen to include Class B techniques, claiming that he’d achieved the DNA from a homeless vampire.

It was around this time that he developed and perfected the Shadow Dance technique, as well as building his won office building in Detroit, from which he oversaw vampire immigration. Azkal went back to Europe to keep an eye on the vampires there, and everything settled down.

For now that is…

~

2007

“Cain, you’ve got a phone call. It’s about Azkal.”

Cain dismissed his secretary with a slight nod of his head and quickly finished his report on Mexico-Texas vampire/human ratios, and picked up the phone. On the other end was a voice he hadn’t heard in a while, that of the vampire politician Lee.

“Adonai,” he said, sadness evident in his voice. “Azkal’s been assassinated. We managed to capture an accomplice of the one who performed the deed, and are interrogating him as we speak. How long before you can be in West Chester, New York?”

“Not that long,” Cain replied, looking at the phone as if it were possessed. “Make sure he, or she, or whoever doesn’t die before I get there. I want to do the honors.”

Adonai slammed his phone down, smashing the receiver and leaving a massive dent in his desk. How could somebody like Azkal be killed? Although he was sad about the death of his mentor, Cain couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of taking his seat on the council, even if the council had no real power.

“Sherry, book me on the next flight to West Chester!” he shouted.

~

West Chester, New York

Cain walked into the warehouse to find that the prisoner was surrounded by vampires, all of whom were torturing him with various objects. One vampire was flipping his nails off with a scalpel, one was breaking random bones, and another was punching him at random times.

Adonai walked over to them and waved the others away so that he may be alone with the man. He looked down on him with contempt. Just another stupid human thinking he could make a difference in the world by attempting to control the vampire population.

“Who are you working with?” Cain asked, standing just off to the side of the man.

“You can **** off you blood sucking freak!” the blonde man yelled, getting a punch to the face as a result. He sat tied to a metal chair via straps of leather. A table was situated nearby, covered in various tools for torture, all of them rusty and caked in blood.

“I’ll ask you again,” Cain replied. He’d gotten there about ten minutes earlier and dismissed those who were already torturing the man, easily taking their place. “Who are you working with? This is my last warning. If you don’t answer me I’m going to kill you, regardless of anything those other vampires said.”

“This is the last time I’m going to say this,” the man replied, attempting to look at Cain through his bruised and swelling eye. “Go **** yourself!”

Adonai, scowling the whole time, drew a meat hook from the table and plunged it into the man’s stomach. As soon as it sunk in and grabbed multiple intestines and organs, Cain ripped it out, creating a massive mess and killing the man instantly.

Honestly, he didn’t care too much about who killed Azkal. Hitomi’s death and the slaying of the werewolf that killed her taught Cain that killing the murderer didn’t help one bit. If anything, it made things worse. At least when the murderer was alive he could imagine them suffering.

Suddenly hearing the song, “Getting Away With Murder” coming from his pocket, Cain wiped off his hands and pulled out his cell phone. He waited for a moment to listen to the song, one of his personal favorites, before flipping open and answering the phone.

“This is Cain here.”

“Listen Cain,” the voice, belonging to Kunichiro, said. “We need you in the Arks Maim motel, just off I-75. The council’s already here for Azkal’s funeral, so now would be the best time to induct you as his replacement.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Adonai shut his phone and took one last look at the corpse before exiting the warehouse and heading for his car. The Arks Maim motel was just a few miles away, a fairly short ride from his current location. He had no clue that he was walking right into a trap.

~

“Cain’s a special kind of vampire everyone,” Kunichiro said, Lee and the others eagerly listening. “He can’t be killed by silver or garlic. However, he can be killed, albeit temporarily, via a hawthorn stake through the heart, after which he is to be decapitated and a loaf of garlic placed in his mouth. The garlic prevents him from simply generating a new body, or attaching his head to the rest of his old body.”

“Now then,” Kunichiro continued. “We’ve set up a tomb in which to place Adonai and all of his belongings, along with any records that he ever existed aside from live witnesses. In essence, we’ll be erasing him from history.”

“And,” piped in another voice, this one dry as sandpaper, coming in from the shadows. “We’ll use Darklight on the tomb itself, sending him to God knows where.”

“Isn’t this a bit much just to get rid of Cain?” Lee asked. It was true, this was going a bit far. They’d hired a professional vampire hunter to kill Azkal, thus luring Adonai into their clutches. Now they were using Darklight to dispose of Cain’s remains.

“Do you know,” Kunichiro stated, glaring at Lee. “What could happen if Cain lives? Remember Draculae? He was a Class S vampire too, and he single handedly created a vampiric empire. Imagine what Cain could do!”

Lee nodded, now seeing the reason why they were going to such great lengths to be rid of Cain. Of course, they wouldn’t have even considered Adonai’s dangerousness if it hadn’t been for their informant, the one in the shadows.

Vlad had barely survived Cain’s attack on him, going into a coma for quite some time. The damage was so extensive that he couldn’t even regenerate it all, and was horribly disfigured. Immediately after waking up he told the council about Adonai, and the decision was made to eliminate him.

The entrance opened and Kunichiro exclaimed, “Ah, speak of the devil!”

The council, as well as several vampire security guards instantly set upon Cain. He managed to fend of several of them with his Armblade, but was staked through the heart before he even had a chance to escape via his mist form.

His Class B enemy, Vlad, stepped forward with a broadsword to do the honors. With one quick swing he decapitated the Class S vampire, after which he carefully placed a loaf of garlic inside his mouth. The sight of life leaving Cain’s eye delighted him.

Kunichiro ordered Operation: Basilisk to be put into high gear immediately. All of Cain’s personal belongings, as well as any records proving his existence were destroyed, and Adonai’s body placed inside of a medium sized tomb, about the size of a modern day restroom.

For the final tip of the hat Vlad had Darklight used on the tomb itself, teleporting it to God knows where. He oversaw the teleportation himself, chuckling as his enemy’s tomb disappeared in a flash of red light. Of course, he had no idea that the teleportation process was unstable.

His technicians had warned him earlier that Darklight may continue to teleport its target long after its initial use, randomly tossing it from place to place, time to time, all at random intervals. That meant that there was a chance Adonai could return, however slim it was.

Vlad paid no attention to this, and forgot all about it within a few days. He had no clue that not paying attention to that warning was what could eventually lead to his demise…

~

Journal entry 23,

Today we finally opened the tomb and exhumed the remains of what appears to be an abnormal humanoid. Sadly, I caused something to fall out of its decapitated head whilst turning it over. I’m not sure what fell out, but I don’t really care at the moment. I’m just too tired…

Anyway, Jerry put the head back on its body just for the heck of it, and screwed it up even more by taking that thing from its chest. He seems to think that the body itself will be worth less to a museum than that stupid piece of wood.

Journal Entry 24,

Gah, I work with incompetent fools! How does one manage to lose a corpse? Neither of my coworkers will admit to moving the body, but its missing from where we originally placed it. The thing couldn’t have gotten up and walked off on its own, could it?

The notes stopped there, with the beginnings of Entry 25 stained in blood…

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Name: Ziran Kunto
Race: Cat (Inhabited by a Windigo)
Gender: Male.
Age: 189 years.

Height: Ziran’s height varies depending on which of his three forms he’s in at the time.

Kitten - Unknown
Hybrid - 5’3ft
Windigo - 6’3ft

Weight: Like his height, Ziran’s weight varies.

Kitten - 2lbs
Hybrid - 100lbs
Windigo - 170lbs

Appearance: Just as Ziran’s height and weight vary, so does his appearance. (Obviously)

Kitten - Ziran looks like any other little calico-colored kitten. His belly, sides, and back are predominately white, though he’s got a small orange spot on his side. The upper part of his head is orange, and his neck and chin are white.

His eyes are mellow green in this form, with the usual slit pupils. Ziran has claws, though he rarely finds occasion to use them.

(Ziran's kitten form, drawn by the awesome Altamira. ^_^)

Hybrid - The form Ziran spends most of his time in, for good reason. It doesn’t put a strain on his body like his Windigo form, but isn’t as defenseless as his cat form. Besides, he finds that this appearance best matches his cheerful and outgoing personality.

The first thing anybody would notice about him is simple: He still has cat ears in this form. They are chestnut brown, like his scraggly hair, and move depending on how he’s feeling. They go back against his head when he’s feeling angry or sad, perk up when he’s happy, etc.

He wears jean-shorts and a white t-shirt in this form. Ziran alternates between letting his two-foot tail hang out & wag, and wrapping it around his waist, at which time he uses his slightly oversized t-shirt to cover it and protect it from the elements.

His eyes retain the mellow green color from his kitten form, but have returned to round pupils. The Hybrid form’s teeth are fairly normal, though the canines are slightly oversized.

