King. wrote:

Kencid Raith
“The Harbinger of Sin”

Pronunciation

Tyral: kin-sid

Name: Kencid Raith
Nicknames: Kencid, Ken, Cid, KC
Title/Alias: The Harbinger of Sin, The Renegade Cyborg
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Race: Cyborg

Random Statistics

• Height: 6'7”
• Weight: 341 lbs.
• Blood Type: Unknown
• Physique: Athletic
• Iris Color: Goldenrod
• Natural Hair Color: Orange
• Skin Color: Dark Tan
• Dominate Hand: Naturally Ambidextrous
• Dominate Foot: Naturally Ambidextrous
• Birthday:
• Zodiac: Aires
• Nationality: Denarian
• Ethnicity/Breed: American / Cyborg
• Home World: Earth
• Occupation: Renegade Mercenary
• Rank: Professional
• Alignment: Neutral
• Religion: Atheist

Appearance
Kencid is a middle-height, athletic male with very defined muscles from constant exercise. Weighing over three hundred fifty pounds people get the wrong idea of him, assuming he is a large man. In fact, it's quiet the opposite. Kencid had two cyber limbs, metal bones in the un-cyberized limbs, and a steel skull. On top of that, his bones have been coated in a thin layer of steel and various upgrades have been implanted into his body. Among these are a cyberbrain, eyes, nose (not the nose itself, but the part that transfers the sense of smell to the brain), and ears (just the ear-drum). He tries to keep himself as fashionable as possible, and has dark tanned skin from constant work under the scorching sun. His fingernails are always trimmed short and his hair bedraggled and shiny.

Having many tattoos which adorn his body, specifically his torso and arms, people consider him a visual punk. The only tattoo on his face is a thin line which goes from his hairline and over his right eye. It makes a right angle there and crosses his nose before making a second right angle and going off his chin. The tattoos running down each arm decorate his dark skin with intricate patterns of black and white. They have no meaning, and are, as said by Kencid “to make me fuckin' look awesome”. On his back is a large tattoo of female fallen angle, fully colored. She has flowing blond hair and bright blue eyes. One of her wings is a white angel wing while the other is a bloody red demon wing. She is stark, and her hair just hardly manages to cover her nipples.

Clothing
As someone who considers himself trendy, Kencid tries to keep a unique look, specific to himself only. He wears a thin, tight fitting sleeveless shirt with a single white stripe running down the middle which covers many of his tattoos. The neck goes about half way up his throat. Over that, he wears a black leather jacket with dark orange trimmings. The shoulders, elbows and wrists are all extra padded to help prevent damage in an accident. He also wears leather pants, slightly loose, with an orange pistol holster at the waist. A sun visor covers the right half of his face, tilted at an angle; a similar visor being worn backwards at a steep angle, for purely aesthetic reasons.

Personality
“...and he must be killed! Kencid is a psychopathic killer with no remorse for killing. He is a tyrant guardian among or peace keepers, a renegade cyborg with ill intent. Kill him, or he will kill you. He is easily provoked, and he laughs at the mayhem he causes. Riots and uprising are...” Denaria government.

Weapons

Billy & Bob [1]: Good ol' left and right buddies. The most primitive weapons ever invented. His own two fists. Because the bones in his hands are sold metal, I guess they are technologically advanced now.

Anduriel [5]: A blade crafted in the Nevernever by an actual fairy, not the cute things people associate them with. It has the power to draw ether energy from the surrounding area and focus it into a beam of pure electrical energy. Constantly glows with a yellow aura.

Tarsiel [4]: A highly customizable pistol. It can fire three different caliber rounds and has three different forms. By extending the butt-stock and switching to semi-automatic the weapon switches to a .338 lapua sniper round for long-distance targeting. Closing the stock and placing the weapon on semi-automatic or burst-fire switches the weapon to .50 caliber S&W Special pistol rounds for mid-range shoot-outs. Simply switching the firing mode to automatic loads .30 caliber rounds for pumping something full of bullets.

Equipment and Gear

Clothes [1]: Your average run-of-the-mill clothes. Do you want a to know what they do? Cover up his genitals.

Yamaha FJR1300A Motorbike [5]: Modified engine and steel-plated body-kit enhance the power of this bike. Able to proceed at over three hundred miles per hour, and take a pistol bullet from nearly point-blank range gives Kencid's bike real power.

Yamaha Midnight Warrior Motorcycle [3]: A custom tuned Warrior that can reach speeds of three hundred miles per hour. This is one of Kencid's prides.

