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[Maegnis]

━ ❛ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔



full name
Adam Manaan
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race
Human
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age
18
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height
6'1
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personality
Adam is a confident person whose confidence lingers in the realm of arrogance. Part of this is due to him already being a confirmed ace at his age before entering the academy.
He likes to be in control of situations because he thinks he always has a plan to get out of trouble and he doesn't like blaming others for his failures. He has a tendency to point out other people's flaws but is in an attempt to get them to improve themselves so they have a better chance to survive. At the same time he's even more critical about his own mistakes. Despite all of this he's a natural born leader, having already displayed a keen mind for squadron based tactics and is more than capable of inspiring those around him. Should he learn to reign in his ego he could become a fine wing commander at the very least. When dealing with problems he's direct and has a no nonsense attitude, preferring to deal with the issue right away. He works hard, trains hard, fights hard but also plays hard when the time comes to relax, just like any hotshot pilot.


bio
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exosuit
Manaan Flight gear
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weapon
Scorpion class SMG
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Ship(s)
Aggressor interceptor

[Maegnis]

　
tab tab tab tab 　until the end is here　　　and it will come　　　through the darkest day　　　
　
tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab AND　IT　WILL　NEVER　REST　　　　UNTIL　THE　CLOUDS　ARE　CLEAR　　　　AND　IT　WILL　NEVER　REST　　　　UNTIL　THE　CLOUDS　ARE　CLEAR　　　　AND　IT　WILL　NEVER　REST






Tavin could tell that Arty had felt the support structure that he was wearing. He'd fostered a bit of an aura of invulerability to himself though a combination of his excellent grades and his relaxed attitude towards life. It had always seemed like nothing could really harm him but that image was shattered now. Honestly it wouldn't have been that problematic if he hadn't started to believe it himself. Hearing his friend's compliment about his endurance caused him to smile. Yes there were a lot of reasons that Artyom was such a dear friend of his. "Well... I would have been fine if I hadn't decided to charge back in again. I saw people that I cared about in danger and... well." He stated but fell silence. There was no need for either of them to say more at this point anymore. Arty knew well enough that despite his 'bad' tendencies and influence he would always be the very first to help out.

When Artyom looked like he felt bad for not talking with him as much since his injury he just reached out for his friend once more. He was happy to hear that he had someone though or at least he made it seem like there was a future in store. More than anything he wanted Artyom to be happy and it felt like he would get there. "Don't worry about it man. I wasn't in the mood to be talking much anyway. I've ... said some things to people, things I shouldn't have but I don't think I'll ever be able to take them back now." He said with a soft sigh before looking up with a litle smile. "Sooo... Suna eh? Nice work there buddy. Keep at it and don't lose sight of her, you two will be good for each other. She's always been good to Isis." He told him with a smirk before they both looked around the room while he spoke about the fight had been rough.

Hearing him talk about the events made him feel like the man was still shellshocked and unable to piece events back together. Personally he remembered it all in vivid detail and he wondered who was better off. "Just keep moving forward Artyom, the mind is a powerful thing. Focus on being who you want to be and being happy. All the rest will fall into place." He uttered quietly, mimicking the words that he'd seen Somtaaw battle chaplains utter to those that struggled. Then there was his joke about how he should have trained more perhaps. It was a weird remark from the man, especially given his scores. He was doing fine and he had done amazing for him to be standing here still. It read as him trying to take the blame for people that died near him which wasn't really acceptable for him but at the same time he didn't want to bring that up now. No he made a note of it and if Artyom showed the same behavior he would correct it for his friend's sake.



██ ██ ██　UNTIL IT FINDS　━━━━━　★　MY 　DREAMS 　HAVE 　DISAPPEARED 　!




「 WHERE 」　　hospital room
「 WITH 」 Aoife and Vi

[Maegnis]

_____Here we are
__________don't turn away now




Anaeris was extremely pissed off at the situation that had developed the day before. The fact that they were even thinking of giving the person that had caused it all a trial was annoying but it was the proper way to do things. However she was not going to allow this to be a public trial. As far as she was concerned once it was over the damn thing never took place. The last thing she wanted to show the world was that an attack on the royal family had taken place and that it had been a hair's width away from being successful. She hadn't spent the last eightteen years slaving away at getting this country back in order to have it's leader die right before the transfer of power.