Windigo - In this form he is more or less the same as he was in his last life. He is tall, well toned, and somewhat tan. His hair becomes fiery red and his catlike features completely disappear. A small horn also appears in the center of his forehead.

Personality: Ziran is, to put it bluntly, a very happy person. He’s cheerful, energetic, and optimistic. Kunto is always happy to meet new people and see new things in the world, and even happier to make new friends.

He sees the good side of everything. If there’s no silver lining, he’ll make one. He loves to be silly and tries very hard to lighten the mood, sometimes at the expense of his dignity. Ziran knows when to keep his chatterbox shut, though.

He enjoys his predicament, with his only real beef being his Hybrid form‘s childish appearance. Still, he can’t help but give in to his feline side. One can usually find him basking in the sun or playing with a ball of yarn, and they’ll find that making him do almost anything is as simple as scratching him behind his ears.

Nonetheless, he’s sure to keep himself from taking his cat side too far. Ziran’s able to restrain himself from killing mice and birds, though he’ll still playfully pounce on them (And friends). He also hates water, though he tolerates it long enough to take baths and such.

Kunto is a very trusting person. He’d trust his life to a person he’d met only minutes earlier. This, combined with his childish naivety, means that he’s quick to make friends, and usually doesn’t realize when he’s made an enemy.

Just like his last life, Ziran has an Irish accent. He only really has the accent when in Windigo form, however.

Weapon(s): None.

Armor: None.

~Abilities~

~Hybrid and Windigo forms only~

Flight - Ziran uses his power over the wind to fly. When using it in his Hybrid form, using any other wind powers will cause him to lose focus and fall. He can fly faster and longer in Windigo form.

Tornad-Ow!/Tornado Strike - Ziran can accentuate his punches and kicks with miniature tornados, making his attacks more powerful. This ability produces stronger results while in Windigo form.

Sacrifice - The only ability that works equally in both forms. Ziran can heal other people’s injuries, but has to take said injuries upon himself in order to do so.

Whoosh! - Ziran creates a horizontal tornado, which he promptly uses to blow his opponent(s) back. He generally uses this when he wants to keep his distance. In Windigo form the winds blow a lot harder.

~Hybrid form only~

Scritch - Ziran’s nails turn into short claws. He can use them to scratch opponents or to cling to surfaces that he wouldn’t normally be able to hold onto.

Duh! - Ziran manipulates the wind and tilts himself to insure that he always lands on his feet after falling/being thrown.

~Windigo form only~

Cyclone - Kunto creates several small tornadoes and sends them at his opponent, the tornadoes growing larger and larger over time.

Hurricane - As the name suggests, Ziran summons a mild hurricane. The damage inflicted on his opponent(s) has less to do with the wind itself but rather, the debris that the wind picks up and hurls at them.

Wind Shield - Ziran creates a minor, nigh invisible tornado around himself. This tornado deflects light projectiles and weak magical attacks, as well as lessening the power of physical attacks. It only lasts for a short while, however, and it cannot protect him from more powerful attacks.

Strengths: Again, his strengths vary depending on which form he’s in.

Kitten - None, to tell the truth. But who in their right mind would harm a defenseless little kitten?

Hybrid - Ziran’s strength, agility, and durability are far greater than the average human’s. He also, obviously, as catlike reflexes. Said reflexes, coupled with his wind abilities and small size makes him a hard target.

He is incredibly flexible as well, able to bend at unnatural angles in order to surprise his opponent(s), usually via contorting at an odd angle and kicking them. This also allows him to fit into small areas if he wishes to hide.

Lastly, his senses are at a level greater than a human’s. His hearing allows him to pick up whispers all the way across the room, and his smell lets him pick up the faintest scents. His senses of pleasure and pain are also greater than a human’s.

Windigo - His physical abilities are even greater while in Windigo form, as well as his wind abilities. His destructive power is unparalleled in wide open spaces. Ziran can also regenerate, albeit slowly, while in Windigo form.

Weaknesses: You know the drill.

Kitten - Obvious. He’s a defenseless little kitten.

Hybrid - Ziran can’t help but give in to his baser catlike instincts, which often gets him in trouble. His sheer naivety is yet another problem that usually gets him in trouble. Kunto can’t help but see the good side in everything, which occasionally means that he’s unable to see the bad side.

Despite the many advantages that his heightened senses give him, they give him just as many weaknesses. Terrible odors, loud noises, and bright lights can easily cause him to lose focus. His ears are also incredibly sensitive which, coupled with his heightened senses of pleasure and pain, means that one could have almost complete authority over him via scratching behind his ears or yanking on them.

Windigo - Ziran can only remain in his Windigo form for twenty minutes at a time, after which he has to wait another twenty minutes before changing back. Remaining in Windigo form for more than twenty minutes can have severe effects on his body.

Shared Weaknesses - In all forms, Ziran’s trusting nature and overall naivety can get him in trouble. The same goes for his feline urges. He also has to wait twenty minutes between transformations in order to avoid screwing up his genetic structure.

History: (Note: The first part of his history is directly copied from the original Ziran, hence the sudden change in style and writing ability. The part copied from the original profile is in italics, while the rest was added on afterwards.)

Ziran was born into the wind tribe of the foreign continent. From a young age, he learned the art of the magical wind ninja. He trained for years, learning several techniques. At the age of 180, he received the privilege of becoming his generations Windigo. The Windigo was the wind spirit that would promise to protect his/her village from anything.

Nine years later Ziran had mastered the Windigo transformation. He went to the mountains to continue training. He returned to his village a week later, only to find that they had left. He walked through the town trying to find anybody he could. He was unable to find anything but a note. The note said "We hearby claim this town as a base of operations for the war against the army of demons that is ravaging our homeland. The inhabitants have been taken as slaves, and will work in our farms. If you are reading this, and you are the highest ranking officer in the vicinity,"

Ziran didn't read any more. He knew that it was going to be instructions on what building would become what. He went to the training center for youth in his village. He took his old sensei's weapon, as well as stuffing a large bag with food, and hiding throwing weapons everywhere he could in his clothing.

He left to go to the main continent, the center of everything in the world. He knew that the base of operations for the ruler of this continent's army was on the main continent. Despite the fact that he was leaving for somber reasons, Ziran continued his happy go lucky attitude.

He made what little money he could by accepting odd jobs and serving as a bounty hunter. He rarely killed his bounties, due to the fact that it's against his nature to kill someone weaker than him and he gets paid more if the bounty is alive.

~

(The following is Ziran’s death from The Medallion’s Curse. As such, it will also be in italics. To read his death in context, read that RP.)

The primates had fallen into a one-room tomb. Ziran marveled at the complex designs on the walls.

Rather than painted walls, the walls seemed to be made of individually painted bricks. A thick layer of dust covered the brightly colored walls.

The windigo didn’t have long to admire the beauty of the walls however, as his nightmare was quickly upon him. The large monkey roared as though it were a demon and slammed Ziran into one of the brightly colored walls.

The force of the blow caused the wall to shake. The windigo sighed with relief when it didn’t crumble onto himself and the nightmare.

“Phew, thank the wind.” Ziran thought out loud. Unfortunately for him, his nightmare had different plans. The large primate charged towards the windigo, grabbing him and pinning him to the wall.

The nightmare brought its fist towards Ziran’s face. The windigo quickly moved his head aside to avoid the blow, bad move.

The nightmare’s fist against the wall was just the right amount of force needed to bring the wall from shaking to crumbling. Ziran’s last sight before losing consciousness was the brightly colored bricks falling onto him.

Surprisingly, the windigo’s last thought was “Hey, I was right. The bricks are individually colored.”

~

(There we go. Now the original bit begins. )

Light. Was there supposed to be light? He didn’t know. Was he in Heaven? Hell? Was he on a sunny beach, or a dry desert? Dead or alive? His eyes started to focus, and he rolled onto his side with a pained, “Mew”.

Wait a minute… Did he just make a cat noise? No, it was too light to be a fully grown cat’s. A kitten’s? Why did he…

“Hmm?” he thought, flopping onto his belly. “I don’t feel any clothes, but I don’t feel cold. My fingers feel short…”

His vision started to focus, and he tried to scream. What his attempt yielded, however, was a long and drawn out meow. His hand was gone, replaced by a kitten’s paw.

It took Ziran several days to get used to being a kitten. He didn’t know how, or why, but he was happy. He was alive and cute. Things only got better when he figured out how to shift into two other forms, one of which was nigh-identical to his original form.

He decided to wander about, seeing new sights and meeting new people. If there was one thing he’d learned from dying, it was that anybody could die at any time. He gave up bounty hunting and chose to be a carefree wanderer, begging for money when he needed it.

