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Archais
As played by DoC13X

Synopsis
21 year old son of the Dragon Alconaksidriniakt and the Demoness Trianna the Dark Seraph, currently earning the right to the power of his heritage.

Description
For the most part Archais appears human, due to a powerful spell placed upon him by his parents to hide him safely on earth from their enemies.

Full Name: Archais Cyrian Kaldeus Drakkonyte
Height: 6'
Weight: 260 lbs
Build: Gymnastic (He's heavier than he looks due to exceptionally dense bones and muscles)
Hair: Short spiked back and metallic silver, most people assume it to be dyed, but it's natural.
Eyes: Right eye has a silver iris, and the left has a blood red iris.

Archais keeps clean shaved as much as possible.
He wears a sleeveless black vest, and rarely wears a shirt. He wears loose black cargo pants and heavy black steel toed boots.

Personality
Though capable of being serious, Archais is generally in a cheerful mood. He often makes off the wall acrobatic maneuvers at odd times, not so much to be the center of attention, but to put a smile on peoples faces, and to keep in shape.

He loves a good joke, but is given to a bit of a morbid sense of humor. Well, it seems morbid to others, but death is a light subject for him. He knows that death is just one more part of life.

His oftentimes childish remarks belie an impeccable wit, and an intelligence beyond his years. His keen intelligence is due mostly to his heritage and partially to his own effort. Archais benefits from both his father's draconic racial memory, which comes to him as unbidden pieces of insight and vivid dreams, and his mother's demonic visions, which allow him to perfectly visualize any memory as if he were living it again.

A firm believer in the greater good, Archais often puts himself in harms way for the benefit of others. But he does have a dark streak, he'll kill you if you've violated his code of honor and he'll do so without regret.

"Only a life lived with honor is a life worth living. Those without honor are not alive to begin with. I hold no more remorse for their deaths than you hold for the insects you trample underfoot." ~Archais

Equipment
Archais carries only two items of note. They are the keys to unlocking his power, which is sealed by powerful Demonic and Draconic magic, as well as sub-dimensional nanotech. One from his mother the other from his father.

His mother left with him a locket of intricate design. The locket appears to be made of a red striated black marble, and is held shut by a series of interlocking slide joints. Inside the locket is a picture of his parents holding him as a baby. While also being part of the release mechanism of Archais' seal, the locket provides a shield sized barrier of force that moves with Archais' will. The pendant also goes cold when Archais touches a magical item that is harmful in ways other than physical.

His father's gift was a weapon, delivered on Archais' 19th birthday. They normally appear as a pair of fingerless black gloves with a smooth metallic ring around the wrists and a plate on the backs of the hands. Each plate is etched with one of his parents personal sigils. But as I said they are a weapon. With a thought the metallic parts of the gloves flow out like water across his hands and fore arms, solidifying into a pair of clawed gauntlets with a pair of short spike like blades emerging from the back of each fore arm. As Archais' anger grows the gauntlets grow more vicious. The material of the gauntlets themselves is virtually indestructible. Unknown to Archais they are made of a material called Tarrathanishk. Tarrathanishk is an ultra rare mineral only found at the heart of some black holes. The only person to ever find a way to alter this material is Archais' father. In addition to being made of a material that can withstand sitting in a black hole for an eternity, the gauntlets are also a powerful magical conduit, capable of absorbing even the most powerful destructive energies and storing them in a non-dimensional space, that Archais can access in times of extreme desperation.

I suppose one more thing of note is Archais' ability to partially break his seal in times of truly dire need. In an event of true desperation Archais changes. His skin changes to a deep midnight blue and the magical seal upon him becomes visible to even those without a magical sight, burning bright like a full body tribal tattoo of molten steel. He grows to nearly 8 feet tall, his canines grow long, four horns grow out of his head, two curve forward and two sweep back. His hair grows and be comes wild, his eyes change, the right becoming solid black with a silver starburst for a pupil and flakes of silver flowing across it, the left turns black as well with fire like cracks radiating out from a glowing blood red cat-like pupil. A long serpentine tail stretches out from behind him as long as he is tall, his feet turn to dragon like talons. While his gauntlets, for lack of a better word, go ballistic, with black flames radiating from them, and a pair of large dragon-like wings covered in pitch black feathers emerge from his back.

This state is an amalgam of his true form and the human body he is sealed into. Archais loses control in this state, destroying anything that gets in the way of him and his prey. Unfortunately for Archais the Seal doesn't deem the protection of his own life as legitimate reason to enter this state. Only in the protection of others is this allowed. Archais often falls unconscious afterward and can sleep for days.

History
Archais was left on Earth by his parents, in order to protect him from their enemies. He was left in the care of one of the last remaining elves on that Earth, she ran an orphanage in a large city. Archais grew up fairly normal the Matron always kept a close eye on him and made sure no one adopted him.

She taught Archais many things about the natural order of things, and absentmindedly divulged much of the dead elven culture, which shaped his mind like no human ever was. Of course, Archais isn't human. She also taught him an ancient form of elven martial arts, it's functionality resembles something akin to a combination of Capoeira, Tae Kwon Do, Akkido, and Black Tiger Kung Fu. However, Archais was an avid fan of professional wrestling as a child and has incorporated the submissions and "off the top rope" maneuvers into his own personal style.

Archais maintained an outsider status while going through school, he caused a lot of trouble, but still graduated at the age of 14. He went to college at the age of 15 and graduated with a Masters degree in engineering by the time he was 18. Archais fell into a bit of a slump when a long time friend of his stole his designs to get into a corporation which he later took over, and converted into a private military research company. Following the loss of his designs his then girlfriend died in a freak accident caused by a flawed implementation of one of his stolen designs. He took to working at an auto shop and basically gave up on any greater aspirations. Then the day of his 19th birthday arrived, and with it an old man who said he represented Archais' father's estate. The old man brought a large crate and left. In the crate was an ancient looking chest with a note and the gauntlets. The note contained an apology and an explanation. Archais, a friend of his, and an old acquaintance of his father embarked on a journey that culminated in the destruction of the most powerful magical artifact on Earth. The resulting energy flung Archais and his group across dimensional barriers. Archais is currently trying to find his way home.

Archais' life is a series of tests, with each one passed he gains one more piece of his inherent power. He doesn't know what the tests are, nor does he know how to pass them. The only indication that a test is in progress is a slight queasy feeling in his gut. The tests were designed by his father to teach him that power should be earned not given, and that power should never be allowed to corrupt those who possess it.

<< Hmm.. o.o Yayness! Mine only has 2 turns of a mouse ^_^ Hehe~

[Mine's not perfect but I hope it gets a winning spot. If not, that's fine by me. Hell, at least I tried. That counts for something, right?
Well, here goes nothing. Enjoy.]

Synopsis

A man of an unknown breed with neck length crimson hair and lifeless gray eyes, who stands at an amazing height of 7'0" and weighs just 200 lbs. For all and more of his information, please see his profile. It is advised.

Description

True Name: Vincent
Name: Smeagol
Gender: Male
Species: Berserker
Age: Apparently 30
Height: 7'0"
Weight/ Body Type: 200 lbs, muscular and athletic mix

Skin color/ Markings, Scars, Etc.: A pale white/Caucasian color that supposedly examples whatever unmarred flesh he has that is exposed

Eye color/ Eye wear and Etc.: A dull lifeless and death like gray that is always kept visible to the eyes of his many victims

Hair color/ Style and Length: A dark blood red color that has its own messy kind of style that exceeds to only neck length.

Clothing Description and/or Image: From both his shoulders down to around half way around his fingers are slightly torn gauze like bandages, with some slight smudges on them. To cover his torso he wears a black t shirt that is torn at the collar somewhat and where the sleeves once were , along with a brown holster that hangs loosely on him to hold his bo staff. For pants he wears a pair of dark blue stone washed blue jeans with; that are slightly loose on him but tight around the waist, one huge hole in the right knee that reveals nothing but bandaging covering his skin. As for footwear he either wears a pair of shoes, sandals, or sometimes boots. Over top of this clothing he is sometimes seen wearing a brown leather jacket, but that is only during rare occasions.

Personality

He's pretty much the dark and mysterious type that has a voice like Liam O'brian's in a way. Just push him the right or wrong way and you'll see how he is towards you and others.

Equipment

To be rather unique he carries with him nothing but a simple wooden bo staff with a pocket full of shuriken throwing stars. He doesn't need much to kill nor carry with him.

History

Whenever he was a young child, Smeagol was taken from his family because of the "gift" he possessed. But unfortunately his mental establishment was not as others had hoped it to be. He was schizophrenic, paranoid, and bipolar. There was other conditions he supposedly had, but no one seemed to notice them due to the fact that this young man heard "voices" in his head. For years government officials and scientists studied Vincent's behavior. Vincent being his real and actual name since his unexpected birth years ago. They studied and experimented on him from day in to day out. Even though he pleaded for them to leave him alone, they just got to work as if he were an object and not a human being. This did not help him stop hearing these "voices" any. It encouraged "them even more and more. But Vincent never tried to make an escape. Why, you may ask. It was because during all of the years he grew up inside of that white washed walled building, he secretly learned more and more about his "torturers" and the place he was in. He was becoming intelligent. He was an adult now and fully grown and developed. Not knowing his supposed "gift" didn't help Vincent and his voices any. So one night, this happened...