We are the warriors
that built this town_____

[Maegnis]

━ ❛ 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔



full name
Jaing Somtaaw
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race
Human
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age
18
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height
6'6"
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personality
Jaing is a man that's calm and slow to anger, when he reaches that point however the rage is intense to say the least. He's typically composed and reserved in his interactions with people though will act more casual around the people he trusts to let his guard down around. His keen tactical mind results in him constantly analyzing and perhaps over-analyzing every situation he's in, be it a social one or a military one as he doesn't like to be caught off guard. While his skill earn him accolades in short order he's not one to boast about them as he believes that praise is earned by people giving it rather than demanding it. Because of his past he struggles with a minority complex that leaves him less assertive than he would be otherwise, this because he thinks there are people far better suited to lead than him.

bio
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exosuit

x
weapon

[Maegnis]

| War |

| Character Name | Sander Vrancken
| Age | 29
| Sexuality | Straight




| PERSONALITY |


| POSITIVE TRAIT ONE | Intelligent

| POSITIVE TRAIT TWO | Adaptive

| POSITIVE TRAIT THREE | Insightful

| POSITIVE TRAIT FOUR | Indefatigable

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| NEGATIVE TRAIT ONE | Merciless

| NEGATIVE TRAIT TWO | Arrogant

| NEGATIVE TRAIT THREE | Spiteful

| NEGATIVE TRAIT FOUR | Stubborn


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| BIOGRAPHY |


Sander was the sort of kid that had to learn to punch above his weight at an early age. His parents moved around a lot resulting in him being forced to adapt to new groups every few years. As such he never really made close friends and his accent and just generally being different resulted in him being an obvious target for bullying. What also didn't help was the fact that he was shorter than most of his peers as he had a late growth spurt. So what he lacked in size and strength he made up for with wit and brutality. Those that tested him tended to walk away painful injuries ranging from bite marks to severely 'impacted' testicles. He was of course scolded for these actions and was punished at home but in the end he knew that he would just change schools eventually. But when he turned fifteen he finally had the growthspurt that others had gotten earlier, in a series of painful months he grew to become just shy of two meters. The sudden change left him awkward and clumsy but that didn't stop him from defending himself while he turned from boy to man, at least in the physical sense.

Despite how many fights he got himself in it was clear that he didn't actually know how to fight though he had done well through sheer ferocity and instinct. What was worse was that he was terrible at school. The discomfort caused by his actions meant that even teachers were loathe to give him much attention and as a result his grades were terrible. Fortunately for him it was around that time that he discovered one of mankind's modern miracles : The internet. While he squeeked by in class with grades that were good enough to get him to pass he learned the things that he wanted to learn. He stayed up reading military history articles and watching fighting videos. When he tried the things he saw in those videos he often failed, terribly even but he started to learn more and more and eventually he was able to beat down anyone that was stupid enough to pick a fight with him. It wasn't long before people left him alone but by then he was twisted enough that on a subconcious level he needed the fighting. So it was that he started to manipulate people into starting a fight with him or on occasion getting the people that had wronged him to fight each other through misinformation. While his grasp on the teachings of Sun Tzu were those of an amateur they served him well and he continued to hone his skills.

It was no surprise that no university or college wanted to have anything to do with him, his grades were terrible and he had the worst sort of repuation. Local gangs were interested for his capacity for violence but he had no respect for them nor did he have any intention of becoming a criminal. That only left the military open for him and after having to learn how to swallow his pride for limited amounts of time he learned that he thrived in such an enviroment. Structure and organization were the things that he had missed in life and now he found that they gave him comfort. Regardless of what task he was given he excelled in it resulting in him being promoted all the way to sergeant in short order on a regular basis. Skill earned him those promotions but insolence made him lose them once more. However it wasn't too long before he was sent out into a combat zone as the war on terror escalated. It was in those deserts that he killed his first fellow human and as he blew apart his opponent's skull he felt regret for the first time.