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Name: Gorin Kaja (He uses the last name Kaja to spite Dante)
Age: His current body is less than a year old, but his mind is about twenty.
Race: Imperfect God of Wrath
Gender: Male

Height: 6ft in normal and finesse forms, 7ft in brute form.
Weight: 175lbs in normal and finesse forms, 390 in brute form.

Weapons: Similar to his counterpart Dante, Gorin can generate weapons out of thin air. His preferred weapons are large and powerful ones, such as axes and machetes.

Armor: He thinks that immortality is the only armor he’ll ever need.

~Appearance~

Gorin’s appearance varies depending on which form he is currently in, so they’ll each be listed off here.

- Normal Form: Gorin’s black hair is short, spiked lightly along the crown of his head, and has crimson highlights. Circling his sea-blue eyes are various crimson tattoos, the majority of which are the same design as the runic symbols used during the ritual to place him in his new body.

Those same tattoos can be found at seemingly random areas of his body, including a rather large eye tattoo on the back of his hand and red upside-down triangles just below his ears. These tattoos glow when he’s preparing to use an ability he copied via Mindscan.

The last notable physical feature of Gorin's are his sharklike teeth.

Gorin’s wardrobe varies depending on whether he knows there’s going to be a fight or not. If he isn’t expecting a fight, he wears a red dress shirt and black jacket with matching pants and shoes. If he’s expecting a fight, he’ll wear tight fitting leather pants and no shirt.

- Finesse Form: For the most part Gorin looks the same, with the only exceptions being completely black eyes and white hair.

- Brute Form: This form is drastically different from either of the God of Wrath’s other forms. The first thing one would notice is the great increase in size. This size increase isn’t an even one, however. His torso and head remain the same size, but his arms and legs stretch out to incredible lengths and gain considerable muscle mass.

In this form his skin turns red, and his tattoos black. His hair turns pure black, and his muscled arms and legs grow claws.

~Personality~

Gorin is very confrontational, but is smart enough to know when to shut up. He’ll loudly announce his presence if he feels that he’s being ignored which, coupled with his loose cannon demeanor, is one of the main reasons that he’s nigh-friendless.

He doesn’t bother to socialize with those that he feels are below him, going as far as ignoring such things as rape and murder if the ones involved are ‘mudstains’. As mentioned, ‘mudstain’ is a term Gorin uses for people he doesn’t respect.

Gorin does almost everything on impulse. He lives for the moment, and doesn’t give a hoot about tomorrow. This philosophy has lead to some of his more unsavory acts, such as rape and mutilation. He doesn’t see those acts as wrong, as he feels that his godhood entitles him to do whatever he pleases.

Obviously, he cares little about others. In his eyes there’s only one thing in the world that matters: Gorin Kaja. Everybody else is disposable. If you don’t serve a purpose for him, he doesn’t care about you. If you do serve a purpose for him, you’re replaceable. Exceptions to this are very, very rare.

If Gorin’s tired or has a lot on his mind, he’ll behave in a more quiet and withdrawn manner. He rarely shows this side of himself, so one should be thankful if he’s like this. Other times he is, as stated earlier, a loudmouthed, sadistic S-O-B with an oversized ego.

Underneath all of this however, is a cold and methodical thinker. He prefers to think things over before doing anything that he feels could adversely affect him in the long run. Sadly, there aren’t many things that he actually thinks could affect him for very long, thus why he so willingly and carelessly does the things he does.

~Transformations~

(This section is separated from the abilities section because his abilities depend on which form he’s in)

Finesse Form - Gorin’s finesse form is used when accuracy and long ranged attacks are required. His speed, accuracy, and magical abilities are all vastly increased. At the same time, his strength and durability are decreased.

Brute Form - The brute form is used for pure power. He becomes nigh-incapable of magical attacks, but his strength and durability are drastically raised. Unfortunately, his speed takes a turn for the worse when in this form.

~Abilities~

Dark Eye - An ability that’s virtually useless to Gorin, Dark Eye allows him to telepathically contact people he’s been in prolonged contact with. Due to the relative newness of his body however, the only person he can use Dark Eye with is Dante.

Mindscan - The only ability carried over from the original Gorin, it is arguably the most powerful ability in his arsenal. It allows him to read his opponent’s recent thoughts, as well as see seemingly random tidbits of their past. (Usually recent events that have had profound effects on whoever Gorin is using the Mindscan on)

To make this ability all the more useful, it allows him to temporarily use an ability of his opponent’s. Aside from being a slightly watered down version of the copied ability, it’s almost identical to the original. Fortunately for his opponents, Gorin can only use this ability three times a day.

This ability can only be used when he’s in his normal form.

Jerogniew’s Spear - An ability only accessible while in his finesse form. After activating the ability, three red spears appear and float above his head. Aside from menacingly pointing at his opponents, they don’t do anything until he gives the mental command to either stab his opponents or block their attacks.

The spears disappear after striking any target, but can be replenished as many times as needed.

Gniew’s Rain - Just as Jerogniew’s Spear can only be used while in finesse form, Gorin can only use Gniew’s Rain while in his brute form. Gorin generates several dozen spheres of raw power and launches them into the air. Said red spheres then rain upon the ground, causing massive damage to anything that is hit.

This ability, due to its power, requires Gorin to wait several minutes between uses.

Ashoka - Ashoka is his only mind-effecting ability, but a powerful one nonetheless. It’s affects aren’t noticeable at first, becoming apparent later on. Ashoka lowers his opponent’s inhibitions, making them reckless and impulsive until the effects wear off.

Ashoka cannot be used while Gorin is in his brute form, and the effects are stronger if he uses it while in finesse form.

Asher’s Hunt - One of Gorin’s Asher abilities. This one creates a semi-sentient, acidic blob. The blob can meld into its surroundings for stealth purposes, and relentlessly hunts its target. Asher’s speed and how quickly it burns through things depends on its target’s most recent actions. The more sins the target has recently committed, the deadlier Asher is.

Asher’s Bane - The other, optional part of Asher’s Hunt. This is primarily used if Asher is unable to catch its target. Asher’s Bane is a mental message that Gorin sends to Asher, causing the blob to explode and send its acidic substance in all directions.

Gorin can only use the Asher abilities while in his finesse form.

Aziz’ Shield - Aziz’ Shield is Gorin’s only defensive ability, and he can only use it while in his brute form. Aziz’ Shield creates a thin layer of pure energy along Gorin’s person. This barrier protects him from physical and magical damage, but wears off over time. He can only use this ability once every ten minutes, fortunately.

~Strengths~

Gorin’s sheer power is massive. In his normal form he’s far stronger than the average human, and this strength is pushed even further while in his brute form. He is also far faster than the average human, and his finesse form makes him even faster. Of course, he’s also far more durable than a human, being able to shrug off blows that would break a human's bones.

His Mindscan ability is and incredible asset as well. He can turn a losing battle around if he uses it at just the right time. It can be used to devastating effect when combined with Ashoka, and give him an edge over his opponent(s).

His immortality is yet another strength, as it allows him to throw out his inhibitions. He can do anything he wants without fear of being killed. At the most, he can be horribly incapacitated. He heals much more quickly than most beings though, so it’ll only take him a day or so to fully heal from debilitating wounds. (Dismemberment, burns, broken bones, etc.)

Because of his affiliation with destruction, fire and darkness do little damage to him.

~Weaknesses~

Gorin’s brute and finesse forms are incredibly unbalanced. His brute form can be easily overcome by a competent magic user, and his finesse form isn’t much of a physical fighter. This makes it incredibly hard for him to fight multiple opponents at once.

Another weakness is his personality itself. He overestimates himself and underestimates his enemies. (Which he has a lot of, due to his “I’m better than you” outlook)

Of course, there’s also the classics. Being a dark god means that Gorin is weak against holy/light magic and weapons. Initially, he was unable to stand direct sunlight for more than a few hours. As time has gone by however, he's adapted to sunlight and lost this weakness.

~History~

Gorin was originally nothing more than the original Gorin’s mind. As such, he was the one in control during the majority of the original Gorin’s life, including his disease-driven fight to the death with the Heavenflame Samurai, Tokumaru.

Of course, as is usually the case when it comes to death, it wasn’t the end. Due to various circumstances, Gorin’s mind, body, and soul split off into separate beings. His body became the mindless creature Chovex, his soul the echo Dante, and his mind became a creature that lived within Dante for some time.

This creature referred to itself as White Light for unknown reasons. At first it claimed to be nothing more than Dante’s (Who referred to himself as Gorin at the time) original bloodlust. Over time however, White Light’s ambitions grew, as did his power. Eventually he started to refer to himself as Gorin, and was able to possess Dante for short periods of time.