Month - July Day - 14 Year - Unknown

Sitting alone in his room beside the window watching the rain pour outside, Vincent found himself lost in thought for the first time in a long while. It had been a while since the "voices" commanded for him to take revenge on those doctors and torture them all one by one until he watched them suffer and die. A long while. But now these voices were visible to him inside of his clouded head. Because now he was inside of his prison cell of a mind. He could see them. Every single one of them. These voices were.... Him. Vincent saw these voices at last, saw what they looked like and only got a mere reflection of himself. They commanded for him to kill. To look at that darker side of himself and take over. But this time instead of running away from such force and such power... He embraced it. As this happened, they halves of him merging into one, he would let out a loud scream of full throttled pain that coursed through his body. The blood in his veins would turn black, thus making them visible for all eyes to see as his once hazel eyes turned into a dull lifeless gray. Suddenly, blood began to run down his face. Warm crimson blood that matched the color of his slightly messy hair. From down the hallways his screams echoed and alerted doctors and government officials. And they all came running. Now standing in the center of his room, Vincent was a Juggernaut of sheer force and power. Going into a wild rampage of blood lust and destruction, his possessed self would begin to trash this medium sized hospital room in an attempt to get out. His sheer aura alone made all of the lights flicker on and off repeatedly, before they came to a stop at the darkness. A black out. As this happened, armed and readied officials opened the door to Vincent's room in this facility. Upon them doing so the lights would turn back on and reveal what their "prize" had became. Seeing them as his wide now gray eyes took them in, Vincent would let out a loud scream and attack. The guards had not expected for him to do such a thing and panicked, firing into one another and doctors by sheer accident before they were gutted and mutilated by Vincent in just a matter of seconds. Now blood covered and walking down the long conjugated hallways, this monster of a man would only lift a sheer hand as a dark gray aura began to surround it and the rest of his arm in a glowing and possibly mind blowing essence. This aura that covered both of his large arms would tear up the white shirt he wore, thus revealing his ripped chest to the world as other victims in the rooms began to step out and look upon their supposed "savior". But what they seen was purely terrifying to them. Especially his wide gray optics as he seethed fanged breaths and stared down at them all from his seven foot stature. Vincent was now covered on his half nude skin as he stared down these others as visible black veins began to pulsate. From behind him a still alive security guard crawled and shot this berserker like man in the back. But that wasn't enough. Roaring out as the bullets sunk into his body for a sheer second. Vincent would pulsate a huge force of energy that dented the walls and doors around him and killed the innocent bystander "patients". Thrashing about, this wild man would tear the security officers to shreds with his arms and his teeth. Throwing the remains on the floor he would begin to attack as the aura coating his arms would begin to tear at his skin and make his flesh burn off, thus revealing sheer muscle and flowing blood as it spurted out in a huge crimson wave. From all around him screams of terror rang out as he pursued his victims and literally ate them alive. This Vincent now only saw what he wanted. Death. Destruction. Pure chaos. Laughing at this as he walked after the last of his victims towards the exit to the establishment, Vincent would take the various gun shots from behind as back up came to the rescue. But whenever the officers just ran out and he was standing in front of the huge glass double doors to this government place, Vincent would slowly turn around to face them as the whites of his eyes were purely blood shot to the max. Blood and drool escaped from his agape and now fanged mouth as his teeth gnashed while he rushed at these armed men as they opened more rounds into his torn up chest, to only have the bullets go right through his body and the wounds heal. The aura around his arms, it continued to tear at his skin like a liquid fire acid. So during this tyranny, an armed officer that was still alive but wounded saw this and lifted his weapon and shot the bullets into Vincent's right arm as he was in the process of crushing one of the men's skulls with his bare hands. The bullets were effective. Dropping his victim, Vincent would glance over at this officer with his death filled eyes as he seethed. Reaching a hand up he would grasp his right arm and toss his head back. Letting out a loud ear piercing scream that shattered the glass windows and doors around him, Vincent would begin to thrash about in pure pain as his aura began to dissipate back inside of him. His darkness was ceasing. Killing the man who had done this to him, Vincent jumped out a window and made his escape. Tears filled his eyes. Tears of blood. And these tears began to trickle down his cheeks in a crimson mess as his body endured the pain of this process. Running at a break neck speed through the forest behind the facility, Vincent would find himself lost and confused. Scared. But he never knew that he was almost out as this darkness fully disappeared from him and left him wounded and helpless, along with still gray death like eyes. Whimpering as he grasped his right arm, Vincent would limp out of the forest just in time to cross a busy road. He didn't have a chance to turn and see the headlights as an SUV hit him head on. Sending his wounded body flying, Vincent toppled down onto the road in a bloody road rash mess. The panicking driver of the car would be quick to drag the man's body into his vehicle and drive off. Just moments later in a huge city, the scared man threw Vincent's body out in front of a large hospital. An hour would pass as Vincent rested there and no one saw and aided him. Waking up to find himself lying on the concrete of the sidewalk, Vincent would try to get up. But he couldn't. He was scared and didn't know where he was now. He panicked. In a desperate mess as doctors finally noticed him and tried to help him, Vincent would try to crawl away the best he could. But his strength wavered. He fainted again. A few days would pass of treatment as he would be forced into a minor coma so he would not have to endure this pain, Vincent would wake up to find himself in a hospital bed with gauze bandages covering both his arms from the shoulders down wrapping half way around his fingers because of his uncontrollable aura, and on his right knee down to his shin where the car and road rash met him. Not knowing where he was, Vincent panicked and tried to escape. To only be strapped down and slightly tranquilized by staff. Now lying there helpless, there was nothing this frightened grown man could do but cry. For a few moments he did so until an aged Asian man came strolling in. Wordlessly he would free Vincent and not allow for him to ask any questions as a nurse got him down into a wheel chair. After being lead out from the hospital ironically, Vincent was alas loaded up into a black limo. Moments would pass as the man revealed who he was to him. This old man turned out to be a man named Mizuhara Kouga. A man interested on teaching poor Vincent how to control himself without letting the darkness consume him like it did only nights ago. Without asking anymore, Vincent allowed for this man to take him to his estate. Once there the training for control began. For days Vincent was taught basic maneuvers and how to wield various weapons. His favorite became the bo staff. A hard hitting weapon that is subject to break under force. Just like him. Growing used to this aged man, Vincent found himself bonding to him. This Mizuhara Kouga was like a father to him before two months had even passed. And during this time, Vincent did not hear his dark voices trying to get to him. It felt amazing. He felt at sheer peace. But one free night in his room during his stay with his "Master", the grown man found himself watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy directed by Peter Jackson. Becoming intrigued with this movie, Vincent found himself comparing both himself and the creature Gollum together. They were just alike in every way possible. It wasn't until the third movie was put in that he learned the creature's true name. Smeagol. And how and why he became corrupted from the ring. He was spell bound. About two years more would pass and Vincent eventually forgot about the movie as he grew older. But unfortunately fate met him one night when Mizuhara was murdered one night during a trip into the city. Enraged by this, Vincent grabbed his bo staff and went after the culprit in only a torn black shirt, slightly baggy blue jeans, and black shoes with fresh bandages on his arms and leg. Days would pass as Vincent tracked the culprit down and eventually found him somehow. It took him a while but Vincent had his fun torturing this young gun man systematically with his own bare hands as if he were Jigsaw from the SAW movies. In the end the man begged for his life. Looked up to Vincent and begged and pleaded. And Vincent whispered, "No..." Raising his bo staff he made the killing blow. The man was dead. His revenge settled. But now as he looked down upon his hands, he remembered what he had once became back in the laboratory. Taking his staff and fleeing from the man's house, Vincent found himself running down city streets until he had calmed and started to walk leisurely amongst the people. About an hour would pass before he witnessed a little girl almost getting hit by a car. Just like he had had. Not wanting her to endure such a fate, Vincent jumped in just in time and took the blow with his bare hands so that this little girl was not harmed. But amazingly, his inhuman like powers allowed for him to dent in the grill of the sports car as no damaged would be done to him. Grabbing the little girl, he took her across the road and set her back down by her parents who were worried sick about her and thanked him through their tears of joy that she was okay. Smiling, the little girl looked up at this gentle giant and asked, "Who are you mister?" Hearing the question asked from her, Vincent would look down her and crack a smile. "Smeagol." He simply replied, turning around and walking off into a dark alley as people gathered round and watched him take his slow leave into the shadows. He was no longer a terrified and scared to death, Vincent. He was now a voice hearing... Smeagol.

Synopsis: Admiral Serrin Roland, Supreme Commander of the Sluvian Imperial Warfleet and Marshal of the Sluvian Marine Forces

Appearance: Serrin's species has traits which are both mammalian, insectoid, aviod, and reptilian. They stand on three evenly spaced legs, with two pointing forwards and to one side, and one pointing straight back. Instead of extending straight down from the body, the legs extend out horizontally from the base of a Sluvian's torso, then bend 90 degrees at the knee joint. The lower part of the leg is covered with a chitinous plate that juts out over the knee, and the leg ends in a four-toed, hawklike claw. A Sluvian's stomach, leading up to the base of the neck, is grayish-tan and horizontally lined. Their arms are roughly the same shape as those of a human, but longer and thicker, and with 3 taloned fingers and a thumb. The neck is about twice as long as a human's, with a ridge of small spikes along the spine. The head appears somewhat like a snake's head but with more narrow eyes and no nose, just a sloping ridge from the eyes to the mouth. They have several rows of razor-sharp teeth, which will grow back if snapped off. Overall, a Sluvian is covered in scales, which are a mottled grayish-green. The only exceptions are the stomach, which is more tan, and the lower legs, which have the same coloration, but only have scales on the back side.

Personality: The admiral would not have attained his current position without being cunning, sly, and vicious. His mind operates in indecipherable patterns, feinting one way, striking the other, only to reveal a hidden attack from out of nowhere. His intelligence is on par with some of the most brilliant civilian minds, and while off-duty, he enjoys competing against grandmasters in glin'lok, which is somewhat like a combination of chess and baccarat, played on a 3-dimensional board. He is adept at deciphering the plans of his enemies, based on nothing more than a single maneuver. These traits have served him well in his military career, creating a spotless record with no major defeats.

Equipment: Serrin wears a spotless white uniform jacket, complete with gold-fringed shoulder boards. His chest glistens with badges from dozens of victorious campaigns, jostling for space with medals for bravery and valor. Across his lower torso, he has a low-slung black gunbelt with laser pistol, mandatory for all officers. It, too, is polished to a high sheen.

History: Serrin was born to a middle-caste family in a minor city on Sluvia. Even at a young age, his parents could see his intelligence, and he began to read lengthy treatises even before entering school. He quickly excelled in all of his lessons, skipping several levels of the system. He could keep up with students nearly twice his age in advanced mathematics and other subjects, astounding the teachers. Although he was several years younger than the standard age, he was accepted into the Sluvian Naval Academy. He continued to do well, taking courses on astrophysics, military history, and strategy. Most cadets would receive command of a small patrol craft upon graduating, but Serrin did so well that he was appointed the captain of a battleship. In war games, his ship and subordinate craft developed strategies that no one had ever seen before. After a few short years, during which he won several skirmishes with hostile forces, he was given command of a battleship squadron. When he continued to do exceptionally, he was promoted to commander of a fleet. Finally, after a mere 10 years after graduating, he became the Supreme Commander of the entire navy, and continued to become the most decorated officer in Sluvian history.

Quotes: Colonel Galide: "Sir, we're completely surrounded!"
Admiral Roland: "Attack."
"But we're outgunned 3 to one!"
"Attack."
"We'll be annihilated! We'll never make it out alive!"
"Never say never, Colonel..."

Admiral Roland: "What do you do if you see a non-Sluvian craft?"
Lieutenant Vidoorin: "Umm... ask for identification?"
"No. You shoot at it. Then what?"
"Demand surrender?"
"No. You keep shooting. Then what?"
"Shoot it until it's space dust?"
"Now you're getting it, Lieutenant."


((And there you have it. I hope that I win, it would be nice to have a drawing of what this species even LOOKS like, but some of these other entries.... Honestly, mine's only 4,519 characters. I really hope that text walls are detrimental to one's chances of winning, otherwise I'm dead.))

I am submitting ENDER for S&Gs.

Imma little sketchy as to what exactly the rules are implying when they say 'No Reference Images' does that mean you are not allowed to give a link to a picture, or you are not allowed to use a picture as a basis of description?

So, Terryer, your character is an obese uncoordinated ninja magician vigilante with a SERIOUSLY deformed face who wears 50 pounds of fake, useless samurai armor even though he has a suit that is completely ripped from Samus' Power Suit, except that it turns into a tank?

....

My inner perfectionist DIED just from glancing at that bio...

Name: James 'Edward' Green

Age: 22

Sexuality: Straight

Personality: Friendly, funny yet very shy... James has been influenced over the years by his overbearing father to be a self-controlling, well to do young man but at the same time after listening in secret to his passed away mothers music collection of bands such as 'The Clash' or 'Madness' James has only come to the conclusion that love is nothing but a fairytale... only to stop himself from being a hopeless romantic; which he is.

Features: James is tall at 6ft, though quite short for the males in his family. He has a slim, yet slightly muscular build; this gives him a defined body, but he sinks his shoulders forward so not to stand out. His face represents that of innocence, quietness and a 'puppy dog' but the shadows under his eyes give away that the energy and the fun of a young man left his soul a long time ago. His dark blonde hair is poorly styled giving him a ruffled look and his blue eyes seem to go on forever which could be mistaken as either beautiful or tormented. James has naturally pale skin and soft facial features, but through his boyish good looks there is a man... somehwere... deep down... trying to get out in the form of... STUBLE, not much granted but it's there all the same. This is perhaps the only thing which James manages to lean on with confidence... the little he has.
Clothing: James wears italian, black, leather shoes given to him by his father. Black, tailored trousers (or pants) with a white shirt badly tucked in and a red tie which looks like he's never really been able to master tying well. In his left shirt pocket are his reading glasses, which look like they belong in the 1940's and there is a rustic air to his fashion sense; keeping it smart/casual.
Background:
James grew up in london, England in a family which believed in trust, values and alliance between one another. All the men of the house would go on hunting trips and the women would knit... of course as time progressed, values changed and James was born into a family which had it's values importance dissapearing as the modern world took over. Though the men of the family were alwasy said to start drinking whiskey at the age of 16 and smoke ciagrs at 15! James never took on these attributes and was always looked upon by his father as a whiny and un-presentable son. Soon enough, James was the black sheep of the family and his father always longed to have a son like his cousin and not an artistic yet un-driven son like James. He comes from wealth, but his accent suggests he chose to go to a public school... rather than a private one, although for two years he tried to fit in and play polo witht he other boys, or join the football club; James was always the lanky boy on the pitch who never knew what to do and as he desperatly wanted to please his father, failed and was moved into public through his mothers wishes but really, his influence. While his manners are good, his walk gives away the fact he is care free about life, not as in he cares not for danger but lives on excitment... but as in he hates every second of it and is often in quite a miserable mood; this is simply because his world revolves around two things: hate and love and since he is not in love, he only fills with more hate and because he is full of so much hate, he cannot love. Ever spuring moment seems to be surrounded with the thought of sweeping someone off their feet and being happily ever after. However because he's so wrapped up in wanting to be IN LOVE he pushes and scares away any girl he meets because the first question he asks is "would you ever marry me?"

James is a fellow who has the chance to go far in live, but instead resides in a one bedroom, clean yet empty flat. Working as an accountant in a job he hates and never really achieving much in life at all... which is a shame really.

Name: Mikhaela
Sex:Female
Age:Twenty-something
Race:Neko (Black Panther)

Physical Description:As most neko`s, Mikhaela strenth does not ly in her physical appearance. She`s only a little over 5 foot tall en slender build. Her long wavy locks that fall down to the height of her waist are pitchblack as well as her furry ears and tail. Her facial features are delicate yet strong, with full lips and small nose. The only flaw in her beauty might be that her green catlike eyes are a little too far set, one of them scarred from her brow down to halfway her cheeck. Her face is not the only thing that`s been damaged though. On her right side from the shoulder down, her arm`s been replaced by a mechanical one as she lost the real one in battle.
Although this prosthetic arm, fabricated from surgeon steel is a good piece of work, technically speaking, it does lack some refinement. The appendage was made by a man who lived for sience, not paying mutch attention to esthetics and thus it looks somewhat out of proportion with her small frame, embedded in her flesh with quite some (unnessary) scartissue. The arm itself looks mechanical, the metal, when not hiding beneath her coat, shiny and cold. Movementwisse the balljoints enable the underarm and fingers to move in three directions. Since the arm is connected to Mikhaela`s nerve system it works almost as well as a natural arm except for really delicate movements like holding a wineglass or painting. These movements are more or less possible but she prefers the use of her left hand for such things, even though she used to be righthanded. When it comes to fighting, the arm does come in handy so now and then, since a blow with the quite heavy metal naturally lands harder, the weight causing more damage upon impact Her style varies though usually she is dark clad to not stand out, fair skin covered in various tattoos and piercings

Clothing: Mikhaela usually clothes herself in comfortable clothing that alows her to move fast when needed. Whenever you see her she will most likely have her small frame hidden beneath an oversized armygreen coat, the heavy material shielding her from both cold and prying eyes. Beneath this thick layer usually hides a pair of worn out blue jeans and a tank or t-shirt. Despite this simple attire she does fancy pretty things and thus her outfit is completed by a set of wooden bangles, a necklace with serveral tricklets on them and around her pinky there`s a small ring with a ladybug on it, a present from her mother for her seventh birthday. This is not where the list of jewelery ends though, both furry ears are pierced with silver rings and studs as well as her bottomlip that is decorated with three studs and a lipring.