While he thrived on the conflict he got no pleasure from killing his fellow man. At least at first. During one of the operations that he took part in his vehicle was hit by a roadside bomb. He saw the metal go up in flames around him and he only survived by virtue of being flung from the vehicle. Sure he took a bad landing but Sander was the sort of man that had taken blows all his life and prided himself on getting back up again. Enemies were all around him and if they caught him he would have met a fate worse than death. Yet he wasn't going to take his own life, that was the coward's way out. So with grim determination he made up his mind and collected what weaponry and ammo he could scavenge from the wreck. He had debated writing a letter to his parents but they had long since fallen out with him. Maybe, just maybe they would care about him but he had long since stopped caring about their lectures. Yet despite not really having anything to fight for he fought his a** of. Assailants kept comming at him from all sides as he gunned them down, performing a ferocious defence while screaming rage and a lust for battle into the faces of those that got close enough to hear his voice over the gunfire.

Somehow he ended up surviving that battle though he had been badly injuried. There was sharpnel from grenades all over and he had taken at least a dozen shots. Yet he lived and was recovered by allied forces. Despite this 'survival' there was no doubt that a part of him had died that day, resting amids the broken bodies of those that had sought to end him. A survival like his didn't go unnoticed and once he was recoverd he was recruited for black ops operations. He meshed poorly with the other members of the teams he was assigned to but he settled into every task with grim determination and lust for devastation. It was in that unit that he served with 'distinction' before the unit was disbanded for it's practices. The only thing that kept Sander from standing trial was that the unit's last mission had been to destroy all evidence of their operations and their membership. But with this he left the miltary completely as the structure and having to take orders started to wear on him.

At twenty four years old he became a mercenary for hire, an expensive one but one that always got the job done, even if it took a while. For the next five years he operated in Africa and South America. While he managed to keep his identity hidden he had various codenames that became public knowledge and some of his exploits even reached the world news. In the end the media settled on calling him the Warlord. During one African conflict a journalist managed to convince him to give an interview though the woman never got to see his face. It was during this time that he was at his peak but eventually it started to get to hot for him. As much as he hated it he decided to take a break and went back home to Belguim where a deal with FN Herstal allowed to 'enter society' once more.

Yet as of late things have started to feel different around him. It seems like people get aggitated or just angry from his mere presence. There were many scuffles but they didn't impede his work as an advisor to FN Herstal but the latest incident was too far. A bar fight had gotten out of hand when people started to beat each other to a pulp. Realizing that something was wrong he backed down from a fight for the first time to hit the streets. He didn't believe in gods, devils, angels or demons but something had changed, something was different about him he knew it for certain. The question was... what?

[Maegnis]

| WAR |

| POWERS & ABILITIES |





| Weapon creation
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| Create Doom | A massive greatsword that's War's signature weapon. It's destructive power is unparalleled and War can wield it with ease despite it's weight and size.

| Spawn weapon | Allows the user to create any weapon that the user can think of. Potency depends on energy used.

| Blade Surge | Causes a mass of blades to spring from the targeted area. The amount and size depends on energy used.

| Weapon control | Weapons created by the user can be controlled through telekinesis. Speed and accuracy depends on the power of the user.




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| Energy manipulation |

| Shield | Causes War to create a protective barrier of pure energy to defend a limited area.

| Pulse |Creates a devastating pulse of raw power that erupts from War's position though it is limited in range as the effect decays over distance.

| Coat | Allows the War to coat his weapons in destructive energies to further enhance the potency of his attacks.

| Absorb | Allows War to absorb energy based attacks to fuel his own powers and abilities.


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| Aspect of War |

| Inhuman strength, durability and perception | Being the aspect of war, he is the paragon of physical performance in terms of strength durability and perception. Anyone that faces him in personal combat will be hard pressed to match his performance.

| Transformation | Allows him to assume his horseman form. Taking on this form further increases his defensive and offensive characteristics. The skulls that adorn his armor while have their eyes light up based on how much energy he has.

| THIRD | Aura of rage | Being in his presence causes a build up of irrational feelings that eventually manifest themselves as a neigh unreasonable rage.

| FOURTH | Master at arms : A life time of fighting and learning how to fight has taught him how to use most weapons to a level comparable to mastery. He's also capable of quickly training up on new weaponry to reach the same level.