He wanted to be more than a thorn in Dante’s side, however. Thus he formulated a plan. With a body of the same bloodline as the original Gorin he’d not only be able to get himself a body of his own, but he’d also be able to reclaim the title of “God of Wrath”.

During one possession of Dante he set his plan into motion. He contacted Cyan, a succubi leader, and gained the leadership of a cult of succubi. He had the succubi capture The Dark Child, the original Gorin’s only living son, and rape him in order to impregnate one of their own and produce a new body for Gorin.

The succubi were, needless to say, successful in this endeavor, thus leading to the events of, “A Dark God Reborn”. Gorin got his new body, but the gap left from WL’s leaving allowed Dante to merge with Echo Side, becoming far more powerful than the reinstated god. Kaja was easily defeated by his counterpart, and was given injuries that took several days to heal.

As soon as the injuries healed, he set out to wreak havoc. Akin to the original Gorin, this Gorin wasn’t going to let one loss ruin his lust for destruction…

~Battles/Rps~

Note: These do not include RP's in which he appeared as White Light, or the original Gorin.

A Dark God Reborn - The RP in which Gorin made his return. It pretty much sums up Gorin’s existence, thus the reason for the slightly short bio. *Complete*

Is the Enemy of my Enemy my Friend? - Gorin's search for allies causes him to seek out The Infector. *In Progress*

How to Deal With Annoyances - Gorin revisits the forest where he grew up, and finds a very unwelcome visitor. *Dropped*

The Last Strand of Glory - Though the RP focuses on Dante and Zorlo, there is a subplot based on Gorin's path of destruction. *Complete*

Light in Darkness, Darkness in Light - Focused on TDC and Kawaii, TDC's part of the plot involves searching for Gorin, who is trying to cope with the loss of Dante. *In Progress*

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Name: Havok/Aaron King. (Havok is his favorite alias, while Aaron King is a fake civilian name he uses)
Aliases: The East Orndoff Killer, The Stickman, The West Tybalt Murderer, The Southwest Mempa Assaultist. All of these are aliases used by various police forces, none of which even know his assumed identity.

Age: Twenty-eight.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.

Height: 5’10”.
Weight: 205lbs.

Themesong: Falling Apart. (Note: Havok’s appearance is based off of the appearance of the wrestler the video is focused on, for those that want a great visual of what Aaron looks like.)

~Weapons/Armor~

An indestructible shinai, also referred to as a kendo stick or Singapore cane, serves as his main weapon. Aaron took the shinai from a retired samurai, and quickly found it to be nigh unbreakable, much to his enjoyment.

He loves the weapon due to its ability to inflict pain without killing a foe too easily. Damage via smacks with this weapon, depending on how hard he hits, can range from welts to cracked bones. This makes it perfect for causing pain, but difficult to kill a foe with if he needs to.

For the most part Aaron doesn’t wear armor. He will, however, wear a bulletproof white Mardi Gras bird mask as a part of some of his various serial killer wardrobes for the fear value.

~Skills/Abilities~

Passive Pain - If somebody within twenty meters of Havok is in physical pain for any reason, he can pick up on the signals their nerve cells are sending their brain and somehow grow more powerful as a result, though he himself doesn’t know how. His strength, speed, senses, and rate of healing increase for a few hours as a result. The more pain the person is in, the more powerful he becomes.

Focused Pain - Similar to his Passive Pain ability, but the overall increase in strength, speed, senses, and healing rate is much greater, though it requires him to focus on whoever is in pain for some time.

Marked Pain - If Havok injures somebody, the pain they feel from their injury is marked. If somebody’s pain is marked, Aaron is able to tell their exact location without relying on any of his senses, thus allowing him to track a target until the marked pain subsides.

~Strengths~
His ability to grow more powerful from pain is only as limited as the amount of pain those around him can feel. This means that, in most cases, there is no maximum amount of power he can gain from the pain of others. Havok is a major threat in the presence of large crowds, or near places like hospitals and prisons because of the amount of passive pain he can absorb.

Aaron is also in great physical shape and is very intelligent, making him a threat whether he’s absorbed pain or not. He’s also an ingenious trap setter and a master of manipulation and intimidation, and he is incredibly skilled at fighting with his kendo stick, allowing him to hold his own in swordfights with master samurai, fencers, ninjas, and the like.

Havok is well acquainted with the human anatomy. He knows the locations of major nerves, soft spots, pressure points, and essential weak points in the human body. He uses this knowledge to his advantage in order to inflict the maximum amount of pain possible on his victims.

Lastly, he takes pleasure in his own pain, though he doesn’t gain any power boosts or get quite the drug like high that he gets from causing others pain. This adds on to the intimidation effect, as he’s able to ignore injuries that would normally leave a man howling in agony.

~Weaknesses~

Despite being in great shape, Aaron’s initial strength is still only human. Superhuman characters could easily defeat him in a fight if he hasn’t had the time to absorb enough pain to grow to their level of strength. The same applies to his senses, healing rate, and speed.

His reliance on his kendo stick and brute force is another weakness. While his kendo stick and brutal hand to hand methods are perfect for inflicting pain, they are largely ineffective when he needs to kill an opponent in a hurry. While he does know various means of cutting off the air supply to an opponent’s lungs, and a few ways to snap their necks, these methods take far too long to use effectively in most combat situations.

~Personality~

Aaron harms people because it gives him a slight-drug like high, which he thoroughly enjoys. Professional police psychologists believe that Havok enjoys the pain of others because it allows him to forget his own emotional pain, though he completely disagrees with that hypothesis. No matter what the reason for his behavior is, he sees nothing wrong with it.

His civilian personae is kind, gentle, calm, and very shy. When in his civilian personae, Aaron seems to actually be sane. Of course, this is merely a mask to hide his true personality, which comes to the surface when his civilian personae is repeatedly harassed and/or he’s wearing one of his killer outfits.

Havok’s true personality is wild, bloodthirsty, and slightly childish. He can’t understand why the police are always after him, since he sees his deeds as mere fun.. Nonetheless, he is an intelligent killer, and it has been theorized by police officials that he is truly a cold and analytical killer, and that his wild demeanor is simply a means of instilling fear in his victims.

Though he doesn’t feel any remorse for his slayings, he doesn’t like killing on purpose. More often than not, he’s merely assaulting or torturing somebody for their pain, and simply gets carried away. He takes great pride in any surviving victim, and at times will go out of his way to help survivors with other deeds and/or tasks.

He isn’t incapable of having positive relationships with others, however. He has an obvious crush on fellow pain-eater Roxxi, whom he affectionately refers to as “Rox”, and he’s good friends with Zeke and Marr, two more pain-eaters.

Also, Havok has a tendency to invent words that make sense only to himself. At times he confuses both himself and those around him by using one of his invented words, and then either forgetting what it means or claiming that he never used it.

~Appearance~

Aaron’s light blue eyes, shoulder-length blonde hair, and handsome features give him a much kinder and good looking appearance than one would expect from a serial killer. The same features can work towards the intimidation effect when he is in the mood for a slaying, however. When feeling in the mood for slaying, his eyes gain a manic twinkle and his perfect teeth are displayed in a bloodthirsty grin that visibly stretches his lips.

Adding onto both his handsome civilian appearance and intimidating serial killer presence is the great shape his body is in. His muscles, while not overly large, are a testament to how much exercise he gets on a regular basis, usually due to the physical nature of his crimes.

Finally, Aaron has several completely different attires depending on the occasion. His civilian attire usually consists of jeans, simple brown shoes, and a white t-shirt, though he’s been known to wear polo shirts, denim jackets, and/or jean shorts on occasion. He may also wear his hair in a ponytail, or wear a bandana on the top of his head.

His serial killer attire is far less diverse by comparison. He usually wears some kind of face painted design, though the design and colors often vary, and a pair of tight black jeans. As far as tops go, he either wears an unlaced straightjacket, a dark red long-sleeved fishnet shirt, or a black tank top. A black fedora hat and/or the earlier-mentioned bulletproof white Mardi Gras bird mask are worn at times.

~History~

---INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT---

SUBJECT - AARON KING

CHARGES - MURDER, ASSAULT, BREAKING AND ENTERING, KIDNAPPING, ASSAULTING AN OFFICER, EVADING ARREST, PUBLIC INDECENCY, ARSON, PETTY THEFT.

PRESIDING OFFICIALS - SHERRIF ALLAN T. JEFFERSON AND AGENT J. WILHOLM.