Markings:A thin, still redish scar runs from her dark arched brow down her left eye across her cheeck. The emerald orb looks somewhat odd but nobody really knows if it`s blinded or not. In addition to that her right arm has been replaced by a mechanical one, the point where it is attached to her shoulder looking quite gruesome, which is why she tries to wear clothing that cover it up. Aside from these involuntary markings she also has a number of tatttoos. The first one she ever got is placed upon the flat of her stomach, right beside her bellybutton showing a white lilly. Then on the left side of her back she has some vines and poppies covering her fair skin, representing both death and eternal life. She got this one in remembrance of her mother. And last but certainly not least as it is the most visable one, she has a set of stars in various sizes tattooed on her face right beneath her good eye.

Weapons: When unprepared she will use her claws. Those on her left hand are normal feline nails that protrude from her fingers when angered. The ones on her left, mechanical, hand are made out of surgeon steel and thus make a pretty decent weapon. When using swords she prefers swords swords or daggers, the latter ones always stuffed into the shafts of her boots. Beneath her large coat a short sword dangels from her belt though she doesn`t use it very often as nobody learned her how exactly to use it.

Weakness:She`s not physically strong and thus not able to beat someone on brute strenght. Her swordfighting skills are decent yet not good enough to beat a trained swordfighter. When it comes to mental weaknesses she`s an aweful liar, her eyes always giving away how she feels and wheter she is telling the truth or not. Mikhaela doesn`t have any magical powers nor does she know anything about magic so can she barely defend herself against that.

Specialties/Powers: Her feline nature gives her the advance of speed and flexability. When fighting she will easily twist her agile body in the weirdest angels and most likely try to escape that way. She is good in climbing trees which protects her from both wolves as the more humanoid predators. When furiated she shows unexpected strength showing that she is a panther not a fluffy housekitten.

Other Abilities and or Skills: Though not very socially gifted, once she feels at ease she can be quite witty and entertaining, which comes in handing sometimes, as it is always better to charm your enemie then anger them.

Other Items:She carries a messengerbag around with a wide variaty of items, mostly stolen objects. Anything she thinks might come in handy usually dissapears into that very bag. Currently a notebook, a flask of wiskey, a set of pens and pencils, some string and stale bread are among that list of items.

Personality:She seems a little distant, but when she feels at ease she is kind, funny even at times. Years of being alone can make her a little socially akward but she does long for people around her. If she drinks she most likely will loosen up and turn into a joking little flirt, which emaresses her the next morning as she rarely ever forgets. If not familiar with her surrounding she will most likely scurry into a dark corner and observe untill she is spoken to or bored out of her skull. She is might come off as a little aggigated but is not agressive and thus will only fight out of selfdefense.

History (more than mandatory):
Born and raised a neko, Mikaela has become a confident young woman despite of the ears and tail that made her an oddity in the little town where she was born, as the small population there, her mother being one of them, consisted of merely humans, or at least people who appeared to be humans. Her father, who had past the panther genes on to her has never been part of her life as she was the result of one stolen night before he`d fled the scene again. Still her mother`s eyes glossed over when she spoke of the strange young men that had appeared in the villages years ago. Then misfortune sprung upon their little family of two and her mother got ill. Black death held the kind woman within it`s iron grip untill all life had fled her. Her mother was not yet burried when the villagers turned against her. She was a freak, somehow she must have had something to do with the lethal disease that tortured the town. It was then that Mikaela left her home and started wandering around, never knowing what would happen next day, just trying to survive. It was a tough life as she was not the only one that wandered the lands she lived in. Everyday was a struggle for survive although with every fight she grew stronger, faster and more able to protect herself. But one day it all went wrong. As she was hunting for food she stumbled upon one of the outlaws that lived in those woods asking for the usual randsom for passage. Naturally she refused and they got into a nasty fight which caused the loss of her right arm. Luckily she was found by an old man that lived nearby. Most called him crazy, some called him brilliant but fact is that he managed to replace Mikhaela`s arm with a mechanical one and took care of her as long as was needed. He too got sick though and not long after they met he passed away. Mikhaela burried him and got on her way again though the thought that she brought misfortune upon all she cared about never left her mind from that point on.

Xavier Bloodbayne wrote:Imma little sketchy as to what exactly the rules are implying when they say 'No Reference Images' does that mean you are not allowed to give a link to a picture, or you are not allowed to use a picture as a basis of description?

no pictures... everything must be described by your ability to write.

So what do you want to know about me? I’m supposed to keep this short, but for someone who has written a 760+ autobiography, that may be a little difficult. Let me start off by saying that I get really pissed off when humans call me a fox. All right, so maybe I look like one of those Earth animals, although my fur is auburn, except for the black tip on my tail. (Kykherhenha is laughing at me because I wanted to say ‘beautiful tail’… I was thinking it, but I didn’t say it.) So if I had antlers, would you call me a deer, or if I had a trunk, would you call me an elephant? O.k. then, I am not a fox, I am a Tereskàdian, from the planet Tereskàdhar.

That’s where I was born, on the island of ‘Hănharys… in a lake, under the water. That’s right. Under water. The gestation period for a Tereskàdian is twenty days, and when we are born, we are very, very tiny, which is why Tereskàdian parents are marsupials. That’s right, both parents have this… cavity in their abdominal region called a chamber, and there is a single teat in there that nourishes the cub. One year in there, then one more year in and out. I guess you could say we grow rather slowly.

Let me tell you about my whistling dragon, Kykherhenha. Now as soon as you hear the word ‘dragon’ humans tend to picture a huge reptilian animal with large wings and a long tail, and breathing fire… Uh uh. Whistling dragons are mammals and they are born at exactly the same time as their Tereskàdians, and they are the opposite sex. So in case you haven’t guessed, I am male, and Kykherhenha is a female. The term ‘whistling dragon’ was coined by an Earthman who crashlanded on my planet when he was ten years old, and who said when these animals fly they reminded him of dragons, and since they can make music by whistling, the term ‘whistling dragon’ naturally seemed to fit. I should mention here that whistling dragons are about the size of large tigers, an Earth animal of the cat family.

So far I haven’t even described myself, but if you know me, you knew I’d get around to it sooner or later. I am 25 years old, in Terran terminology, I am six feet tall (that’s the height limit for Tereskàdians), and I weight 175 pounds. There, how’s that for simplicity? Yeah, yeah, I know there is more. If you want to know if I’m male or female, don’t look at my crotch, look at my ears. I have fine hairs along the perimeter of my ears. Yes, I do have male genitalia, but we keep everything inside our bodies, except when we urinate, or mate, or groom ourselves. Well, to be honest about this, we do have to air it out at least once a day, so if it is out, I assure you it’s not to show off.

A Tereskàdian’s tail is equal to his height, which means that my tail is six feet long. It is carried along the back, with the black tip hanging down. If you want to compare it to something, I guess you could say it looks like the English letter ‘S’. We are rather vain about our tail, which is our one little fault. (All right, stop laughing, Kykherhenha.) Another feature I have is the poison in my claws (of which I have sixteen). This is called desdhak’hŏr, and it appears when the cub reaches sexual maturity. It is an extremely potent poison, and the tiniest scratch means instant death. Now before you start worrying, I can assure you that we cannot attack any being (unless you happen to be prey), unless we are attacked. You can call us names, make faces at us, insult us till the jrhameldhan come home… nothing. You attack us, you’re dead.

Do you know whenever we tell other beings we are carnivores, they get that worried look on their faces? Like, I wonder if he’s going to eat me. Relax. We do not eat other carnivores, we do not eat intelligent beings, we do not eat t’hŏphar. Oh, that. Tastes like… you know, that word that rhymes with ‘hit’ and has an ‘sh’ in front. Had it once when I was four years old, but couldn’t wash it down with whistling dragon milk. Oh, I haven’t told you about that, have I? A cub nurses from his parents for five years, then he switches to the milk of his whistling dragon for the rest of his life. Yeah, I know, we suck a lot, but like my Mama used to say, That’s the way we are made.

Well, so much for keeping this short. If I keep going I’ll be writing another variation of my autobiography. I know I left a whole batch of information by the wayside, but you can only include so much. These days I have a wonderful mate named Rhalhea, and three cubs. Cubs are always the same sex, and they are always born five years apart. Two of the cubs are in school, the youngest one is in Rhalhea’s chamber right now… Oh, that reminds me, exchange later today (parents exchange their cub on the average every five days.)

That’s all I’m going to say here. If you have any questions, go ahead and ask them. I’m not afraid to answer them. I could provide a bit more history and background regarding my world… or should I say worlds, since my family and I live on Alharhan now, in a city called Treskebhar. A big city… 23,000,000 Alharhanians and Tereskàdians, and I don’t know how I put up with this…

All right, Kykherhenha. I’m going to stop soon. She is lying on the floor of Khe’ăr Dhoren’s home (the Dhorens are the family we are staying with), and her two teats are rather prominent, so I guess she wants me to drink.

I want to type more…

I'm still working on it, I’m just posting it now so that I can have it wherever I go.

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Personality Description

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Born of the anger that rests within the souls of warriors long since past upon the field of battle Heika is one that always seems to be angry no matter what the case as well as easily angered further than what he previously was. He finds very few things to be happy about or even have happy thoughts about. He finds something wrong with everything, no matter how perfect others find them to be. He would much rather prefer to have a dead body dragging from his body by his belt than a friend upon his mind. He is not one to experience the pleasures of the flesh as others have experienced, he finds that all pleasure of the flesh can be found by the flesh being ripped from the still living corpse of an opponent. If one should be foolish enough to walk up to this man in hopes of finding a friend, they would much sooner find themselves in the ground with a headstone speaking their last words to those who chose to read.

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Normal Physical Description

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Heikas body is lined with multiple scars that can range from taking up only a single quarter inch of space, to encompassing his entire back. These scars however are not by any means his doing, for every time that he devours a soul, he must take upon his body the last wound that they had encountered before leaving their body to the spiritual realm. Though only a single one of these wounds could be seen on any daily basis that Heika was seen walking through town or through the forest, and that scar is upon his chest, just below his neck and it stretches from his sternum to his lower right abdomen. This scar came from the strongest and most angry souls that he had devoured, the soul of the Bloodbayne warrior Xavier. Xavier’s soul is what turned Heika into what he is now, what gave him physical human form.

Heika stands at an estimated height of 6'0. Though no one who has gotten close enough to Heika to get an accurate measurement had ever walked away alive as well he had never thought it important to measure himself. His weight was of no importance as often at times he seemed weightless, as though nothing held his feet to the ground as it did mortals.

Heikas face was gentle and docile to the look. Most would think that such a gentle face wouldn't be capable of such hate and destruction as this one man could create with just the point of his finger. His eyes were a gentle shade of lake blue, as was everything else about him in his everyday form. His face was a type of gentle egg shape, the tip of the egg being his chin and the bottom his forehead. Adorning his scalp was a full head of soft smooth and luxurious(sp?) silver hair. If caught in the right type of light it would seem as though it were made of actual strands of silver by the way the light reflects off of it. His ears, unlike most people nowadays, were free from any piercings. Upon his chest, in close neighboring of the long scar, was a pitch black dragon tattoo. There was an odd mystical glow about this particular tattoo and it was for good reason. Within this particular tattoo lied the power of the mount that the god of death Anubis rode upon when he was called upon to take a soul to the underworld. It was the Death Dragon. Heika and Anubis had quarreled at one point in time for Heikas insolent theft of the souls that were rightfully his, Anubis was killed and Heika took the Death Dragon for his own in the form of a Tattoo. Heika was able to use the dragons’ wings at any given moment from his normal form. However he can not use them for free flight whenever he chooses, he can simply use them for gliding or 'flying' on a burst of wind generated from his own powers. If anything, the wings serve as a high defense for all around attacks. This tattoo helps Heika achieve a higher state of power, which will be explained further on in these records.

Heikas attire is very elegant and intricately designed. Each piece of the clothing was measured several times to be sure that it would fit him just right. The fabric he wore was hand made of the finest silks that were offered in China in that day. The name of the woman who had made the clothing however has been erased from all history books and memories of olden times. The empire of the Shang dynasty had ordered it because she had been committing treason against the empire. This was over 3000 years ago, and the fabric that he wears still seems as though it has gone untouched by a single day of age. The silk holds a dark blue hue to it as the majority and dominant color but in some places, in which designs were placed upon the silk, the color lightens up so that it stands out against the dark fabric. The designs that were etched upon the silk were that of dragons. The dragons wove themselves all over the fabric, yet not a single one of them touched the other. Those however were upon his back and arms. His chest was left exposed by the fabric as Heika believed that an opponent should always have a direct line to the vital organs, it proved as a challenge should he be up against a strong opponent. The cloth on either side of his body was held in place by a thin rope of cotton that has 2 emblems on each side of the rope. The emblems are wheel like in design with a sapphire jewel in the center. Next to the last emblem on each side were chunks of metal with ivory type designs on them. At the end of the metal were round Onyx gemstones. At the center of the cloth rope there was a solid steel dragon that was wound around itself. The dragons’ eyes, unlike most dragons, were made to seem blue by adding sapphires to the sockets instead of red by adding rubies. Beneath the robe on his legs their rests a pair of thin black cotton pants that allow him to remove the robe at any given moment without going fully nude.