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|STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES |




| STRENGTH | Battle

| STRENGTH | Insight

| WEAKNESS | Lack of battle.

| WEAKNESS | Lack of patience

[Maegnis]

| The veteran |

| Character Name | Asin Vantir
| Age | So old that it doesn't even matter
| Sexuality | Bi




| PERSONALITY |


| POSITIVE TRAIT ONE | Compassionate

| POSITIVE TRAIT TWO | Fearless

| POSITIVE TRAIT THREE | Intelligent

| POSITIVE TRAIT FOUR | Loyal

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| NEGATIVE TRAIT ONE | Uncompromising

| NEGATIVE TRAIT TWO | Stubborn

| NEGATIVE TRAIT THREE | Unforgiving

| NEGATIVE TRAIT FOUR | Prone to taking the long view


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| BIOGRAPHY |


Asin was born from the Light and the grace of God. From the moment that she entered her blessed existence she knew of her purpose and goal. She was meant to be a warden of justice and a protector of the rightious. To that end she constantly strode to improve her kills as a warrior while solidifying her beliefs based upon the reason for her existence. She was considered a strange angel for she had been created in what had been a time of peace. While every angel was a capable warrior, she was the very first one to be made purely for the art of war and the crucible of battle. When war broke out between Heaven and Hell she stood prepared and fought from the front lines with a zeal that was unmatched by her kin. If there was no arch angel on the field of battle it was she who led the war host and she quickly earned a reputation for strategy that matched her skill in single combat. While other fought for heaven and their own selfish reasons she always fought because she knew it was who she was. This was her duty and purpose and from it she gained both strength and courage.

For her achievements she was rewarded with titles and prestige to honor her. While she accepted them gracefully these were not the things that she was after for her purpose was simple and elegant in nature. As the battles continued the great enemy learned of her as well resulting in many an instance where she was singled out for destruction by enemy generals. While her strength allowed her to survive such attempts on her life she learned to present herself as a target to prevent others from suffering the intended fate. More and more she started to grow into a role of protector where she strove to keep her fellow angels as safe as possible. Every angel lost by her side was a wound to her soul that would never heal and as the years passed they became legion despite her victories. She was beloved by her companions and her honor was beyond reproach.

Which was why she started to argue more and more with others that were in charge. She saw many deeds that she disaproved of with infighting for the sake of status and priviledge. Because of this despicable behavior battles were lost and lives were wasted for no reason but a single person's pride. While she was a shrewd tactician and strategist she was hardly adept at the political games that were being played in heaven's court and she found herself growing more and more disgusted. Eventually she decided that she could not stomach their behavior anymore and rather than fight a political war that she could not win she petitioned for a release from her duties. On her own she went down to Earth to continue the fight on her terms and without interferance from political intrigue. She was no pawn, not even Micheal's as she served by the will and grace of god.

On Earth she waged her own war against the demons, fighting by herself for the most part though she came to the aid of any angel nearby that needed it. During this time she lived among the humans, pretending to be one of them throughout the twentieth and the start of the twenty-first century. Where she could she inspired the great to soar higher and punished the wicked so that their taint could not spread. Yet she couldn't be everywhere and the rules that she lived by forbade her from drastic actions even though she could see nightmares start to form. She fought in the second world war to a limited degree and always in the guise of a mortal man, slipping in to ensure success only to fade away once it was guaranteed. While they are impure beings she has grown somewhat fond of humans and their failings. She sees greatness in them but they have a long way to go.

So it was that when Micheal approached her with ill tidings and a plea for her to take her place once more that she did so without hesitation.

[Maegnis]

| The Veteran |

| POWERS & ABILITIES |





| Divine Light | Divine Light granted to her by God. It allows her to light the path for her allies and blinds or purrifies her enemies.

| Punish | Imbues her strikes with the power of divine light, causing highly increased damage against beings of unholy make. Bright flashes of light will explode upon impact.

| Banish | Unleashes concentrated beams of divine light to purify her opponents. These are fired from her hands but a lesser version can be fired from her eyes.

| Protect | Projects a sphere of divine light around her that serves as a defensive barriier against physical and magical attacks, concentration is required to maintain it.

| Hard Light | Summons a high concentration of light to give it a solid shape. Size and durability is based off the energy that's put into it. Typically used to create physical barriers, tools or objects for use.