Skills, Powers, and Abilities
Note: this list is not, and probably never will be, totally 100% complete. Kencid is constantly learning more skills and they will be added in as he discovers them.

Ether Harmonics Array [6]: By converting ether particles surrounding Kencid, the cyborg has the ability to produce a powerful barrier of energy which absorbs, in mass, magical energy. This barrier can also be hardened to block physical strikes, though that drains energy at an alarming rate. By converting the EA's energy into an electrical charge, Kencid can power microbes installed within his body to repair wounds at increased speeds.

If to much energy is absorbed the array crashes, and must manually be reset. To help prevent said crashes energy is released in various way. Two of the most common are projectile magics and explosive magics. It's classified as a support ability.

History

Tyral hails from a planet called Denaria, in a distant solar system then what's current. At the age of thirty two, as a member of the project OP DEATH, he was operated on by military scientists in order to create the most powerful cybersoldiers on Denaria. He was the first subject, which failed. While programming his 'Master' command prompt an electrical discharge from a nearby machine caused a premature awakening.

After nothing had happened the scientists had thought that the initial creation was a success. It wasn't until two years later that abnormal behavior started. Killings started, and quickly became wide-spread. All linked back to Tyral. Three more years the military had surrounded his home, an attempt to kill the 'Renegade Cyborg'. As the EHA had taken increasing amounts of unstable laser fire, a malfunction had causes a wormhole to appear. Tyral had no choice as he was sucked into the vortex.

He arrived at Earth-0F54 only moments later...

King. wrote:[Name] Eliot Douglas
[Age] 17(?)
[Gender] Male
[Race] Human (?)

[Character Tier] High
[Character Type] Critical Character

[Physical Description] Eliot Douglas has messy brown hair that reaches to his shoulders when straight. His eyes often vary with his mood, though are normally brown to match his hair and his skin is a light cream color, something of a tan. When he was slightly younger then he is now he had gotten braces, which had fixed the few imperfections that he had with his teeth, which are now flawless. With silky-smooth skin and a clean-shaved face it's a wonder why he isn't as well-known as he could be. His clothes differ with his situations, and are as follows (added as he gains them).

Casual/Pilot – During most of his life Eliot wears his casual, more loose-fitting clothes which allow freedom of movement and power. Wrapped on his head is a sixty-two inch white cloth which is tied in the back and hangs down from there. He doesn't wear a shirt but instead wears a zip-up, sleeveless, hooded jacket that has a combination of white and red colors, divided with a single gold line. His forearms are covered with a pair of white gloves with the fingers being black. Just off the wrist the gloves change back to black, with a well-stitched tribal flame design which cuts off several inches below his elbow.

Assassin – His set of assassin's garb, this suit is a very powerful set that relies on speed and stealth to deal massive damage in short skirmishes. With skin-tight black pants, first, and a pair of more loose-fitting ones over, it helps to blend in with the darkness. He also wears a long sleeve shirt, skin tight, with a small patch of nothing in the center going upwards towards the top which shows off a decent amount of flesh. Silver shoulder pads, arm-guards, and bone-designed chest plate adorn his upper torso, giving a somewhat cryptic look to him. His ghost-white hair, messy and spiky, contrasts with the soulless blood-red eyes. His eyes, in turn, match with the extra-long scarf which covers the lower portion of his face and hangs, with both edges, down to his knees.

Creator – The epitome of scientific bioengineering, the creator has surpassed even the law's of life. Although he isn't powerful, his 'pet' homunculus (section III)more than makes up for his lack of power. With his deep, lush, brown hair and bright blue eyes he is pretty attractive, and his fair complexion only adds more upon it. He wears a pair of brown jeans that prove to be very comfortable to him. He wears two belts across his waist, and each drops three pouches on each leg. The pouches can hold various things. Each belt also has a forth pouch that is off to the side, which allows him to store various bottles and such. His shirt is a pale colored brown shirt which overlaps in a design which looks something like a reptile. He wears a cape which doubles as shoulder pads. Where the shoulder pads are have a design stitched into them which looks like sharp fangs. He also wears a pair of thick gloves, the same color as his shirt, made from unknown material which seems to be immune to most anything.