On Heikas waist there are 4 darker than natural straps of blue silk. The cloth started at his hips and wound towards through a metal strap that lied on the back of a metallic face. Those combined with a golden strap along his waist held the face in place. The metallic face was made out of the super strong metal known as Adamantium and it held within it a very angry and evil soul that allowed it to spew forth a pitch black substance that has the texture of fog. This fog could be then used in a number of ways in battle to cause crippling and potentially lethal physical damage. The face itself was simply disgusting in look. The surface is carved with a number of deformities upon it that take the look of scars, horns and facial designs. Atop the faces head are what appears to be flames made of metal. These flames are razor sharp to the touch and can cause deep lacerations by simply running your finger along them. Held in the sides of the face are two intricate daggers, which to the naked eye seemed to just be more designs. But the daggers could be pulled free and then thrown or used freely as they were razor sharp as the flames were. The golden strap around his waist is lined with Purple and Blue Sapphire gems. On Heikas arm, just above his elbow lies a sterling silver arm band that a ruby in the center of it which gleams a fiery red in the sunlight.

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Dragon Style Bankai Physical Description

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Dragon Style Bankai is a technique that was designed, perfected and only used by Heika. To release this form Heika needs to make a laceration that rolls from one side of his right hand to the other so as to dig into the flesh and release blood. That blood must be put on the center of his chest in the shape of an X. Once the X is placed upon his chest the dragon tattoo on his body will seem to come to life and curl itself around the blood and slowly feed off of the energy that is supplied within the blood. As the dragon feasted upon the blood of the X the X would slow begin to get smaller and smaller until it was no longer there and the dragon had curled itself into a tight ball. At that point the part of the dragons’ head where the eyes would be would suddenly light up with a bright red light. That red light would slowly travel along the dragons’ body from head to tail and as soon as the last mili-inch was over taken by this light a blinding bright burst of that same red light would leave Heikas entire body, making those who he was fighting be forced to look away as the light got brighter and brighter. Soon after the light reached its peek a sound of shattering glass would echo through the entire battle field, even if there was nothing for the sounds to reverberate off of.

That glass would be the sound of an ancient seal being released, the seal that kept the Death Dragons powers at bay within his body and now that the powers had been released Heika was able to push himself to a higher point of power. The Death Dragon has its own physical human manifestation that shows itself only upon the release of its energy. In this state however Heika is not in full control of his body and thoughts any longer. The power of the Death Dragon is very overwhelming to even the most trained and powerful warriors the world has to offer so it is able to over ride the senses and take control of the body, giving Heika new personalities of what he should rightfully have. As well in this form Heika suffers constant bleeding from the three most recent wounds that he encountered from the souls he devoured. Meaning that he can either remain in the form and die, being forced to return to the spirit realm, leaving his body where it lie until he was able to return or he could end the transformation if he was able to take back his own sanity before he died.

The physical manifestation of the Death Dragon is one that can be described by many as being 'sexy' but he didn't think of himself as anything more than a fighting machine, though that didn't exactly stop him from making a few friends while he was out. Unlike the form and attire that Heika chooses to wear the Death Dragon has form fitting clothing that is purposely made to reveal his most muscular and toned of features. Most of the time his looks will encourage jealousy to bubble forth from another mans heart and what Heika now had that he didn't and it would push them into a frenzy, making for a better fight in general. Though as it stands Heika has had only one encounter of this happening, it seems as though every fighter nowadays seemed to strive for the perfect body. All of the clothing that was on the Death Dragons body was oddly enough, white. It was pure white, from toe to hair tip his clothes were white. Why? Because the white of his clothing was better suited to bring out the dark red hue of his blood when he was wounded. It lets the opponent know when a strike has been made and just how bad the strike has wounded Heika.

There is not a single thing about the Death Dragons physical manifestation that can be compared to the look of Heika in the slightest bit. The once neck length silvery hair that belonged to Heika would now have grown out until it was passed his shoulders, his bangs now laying in front of his eyes, as well the color will have changed from silver to brown. On his left shoulder there lies a new type of seal, one that is holding Heika in reserve, ready to break free from his binds should he be able to fight the hold that the Death Dragon holds over his body.

I'm submitting a character I made hope everyone likes him.

Synopsis

Mezzo is a completely nuts musician who uses both song an sword as a weapon

Description

He has pure white hair, wears glasses, his cloths are all black but very regal and he is always wearing a cape, some would say he looks like a dark prince of sorts, he's 5'6" tall, and his eyes are pure gray.

Personality

Mezzo's personality changes depending on whether or not he's fighting, when's he's not fighting he's cool, calm, and cold, he will find the one thing a person can't stand to talk about and then just pick at it. When he is fighting his personality changes drastically. He actually switches back and forth between personalities while fighting, going from laughing maniacally and yelling DIE! over and over back to his calm collected self and his switches are completely random with no pattern to them. He can be in one state for as long as several hours to only a few seconds before switching to the other state. Basically he's completely nuts.

Equipment

Mezzo's weapon is a bit of an oddity. Its basically a violin with a blade for a bow. The violin itself is indestructible and can be used as a shield. The weapon is called Sanity's Requiem.

History

Mezzo was born to a wealthy family, his father was a famous composer and his mother a talented violinist. They were very well off and lived very comfortably. It was obvious from a young age that Mezzo had mental issues thought no one was quite sure what exactly he had so he was sent to psychiatric help often from a young age. Even after being evaluated by the top psychiatrists no one was sure how to classify his illness. His constant exposure to psychiatrists did accomplish something though, it aroused in him a great interest in the inner workings of the human mind. Through his studies he was able to compose music that would directly effect the minds of either himself or others, and not always in a good way. The songs were capable of doing almost anything, from bringing someone immense joy, to driving them utterly insane.

In addition to his studies that his father had him undertake, both into the human mentality and music, Mezzo often practiced fencing. He was quite good at it but would often delve into such a ferocious state that he killed more than one of this sparing partners and eventually no one would fence with him. He was eventually able to come up with a song that would keep him calm during battle but even then no one would fence with him.

Eventually his family was visited by a story teller, who told tales of epic battles between light and darkness. Mezzo was fascinated by the stories and was convinced that they held the key to unlocking the mysteries of the human psyche. He delved into studies about the light and darkness but was unable to find much from the books in his fathers extensive library. He eventually decided to seek the truth about light and darkness outside of his home, out in the world. So he set out on a journey to seek the truth in lands unknown not caring what the cost to himself or others, he was hell bent on finding the answers he so craved.

Abilities: Mezzo's abilities vary depending on what mental state he is in. When he is calm he uses different types of songs to generate a variety of effects that both hinder or harm his opponent. When he's over the edge he focuses on one thing and one thing only, drawing as much blood from his opponent as possible, he will not use any abilities what so ever but rather uses his extensive skills in fencing to attempt to kill his opponent.

Songs:
Shadow's Impromptu, summons several shadows to attack his opponent.
The Nightmare's March: Plays a song that causes his opponent to hallucinate and see his worst fears come to life before him
Death's Hymn: Causes his opponent to go completely numb, they can still move but they can't feel anything
Life's Medley: The only way Mezzo can exercise any control over his mental states, this song will keep him relatively stable for a guaranteed 20 minutes.
Joy's Cadenza: A song that causes Mezzo's target to start laughing uncontrollably for a short period of time. The person can be in any mood before the song and it will still have an effect.

Hello everyone, I am going to use my first post here as a contest entry, I have Cacoethes scribendi but I'm not great. 'I Hope You Like What You See!!' I like to do these kinds of things off of the top of my head to test my creativity and writing prowess; I will do the best I can.

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Synopsis: After nuclear war sets the world back several centuries, the Peacekeepers are formed out of the need for protection. Criminals rise up to feed on the weakened population of the world. There is more to this story but Brass Bladdrache is just one of the Peacekeepers.

Description: Taller than the average man, but not overly tall. He has broad shoulders that are built for work; what he used to do was hard labor and transport. His shoulder length dark blond hair tends to blow in his eyes, and being easily irritated he wonders why he just doesn’t cut it short; the reason is the deep pock marks on his jaw-line and cheeks from working in the harsh weather most of his life. If you pay much attention to him you may notice he has a slight limp from an old injury to his right leg.

Name: Brass Bladdrache
Age: 28 years
Race: Human
Size: 6 foot 1 inch / 235 pounds
Hair: Dark-Blond
Eyes: Gray / Green mixed
Country: United States of America
Occupation: Peacekeeper (new era police officer/marshal)

Personality: Brass is serious and quiet. He is determined to maintain security and a level of peaceful living. He is extremely thorough when he performs any task: from cleaning and maintaining his weapons to consulting a rancher or business owner in their security. He is loyal (maybe to a fault) and dependable; he expects the same in return. He has well-developed powers of concentration, once set he is nigh unshakable from his focus. He is highly interested in the support and promotion of traditions and establishments. Super-organized and hard working (too hard, some say) he will always work steadily towards his identified goals. He can, under most circumstances, accomplish any task once he sets his mind to it. His main fault comes from the stresses of recent world crisis’s and the mental toll taken when he lost his entire family. He knows the truth behind the devastation wrought on billions of innocent people and his sense of revenge tends to send his lawful judgments careening out of control toward over-kill or overuse of his law enforcement.

Equipment: From head to toe, Brass looks like a western marshal or sheriff would be expected to look, taking into account that it is centuries later. Dark brown, broken in Stetson sits comfortably atop his long, blond hair. He always wears his dessert brown riding duster, cut for horseback it also protects him from the elements and conceals his armaments (yes, not just weapons but armaments). At any given time he will have any combination of harnesses or straps from shoulder down to his waist to carry a dangerous assortment of arms. His off white, long sleeved work shirt (all of them are pretty much the same) buttons up the front and at the cuffs, to be able to roll them up. His brown dungarees are custom tailored to be sturdier at the points of stress (hips, knees and inner thighs.) His western style leather riding boots are well worn and made to last a lifetime. Strapped to his waist, hanging just forward on his hips he will always be carrying his prized guns: 2 gold-titanium plated Desert Eagle .50AE Mark XIX’s (Durendal and Excalibur named for 2 famous swords in history). He could have any number of other weapons at his immediate disposal, too many to list.

History: In the post 9/11 world countries were posting up defenses and testing their neighbors. Who had the most nukes, which had the best missile defense? Well no one knew who really had the most nukes or who even owned the ones in many of the countries. The Globalist Regime that was pulling the strings in many countries around the world finally played their hand. Launching as many as 50 nuclear weapons across the world, they laid waste to nearly every square mile of land under God's blue skies. In the few decades after what many call "Doomsday" there were less than 1 billion people remaining alive, out of the 6.3 billion estimated before the attacks. Everyone thought that everyone else was doing the attacking, only a few people knew what was really going on.

In those years after, people started to rebuild not cities, but towns or 'establishments'. After a few years of building up and recreating a semblance of society the old dog 'crime' came prancing back into towns across the world. Preying on many people who could not pay or defend from the new criminal organizations, things started to look bleaker for the average people just trying to live. Out of the nuclear fallout came a group of men from around the world. These men had one thing in common; they wanted to stop the crime that was threatening peace and innocence throughout the world. These men recruited and trained men all over the world to be police officers and sheriffs. They had no official establishment, yet, but were the last line of defense for the people who are just trying to get by. They imbued their men with a combination of old laws and new regulations, and these men were ingrained with justice and freedom from oppression as a God given right. Known as the Peacekeepers they were sent to all areas on earth that were trying to get back to life. In a growing establishment outside of what used to be a city in the Central Valley of California, Brass Bladdrache and his Peacekeepers were sent to reclaim peace and bring justice to those who think there is no longer any Law.

Character Sheet Complete

Name: Kauri/Ikari

Race: Angel//Modified

Age: Unknown, appears 16, though last known age is 21.

Gender: Female

Status: Critical

Tier: High

Personality: The person Ikari had once been is gone. In that other life she was innocent, sometimes to the point of naivety. She’d watched the worlds and actions through eyes that didn’t consider things good or evil, just necessary. After her change though she began to take pleasure in the things that some considered evil. She began to relish the destruction that she often times wrought upon places and people. This isn’t to say she herself is an evil person, just that she enjoys it. The innocence was washed away and in its place was left a cynical indifference that borders on permanent sarcasm.

Physical Des: Like her personality her description may change based upon her circumstances. For basics though, her hair changed from black to silver and hangs loose until about the middle of her back. Her eyes were at one point violet in color, almost to seem black, but with her transformation they were shifted to a metallic blue color. At times her eyes can seem to almost spark, and if one looks closely enough you can just make out clusters of nano particles gathered around her irises. Ikari’s body was never designed to be voluptuous, or eye catching. She stands roughly five foot four inches tall, her shape lithe but supple. She would never be mistaken for a boy by her shape, but neither would men find themselves drawn to over-sized breasts. In all aspects of ratio and proportion though, she is perfect.

For clothing she can be seen wearing a gown of black lace, so sheer as if it were spun by spiders, its sleeves falling to her fingertips, and hem to the ground. In times of battle though, she wears a form fitting suit of black fabric, for ease of movement and to be breathable.

Powers, Abilities, Skills:

Nano particles/Angel Dust (Level 10)

As described in her history, these creatures were introduced into her body at infancy, but the unique blood in her veins changed them over time and brought life to their AI makeup. Inside her, around her, they dwell, able to multiply and change at a whim, an instant, where is one so then could be millions with a single thought. In her rebirth she learned that for most of her life those machines had been guided by the love and protection of her siblings, those three that had given their lives in protection of hers. It was their will that protected her body and gave her the tools she needed.