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| Angellic Armory | An angel of Asin's age is sent into battle with the very best that Heaven has to offer.

| Lightbringer | Asin's sword, made in Heaven's divine forge and specially attuned to her. She can summon it at will and it will punish any who dare hold it against Asin's will.

| Dawn | Asin's shield, made in Heaven's divine forge. Despite it's size and durability it has no weight for Asin allowing her to use it nimbly. When she channels her powers into the shield it is capable of amplyfing her abilities.

| Radiance | Asin's armor, made in Heaven's divine forge. A set of lightweight armor whose defensive properties come from a host of protective spells that were placed upon it over the centuries of her service in Heaven's arms.

| Solarion | A divine spear rumored to have been created by God himself. Asin is only allowed to use it in the most dire of situations but it's ability is stated to be able to bring devestation of biblical proportions.


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| PHYSIOLOGY |

| Wings | Being an angel Asin has the wings of her kind though they are golden due to her status as a member of the Golden Host, Haven's first army.

| Angelic body | Asin is an old angel, one of the very first and her body was crafted for war itself. Even among other angels she is considered strong and durable. A physical paragon of her kind.

| Veteran | Untold years of warfare and bloodshed have granted Asin an insight into both personal combat and grand strategy as well as giving her a muscle memory that allows her to fight despite being all but incapacitated.

| Divine Sense | Asin is instinctively aware of any evil or unholy being nearby as an extension of her senses.




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|STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES |




| STRENGTH | Combat

| STRENGTH | Leadership

| WEAKNESS | Politics

| WEAKNESS | Inflexible

[Maegnis]

Parjaj Somtaaw |

tab tab BASIC INFORMATION

name. Parjaj Somtaaw
nickname. Par, Ati'ka (Affectionate use of the Hyperion word for Stubborn)
faction. Sigma
program. Standard Combat / Tactics
year Fourth

race. terran (Somtaaw pureblood)
age. 16
gender. Male
sexuality. Straight
height. 6'4"



tab tab PERSONAL INFORMATION

personality.

Dedicated

Parjaj is dedicated to the social structure of the Hyperion Collective. He's well aware of his place in said society as well as the restrictions placed upon him because of it but feels it's his best chance to grow regardless. His dedication to the social castes extends to those outside of the Collective.

Loyal

Parjaj is a fiercely loyal person to his family, clan and friends to the point where he would eagerly put himself in harms way for their sake. Many already know that this loyalty of his is beyond reproach as he carries the marks to prove it.

Bold

Whether it's on the battlefield or in a social manner there's little hesitation on his part. It has gained him a lot of respect but it's also the reason that he's lost his arm.

Energetic

From dusk till dawn it seems like there's no limit to Parjaj's energy reserves. Regardless of the situation he can be found




biography.


-Born into a Somtaaw pureblood family
-Only child
-Initially he was a defiant problem child
-Once ten years old he started to change after the first Tyrant Simulation
-Quickly became a dedicated and loyal Somtaaw that trained hard.
-His scores were high enough to allow him entry into NEMI where he prospered even further
-Reasonably well liked by other students for his willingness to help others when able to though he is a harsh instructor
-Participates in patrols during 'summer breaks' to get more experience and to want to do his parts
-Lost his left arm defending his captain in a boarding action against pirates by physically holding a grenade against a dangerous enemy combatant to take it out.
-For valor and loyalty he was accepted into the Somtaaw Praetorians



additional info.

Somtaaw pureblood

A Somtaaw pureblood is a human that is descendant of the original founders of Somtaaw. It was during the dark days of the Tyrant Wars that they resorted to genetherapy to improve the characteristics of the average foot soldier. These changes resulted in a bigger, faster and stronger human that proved essential in allowing the Somtaaw forces from holding their own against the Tyrant swarm. To this day the descendants of this line are distinct enough to be considered a subvariant of the human species.




tab tab THE HANGAR


EXOSUIT model. Mark 4 Crusader The Crusader line of armor is typically only worn by members of the Somtaaw Honor guard, also known as the Praetorians. While heavy it is supported by a lattice reactive crystals that provides locomotive support while requiring substantially less energy or bulk as current versions of powered armor. Despite the advantages it provides in speed, strength and durability the suit becomes a liability when heavily damaged. When the locomotion systems fail the user is forced to evacuate the armor and in worst case scenario 'flailing' can occur which is almost guaranteed to lead to massive injury it's operator.

weapon of choice.