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JW: You see that man in the corner there, Mister King? He’ll be typing up a transcript of this whole interrogation.
AK: Fine.
*Suspect leans back in his chair*
ATJ: Sir, do not tip during the interrogation.
*Suspect leans forward and rests his chin on the table with his arms dangling at his sides*
ATJ: Do not rest your head on the table either, sir.
AK: I’ve got to be comfortable.
ATJ: You will be comfortable enough in an upright, seated position.
AK: Fine.
*Suspect sits up*
AK: What do you want to know, Monsieur Fink?
JW: Fink?
AK: Where?
JW: Never mind. Sir, you are aware that you are under suspicion of being the serial killer known as “Havok”, yes?
AK: Yeah.
*Suspect begins to sway from side to side*
ATJ: What’s the matter?
AK: Well, Sister Fink, ma’am, sir, Father Raphael, it seems that I need to relieve myself.
JW: Sir, you were allowed to use the restroom before the interrogation began.
AK: I know, but I didn’t have to go then.
ATJ: You’re not going to be able to until this interrogation is over.
AK: Fine.
*Agent Wilhelm hands the suspect a picture of the suspect urinating on a fire hydrant*
JW: I’m starting with your lesser crimes first. Does this look familiar to you?
AK: Yes.
JW: Is that you in the picture?
AK: Maybe.
JW: Yes or no?
AK: Or.
JW: Excuse me?
AK: Or.
JW: You obviously are not taking this seriously.
*Agent Wilhelm takes the picture back*
AK: Look, you can’t expect me to take this seriously. You have me in here for all sorts of charges, and the only evidence you have is a picture of me pissing in public.
ATJ: We have a victim’s testimony that you assaulted him with a large stick, a signature of Havok.
AK: Where is this victim?
ATJ: He died of internal injuries shortly after he gave us this information.
AK: Yowch. Poor guy. Anyway, a dead man’s testimony won’t stand up in court.
JW: What about the clothing we found in your apartment? The shirt drenched in the victim’s blood?
AK: Not mine.
JW: It was in your apartment, sir.
AK: No it wasn’t.
JW: Yes, it was.
AK: Prove it.
JW: I don’t have to prove it. We found it-
*Suspect interrupts Agent Wilhelm*
AK: In my apartment, in my apartment, in my apartment. Incredible! You found a bloody shirt in the apartment of a man who works as an insurance agent!
JW: Sir, we know you aren’t an insurance agent.
AK: No **** Sherlock. I said I was a dentist.
ATJ: We don’t have time or patience for games, sir.
AK: Really? And here I thought we were playing Monopoly.
ATJ: Sir-
*Suspect once more interrupts*
AK: Do not pass go! Collect not your $200!
JW: Will you shut up!
AK: No.
ATJ: You will cooperate, or we’ll add on to the charges.
AK: You can’t do that!
ATJ: Watch us.
AK: Fine, fine. I murdered him, and the lady down the street, and your mom, and that fat kid, and a whole bunch of people I can’t quite remember, and I had sex with your wife. I also set fire to three different police stations, stole from the mayor of Tybalt, broke into an old man’s house and beat him to death with his own oxygen tank, and pissed on a fire hydrant.
ATJ: Thank you for admitting everything, sir. That makes this whole interrogation much shorter.
AK: Good. So, I go to prison now, hopefully with a large man named Bubba who’ll attempt to make me his butt slave?
JW: Not quite. We need some background information, Mister King. If that is your real name.
AK: Don’t worry, it isn’t.
JW: Then what is your real name?
AK: Hell if I know.
JW: Do you mean to say that you don’t know your own name?
AK: Exactly. Heck, everything about my life is fuzzy until about nine months ago.
JW: Tell us what you know, then.
AK: Alright. I had a wife and a kid, I think, and I think something happened to the kid and my wife left me.
ATJ: So you started killing people?
AK: Not right away. I can’t remember how I went from depressed dude to serial killer.
ATJ: Not in the slightest?
AK: Nope. It feels like I’ve been a killer all my life. I’d be fine with that, because it means I’ve known Rox my whole life.
JW: Rox?
AK: Yeah. And Zeke and Marr.
ATJ: Who are they?
AK: They’re just like me, sort of. They gain strength from the pain of others, but they’re a bit different from me. Especially Rox. She’s got this voodoo witch priestess thing going on. The only time she talks is when she’s muttering a spell.
ATJ: *Directed towards Agent Wilhelm* Split personality, or imaginary voices?
*Suspect grows visibly agitated*
AK: They’re just as real as I am!
JW: Calm down.
AK: No! I won’t have some fink pricks accusing my friends of being imaginary! That’s bull****!
JW: Calm down!
AK: **** you!
ATJ: I’m sure your friends are real, Mister King. Could you tell us where they reside?
AK: I don’t really know where they live. They just show up sometimes.
ATJ: So, for the record, you don’t know where these people live. Do you know their real names? Rox, Zeke, and Marr sound like aliases to me.
AK: First of all, Rox’s name is Roxxie, and I’m the only one who may refer to her as Rox. Secondly, I know them by aliases similar to my Havok.
ATJ: I see. Carry on. Any more background information that would be useful in considering you for psychiatric treatment?
AK: Yes. I like pain.
JW: You what?
AK: I like pain. It makes me feel good.
JW: That is the most-
*Suspect interrupts*
AK: Oops. The boss is coming.
ATJ: The boss? Who is your boss?
AK: You’ll see in five, four, three, fink, two, o

~

“That’s all we could find,” the deputy said. “I think that whoever rescued Havok purposefully destroyed the tapes of the interrogation. This transcript was found in the pocket of the corpse of the officer tasked with writing it.”

“Sweet Lord,” the sheriff remarked, his eyes shifting from the transcript to the demolished police station. It looked like somebody, or something, had destroyed everything on the inside before demolishing the main support beams, thus making the police station crumble in on itself and any survivors. When he’d been called and told that the Hemmerson County police station needed assistance, he didn’t expect anything like this.

The deputy suddenly grabbed the sheriff’s arm with one hand and pointed towards an oncoming figure with the other. :”Sir,” he said. “Somebody’s coming.”

Sheriff Randall turned in the direction that his deputy had pointed, and his dark brown eyes fell upon the strangest looking woman he’d ever seen. She wore a plain dark green skirt and a black crop top shirt. That much was fairly normal looking.

What wasn’t normal was everything else. The dark purple lipstick she wore matched her hair color, as did her eye shadow. Lightly held in one hand was a kendo stick, similar to the weapon Havok was known to use. In her other hand was a very small sack, which Sheriff Randall found himself unconsciously dreading.

“This is a crime scene ma‘am,” the deputy said, slowly placing a hand on his gun. The woman continued towards them, unperturbed. Sheriff Randall grabbed his own gun and suddenly wished that they’d brought more back-up.

“I’m not going to warn you again,” Randall’s deputy continued, starting to walk towards the ominous woman. Not wanting to be left behind for fear that another freak would show up, the sheriff stuffed the transcript into his back pocket and followed his deputy.

The woman, perhaps finally realizing the danger she was putting herself in, stopped in her tracks and waited for the deputy and sheriff to reach her. She slowly lifted the sack up to her mouth and seemed to be muttering something, though neither police officer could hear it. Her emotionless eyes watched the officers come nearer as she finished whatever she’d been muttering.

“Put down the stick ma’am,” Sheriff Randall said, grabbing his deputy and stopping roughly seven feet away from the strange woman. She cocked her head to the right and gave him a curious look before dropping the kendo stick. The deputy pulled his hand away from his gun and started walking towards her once more.

“Please leave the area,” the deputy asked, wondering how this Havok fellow could have fan girls. The woman suddenly held her now-free hand underneath the sack and poured its contents into an open palm. Before either officer could yell, she blew on the dark red substance, somehow turning it into a searing flame that engulfed both men and reduced them to ashes within seconds.

The woman viewed her handiwork for a few moments before a hand clapped down on her shoulder. Slowly, she turned to look at the blonde madman known as, “Havok”.

“Good job Rox,” he congratulated her, smiling at the ash piles.

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~DAM TEST SUBJECT REPORT~

Compiled by - James Cullington, Marcus Smith, Jonas Weary, Amelia Dietlinde, Mikhail Keller, Brandi Philips.

Editor - DAM Second Seat: Vignez.

Name: Mercutio Rosaline.
Age: Undeterminable.
Sex: Subject spends the majority of its time as a male, though it has been shown to take on a female form from time to time.

Affiliations: Onmyoji Onmyodo, “Demrofnu Industries” (And its subsidiaries, including “Paparazzi Productions” and “Murder, Inc”), various deities and other supernatural beings.

Race: Claims to be human, though tests have shown it to be an incarnation of The Unformed.

Unformed in detail: Before existence there was an infinite void. When existence began, this void was condensed into an extra dimensional being known as The Unformed. Incarnations of The Unformed, extensions of the void, walk the worlds at all times. There are always three incarnations of The Unformed walking the worlds, each representing something. What each incarnation represents has been widely debated, with the two top possibilities being: Power, Wisdom, and Courage, or Creation, Preservation, and Destruction.