Sacrificial Organisms(10): As every nano particle within her body is a living entity, the self sacrifice the microscopic beings perform for each of Ikari’s creations lends the creations or effects just a little more power than would be normal. The creatures do this for love of Ikari, and the memories they share.

Creation (10): Through no direct command of her own, each time Ikari comes into contact with something unknown the curiosity of her machines will make every attempt possible to infest the object and learn any and all secrets within it. This process can take a few seconds, depending on the size of the object, but once done it creates something of a blueprint in her mind. Through her Alter power she can then change her own machines, or any other matter on hand, into that of the object. Nine times out of ten, when she recreates something it turns out better and more sophisticated than the original product.

Creation//Energy (10): In the same family as her creation of objects, Ikari has the ability to recreate energy sources she has come into contact with, barring they be species unique or incapable of being learned. Through her travels and battles she has learned to create the more normal of energy types, such as photon, plasma, ion, among others. On the other spectrum of this learning she is able to create the atoms separately that make up the energy sources and use them towards other purposes.

Creation//Elemental(10): The ability to convert matter into elements, such as fire, water, ice, air, earth.

Take Over (10): As experience in the space of Solaria, and before, Ikari’s machines have the ability to possess theoretically any machine they come into contact with. Though some, who know no better, may call it hacking everything she does to take over another machine is done mostly on an organic level. The living nano particles will merge with the machine’s circuitry and hardware, using Ikari’s will and the power of their own presence to not-so-simply overwhelm anything put into place to prevent conventional hacking. You have to remember, they are not normal nano particles, but infused with Ikari’s own power and will. In a more simpler way to put it, they assimilate the machine, making it as much a part of them as possible without destroying the purpose of the object.

Survival (10): One of the base principles of the machines is survival, of them and of their Lady. To this end their core purpose is for Ikari to live. In this regard they continuously purge her blood and body of imperfections, destroy any disease or infection that attempts to infiltrate her cells, and repair instantly any tissue damaged. I.E. In her battle on Vento Ikari lost a limb, or two. When something of this magnitude happens her organisms will recreate an arm out of their own bodies, making the limb over ten times stronger than before. While this arm is in use, and is only a shell, the machines are busy beneath the surface rebuilding the severed or heavily damaged limb.



Second Skin (10): In the same family as her skill for survival, the small organisms also react automatically to any object that breaches a set field around Ikari’s body. This field is something akin to a field of particles, invisible but always there. Remember, anywhere Ikari walks or goes her body is continuously producing these creatures and sending them into the air for information gathering. This same principle applies to the cloud that surrounds her. The organisms given this task detect things approaching, analyze them as they pass through their field, and communicate with the body to react accordingly. For example, if a bullet is fired at her it passes through the field, and as it does so is read, analyzed, given a level of threat, and passed along or dismissed. If it is passed along then before the shot can touch her a wellspring of nano particles appears in the area it would hit, effectively stopping it. Ikari also has the option to change the object before it reaches her, if she so wishes, as it’s makeup is read and transmitted instantaneously. A fail safe for this, incase something faster than the speed of light passes through the field, is that the second a piece of skin is breached the breach is flooded with an overabundance of particles, sealing and destroying the object or energy.


Learn (10): Through the power and abilities of her Nano machines, Ikari is always learning new information, about worlds, people, objects, gods, anything that her far flung pieces of self come across, she knows. In times of battle she automatically releases these particles into the area, allowing them free reign to gauge strengths weaknesses, locations, and strategy.

Memory (9): Though not always effective, through her nano power, alter power, and angelic nature she can divulge memories from her targets, objects, or places. This is brought about by the changes her blood has created within the Alter power and the Nano Machines with their sentient life and abilities. Mostly though, this power was awakened by the Awakening of Ikari, through her siblings and her glimpses into other realms, other places.


Alter Power

Alter Origin: When the scientists on her home world discovered that there were other universes than just the one they lived in, they somehow stumbled on something which even the Multi Verse had little knowledge of. An Alter Verse they called it. Within this place there were no planets that they could see, (they could not see a vast amount, as they were looking through a portal the size of a stargate), nor life. The only image they received and could perceive, was color. This other dimension, or verse, was a miasma of vibrancy. To their eyes it appeared as though all colors and no colors were represented there, as insane as that sounded. They experimented with this other verse by allowing small portions of it to leak into their chamber, but nothing would happen. The night when the alter verse woke up was the night or Ikari’s first rebirth. Along with the other pure children, when the portal exploded and drowned the building in its colors, she was drowned and swept away. When they found the children again it was discovered that they had not only nearly been killed, but that they now had frightening new abilities.

Alteration(10): It seems this power was created just to compliment everything that she is, for most of what she has become is centered on this ability. Alone, her machines would be able to morph into other objects and weapons, but with her core made up of a fathomless well of Alter Power, her machines can be changed into anything her mind desires.


Chaos Alter (10): Something she has used rarely, for the results can not be foreseen or controlled. This would be something akin to what happened to her that night when she became different. She would use the raw, unmolded Alter Power as an attack. This blast of Altering would then change the target, but in which ways no one knows. It could be for good, or for bad. She speculates that the outcome hinges on her own mood in the instant of release.

Charge (10): Somewhat similar to charging an object with kinetic energy and then causing it to explode, though on a much larger scale. Instead of chaotic alter, where the purpose is not defined and is free, when she charges something it is with the express purpose of destruction. The difference is that she can specify when she wants it to explode, or charge something and then detonate it with her will when she wishes. If she needs to she can use this same attack to fill shells to be used in her various weapon creations.

Planes (9): A place discovered during one of her battles, but of little use to her other than to store objects, people, and an occasional retreat. The Gray, as she calls this place between spaces, cannot support life, so though she tried she cannot make her home there. It is though, as stated, a handy place to keep things, such as weapons and stuff.
Avengers

Vengeance (10): An unknown type of power, brought about at her Awakening to her true self, when she was taken from Kauri to become Ikari, through the help and bonds of her siblings. The siblings themselves live within her, but not as spirits or souls, more or less as powerful memories, but memories that are able to act, to react, and to assist in times of great need. Their power comes from their death, their sacrifice to save their baby sister, and through that martyrdom rises great strength. It is not so much a power as it could be considered a force, a release. The only time she has ever used it was against the Puppet, on Vento when she was awakened. So far it seems an extremely destructive force, on the level of an immense psychic storm.



Angelic Properties//

Flight(10): She has many different options when it comes to flight, and always assumes she is able to simply based upon her nano particles abilities to fly, but the truth is that flying to Ikari is a base instinct derived from her heritage. At times her nano’s will create metallic wings in place of what are rightfully hers, simply because when they were implanted within her as a baby they read her DNA, and through that the memories of what she once was. To them this is simply right.

Ascendance (10): The true form of this has never been used, or needed, but if it was called upon Ikari would yet again change, this time into the being that had once been her parents, that of something Pure in all its rights and perfect in all its powers. The description is unavailable, simply because it will be based upon her at the time, whether dark or light, but her powers should be multiplied and terrible.


Thrall, Reaver, Unnamed

These are the three beasts that she created during a tournament hosted by House Satori. They are Dark in nature, being brought to life by the matter of the arena she had fought in, and each hold different properties. They shall not yet be described, for during her solitude they merged and took on another form, a sleeper form so to say.

Vhall

Her companion, a black creature, wolf like in appearance, though it can be difficult to discern at times, is called Vhall. She is not sure exactly what he is, or even of what his true forms are, for they were created from her mind in one of her darkest times, and each was given life by the drops of her own blood, save one, the Unnamed.

(Vhall, though unknown to Ikari, is the embodiment of her siblings. The darker part of their angelic pasts merged with the darkness that was around her at the time. They are by nature evil to any but her. Within the bodies of the three has been poured all the pain, suffering, death, destruction, and genocide that the three witnessed in their relatively short lives. In the form of these beasts they have sentient life, but do not themselves know their true nature, only that Ikari is important to them, more so than their own life.)

Vhall is for the moment simply a guardian, but through that guardianship and his essence, through the inheritance garnished from Ikari, like his mistress he has slight powers of Alter and Control. His mind is not that of an animal, but intelligent and connected to Ikari’s.

Alter (8): The ability to change things around him to a degree to better suit what is needed, be it objects, or air.

Link (8): The ability to connect mentally with Ikari and become more or less an extension of her thoughts, her body, more so than he usually is.

Dark Drip (9): His saliva, a darkness that can bring about visions, nightmares, burn holes into virtually anything, destroy matter.

Bite (8): His bite is poison of its own, and if bitten the target is infused with not only nano particles, but poisons and acids.

Shift (8): He is made of a substance not unlike shadows, and into them he can sink, merge, and travel.

Despair (10): At the height of his power, or perhaps the end of his energy, Vhall will become something else, something with four bat-like wings tipped in dripping talons, his body will double in size and power expand greatly. In this state he is capable of only one attack, and that is Rush. In Rush he hurls his entire body and force at the enemy, crashing the full entity of his will and power in that one final attack before his body is swept away.

Split(8): Ability that will come when either commanded, or forced upon him, but he will lose his shape and form, and instead will become the three that created is singular body, Thrall, Reaver, and Unnamed.



Weapons:

Ikari carries no weapon on her person, because everything within her touch is a potential weapon, just waiting to be created. Her favorite types of weapons though are cannons, which she shoots spheres from. These spheres are always filled with something which will decimate and destroy, much to her liking.

I am taking a character from my own book (It hasn't been published yet...Work in Progress). Here's where you can get a basic overview of what it is like (He is in it, but there are no picture of him.): Here.
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Real Name
Tall-Li

Alias & Most Commonly Known By
Ichor

Gender
Presumed to be male

Age
True age, unknown. Presumed age: 500 years

Race
Undead, lich. Was a former human, though he had the height of a dwarf.

Height
125 cm (4 feet and 1.21 inches)

Weight
54 kg

Hair
White. Due to the many centuries that Ichor has lived through, he is almost bald, thin strings of hair on the back of his head, which he usually covers up with a hood.

Eyes
Ichor’s eyes are brown, but unlike the living creatures, his eyes has long since dried out though Ichor uses minor illusion spells to make them look somewhat lively.

Skin Color
Grey, from the centuries of decaying, and there are several spots, especially on his chest, where the skin has decayed completely away, displaying his brown-white bones.

Facial appearance
Ichor certainly doesn’t have the prettiest face to look upon, in fact it is a rumor that he’s so ugly that mirrors breaks when he looks at them.

Ichor doesn’t have much meat left on his face, making it look very emaciated and dried out. His nose is at the beginning to decay away, and the skin at the left side of his chin has decayed so badly that the bone and part of the yellow teeth are showed.
Ichor’s ears are halfway gone, again due to the decay his body is going through, however, insects and animals has helped the speeding of this decay and have bitten large areas off so it looks more like rats has been busy gnawing off his ear than the work of mother nature.

On the top of Ichor’s almost-bald head, there is a small hole in the skin, about 3 cm in diameter, where the skull can be seen, plus there is a small crack where a 10 year old child’s pinky finger can fit and touch his brain, which is still wet and covered in green goo.

Body Built
Ichor has a very fragile looking body. He is hunchbacked, his arms and legs has long since lost what muscle it was suppose to have, giving him a frightful skeletal appearance, when he’s not wearing his rather loose clothes of course.

His fingers are long, for his height, and boney. They have long sharp fingernails that look sharp enough to cut into a man’s flesh, if the right force was used.
When he moves his fingers, the ligament in his hand can be seen clearly moving, as the dry skin hold onto what is left of the body.

Ichor’s chest is, like the rest of him, skeletal and so thin that the bones can be clearly seen. His vital organs have long since stopped working but they are still there, after all the centuries, so he does have some human structure about him.

His feet are much like his hands…bony, fragile looking, and the toes have long and stake-pointy nails.

Personality
Ichor is a mad little fellow. He acts randomly, unpredictably and is one of the hardest allies to control.

He is a mad man, for spending 500, or more, years on the run, having to hide in the slums and witness the horrors that arcane magic can do and conjure has driven him to the point of insanity…yet he isn’t completely insane (as he would describe it). He finds it hard to focus when he isn’t doing something ‘important’.
Ichor has spend much time studying science and magic, thus he is highly intelligent but this intelligence backfires when he’s bored, or feels endangered, and thus his madder mind kicks in and he becomes the little monster that everyone hates and fears.

Ichor is the type who just does what comes to his mind and does it without any further thinking. One time he thought of, jumping through a window, landing on a wagon and then drive off to escape his opponents…it all went according to his plan but he didn’t think of the height he would be jumping from, and ended up with a broken leg, which he just laughed at as he thought his sheer stupidity was more funny than the pain he felt.

Ichor is a hard ally, for his randomness and inability to focus on serious conversations between his allies. It isn’t because Ichor is uninterested in conversations and interrogations, he just doesn’t see how people can kill time talking when they aren’t doing anything physical or saying gory ‘jokes’.
He does, however, give you his undivided attention, if the topic is about science and magic, for those are two of his favorite subjects to discuss (excluding the Religion War era, for then Ichor realized that he needed to be serious if he wished to survive, plus the horrors of war still scars him to this day).

Ichor, to much surprise, enjoys listening, or directing, to classical music. Whenever he hears this gender of music he waves his arms to the beat, closing his eyes and lets the notes of music flow into his mind and calms him down.
When Klause Von Stein’s life is talked about, Ichor becomes silent and sits for a while and then leaves the place to be alone. This is because of his past, and his interaction with this Klause Von Stein, whom was his closest friend while he was alive.