Sentinel Blade

A polearm with a powered blade that houses a plasma gun half way between the first grip and the hilt of it's blade. This potent weapon allows the user to fight effectively at both range and in close combat.



Carnifex

The traditional side arm for Somtaaw heavy infantry regiments featuring a high caliber round with only a small magazine. It's not designed as weapon suitable for combat itself but a last resort for up close which is why it is designed to kill whatever hits it in the first shot.



Vengeance launcher


A staple among Somtaaw heavy infantry regiments to provide special ordinance on the battlefield. It's directly linked to the armor's HUD systems and is capable of firing a single shot of specialized ammunition. Typically this is used to provide Somtaaw infantry with anti-tank options. Reloading it requires a second person given it's location on the user's back.

[Maegnis]

| Vampire |

| Character Name | Morandar
| Age | 940
| Sexuality | Straight




| PERSONALITY |


| POSITIVE TRAIT ONE | Intelligent

| POSITIVE TRAIT TWO | Adaptive

| POSITIVE TRAIT THREE | Indefatigable

| POSITIVE TRAIT FOUR | Charismatic

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| NEGATIVE TRAIT ONE | Manipulative

| NEGATIVE TRAIT TWO | Ruthless

| NEGATIVE TRAIT THREE | Amoral

| NEGATIVE TRAIT FOUR | Vengeful


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| BIOGRAPHY |


Morandar was born in the middle ages, a dark time full of strife but into a position of power and priviledge. He was born a knight of a minor noble house in France. Just as any man of that time he was a fervent Christian and when the call to arms came for the Crusades he eagerly joined. He was there for the triumps and the failings of that very first crusade. In the name of God he spilled the blood of heathens in that blistering heat. He and the others all thought themselves invincible warriors, servants of god that would cleanse the lot of them. They were far from invincible of course and his fall came during a forraging action to ressuply the ongoing siege of Antioch. A series of archers had struck him during a charge, knocking him from his horse and wounding him to the point where he couldn't get up anymore in his heavy armor. Because both parties were forced to retreat from the battle the wounded were left on the field to die slowly.

He laid there, wounded and too weak to get up as he prayed to God to help him. Had he not been a faithful servant? Had he not fought for His glory? Nothing came, nothing happened as he laid there broken and battered in the blazing heat. He ended up passing out only to wake up with a cloaked figure standing above him. While he didn't know who it was he was given an offer, a chance to live forever and become more than he had ever been. There was nothing holy about this person, he could see it in the red shine of the man's eyes but he didn't care. God had abandonned him, from here on in he would be the master of his own fate. That night he was turned and he lost his humanity to become a Vampire.

For the next century he learned the extent of his powers and properly educated himself in Arab lands. During that time he was able to learn chemistry, physics, biology and medicine. While his powers as a vampire were growing every day he soon learned that knowledge was a more powerful weapon indeed. When he was educated enough he retreated to the shadows, refusing to become a 'big player' like his master and so many other vampires. Some of his fellows were hunted and killed by human hunters while others were slain in internal wars. All the while Morandar kept to himself, gaining more knowledge and experience as he lived comfortably while sharing some of his own knowledge with his servants as he lived in Italy. So it was that he left his mark on history by subtly influencing thinkers and philosophers. On occasion he was even able to sit down with some of the great minds of the times that passed. A shame he was never able to convince any of them to accept the Gift. The world would have been a vastly diffirenet place had they been immortal.

As the years passed he became aware of a prophecy regarding the end times, the ruination of the world. A witch with who he had the occasional affection had informed him so. While he respected her intelligence and ability he didn't think of it much at the time. He was however a compulsive planner and began preparing his counter measures. A powerful bloodline was required for a spell and he would ensure that he was the one that controlled that bloodline. So it was that in recent times he had some of his minions plant false information, branding some of their members as terrorists and other boogy men. He let humans weaken the pack before swooping in to massacre the lot of them, there was no point in risking his own assets on a matter like this. There were two survivors that he allowed to escape, a baby and a dying mother. He trusted the dying mother's maternal instinct to sustain her long enough to deliver the child somewhere safe. Morandar had no intention of raising the kid, that was too much of a hassle. He knew the region she was in and would retrieve her easily enough when her powers started to surface.

All in due time. The centuries had taught him patience.