We now know who all of the Unformed’s incarnations are. Besides the subject, the other two are *Edited for explicit material*

Editor’s Note: Incarnations of The Unformed lack souls, and require them in order to avoid being completely devoted to the purpose for which they exist. In Mercutio’s case, his current soul is Dante Kaja, a powerful echo and former soul of the God of Wrath, Gorin.

Height: 5’10” when male, 5’7” when female.
Weight: 175lbs when male, 140lbs when female.

Weapons: The subject uses a substance called “Tainted Element” to create weapons out of thin air. These weapons are typically blades, and are exactly the same as the average weapons, with no special properties whatsoever.

Armor: The subject uses no armor.

~~Appearance~~

The subject’s appearance varies depending on which percentage it is at. We haven’t been able to record what it looks like at percentages higher than 27%, as it hasn’t shown us a percentage higher than that, but here is what we do have.

~5%~

Hair - The subject’s hair is blonde, and short both in the back and on the sides. The front, however, reaches slightly past the subject’s eyebrows, and is split into two sections that resemble a cross between antennae and bunny ears. Halfway down the bangs they abruptly change from blonde to blue. There doesn’t seem to be a purpose for this.

Eyes - Subject’s eyes are a dark, mossy color. They shift into a purple color when the subject uses “Tainted Element”, and a slate gray color when it uses its other abilities.

Facial Features - The subject’s face, according to one operative, “Typically appears calm, kind, and content.” The subject spends much of its time with a small smile on its face. The smile can convey a different point depending on what the subject wishes to convey. It can be kind, menacing, loving, condescending, confusion, whatever kind of impression the subject wishes to make.

Physical Frame - The subject is thin and well-toned. While the subject appears frail and weak when covered in clothing, any situation in which the subject’s frame is exposed has shown the subject to be in very good physical shape. The subject’s entire body is slightly pale, without the slightest hint of tan lines.

Attire - Subject’s typical attire is a simple, tight-fitting priest suit. Though the subject is not of the clergy, it continues to wear the suit, simply because it believes that it looks good while wearing the suit. The subject has been known to change its attire to fit whatever it feels like wearing at the time, with the only consistent piece of attire being a pair of wire-frame glasses.

~15%~

Differences - The subject’s skin darkens considerably, now resembling a light tan. Its eyes also become a mix of purple and slate gray.

~27%~

Differences - The subject’s skin turns into a darkish-reddish color, and the whites of its eyes become black.

~Female~

While in female form, Mercutio uses her surname, Rosaline, as her first name, and Mercutio as her surname. Rosaline has long hair, reaching her mid-back. Her bangs are blue, and the rest is blonde, similarly to her male form. Her eyes and skin color are also the same as her male form, as well as her glasses.

Rosaline is typically seen wearing a blue tank top and black jeans, though she does have an array of dresses that she wears from time to time. Unlike her male form, Rosaline isn’t overtly thin or well toned. While she is by no means fat, she isn’t supermodel-thin either.

~~Abilities~~

The subject’s abilities vary depending on which form it’s in. So far, it has been observed at 5%, 15%, and 27% Unformed stages. The percentages relate to the subject’s anatomy. 5% means that the subject’s anatomy is 95% human, 15% means it is 85% human, and so on. The subject admits that it only reaches higher percentages while under extreme emotional stress.

Note - Subject is able to use abilities from its lesser forms while in higher forms unless directly stated otherwise.

Editor’s Note: While in forms 30% or higher, Mercutio has been shown as being able to create natural disasters and, via physical contact, determine what a baby’s destiny will be. These are abilities used to fulfill Rosaline’s role as “The Destroyer”.

~5%~

Shape Shifting - The subject is able to morph its appearance to match any living creature it has made physical contact with. Powers are not replicated, however. The subject can also use this ability to change its attire at will.

Teleportation - The subject is able to instantaneously teleport itself and any living thing it’s touching over a distance of approximately half a mile. This ability seems to require a recharge time of sorts, as the subject typically waits three minutes after a teleportation to teleport again.

Limited Psychic Abilities - The subject is able to speak to others telepathically, from any distance, as long as the subject knows the name of the person it’s trying to speak to. It can also move inanimate objects less than five pounds in weight with its mind.

Pocket Universe - The subject appears to have a small pocket universe, also referred to at times as “hammerspace”, that literally exists within his pocket. This is used to store a massive amount of inanimate objects. These objects range from various candies and snacks to useless items such as musical instruments and, in one field test, a magnifying glass. The subject’s pocket realm exists in whatever pair of pants the subject is wearing, rather than being limited to its usual attire.

Realm Walking - Subject is able to teleport from one dimension to another at will. If it leaves one dimension and then returns, it will appear at the exact place it was before it jumped to another dimension. Interestingly, while standing still the subject is able to send individual body parts across dimensions, though it has admitted that doing so is highly impractical and useless.

Element Assimilation - The subject is able to use “Tainted Element” to absorb elements from its surroundings. It can then use these elements in battle as projectile blasts, or infuse its weapons with them.

Tainted Strike - Subject can infuse its own arm with Tainted Element. Anybody can tell that the subject is using this ability because a light purple mist surrounds the subject’s arm. The subject then touches a body part, causing different affects depending on what part is touched. After several tests, these are the results that have been seen.

~ Head -- A living thing touched in the head by the Tainted Strike loses 70% of its vision. The victim’s vision will steadily return over the next few minutes.

~ Arm -- Any arm touched by the Tainted Strike is subject to uncontrollable tremors and spasms for anywhere from five to ten minutes afterwards. The amount of time depends on the will of the one touched, with the lowest time ever recorded being four minutes and thirty six seconds.

~ Leg -- Any leg touched by the Tainted Strike will seize up at random times, often when the victim least expects it. The effects wear off anywhere from five to ten minutes afterward, and the recovery time is subject to the victim’s will, similar to the arm.

~ Torso -- A victim touched in the torso will be affected differently depending on which organ the touch is closest to. The least dangerous is a touch near the lungs, which forces all the air out of said organ. A touch near the heart causes it to slow down, limiting the blood pumped to the rest of the body and making the victim struggle to operate at its usual level. A touch near the intestines causes unrest in said organs, ranging from cramps and aches to outright diarrhea. Heart and intestine touches wear off after several minutes, akin to the arm and leg.

Thankfully, the obvious purple mist is a clear warning to the usage of a Tainted Strike, making it somewhat easily avoidable unless the subject is able to trick its victim.


~15%~

Barrier - The subject is able to make a spherical barrier of medium strength around other people in order to protect them from weak projectile attacks. Subject has never used this ability on itself, and frequently claims that the barrier is contradictory to the subject’s nature. This causes some researchers to lean towards the, “Creation, Preservation,. Destruction” theory.

Mini Portal - Subject can generate small, dark portals up to two feet in diameter. These portals are used to absorb projectiles, at which point another portal opens nearby to re-launch the projectile in whatever direction the subject deems fit. These portals are limited to transporting projectiles smaller than the portals themselves.

Note - Recent studies have shown that the subject is able to send its own limbs and projectiles through the mini portals.

Increased Teleportation - The subject is now able to teleport itself and any living thing it’s touching anywhere across the distance of a mile, and can teleport once every minute.

Enhanced Psychic Abilities - The subject’s psychic abilities are mostly the same, except it can now move inanimate objects up to five hundred pounds.

Matter Walking - The subject can walk through solid matter if it is able to concentrate. Loud noises, bright flashes, or having something on its mind make it unable to use this ability. When it is able to walk though solid matter, the subject can only stay in an ethereal state for roughly thirty seconds, and cannot walk through solid matter again for five minutes.

Discus - Subject’s most powerful offensive ability at this point. It can create a swirling gray disc slightly smaller than its mini-portals to throw at whatever it wishes. The disc automatically burns through most inanimate objects, and causes mild to severe burns on living flesh. This discus doesn’t dissipate unless the subject wills it, and will continue to fly in whatever direction the subject fired it until the subject makes it dissipate. Subject can fire one discus every minute.

~27%~

Note - Because the subject’s abilities are leaning more towards its Unformed abilities than its Tainted Element abilities, it loses all of its Tainted Element abilities, including weapon formation and element assimilation, at this point. It also loses its barrier ability.

Massively Increased Teleportation - Subject is now capable of teleporting itself and any living thing it’s touching up to a distance of five miles, as long as the subject has seen the area it is teleporting to before. The subject can also teleport once every thirty seconds now.