Famous Quotes and Actions
-”Now. I am the puppet master, and you are my puppet!” Then the veins of the man flies through the skin, and then tightens around Ichor’s hands, like strings, ”Start dancing!”

-”You know…Smoking is good for your health. Look at how quickly it killed me!”

-”Sanity is for the insane!...Ooh! Puppy!”

-"Knowledge belongs to everyone."

-”You see a wife,” Ichor then kills the husband, ”I see a widow!”

-”Rest in peace my friend,” Ichor kneels beside a dead Dark Knight and closes the man's eyes, ”I hope you enjoyed your peace, for you are going back to that battle!” He then casts a Raise Undead spell and makes the newly dead man come back as a mindless slave.

-”You just hate me because I’m short!”

-Takes a glass filled with whiskey and pours it into his eyes, ”It burns!”

Spells
Ichor, despite his weak appearance, is one of the most powerful creatures that exist from his home world, and he can do several spells at the same time, in order to avoid filling in pages of spells that he can cast, those who will be mentioned are those he knows from the top of his skull. They are the following:

Speed of the Devil
This is one of the most frequent used spells Ichor knows. He turns the arcane power he has into energy that his body can use, allowing him to move with demon-like speed. Only Ichor knows how long this spell lasts, as he is the only one who knows the boundaries for his own powers.

Claws of Steel
This spell transforms his hands into steel claws, which are both sharp and pointy. He uses it along with Speed of the Devil, to kill his opponents faster.

Bolt of Shadow
Ichor sucks together nearby shadow, no matter how weak they may be, concentrates it so it becomes a spell that is as dangerous as the Fire Ball.
Normally, it takes time to suck the shadows together and then concentrate the bolt, but Ichor, after centuries of practice, has mastered the spell so well that he can do it within moments.

Undead Healing
Like many other Undead creatures, Ichor can heal severe wounds, though he cannot heal wounds that are has damaged his head or heart.

Shadow Portal
This is like teleportation, although Ichor has to use shadows and darkness to travel with. Even for a master of magic, like Ichor, this spell requires a lot of focus, and he can’t do it while the sun is beaming down on him, he has to be in shade to perform such a spell.

Illusion
This is Ichor’s favorite spell…for when he does this spell, he lets his ‘creative’ part of his mind to go wild. Most of his illusions are about how he slowly tears his victim apart, and since he has mastered this art of magic perfectly, he is able to make the mind think that the physical body is in pain…thus when he delivers the final blow against his opponent, it causes a heart attack and the entire body system shuts down.

For example, he once made a man think that Ichor pulled out all his veins and used them as ‘puppet strings’ thus his brain couldn’t handle it (as it couldn’t see the difference between reality and what Ichor was showing it) and he died after a few minute of Ichor being the ‘Puppet Master’.

Blue Fire Ball
This is like a Fire Ball spell, however, instead of using normal fire, he uses blue fire from hell, which attach themselves to the object that it touch.

The Third Law of Nature
This is a spell where Ichor enforces Sir Isaac Newton’s Third Law of Motion. He basically, uses his arcane power to create an unseen force that makes any moving object hit an equal force, causing an abrupt stop. He often uses this when projectile weapons are fired at him.

The Dead Never Rests
This spell does so that all the dead around him come back to life as his mindless, will-less minions. They go under the category ‘Undead’, and thus are defenseless against divine magic.

Weaknesses
Ichor is like many of the combined undead. He is weakest when sun is shining directly at him, he cannot cast spells on holy grounds (yet even enter holy grounds), and when he is hit by divine magic, he suffers great pain and agony, plus he might become madder from the pain.

Ichor has a phylactery, an object needed to become a lich and it contains his soul. This is his ultimate weakness, as the destruction of this item not only destroys his physical body, but also his spiritual form, permanently preventing him from ever coming back to the material world.
This phylactery is the necklace of his mother, it contains paintings of herself and her husband, along with their names at the bottom of their paintings. To Ichor, this treasure is worth more than all the gold, diamonds, and valuable paintings added together, and he would never, even to the exchange of the knowledge of the entire universe, trade it away. He has hidden this item somewhwere in the world he originates from, where Ichor has forgotten.

As an undead, Ichor looses certain senses, such as his ability to smell and taste, his eye sight and hearing is in the meantime improved, it still effects his ability to react, for he wouldn’t notice his clothes being on fire before he would feel the flame licking up his body, or taste the difference between a juicy slice of meat and the rotten flesh of a long dead corpse

Weapons, Armor& Clothes
Ichor doesn’t use any weapons when he fights, although he does like the shiny armor, it is hard for him to find any in his size. He prefers to use his hands (after he has casted the spell Claws of Steel) and the spell he knows.
He does, however, use weapons when he needs to perform rituals and certain spells, and such conditions also affect the clothing he wears.

Ichor is usually seen wearing cult dark robes, living up to the traditional image of an evil cult member, or the typical image of a necromancer.
It isn’t known if Ichor changes his clothes, for the smell of decay is far stronger than the smell of unchanged clothes (which only the gods knows has been through how many severs, and how many crypts these clothes has been through).

History
Ichor…his name is now only said in whispers, he is wanted all over his home world for being the greatest undead mad man on the loose who has evaded the Holy Church of Lunian for half a millennia.
It is said that Ichor was born as an evil little being, only knowing to destruction and death…that he enjoyed spreading misery and pain from a very young age, and that his parents were some of the first to suffer from his vile deeds.

All of this….is just a bunch of lies, made up by the Church to make the world hate Ichor and everyone else who was a member of the Klause Von Stein Cult.
Since there are no exact documents about Tall-Li’s age until he became a lich, it is believed that he was 25 years old when he entered the College of Magic.

Ichor was born in a wealthy middle class family, in the Empire 278 years, After the Founding of the Lunian Church, but back then he wasn’t called ‘Ichor’, his name, back then, was ‘Tall-Li’.
Tall-Li, was tall for the kids in his childhood, but the growth eventually stopped and he became the height he is today. He went to a great school, got some of the finest grades, he then entered the Empire’s finest University where he had outstanding grades, after graduating university, he was offered to enter the Empire College of Magic, which he accepted.

In the College of Magic, Tall-Li fell in love with the many subjects of magic; arcane, fire, frost, enchantment, illusion, limited conjunction, and transmutation were some the subjects he could take, and though Tall-Li was dying to take them all, the college only allowed him to study one subject.
Feeling that he was being treated unfair, Tall-Li decided that he would go against the system and learn all the subjects, but the teachers would only see him study arcane magic…It worked in the short term, he studied vigorously, reading thick books within hours, memorizing spells and practicing several rituals in secret, he became one of the most talented wizards in the College, but his secret deeds didn’t stay secret for as long as he wanted it to.

One day, while he was practicing a newly read spell, under the category ‘Enchantment’, he was seen by the teacher of transmutation, and he was reported to the Headmaster of the College.
Tall-Li was given a choice, continue studying Arcane Magic under strict supervision, in order to avoid him learning anything else or be banished from the College, forever. Stubborn as Tall-Li was, he demanded to be explained why he couldn’t study the subjects he wished and the answer was simple:
”Traditions…We follow traditions in this college.”

Outraged Tall-Li was banished from the College of Magic, though his last act, before being thrown at the gate was to destroy all documental evidence there was that he had ever gone to the school, though they were rewritten later.

Leaving the Empire, Tall-Li used his family finance to travel to the Heckclown Union, the only country where committing a crime was legal, as the kingdom was ruled by the major gangsters of the world.
There, he bought many illegal spell books, stolen from the various kingdoms throughout the world and he started his own college, which was a mixture of studying science and magic, and this particular college attracted many wizards who had the same thirst for knowledge as Tell-Li, and one of these wizards were called ‘Klause Von Stein’.

Klause Von Stein was an educated doctor and an above average wizard in conjunction, he had a vast fortune, both earned and inherited, and like Tall-Li, his thirst for knowledge was undying.
Tall-Li and Klause began to work together, using their money to hire thieves who traveled across the world and gathered spell books from the Colleges of Magic. It went great for the two, their own college became a center of learning, and with contacts with several Gang Lords whom they paid and in return they ensured that the college didn’t loose any of its materials or staff members.

One day Klause brought up the idea of ‘creating own form of magic.’ Tall-Li was, at first, rather skeptical, for according to history, it took generations to create a new school of magic, not to mention that the source where the magic would come from, but eventually Klause managed to get Tall-Li convinced. The idea that Klause had was ‘bringing life to the dead.’
Tall-Li’s first respond was: “That is purely illogical. Once you are dead, you can’t come back to life!”
However, according to a newly arrived book about the powers of Divine Powers, it was possible to bring the dead back to life, though the body took damage, the soul would come back to its original body and the wounds would heal.

First of all, Klause and Tall-Li spend a year to study the Divine powers that the Church possessed, afterward they practiced a series of experiments to get the hang of how the powers worked, and afterward they did a series of grave robberies and got their needed corpses.
Using a combinations of science (or…the classical electricity) and the limited divine powers the two men possessed, they did their experiments on their dug up corpses, and after untold many attempts to bring life to the corpses, bringing the two men at the point of giving up, they finally managed to bring a simply, newly killed man to life…but he didn’t live like the priests in the Church could do it, no, this, this…thing didn’t have a will, it did however understand full conversations and obeyed without any hesitation, it walked and moved its limps like it was a living person and this brought much interest to the college, which was now forming itself into a secret cult, which devoted itself to study every topic they could think of.

The cult, now called ‘The Seekers of Knowledge’, continued to investigate the types of ‘undead’ and perfected the spell that Tall-Li and Klause had discovered, and they moved beyond it, being able to bring back skeletons and even ghosts and dead spirits, they began to widen their influence beyond the Heckclown Union and into many other kingdoms, their small cult began to grow in size, and their monthly income increased as well as they rented out ‘Church Approved books’ which contained information that many libraries and schools had never heard of before.

Though no one could have foreseen the terrible incident when Klause, the now appointed leader of the cult, went to the Empire to demonstrate the newly discovered form of magic, which they had named ‘Necromancy’. Amongst the crowd, there weren’t just powerful wizards, but religious lords of the Empire and archdukes of the church, and they all disapproved the newly discovered art of magic and accused Klause for being a heretic and his cult for being a threat to the world.

Klause was placed against a wall and filled with arrows, though his corpse was supposed to have been burned as well but Tall-Li and other high ranked members of The Seekers of Knowledge prevented this and brought Klause’s body back and buried it in a secret place.

After that, there was a full scale inquisition throughout the world, seeking out the member of the cult and killing them and burning their libraries and destroying their laboratories. Outraged with these actions, Tall-Li took command of the cult and declared war against the Church, making his fellow cult members raise hordes of undead and caused a global terror for the endless hordes of the undead.

The war lasted for five long years, then Tall-Li was convinced that they couldn’t win the war, and even if they did they didn’t want global power, so the undead armies were disbanded, some went back to their sleep while others roamed the world, terrorizing whoever and whatever they got in contact with for a while before they were hunted down.
The size of the cult had dropped by three quarters of its original size. Tall-Li, at the brink of old age took a crucial decision and did a ritual that bound his soul to his mother’s necklace, he no longer needed to fear death’s cold shadow and he could now continue, and ultimately end, with what Klause and he started and try to rebuilt the size of the cult and continue the purpose of the cult, which had now renamed itself to ‘The Cult of Klause Von Stein’, and Tall-Li renamed himself ‘Ichor’, a name he knew the world would soon respect and fear when he had rebuilt the power that his cult once had.

Ichor went into hiding, along with the few other cultists, and continued his studies in peace, growing in knowledge and power by every passing decade, using both real and false gold coins to hire thieves to steal the needed books and materials he needed to increase his collection knowledge.

Decades passed by, and the war between the Church and the Cult of Klause became history. The cult didn’t recover from the war, however, it remained weak and few in numbers as they were captious with who they allowed into their cult now (even after a hole century of peace).
They continued their researches for more knowledge, gaining money from lending their service to powerful Gang Lords who needed the arcane powers that the cultists possessed for beating their rivals in their Gang Wars.

The centuries which Ichor spent sheer loneliness with his fellow cultists, who lived and died, new were recruited and old friends died, wasn’t what made him the little mad monster we know him today, no far from it. Ichor endured the pain of seeing friends and fellow believers come and go, he was grew used to the Gang Wars that he participated in, the death and destruction he caused became a part of his daily life, he saw it like the time when he fought for the survival of his cult though not in as dire situations.
Ichor also spent many more centuries memorizing spell books, letter by letter, doing the same experiment over and over till he could do them blindfolded. He invented spells and rituals of his own that he, and his cult, only knew of.

Roughly at year 698, After the Founding of the Lunian Church, a global war broke out. The Church’s new Pope, Storma II, had declared war against all heresy throughout the world as the war mongering believers of Bromiere, The Angel Butcher, were harassing the Church’s borders in the North, the vile demon worshippers of Netharzeem, The Twisted, were making the roads, forests and fields between the Empire and the Hemillion Kingdom, plus massive Pagan armies were coming from the Barbarian Tribe Lands and were raiding the lands of Dutchy Rysan.
The Church was responding to this with violence and had the kingdoms of the world united to fight this war, which became known as ‘The Religion War’.

Ichor was contacted by Dracul, the High Summoner of Netharzeem and met, in secret, with Saud Thu, The Chosen One, Br'nard Even'star, Pagan Chieftain of Chieftains, and Mortorn, King of the Orcs. The five men agreed to band together and fight the church, though they never agreed on any tactics, leaving every heretical faction for themselves, in the beginning at least.