Clown – Perhaps the most odd class Eliot is. The clown wears what can only be called the jester's cap. Three puffs which extend to his waist, one purple, one green, and the other yellow. Each has a gold medallion hanging from the end, one a star, one a moon, and the last a sun. He wears pinstripe pants from the same three colors with a pure white button-up shirt. A vest of brown covers the white shirt on the chest, and a 'Peace medallion' is worn on a choker necklace. His hair is a light blue, which perfectly matches his eyes, and reaches, in a somewhat tangled mess, to his mid-back.

[Personality Description] Eliot believes in a series of hypocritical codes that restricts him from fighting, but that he has to protect those that need it. After abiding by the contradictory set of rules he left his so called honor to live his own life, rejecting the rule of god. He now runs from the to called 'Pure Church of God', and their hundreds of bounty hunters, and lives a joyful life.

Skills, powers and abilities:
[Name] Heal
[Class] Champion
[Level] 10
[Effect] Numbs pain, Heals all injuries
[Element] Holy/Light
[Description] As an ex-member of the "Pure Church of God" Eliot learned most holy spells earily on. This, being the first that he learned, is one of his best. It works to shut down the nervous system for a specific part of the body and speeds up the regeneration process more than fifty-fold.

[Name] Blessings
[Class] Champion
[Level] 10
[Effect] Increased musclskeletal functions
[Element] Neutral
[Description] The second skill learned from the P.C.G. is Blessings. By far his most used skill, it allows his body to become harder, stronger, and faster by tightening his muscles, enhancing them with mystical powers, and making his bones more dense. Increases the effects of Heal by twice as much.

[Name] Speed up
[Class] Champion
[Level] 10
[Effect] Increases joint flexibility, Better visual capabilities
[Element] Neutral
[Description] The final spell taught by the P.C.G. is Speed Up. It's another well-used spell that loosens the joint stiffness and adds a bit more 'oil' to them. It also gives off more of the liquid in the brain that increases visual sight.

[Name] Soul Collector
[Class] Champion
[Level] 10
[Effect] Infuses other Champion souls to his own; Five total
[Element] Neutral
[Description]A secret art that was used by his father. Was learned by a scroll left by his dad. By calling the spirit/s of the dead and mixing them with his own he can learn new spells and abilities as well as grow more powerful.

[Name] Soul Explosion
[Class] Champion
[Level] 10
[Effect] Uses an absorbed soul to deal Kinetic Force
[Element] Spirit
[Description] Considered to be a forbidden skill. This skill releases an absorbed soul from Eliot's hand. The freed soul is forced to explode outward. It is converted to physical force by unknown means.

[Name] Cloaking
[Class] Assassin Cross
[Level] 10
[Effect] Better melds with the shadows
[Element] Shadow
[Description] A simple skill that is very useful, Cloaking doesn't hide the assassin, only makes him harder to see. By removing all sound he makes and using lighting to his advantage he can disappear from all targeting systems.

[Name] Sonic Blow
[Class] Assassin Cross
[Level] 10
[Effect] Strikes with a series of powerful blows
[Element] Dependent
[Description] A skill that uses lightning speed to strike several times in the blink of an eye. It's power increases due to the speed, and when stricken by one almost all will hit you for sure.

[Name] Soul Breaker
[Class] Assassin Cross
[Level] 10
[Effect] Attacks the soul with another soul
[Element] Shadow
[Description] By commanding a soul (using his Champion-affiliation) to strike the foe, he can in fact attack their very own soul. The souls power is dependent on his own, though generally weaker than him.

[Name] Soul Assault
[Class] Assassin Cross
[Level] 10
[Effect] Explodes a soul to deal damage to nearby souls
[Element] Shadow
[Description] Almost identical to Soul Breaker, Soul Assault commands a weaker soul to explode. The explosion can only damage other souls, and depends on Eliot's own power for damage.

[Name] Ignition
[Class] Creator
[Level] 10
[Effect] Creates a never-ending fire
[Element] Fire
[Description] A special mixture made by Eliot. It's held in a special bottle that produces a spark when shattered. As the mixture hits the ground the bottle produces a spark which ignites the liquid in never-ending flames.

[Name] Acid
[Class] Creator
[Level] 10
[Effect] Throws a bottle of special acid
[Element] N/A
[Description] An acid made by Eliot. It must be held in a special bottle. The bottle is the only known thing to be able to resist the acid. Is highly explosive.

[Name] Bioethics
[Class] Creator
[Level] 10
[Effect] Homunculus
[Element] N/A
[Description] Allows Eliot to make and control Homunculus.