Greatly Enhanced Psychic Abilities - The subject is now capable of moving inanimate objects up to two tons in weight with its mind. Subject is also able to force suggestions into the thoughts of others, which the victims interpret as their own thoughts. These suggestions are usually along the lines of, “I should turn left here” or “I really have to use the bathroom”. While weaker minded individuals follow these suggestions, stronger minded individuals would see them more as random, intrusive thoughts that are nothing more than distractions.

Discus 2.0 - Subject can now fire up to three discus per minute, and can control their flight path with its mind. The subject can control up to six discuses, but is unable to use any of its other abilities if four or more discuses are being controlled.

Discus 3.0 - If four or more discuses are being controlled, the subject can combine them into a massive discus six feet in diameter. The subject can either control this discus as it would a normal discus, or it can make this discus explode. In the case of an explosion, hundreds of blasts of gray energy are launched akin to a shrapnel bomb, causing extensive damage to both the surroundings and all those present.

Extension of an Extension - Subject is able to create a much weaker clone of itself. This clone acts as a human shield, and after receiving a lethal wound it will be absorbed back into the subject.

Extension’s Revenge - After absorbing its clone the subject is able to reflect all of the physical pain the clone felt back onto whoever caused it. This is signaled by a simple snap of the subject’s fingers, and is completely unavoidable. No damage is done, but the pain is an obvious distraction.

~Personality~

Editor’s Note - Due to repetition of “Subject” “The Subject” and “It”, I have given the researchers permission to call the subject by his name for the rest of this report, as well as permission to refer to him as a male.

His cheerful smile and calm, sometimes comically aloof and somewhat clumsy disposition hide his true cold, manipulative thoughts. Mercutio is very intelligent, and is usually in control of any situation he is placed into. Through all of our dealings with the Unformed incarnate, he has never once lost his cool, no matter what situation he’s confronted with.

Mercutio Rosaline is friendly towards anybody he knows, and displays an unwavering politeness and cordiality around everybody, including known enemies. He uses, “Please”, “Thank you”, and various compliments when dealing with both friends and foes. While this may make it seem as though he doesn’t know the difference between allies and enemies, it has been noted that his ever-constant smile shrinks slightly when in the presence of people he dislikes, possibly a sign that he does indeed know who his enemies are.

The Unformed incarnate is firmly against needless fighting, finding it boring and uncivilized. This has been proven in several monitored situations. He seems to be borderline pacifistic, as he usually uses his wits and teleportation skills to disorientate and confuse attackers rather than fighting back in most hostile situations. Some researchers believe that the subject really just uses this strategy to avoid fights due to its neutral state being physically as strong as a human, though other researchers disagree and cite his other abilities as being adequate self-defense.

When it comes to relationships with those around him, he is quick to make friends and seems uninterested in romantic relationships. The subject enjoys spending time with his friends, and will do almost anything for them, including fighting and intentionally jeopardizing his own wellbeing. The reason for his disinterest in romantic relationships lead some researchers to believe he is actually asexual, though some other researchers believe his reluctance to be the result of a failed romantic venture earlier in his life.

Other miscellaneous personality traits: Mercutio has a massive sweet tooth and often consumes various confections previously stored in his pocket universe. The subject is right handed. Mercutio dislikes vegetables and fruits, save for apples, grapes, and cherries. Mercutio refers to *Edited for obscene content* and *Edited for obscene content* as his brothers. Though uninterested in a relationship, the subject seems able to enjoy sex, and has no sexual preference. The subject enjoys learning new things and meeting new people.

Editor’s Note: While Mercutio carries Dante Kaja’s memories, his personality is in no way affected by Dante, and the echo has no influence on Rosaline’s actions. Also, incarnations of The Unformed depend on their souls for storing many new memories, causing them to lose up to 80% of their memories after switching souls, hence Rosaline‘s reluctance to form a romantic relationship for fear of forgetting her/him.

~~Strengths~~

~General Strengths~

Mercutio is incredibly intelligent, and a master manipulator. These qualities allow him to avoid fights in most cases, and keep fights short whenever they arise. Another quality that helps him is his level-headedness. The subject never loses his cool, and is able to stay focused on whatever goal he is going for, greatly raising his chances of succeeding at anything he does.

Rosaline is also able to plan ahead very well. Everything he does serves a purpose in the long run, even if the effects of his actions aren’t immediately foreseeable. Not a single moment is wasted, a trait that the subject brings into battle as well.

Mercutio keeps his cards close to his chest, so to speak. He only lets people know as much as he feels they should know, whether they are a friend or foe. This allows him to consistently surprise foes in battle and keep his allies from knowing any unsavory information.

With the exception of his 27% state, he is virtually immune to most elemental attacks. Single elements from one source can be easily absorbed and reused, though multiple elements or elements from multiple sources can harm him before he’s able to absorb them.

Finally, Rosaline is adept at keeping his true intentions a secret. His calm, occasionally aloof and clumsy demeanor hides his thoughts well, keeping foes on their toes.

~15% Unformed Strengths~

At 15% the subject’s physical abilities are increased greatly. He gains the strength of a dozen men, a great deal of speed, and becomes durable enough to take blows that would shatter the bones of the ordinary human. Mercutio can also regenerate from moderate wounds, given enough time.

~27% Unformed Strengths~

The subject’s physical abilities are further increased, gaining the strength of twenty men, greater speed, and enough durability to emerge unscathed from crumbling buildings and explosions of decent magnitude. He can also regenerate from life threatening wounds, given enough time.

~~Weaknesses~~

~General Weaknesses~

Mercutio’s preference for avoiding fights often result in him taking a bit of damage before retaliating, often taking more damage prior to the fight than in the ensuing battle itself. His scheming mind also leads to trust issues in some of his friendships, straining a few of them.

Another general weakness is Rosaline’s protectiveness of those around him. He would rather take a bullet than let an innocent civilian receive the slightest injury, which can be easily taken advantage of by any morally reprehensible opponent.

Mercutio has trouble getting too close to people for fear of either forgetting them after switching souls or somehow causing them harm. His goals, whatever they may be, take priority over any friendship or romantic interest he may have, causing further conflict.

Lastly, it takes him nearly ten minutes to shift from 5% to 15%, during which time he must actively focus on the change. If he is busy with anything else, it will take longer for him to change. The same applies when shifting from 15% to 27%, though that shift takes roughly seventeen minutes instead of ten.

~5% Unformed Weaknesses~

Compared to other nonhuman abominations, Mercutio is very weak. He is as strong as a human in decent shape, but can be overpowered by multiple humans or individuals that are above human strength. Rosaline is also susceptible to many other human fallacies, such as damage to internal organs, sickness, concussions, broken bones, and being knocked out through careful attacks on pressure points.

The subject requires food and water to survive, like any human, and will die if deprived of such necessities for an extended period of time. Unlike his 15% or 27% forms, Mercutio is unable to regenerate, and he will be unable to shift into one of his other states if he has suffered enough injuries, or is fatigued from lack of sleep, food, or water.

~15% Unformed Weaknesses~

The subject must actively focus in order to use his psychic abilities at this stage. He cannot redirect his discus attack without the use of mini-portals, and tries to avoid using said attack for fear of accidentally harming civilians.

~27% Unformed Weaknesses~

Obviously, being unable to use his Tainted Element abilities is a major weakness. Weaponless, susceptible to all elemental attacks, and unable to weaken an opponent via Tainted Strikes, the subject must completely rely on his Unformed abilities and physical prowess.

Recent History: We have studied Mercutio from afar numerous times, and recently captured him. Due to his constant memory wipes as a result of changing souls, it is impossible to learn much about the subject’s past. Instead, we have tried to learn about the subject’s personality, abilities, and everything else written in this report. We-

Editor’s Note: Study of Mercutio Rosaline is hereby forbidden. Those involved have been executed for crimes against DAM, particularly the areas edited for explicit content.

Name: Beatrice Giles.
Aliases: The Red Knight.
Age: Thirty-seven years old.
Gender: Female.
Race: Blessed human.

Height: 5’8”.
Weight: 155lbs.

Weapons: In her youth Beatrice used two holy swords, The Saint and Crossfade. She has since passed The Saint down to her apprentice, Matt Rosencruex. Crossade is about three pounds, with a three foot blade and a cruciform handle. It is very durable, and the holy energy infused within it causes searing burns to dark and demonic beings upon contact.

Armor: If she is traveling through a region in which she believes she will be recognized, or is moving through a dangerous region, Beatrice will wear light armor on her legs, chest, and lower back, as well as gauntlets.

Strengths: While she isn’t as powerful as she used to be, Beatrice can still be a formidable foe. She can move unbelievably fast for short periods of time, and displays strength many times greater than that of a normal human. Her reflexes are also incredibly keen, and her sword skills are virtually unmatched.