Ichor made the few members of The Cult of Klause Von Stein transform themselves from mortal beings into liches and then they raised massive armies from the dead Gang members, entire graveyards were emptied as their ranks were filled up, and then the South East of the Papal State with a third of the Orc horde coming to aid them from the north, the Eastern lands of the Papal State was quickly conquered and the uncountable horde moved westward, towards the capital of the Papal State, Curia.

The Akadian Kingdom, the most technical advanced kingdom came to the aid of the Church, for the first time introducing the world to gunpowder, flintlock muskets, pistols, canons and mortars, they combined raw technology with divine powers to hold off the undead waves and the orcish horde.
Ichor knew that focusing all the liches on a single battlefront would be a waste of good talents, thus he had the Gang Lords, whom were now terrified by his powers, smuggle half a dozen liches throughout the world, which would then terrorize the regions they were in, causing both internal and external problems for the kingdoms.

During this era of warfare, Ichor was slowly loosening his sanity. He was used to killing maybe a dozen humans on the streets for coins but…slaughtering hundreds of soldiers? Butchering uncountable many civilians? This was where Ichor began to slide slowly towards madness.
The sight of the gore, witnessing the destruction of dozens of cities whom he thought only existed in the heavens above, and then seeing the floods of blood flow through the streets. The smell of the gore, the carnage greater than any previous war was pulling his logic deeper and deeper into the ocean of insanity…and the worst of it all was, it was him who gave the orders!

Something unexpected happened within the first three months of the war, paladins began to betray the church and pledge themselves to The Cult of Klause. Ichor, at first, thought they were spies, thus had them killed, animated as undead knights and send off to the front lines, but the almost steady flow of knights who were turning their back to the Church made Ichor realize what was really happening…The very knights who had sworn to defend these lands with their lives were now giving up and wanted to size a chance to continue living.
Thus the Dark Knight Order was formed, with Henry the Dark Bringer as their grandmaster. These knights were taught the basic necromancy, and used a combination of dark and divine magic to battle.

Ichor, his undead armies and the orcish hordes were now a day’s march away from Curia. Having defeated the armies of both the Church and the Akadian Kingdom, and raised them as their undead slaves, they had an army which could take the massive with force within days!
Just as Ichor gave the order for attacking Curia, his army, and the orcs, were attacked from their backs by the elves who lived in the forests in the Papal State, and they had come out from their hiding to stop Ichor from causing anymore destruction to the human world.

Unprepared by this sudden attack, thousands upon thousands of orcs, undead, and Dark Knights were butchered by the elven arrows and swords. The liches’ magic couldn’t match the elemental powers that the elves controlled with grace and perfections.

Being attacked by the elves and humans from Curia, Ichor gave the order of a massive retreat back to the closest city that they had recently conquered.

For the following five years, Ichor and the last thousand orcs stood their ground there, battling between the Church, Akadian, and elven armies with control over this metropolis town, which was slowly being grinded closer and closer to dust as the war machines rarely stopped their bombardment and the spells both factions casted caused massive damages both to the city and nature around it.

Now it said click in Ichor head. He began to appear more and more near the front lines, his orders became more suicidal and the choice of spells he casted became more diabolic. He made knights die as easily as peasants, and was singing children songs while he did so!
His appearance on the battlefield caused the Papal, Elven and Akadian soldiers to tremble in fear, he became know as ‘The Midget of Death’, ‘Ichor, Lord of Destruction’ & ‘Him!’
Not matter how many Ichor murdered, no matter how many he tore apart, he still couldn’t make his army gain much more land than that single town, which was being reduced to dust and ruins, and was populated by millions of dead corpses.

Ichor learned, over the five years, that the was going equally badly for the Pagans, Bromiere and Netharzeem worshippers. The sudden appearance of the elves had shocked them all and they had lost considerably large numbers, crippling their armies horribly.
The Church had send archdukes to the Hemillion Kingdom, who summoned angels from the heavens, who then battled the abyssal demons and devils that the Netharzeem cultists summoned from hell, the flintlock and gunpowder fueled weapons were distributed to the Northern borders of the Church, and the Bromiere armies were shot down and blown apart, even the numerous reinforcements that were coming down from the Barbaric Tribe Lands didn’t help, instead it just helped to make the carnage even worse.
Mortorn, who had been busy invading the Dutchy Rysan, was being beaten back, as the Rysan army was getting help from the Empire, who had one of the most organized army.

A year passed by. More slaughter, destruction and carnage was added throughout the world as the war continued, now in the favor of the United Kingdoms and Empires.
Ichor is informed that that Saud Thu tried to do a last military attack against the Church’s armies, and attacked a castle which was the key way between the Northern borders of the Church’s land and the Hemillion Kingdom, and had brought tens of thousands of the final Pagan forces with him, including Br'nard Even'star.
They failed, Saud was killed in a duel against a captain called Saxious, and Br'nard was blown into pieces be a mortar, their army was slaughtered in the streets of the castle, and their corpses that were piled up against the walls almost reached the top of the walls.
Saud, and Br'nard’s attack against the castle had failed, though they had managed to weaken the Northern border’s army so well that in the future there wouldn’t be enough soldiers to patrol the forests and fields to hold away all the pagans and orcs that would come, and the castle had been damaged so badly, it resembled more of a ruin than the mighty castle it used to be…but the price had been the two leader’s life, along with ten thousand other pagans and Bromiere Heretics’ lives.

After a total of seven years of war, Ichor ordered a retreat of his cult and the orcs, as their numbers had been lowered dangerously, making them valuable to the Church Armies. The Cult of Klause retreated back to the Heckclown Union, while the orcs returned to their own lands. During the retreat the dark Knights and the Klause cultists were separated, as they were hotly pursued by the elves and Papal State.
Ichor believed they were safe in the Union, and that the church wouldn’t pursue them into the lands of the criminals…he was wrong, the Church ordered the Inquisition, led by High Inquisitor Jahn the Heretic Slayer, to hunt down all Heretics in the Heckclown Union.

The ‘hunt’ turned into genocide, as the Gangs of Heckclown were believers of Conagh, the God of Outlaws, thus considered Heretics by Jahn. This started the War of Light and Shadows, between the Church and the Conagh worshippers.
The Gangs used their assassins to kill the Inquisitors, high ranked soldiers, and more three dozen assassination attempts were made against the Pope. The cities were torn apart as genocide continued and more and more troops were being deployed to help the Inquisition. The Klause cultists and thousand Gang members fought against the Inquisition on the streets, making them run red with blood, and the reports of these battles just encourages other nations to send in troops to gain Papal Favor.
In the end, it was an all out genocide that almost destroyed the entire country, till the empire stepped in and placed an embargo on all the kingdoms who contributed to the slaughtering, which resulted with the Inquisition running low on supplies and it stopped, after 6 months of pure, merciless killing.

During this period, Ichor’s cult was reduced to a number of four liches, and thirty mortals. Afraid that they would all be killed in this war, they snuck their way out of the Union, through the Eastern lands of the Papal State, from where they stole a ship and took sails.

The Cult of Klause Von Stein had become a group of nomads now; they traveled first to the Empire, where they made ‘evidence’ appear, so that captain Saxious was accused for committing war crimes, and torture of civilians. This made captain Saxious go on trial, which he lost and was exiled from the lands where Lunian’s religion was the major religion.
Afterward, the cult traveled through the world, disguised as wizards being sent to minor fronts where there still were pagan warbands, or orcish clans raiding, they made their way to Veresa Kingdom, where they settled down. The living members used what was left of their treasure to start a college, which then became one of the most successful colleges in the Veresa Kingdom, thus the king financed the college, allowing the cult, who still held low profile, to expand the college enough to allow the remaining four liches, Ichor, Da Thuun, Hen Da, and Wohen Hao, to hide in the basement of the college.

The four liches acted like head teachers of the school in the basement, grading the essays and reports the students wrote, allowing the living members of the cult to have more freedom in the new society.
Everything was fine, Ichor and the other liches actually liked their new job, despite Ichor’s mental and emotional instability from the Religion War, they were sure that they could stay there…and who knew, maybe the world would forget about this war in a few centuries time?

Five lovely years passed by, the world for the first time seeing international peace between their borders and religion. Countries recovered from the war, economies became better and old soldiers settled back home with their wives and kids…well almost everyone was happy.

There came a message from a group of Bromiere Heretics, whom had survived the war. They were trying to gather together all the cults and Heretics, so they weren’t spread out, weak, and easy targets for the Inquisition.
Ichor, and the cult which had grown a little in its numbers, traveled to the Eastern coasts of the Empire, where Dracul High Summoner of Netharzeem, Henry the Dark Bringer, Valdimir the Destroyer (a former general of the Church who was exiled for slaughtering a hole city because it contained a few Klause cultists), and Saxious, who had turned into a Bromiere Heretics, the captain whom Ichor had exiled because of the false evidence which Ichor didn’t mention anything about.

Saxious proposed that they banded together and tried to do a second attack against the Papal State, but this time, they would attack Curia, its capital, kill the Pope, and his successors, and then watch as the world would crumble down as their religious leaders would be gone.

Ichor is now currently working on rebuilding the former army he led during the Religion War along with Henry, his knights, and his cult members.
Ichor doesn't look forward for the suffering that will come, no...he looks forward to read the many books that the Papal State has in its private library, after all, "Knowledge belongs to everyone."

Even though I added her history, it is not a must read. It is mostly for reference as a lot of the items she has and some of the stuff in her profile she obtained threw her life. Her history explains how she got it or what happened.
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Name: Oni Lee Ignasha
Aliases: "Princess"
Age: 48,254
Gender: Female
Race: Ice Dragon, Angel, Hell fire Demon, Vampire

Allegiance: N/A
Rank: N/A

Relationship Status: Single
Love Interest: None
Sexuality: Straight

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110lbs
Hair: Blue, long, reached mid back
Eyes: Deep crystal blue with flecks of gold
Skin: Pale, smooth as silk, cool to the touch, light blue tinge
Body: Slender, athletically built

Physical Description: Oni is five feet six inches tall and weighs one hundred and and ten pounds. Her skin is a pale white with a small hint of blue to it. She is always cool to the touch, but she is warm blooded. Her hair is blue and falls down past her shoulders and stops around the middle of her back. On the op of her head is a pair of blue fox ears and on her rump is a long blue fox tail. Her body is slender, but she has the build of an athlete, her body having the curves in all the right places. Her face is slightly oval with well defined cheek bones and a strong chin. Her eyes are almond shaped and she has a short rounded nose, full plush blue lips, and blue arching eyebrows.

Theme song Scars: Papa Roach

Date of Birth: June 14
Zodiac: Gemini
Origins: In history
Parents: Nickodemus-Father Linsera-Mother, Both Deceased.
Skills: Creation and manipulation of elements, manipulation of energy, sword mastery, hand to hand skills

Abilities:
*[Energy Blast]-A burst of energy from Oni coming in varying forms. It ranges from a ball of energy to a large blast of energy that explodes off of Oni's body like a shock wave. It takes up to half a turn to charge and can very from weak to incredibly strong.
*[Ice vines]- This is where Oni uses her power of ice to craft large vines in order to bind and hold her opponents. This attack is easy to get out of if you have some for of heat
*[Thousand Exploding Needles]- This is an attack where Oni removes a single strand of her own hair. Using her own energy and a bit of Alchemy she turns that single hair into a thousand needles, and upon impact with anything solid they explode. They are not very powerful, but they do damage and can kick up a lot of debris.
*[Blaze]- Oni is able to create and manipulate a strange light blue fire. It burns like ice and fire at the same time, but at the same time leaves her opponent feeling cold.
*[Ice daggers]-This is an attack made purely of ice. They are shards of ice the size of daggers and just as if not sharper then they are. They can cut threw anything but diamond and most metals.
*[Skating Rink]- This is where Oni freezes the ground using the moisture in the ground and her own ice powers. This covers a good one mile area and covers all rocks and imperfections in the ground, making for a smooth surface. This ice melts fast though, making the surface extreamly slippery. Oni is able to use her ice powers to move over the surface easily and unhindered by the water. If a large patch of the ice is melted while Oni is skating over it she will hit the ground under and fall, causing herself damage.
*[Boulders]- Oni rips large boulders or chunks of the earth from the ground and launches them at her opponent. This is mostly a distraction, though it will do a lot of damage if it hits. Oni has no control over the boulders or chunks once she has launched them at her opponent, meaning that if they send them back she will have no way of stopping them.
*[Ice Pillars]- Where Oni uses her powers and the moisture in the ground to create tall ice pillars. They burst from the ground rather quickly and Oni often uses them on a rushing opponent to try and slow them down.
*[Sonic Scream]- In this attack, Oni tries to get in close to her opponent. While in close she will suck in a deep breath and let out a loud sonic scream either at them, or directly into their face. She can use this maybe three times in a fight, but it hurts her throat to do it.

Personality

Oni is outgoing and honorable, wanting to do the right thing all of the time. She can have a bit of a temper when insulted or pushed the wrong way, but she is loyal to the death and loves with all of her heart, which is why her heart gets broken all the time. Her bouts of depression are terrible, taking her to the edge of her life, and some times over it. She can be overly happy and annoying at times, being a smart ass while fighting and often playing around or joking with people. She tries to make friends as often as she can, knowing that she will lose many of them to time.