[Name] Acid Ignition
[Class] Creator
[Level] 10
[Effect] Throws a bottle of Ignition and Acid
[Element] N/A
[Description] By throwing a bottle of Ignition and then Acid, Eliot can create an explosion of epic proportions. Fatal to almost anyone.



Character Equipment: Clothes – 1
A basic set of clothes with nothing in specific to notice. Stitched by one of the holy priestesses Pure Church of God before his rejection of their ways. Transforms to match the class Eliot is using.

Character History: Pieced together from all of his thoughts/memories.
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Part I


"Eliot, stand up! Pasture Lawrence is coming, so act your best," said a man half concealed by shadows. By what the young child could see, the male was rather large- muscular, and had a very short body, only about five foot seven, max. His legs moved involuntarily and stiffened as he stood. His torso bent forwards and legs stayed straight as the pasture came into his shack'uva house.

Pasture Lawrence was just the opposite of man that had warned him. Very tall and lanky, wearing a pure white robe that matched what little hair was left on his head.

"Eliot," he said, with a voice that sounded much like he was trying to act as a father to the child. "Why have you been acting as you have? You know I'm worried that you might try to leave us."

"I don't believe in god! If their was than why did he take my sister away? My mother and father, too! I hate him and I hate you too!" Eliot's back straightened and as he looked at the balding old man with his eyes glazed in hated tears. The shorter fellow had, however, already moved in before the brown-haired boy could make a move. His bony fist struck Eliot's cheek and his body spun twice before falling to the ground, blood coming from the cut.

"Lock him in the dungeon," was all Lawrence said before walking out the room, the white cloak following.

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Part II

"This will show them, watch! I bet they won't mess with me after this! Father... Mother!" Two rumbles sounded off and Eliot watched with an awe-inspired look as his body radiated a golden aura. A voice, one that he couldn't quite pick out, filled his mind. He felt at bliss, despite the order of his death, designed to be treason.

"You won't die here, Eliot. Close your eyes and relax, I'll protect you from these tainted liars." Eliot happily obliged. As his eyes were concealed his mind was filled with pleasing images. They were closed for only a few seconds before he felt a change in his location, a difference in the lighting and something like a suit of tight leather encasing him.

"Eliot, open your eyes dear." He obliged again. He was inside something full of mechanical wiring, and upon looking down the feeling of leather was real. Although it wasn't a leather. Something about it just gave off that feel; it was tight though. Something he hadn't felt was the two objects just off of his head.

"Who are you? Are you my mother!?"

"Eliot, now isn't the time to ask these questions, dear."

"But! Please, answer me... Please..."

"I'm not your mother, dear. But I know you very well." Eliot's face scrunched together and his forehead furrowed as he muled things over for a second.

"Eliot, dear. You need to get going. My shield will only hold so long against such powerful magic." Eliot's eyes widened as he looked out the glass; just realizing that he could in fact see out of it. He was several a good ways up. He couldn't tell exactly, but he guessed somewhere just below twenty meters.

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Part IV

"Nnh. Huh? Where did she go? Prophet!? Prophet! Where you are?" No response. Eliot scowled at his own bad luck and took a couple of steps forward before stopping again, thinking over what had just transpired. He had learned that he had total control over one of the most powerful things on the planet, was destined to save the planet or die trying, is the true heir to the throne, and that he did, in fact, have family. His mind was racing with the information he learned and they slightly sickened him that they were kept from him. He scowl again and walked forward, into the unknown to do battle with whatever came against him.


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Section II


Model Number: HEL-1745
Model Name: Prophet
Model Type: Prototype Organic Super Mech
Manufacturer: Unknown
Current Pilot: Eliot Douglas
Pilot History: Gaël Luciesu; Eliot Douglas
Accommodation: Pilot, standard in torso
Head Height: 21.4 meters
Dry Weight: 35.4 tons
Construction: Various unknown metallic objects. Signs of life have been detected inside the substances itself, giving though to it being an organic mech.Prophet of Death
Powerplant: Unknown
Equipment and Design Features: Sensors, High Visual Range System, EMP Shielding, Radiation Shielding,
Fixed Armaments: Micro-Machine Gun (x8) [Legs] Light Missile System (180 [Various] Eye-Laser System (x2) [Head] Heavy Laser (x1) [Torso] Heavy Beamsaber (x4) [Arms, Legs]
Optional Fixed Armaments: N/A
Optional Hand Armaments: ”Anubis” Dual Barrel Particle Reflex Cannon (x1)