[Maegnis]

| ROLE HERE |

| POWERS & ABILITIES |





| MAIN POWER | Hemomancy
| Harden | Morandar is capable of altering the density of blood that is under his control. Typically used to either form barriers or enhance the strength of attacks on the fly.

| Shape | Morandar is able to manipulate the shape of blood around him. Typically used in the form of whips or barriers but can be used in conjunction with other abilities for more complex usages.

| Boil | answer here

| Blood plague | Morandar is able to inject a being with a powerful blood plague upon direct contact with an open wound. The plague severely weakens the target.




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| PHYSIOLOGY | Natural enhancements / advancements of your character. ( I.E Angels can fly. Vampires are superhumanly strong.Werewolves have enhanced hearing etc. all options may not be applicable for all characters )

| FIRST | answer here

| SECOND | answer here

| THIRD | answer here

| FOURTH | answer here




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|STRENGTHS & WEAKNESSES |




| STRENGTH | answer here

| STRENGTH | answer here

| WEAKNESS | answer here

| WEAKNESS | answer here

[Maegnis]

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Jaing could tell that he wasn't exactly capturing the alien's attention with what he was saying. She didn't seem interested at all and when she uttered her final comment before leaving he realized why that was and pitied her for it. While she might very well be an excellent fighter, she didn't posess a soldier's mentality. She could handle herself in a fight but in times of war she wouldn't do all that well as she was on her own. A fight was not for sport, to do so was to disrespect your enemy and yourself in the process. Personal glory, there was a place for that in Somtaaw society but never at the expense of the mission or the clan and he found himself doubting that she had the same sort of mentality. He ought to investigate more of the woman's species when he had the time, just to make sure that he wasn't the one making mistakes here.

At that point he didn't bother bringing up a new topic to the still unidentified woman. She'd given him no reason to continue the discourse nor did she appear to be willing to form any sort of friendship. Curiosity had been the start of their conversation and with that being satisfied he figured their conversation was done. For the next ten minutes he added the finishing touches to the physical represntation of his nightmares and just sat there to look at it for a few more moments. So many heard of these Tyrants and only felt eagerness to fight them. He hoped that the theories were wrong


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[Maegnis]

　
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Tavin was rather amused by how Rem answered that questions that she had posed him. Even after getting answers he didn't quite know what to think of her. Normally he was pretty damn good with people but she was hard to get a read on. She was utterly unpredictable to him and that was something new. Usually he could figure them out at least a little bit. Out of nowhere she gave him quite the compliment, even if it was true though at the same time she had decided to give him a nickname. "Most people just call me Tav honestly." He uttered calmly in an attempt to dissuade the woman from using the nickname that she had chosen in favor of the more traditional one but knew he was fighting a losing battle on this one. "Regardless... I actually am of nobility. I'm next in line to lead Soban and through it Hyperion." He told her lightly and wondered if Rem was politically aware enough to know what that actually meant.


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「 WHERE 」　　'Party'
「 WITH 」 Rem
「 WEARING 」 outfit on the left

[Maegnis]

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Parjaj had returned to a fleet that was still recovering from a battle. He had heard of the battles that had been fought and the terrible assault on the academy. It was a brilliant move by their enemy to be sure if a dishonorable one to attack students that were recovering from an ordeal. While there had been casualties and many more had gotten hurt the students had fought off their would be assassins and he was proud of them for it. They had demonstrated that they truly were the elite alright even though there had been a price. He regretted that he hadn't been there, maybe he would have been one of the casualties but he liked to think that he could have made a difference and that fewer of his companions would have gotten hurt. Though it wasn't like his own 'adventure' had been without incident. During the break he had been on patrol with his fellow Somtaaw and had gotten injured in an act of bravery that saved the life of his captain and likely many other warriors. For his action they hadn't just granted him a top of the line replacement for the limb that he had lost but also elevated him into the Preatorian guard. A promotion that came with new equipment, priviledges and status but also responsabilities.