Equipment

Clothing: Oni wears a blue tank top with the left strap broken and missing. The tank top cuts off just above her bellybutton, leaving the lower half of her stomach exposed. Just under her naval, her pants, just as blue as her tank top, start and don't end until her ankles. On both sides of her pants are slits, exposing her skin. Her pants and her tank top are made of some cotton like material that is resistant to fire, but is cut just as easily as normal clothing.

Weapons: Oni has one main weapon. This weapon goes by the name of Dibanku. This blade started out as a powerful demon lord who crossed Oni's father. As a result the demon lord was killed, his soul trapped until Oni's father crafted a weapon made out of steel from the fires of the underworld and the scales and claws of a dragon. The lord's body and soul were infused into the blade, trapping his power and mind withing the metal and creating a living blade.

Dibanku is approximately six feet long, from the tip of the blade to the tip of the hilt. The metal of the blade is a dark gray while the hilt is all black, with a strange warped tear drop as the top of the hilt. Attached to the tear drop is a small chord with some sort of red fur attached to it, the fur being the hair from the demon lord himself. Near the tip, on the blade, are runes. They say the name of the blade, and grant Oni full access to the blade. No one else is able to hold that blade due to the powers that lurk within it.

Amulet: The amulet that rests around Oni's neck is in the shape of a four pointed star. In the middle in a blue gem, and within that gem are three crystals shards. One is green, one is black, and one is brown. In those crystals in the soul of someone that Oni had loved and had to kill because they turned sides and had tried to kill her or someone she loved.

This amulet not only holds the souls, but it also focuses all of Oni's power in her body. If someone was to take her amulet away from her, then they would command her and all of the power that she possesses.

Bags: Oni has two small bags that she uses to hold money, but the main bag that she uses is not much larger then the money bags. This bag is unique though. For this bag is able to hold an almost infinite amount items. This bag is just three inches long and made of a soft deep brown leather.

History

...Oni's life begins when she was born over forty thousand years ago. Oni was born to a beautiful vampire goddess of the heavens named Lisnera and an evil dragon god named Nickodemus. She was a beautiful baby with curly blond hair and shining red eyes, and weighing no more then seven pounds. Both her parents were happy and for a few years they lived happily but with a deep secret that soon would destroy their lives.

When Oni was three Nickodemus brought a young human girl into their house and locked her away in a hidden room. For two years Nickodemus and Lisnera would go into the room leaving Oni with her dragon they had given her at birth. Oni hated when her parents left her but to keep her self busy she would go with her dragon, she named Keri, into the forest to explore.

The day Oni knew something was wrong was the day Nickodemus decided to bring Oni into the room. Lisnera protested but Nickodumus backhanded her and brought Oni with him. in the room was a large cage that held the girl Nickodemus brought. He called her Raven. The room was also filled with many strange gems, jars, wands, and pools of glowing liquid. He set Oni on a stool and from that day till Oni was fifteen subjected Oni and the girl called Raven to many horrors that altered not only their bodies but their minds as well. Oni's hair turned blue as did her eyes. She grew fox ear and a tail and gained new abilities that she could not hope to master.

The girl called Raven also changed. Her skin turned black and she grew massive wings that took up most of her cage if she opened them. Her hair also changed to an unnatural black and the girls eyes turned red. As Oni watched the transformations of both her self and the girl called Raven she began to consider them sisters.

The time came when Nickodemus let the girl called Raven out of her cage and kicked Oni out of the house. Oni watched as Raven slaughtered both Nickodemus and Lisnera and blew up the house. Her grief was more then she could bear and she staggered off into the forest wounded by explosion.

After two day in the forest Oni was found by a scientist from another world. Her took Oni in and nursed her back to health. When she was well enough to work he began to train her in the use of her powers. When a new power would appear Oni would tell him and he would do anything to have it appear again. After a few years with the scientist he began to send Oni out into the world to retrieve things for him. Every time she went out the missions he sent her on got harder and harder for her to do. Finally on her last mission she returns with out it accomplished. In his rage at her failure the scientist removes both of Oni's lower arms just below the elbow.

For days Oni lay in a coma from the pain on a table as the scientist reconstructs new bionic arms for her. When Oni woke again she had new arms and a burning rage to match her power. In one attack Oni killed the scientist and blew up his lab. In the blaze that consumed the lab Oni saw her mother. And was cursed with a strange power amulet that would keep her soul from passing on. Every time she died she would return and have to suffer wit the memories of her past for all time. She was also cursed with a black dragon scar that ran from the base of her spine to the left side of her face, and only be seen in the light of fire.

Oni then wandered the world for countless years doing as she pleased trapped in an evil uncontrollable frenzy. She was then cursed once more by an old witch. The witch put on Oni the curse that Oni could never love a man who loved her in return. All men who loved her would die or be torn from her. This curse was burned on Oni's stomach as a scar in the shape of a lily and could only be seen by fire light.

After being cursed of the second time Oni wonders the planet till she found her way home back to the mountains of Shizume where she was frozen in ice till her evil frenzy could be controlled. After many years in the ice Oni was set free and brought to the last village of the dragon people. There she was taught in the ways of the dragon demons. She learned every thing from them and soon left to the city below. There she met a man named Lemonde and soon fell in love with him. But the city came under war and all of Shizume was destroyed. Devastated that her home was gone Oni set out to find her sister Raven and return an amulet given to her. Oni finds a forest and soon that forest becomes her home. Lemonde was in the forest as well but soon he disappears and Oni sets out to find him.

While looking for Lemonde and still trying to find her sister, Oni began to travel to other worlds, trying to see if her sister had gone to another place in order to escape. She went to one world, and found a powerful man named Neblous. The two soon became close friends, and would have become more if Oni had not found her sister. By using the magic Neblous had Oni was able to track her DNA and that of her sister. Not long after, she finds her sister and returns the amulet. Never able to return to the world of Neblous, Oni is forced to once again move on.

Upon finding Lemonde again Oni is forced to kill him and his soul gets trapped in her power amulet. Torn from her loss Oni returns to her forest home and is soon locked in battle with a powerful demon named Slash and soon taken as one of what was called a soul pack victim by all others. Feeling the new power course through her Oni finds it hard to control her evil blood and turns to help her new and forced master many times. In the midst of fighting for her master and trying to control her evil on takes on a woman named Demona and her two other half's, Estima and Lamore.

When she finally conquers her foes she finds that the curses put on her were working and her heart was broken into many pieces. Three men she loved either died or left her in that time leaving her to sort things out for her self. She then comes face to face with her father again and must fight him to keep her evil blood in line. But when he is locked away in the blade of another love she finds that the evil is in control and any battle would set it off. Many times she changed and many people and creatures she killed in the midst of an evil frenzy.

While fighting her father and her evil rage Oni falls in love with a man named Lavitz. She soon bore him children, twins. One was a girl Oni named Tika. Tika had silver hair and red eyes and the ability to control the stars and starlight. The other was a boy Oni named Jorden with brown hair and green eyes. He had the ability to control the earth. Both grew fast and soon left Oni to live out their own lives. Oni still lives in that forest but travels back and forth between the forest and Havencrest still trying to find a way to free her self of the curses. But she has a bit of hope. A man named Glynn, that had been with Oni through every thing, had pledged his love for Oni and tried to free her from the soul packt, only to fail and loose himself to the same curse that every other man fell prey to.

It was not long after that, Slash confessed his Love for Oni, explaining that he had loved her from the moment he loved her and so he had brought her into his world in order to watch over her. Oni gladly accepted his love, but found that soon, he was gone once more.

After Slash Left an old friend came back to meet Oni once more. A cyborg by the name of Y-DOC. He had met Oni many years before and had traveled with her for a short time, but the two of them split due to conflicting quests they were on. Oni traveled with him to a strange forest and after a few years of the two of them fighting to protect the people there, they found a transporter that brought them to a large cavern. Inside this cavern was a large orange red stone that gave off it's own energy. The two of them took a few shards, not knowing that later on, it would cause them more trouble.

The two traveled back to the forest that Oni called home and Oni found a girl named Mora, a pure dragon demon that grew quickly into young adult hood and soon took over the teachings of Oni and her people. Not long after that, Oni found that her son, Jorden, had turned evil and embraced the black dragon, a dangerous and powerful dragon god that can only be stopped by the death of the one who embraced him. Zak, the bastard son of the now evil Lavitz Dragonfang, and his his father Lavitz were able to absorb the dragon and Oni killed Jorden, not knowing that he had set it up so that he could come back, all good, and he had a child of his own, Miko. Whom Oni has never met. Mora soon showed promise and was given what was called the Chain of Power. It was a chain that held the power to control the world, and Mora was the only one not lost to the power of the chain. Though the chain, having a mind of it's own, wished to bond with a Zak. Zak and Mora fell into a strange love until Lavitz forced his son to destroy Mora's home village

Lavitz then allied himself with a long time enemy of Y-DOC, Blackmatter. The two of them looked for the strange power crystal and Oni and Y-DOC had found before, the two of them following the pair there. It was there that Oni and Y-DOC met with Blackmatter's only, and very strange, son, Scepteal. He had found Mora and Mora and him had fallen in love. Scepteal had a piece of the power source for a heart and when the living power source tried to absorb him as well, it was destroyed by a strong blast from Y-DOC. Mora, having been given another piece of the power source by Oni and having put it in a special bag that she had, used that to save Scepteal's life.

Around this same time Oni began to feel that her life was meaningless and disappeared to speak with her dead mother. When she returned her and Y-DOC set out on a journey to stop Lavitz and Blackmatter from getting a weapon that would destroy the world. Somehow during the battle Oni was killed, her curse of living forever having been lifted so that Oni would be taught a lesson. When she came back to life as a human, Oni learned that she could be what she was by finding the banshee that was her demon half and if they touched Oni would become one again.

With the help of another friend Oni found Y-DOC and she got Dibanku back, then was able to find the banshee and get her powers back, with the aid of her blade, Dibanku. He was able to help by being implanted into a large mud golem, and he was able to take over control of the golem's body and use it to fight the banshee.

Name: Morowa

Age:23

Race:Were-Hyena

Light or Dark: Dark

Description: Morowa stands five foot eight, and though not physically intimidating she has the super strength from her condition, while also having the wit of a dark mind. her lithe body can move with grace and skill of any fighter before or after her, she is well trained and skilled in the art of killing. Her skin is pale, and dark hair makes her look ghostly. The dark locks are usually bunched into a rectangle shape, held together with golden pins and beads, this makes her unruly curls look tamed though a few pieces hang out of her hair, beads attached the style giving her an exotic look. Her face is fair, however her dark piercing eyes show the beast that lay just beyond the fairest surface. Some say the most unnatural part of her is the length of her nails, the inch long yellowed nails are sharpened and strong enough to cut flesh, usually she enjoys to click them together while she speaks. Morowa is usually clothed in blacks and browns, and wears a belt full of herbs and various animal parts for her witch craft. Forbid you ever see a grin come to this woman's face, for that surely means that you are going to be harmed, be it by her words of her nails, her feral look strike fear into most other beings. She is the queen of her people, this is evident in the Oba tattoo on her neck telling all of her power.

Bio: Morowa was changed at a very early age into a were-Hyena. She now holds the place as the Queen of her people, though there are not many for her to rule. She gained the throne by killing the former queen, a tradition of the Hyena pack. After ripping the elder hyena to shreds she ate her heart and stood upon the throne holding the dead queen's head. She is powerful, in many ways, knowing many spells and chants from books she had gathered from her lover and bonded Keir. Keir, after first seeing her power raped her and bonded. She had been on a hiatus from her pack, leaving her human servant, Victor in control while she came to terms with her rape and bonding. When she returned, she found that someone had attempted to kill Victor. After checking the human for injuries she tracked the other female down her beast boiling to the surface. She killed the female and displayed her head on the top of her throne. Her took up her mantle once again and began to reorganize her pack. She took a mate, and bore three females, Keir allowed this, though was not happy about another bedding his bonded. Though he did kill the male afterward, he then too Morowa again, this time with being her willing. They then relocated the pack, closer to Keir's lair and raised the three children, and then changed them at the age of six, the same age Morowa had been changed. Being bonded to Keir Morowa was noe immortal, as he was a vampire. She watched generations grow and die. Her skills grew until she collected as much as possible from each visitor she had. No one knows her true origin, but from her accent it is thought that she is originally Irish, and then later changed her name. This bring up the question of how she was brought into the were-Hyena pack, but none actually question her. For she was old and wise with a easily flared temper.

Equipment: She carries her herbs and other thing she uses for spell on her person. She had one small blade that was made by the fey, it could kill anything even Keir and leave her alive and immortal. She has used it twice, first killing her first fey and then later by slaying a demon that threatened her pack.

Her beast: Morowa's beast is a dark furred Hyena, the spots on her coat barely visible. She is the size of a pony. Her jaws could crush a human skull easily, and her claws are long and sharp. Unlike most of the pack who scavenge, Morowa is one of the few who hunt done prey.

Family Tree:
Morowa + Alexander (Deceased) = Melissa (deceased), Tamesis(deceased), , Osita(deceased),
Osita(deceased) + Victor(deceased) = Jean(deceased), Jamil(deceased),
Tamesis(deceased) + Johnathan(deceased)= Jamie(deceased)
Jamil(deceased) + Lily(deceased) + Morowa II, Alexander(deceased), Tamesis(deceased),
Jamie(deceased) + Peter (deceased) =Tina
Tina+ Max = Tamesis, Meissa, Osita, Cupua Morowa + Cuffey = Victor, Andre, Richard, Anita, Belle