Beatrice’s mental strengths are almost as great as her physical ones. All of her combat experience has left her with quite a bit of battle savvy. Techniques that may seem new and innovative to younger warriors sometimes seem dull and uninspired to her. She can easily spot flaws in her opponent’s fighting technique, and take full advantage of them.

Along with her combat-related strengths are her general wisdom and earthly knowledge. She’s traveled through large portions of the world, and has picked up information from them. Sometimes this information presents itself as useless trivia, though it occasionally proves to be useful.

Weaknesses: Despite her tremendous physical abilities and fighting skills, there is one enormous weakness on her part. Because of a disease which affects her muscles and organs, Beatrice cannot physically strain herself for extended periods of time. So much as running across the length of a room is enough to get her heart pounding and make her sweat.

Fighting for more than a few minutes will cause labored breathing and a lack of energy. Further fighting will result in lightheadedness and an overall impairment of her senses. If she continues to push herself, she will eventually vomit and lose consciousness.

Beatrice’s pride is also a major weakness. She refuses to be consistently aided by another individual, no matter what the circumstances are. The Red Knight would rather bleed to death than accept aid from somebody else, if said person has helped her before.

Her disease also weakens her immune system, leaving her susceptible to sickness at any time. It’s not uncommon for her to be fine one day, and be struck with a horrible flu the next.

~Skills/Abilities~

While Beatrice used to have a massive array of abilities, the progression of the disease has limited her to a handful of abilities…

Righteous Blaze- By focusing on Crossfade, Beatrice can use the holy energy within the sword to cover the blade in flames. While this is usually just used for intimidating foes, she can keep the flames going whilst fighting, albeit at the cost of further sapping her energy.

Touch of Faith- Via direct physical contact Beatrice can focus her energy on healing another person’s wounds. She can only heal mild to moderate wounds, and this ability uses so much energy that she must take a nap afterwards, but it’s still a useful ability nonetheless.

True Sight- Holding eye contact allows her to tell whether another person is lying or not. If she focuses, she can force the other person to tell the truth in response to whatever question she may ask.

Mystic Sight- By remaining completely relaxed and borderline immobile Beatrice can send out her spirit in the form of a white hawk. She is able to see through the hawk’s eyes, which is useful for surveying far-off events. If the bird is harmed however, she feels its pain. Furthermore, she will die if the hawk is slain.

The Last Gift- Through sacrificing her own life Beatrice can revive another person from the dead, by taking their cause of death and suffering through it in their place. Obviously, she has yet to use this ability.

Personality: Beatrice is smart, proud, and caring. She adheres to a strong sense of morals. Murderers, rapists, and thieves are all scum in her eyes, and she treats them as such. The Red Knight refuses to associate herself with such people.

Beatrice dislikes any situation that makes her appear weak. Her pride requires that she remain strong, respectful, and looking fine. She is incredibly embarrassed if any of her allies catches her in a moment of sickness.

Though she is proud, she is also a very generous person. Beatrice lives to make the world a better place through whatever means necessary. Nothing pleases her more than to make somebody else’s life happier, and she would gladly suffer in the place of another person.

The Red Knight is a woman of passion. She viciously hates her enemies, and deeply loves her friends. Her friends mean everything in the world to her, and she would be devastated if any of them were harmed.

One of the few things that can depress Beatrice is her past. She’d rather not talk about it, though she will if whoever she is talking to has sufficiently gained her trust.

-Likes-
Seeing other people reach their potential, relaxing under trees, taking mid-afternoon naps in odd places, reading, exploring, meeting new people, learning new things, and eating apples and grapes.

-Dislikes-
Cooking, cleaning, being in DAM meetings, people who don’t value life, vegetables, people waking her up from her naps, extreme heat/cold, and the majority of the members of DAM.

~Appearance~

Beatrice has a pretty, if somewhat tired looking face. Her eyes are a beautifully light shade of green, and she has flaming red hair that reaches down just past her shoulders. A few loose strands of hair sometimes find themselves draping across her face.

Her skin is lightly tanned, and her body is fairly muscled. There are numerous scars around her torso, thighs, and upper arms from battles in her youth. As she’s gotten less active, she’s gained a small bit of fat, mostly along her stomach, and in her rear end and bosom. This is a cause of amusement to her, as she’s spent countless hours keeping in shape, and yet is considered by some to be more attractive now that she’s getting out of shape.

As far as clothing goes, Beatrice usually wears brown pants and a red t-shirt, with a black jacket for outdoor ventures. If she is heading to a region in which she may have to defend herself, she’ll wear a lightweight red tunic underneath some armor, as stated in the armor section.

~History~

Beatrice was the younger of two children. Her father was a knight renowned in his home region for once single-handedly slaying seventy foes in one day. While The Red Knight’s achievements in her glory days would greatly outshine her father’s feat, it still impressed the young girl.

Her father never paid attention to her as a child. Instead, he focused on her brother Lance. He was obsessed with raising Lance to be a great knight, despite the child’s wish to become a cleric.

James, her father, never gave Beatrice any attention. He denied his children any kind of affection in the belief that it would make them grow up soft. Craving her father’s acceptance, The Red Knight began taking her brother’s place at training sessions in disguise. She spent several years doing so, and hoped to surprise her father with her fighting skills when she was old enough.

By the time she was fifteen Beatrice could easily defeat most of the grown men in her town in combat. Her father began to lighten up a bit around the house. The apparent success of his son greatly pleased James, and it showed in his behavior towards his children.

Beatrice challenged her father to a sparring match on her sixteenth birthday. He initially refused, but persistent pestering forced him to accept. James was defeated after a long battle, and Beatrice told him of how she’d been taking Lance’s place all this time.

Contrary to what she had expected, her father was furious. James refused to be anywhere near Lance or Beatrice in public, and made continual attempts to have another child. Later that year he was crippled in combat, and became a diplomat.

Beatrice continued to train in the hope that she would be able to carry on her family’s reputation for grand warriors. She hoped that she’d earn her father’s love by becoming the greatest warrior in the world. Of course, by now she was a beautiful young lady, and she began to receive love from another source.

She began a romance with a young knight, out of which a child was produced. The father left a short while before the baby was born. Beatrice gave birth to a baby girl shortly after her seventeenth birthday. It was at this point that The Red Knight was torn between two options.

Beatrice could either raise the child, and give up her dream, or she could leave the child in her brother’s care and travel the world in search of further training. She chose the latter, and it was a choice that she still regrets. With all of the traveling the ensuing years involved, Beatrice was only able to see her baby once every few years or so. It’s because of this that her daughter, Malorie, despises her.

From the age of seventeen until the age of twenty-seven Beatrice traveled around the world. She picked up tidbits of fighting styles everywhere she went, and spent countless hours honing her skills as a knight for hire. Through her job as a knight for hire she fought in several wars, where she gained a reputation as a brilliant tactician.

From twenty-seven until thirty-two she solidified her reputation as a great warrior by seeking out opponents with impressive reputations. The challenges she made and the battles she fought made many believe that she was one of the top female warriors in all of history. Some even considered her to be better than quite a few legendary male warriors. Likely because she challenged and defeated several of them.

However, if was at the age of thirty-three that the virus first struck. At first it was barely noticeable. Beatrice would become slightly lightheaded after battles, and found herself catching colds every once in a while, but nothing too bad. As time went on the virus grew in strength.

No doctor that Beatrice went to could determine what the virus was, or how she obtained it. All that they knew was that it wasn’t infectious to others. They alerted her to the weakening of the connections between her organs as a result of the virus, and theorized that she would be lucky to survive until the age of forty.

Depression struck The Red Knight, and it took her quite some time to get over it. Just as she was coming to terms with the disease she was approached by representatives of DAM. They wished for her to become a member of DAM’s 12 Seats, the ruling body of the organization. With no other line of work Beatrice accepted, despite disagreeing with the group’s morals.

At the age of thirty-five, shortly after joining DAM, Beatrice was introduced to a teenage Matt Rosencruex. Matt was a skilled warrior, and was brought into DAM to act as an assassin. Rosencruex’s fear of death caused him to develop an urge to become a legend, so that his name would live on long after his death. It was for that reason that he accepted DAM’s offer of employment, as it offered him many opportunities to add to the list of legends he’d slain in his attempt to become famed as the Legend Killer.

It was around that time The Red Knight learned that Malorie had had a child of her own. Her attempts to reconcile with her daughter were rejected, and Matt was there to fill in her shoes. Over time Matt has become akin to a son to Beatrice.

Currently she only has a few simple desires in life. The first is to take care of Matt, and live long enough to see her apprentice overcome his fear of death. She also wishes to travel around the world one more time, and see as many new places as possible.