He had returned home a few days before the party that was currently going on and had spent the return trip home in therapy to get used to his new arm. While he had gotten some flak for being late to school it couldn't be helped as they had finally managed to corner their prey after a full month of hunting. While he could have attended the party it didn't feel right for him to go as he hadn't been there for the attack and he had some other duties to tend to anyway. So instead he was assigned to a reserve force in case something went wrong. Some of the people attending the party were allies or clients of Hyperion and that meant that units were on stand by. He actually didn't expect anything to go wrong but was proven wrong when the call came in. Mere minutes after the lights had gone out at the party he and a whole group of Somtaaw operatives showed up in armored transports with a flock of drones supporting them. Most of them were merely shield drones which were designed to protect protective fields around their assigned targets but there were a few light fire support drones in case they were needed.

As they moved to enter the mansion and group up with the Somtaaw that had been assigned as a part of the security detail he saw that a fair few people were already outside. It wasn't long before he spotted one of his friends in Hudson. Given that he was wearing differnet armor and that his face was obscured by his helmet the man wouldn't recognize him so instead he gave the bewildered student the old 'finger guns' before heading inside to group up. It wasn't exactly needed of course but friends were to be acknowledged whenever possible. Inside he saw that people were starting to be escored out in an organized fashion with various checks being done to make sure that they didn't have a weapon on them that could have been used to attack the poor woman. His instinct was to check her himself but that wasn't his place nor was it his duty. Her people would take care of her, or so he hoped anyway for her sake.

He scanned the room to check what steps needed to be taken so he could accomplish the tasks he had been given. Most of the VIP's on his list were already grouped together so the shield drones moved over to them to ensure their protection so they could go outside to their transports where more escorts would guide them home. But there were a few still missing. The Somtaaw leader Vertstood protectively near Iifrit and Isis Soban and refused to let anyone that wasn't a part of Hyperion near them. "Someone please look after the old lizard before he'll bite someone's head off for looking at Iifrit the wrong way. We need to get Iifrit and the other Daneei out of her before they start panicking and need medical attention." He muttered with mild amusement as two of his fellow Preatorians moved to escort them out while three others looked after the other Daneei and the rest of the Hyperion leadership. Other operatives moved out to ensure that the VIP's were moved safely and filled in whereever the local security needed it.

He moved through the room to check who else needed help and heard a voice call out. Frowning he moved in to see a group of security guards struggle with a young man. In his helmet the recognition software quickly inditified the young man as Artyom. Parjaj almost didn't recognize his fellow student due to how much of a mess he was, emotionally anyway. "He's one of ours, ally of the families. We'll take care of him." He uttered and when the guards hesitated he physically reached out to pull Artyom towards him. "Easy now Artyom. You recognize my voice don't you? You're among friends and allies now, we'll get you home." He guided the young man towards some of the other operatives to give them instructions. "Bring Artyom home to his parents and don't let people see his face. His honor is ours tonight." Once certain that Artyom would make it home he gave everything one last look before realizing that the 'Young Prince' wasn't secured yet.

It wasn't long before he found him though, still talking intensely with Aoife. Curious that she wasn't on the list anymore but that was probably a spiteful action though he was curious to find out who had removed her from the VIP list. No matter, her people would surely see her safe but right now he had to get Tavin out though he suspected that the both of them were going to be exceedingly stubborn in doing so. "Time to go prince. You can talk to your princess another day." He uttered lightly as he stood beside the two of them. "I'm not going until I'm sure she's safe." Parjaj sighed and removed his helmet to give the two of them a look. "No offense Tav but a nudge will cause you to crumble right now. You need to get back and get yourself looked after. You pushed yourself too hard as it is." The Soban gave him a defiant look that caused Parjaj to sigh and tap a few buttons on his gauntlet. A trio of drones surged towards Tavin and promptly used an anti-gravity field to restrain him and carry him off before he hurt himself. "You piece of s**t. You better get her home personally!" The young man growled angrily but clearly resigned to what was happening.

"Prince's orders. Don't worry he'll be taken care of but he needs to be taken to a medical facility. Judging by his bio read out he was going to collapse soon enough. He shouldn't have been here but that just shows how much he cares huh?" It was a simple statement from his part and while it could easily be considered judgemental it wasn't. The whole fleet probably knew how the two of them felt for each other and now they finally did as well though the random hand of fate was dealing them a low blow right now. "Anyway I'm no prince with a chariot or anything but following that I really ought to take you home. Question is... and don't be offended for me asking... just where is that today?" He asked curiously but with a faint smile. "You look good in that dress by the way. Makes me think he came here just to see you in it and I can't blame him for it."


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