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PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 10:34 pm
Fenrir Shade:







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Name: Fenson Alexander Shade
Nicknames/Aliases: NN- Fenrir | A- The Assassin. The Shadow. The Nightwatcher. The Betrayed. The Betrayer. The Forsaken. The Wolf. The Subject. Subject 916. Monster. Murderer. etc.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Power(s): Shadow- Can meld into shadows near him, and use them for transportation. There is a realm called the Shadow Realm in which he "rules" being the only person there. Cannot control the shadows to do anything.
Lycanthropy- At night, changes into a werewolf, and is currently uncontrolable. His strength and durability are near limitless, unless a weapon of highly condenced energy or radiation hams him. Has no control over his body or mind during this time.Ashamed and afraid of this form.
Weapon(s): His Mother's Dagger, passed to him just before her execution. It is made of blackest obsidian, with an ebony handle. On the side is printed in Latin- 'Darkness Rises, When Evil Falls'
Alignment: Neutral/Chaotic good

Bio: Fenrir was born in a guttural stream of fecal matter and other obscenities in a sewer in GraveFalls. This location, secluded on its own small island on Tempmus, floating freely, lays home to the largest graveyard in the world. It rests atop a large waterfall dwarfing that of Niagara Falls, which flows a dark grey instead of a natural blue/white. The common tale told is that it is all the spirits of the deceased being washed to the afterlife, passing from their graves into the depths of the planet below. Scientists have theorized, however, that the chemicals in the air mixed with the faint traces of decaying bacteria, taint the water. Its true reason is unknown. This city is one of general unlawfulness and disorder, being alone in the world and with no true law or order.

His parents were beggars and thieves that had nothing to their names except what little they could steal. Fenrir was raised by his father in between his arrests and "jobs", and was taught to become a thief. His mother was executed shortly after his birth to get payback against his father for killing the new Police Chief's wife ((at the time of the murder he was second in command)) during one of his transformations into a werewolf. This was before his father could manage to control the beast within. Although his father had taught him all he knew about thievery, Fenrir was still apprehended multiple times during his childhood. But due to him being a minor, he never faced jail time, only countless brutal beatings from disgruntled citizens. This caused Fenrir to grow wary and distrustful to all but himself.

After his Mother's death, his father fell into a depression, and was eventually killed as well for charges against the police force. This broke Fenrir, causing him to spiral down into madness, loosing all faith in the world, and detesting everything. He took his first life when he was ten, barely two months after his parents were killed. And it was then, when the voice appeared. It started small, bothering him on occasion, until it grew into a conscious and persistent aspect of his life. This voice still bothers him to this day, yet Fenrir shrugs it off as Schizophrenia.

As he matured he realized he had an uncanny ability to crouch amongst the shadows that had become the only family and comfort he had known, and avoid all contact with those hunting him. He began to experiment with these abilities to see what kind of benefit he could achieve with them, learning he had mastery over shadows. Along with being able to dissolve into the shadows like a phantom, he could steal whatever he wanted and get away with it.

A year later, he developed his father's Lycanthropy, a curse with which it cost him any friend he once had. By day, he would kill those that brought pain and misfortune to the city, but by night he broke into homes and devoured the innocent. After having killed the majority of the filth of his city, and a good portion of the citizens, everyone rallied against Fenrir to try and kill him. But Fenrir had already acted before them, calling the largest Maximum Security Prison on Tempmus, ((Name later. Have to clear it with Dakota.)) , and was captured for charges of manslaughter and for scientific studies. He is currently being held there in a glass dome, always being watched. Guards patrol the grounds daily, each armed with energy weaponry. Fenrir himself could escape whenever he wanted. It was made to keep the Beast in at night. And Fenrir refuses to escape himself, in fear of causing more pain and suffering.

Personality: Introverted and shy, deep, contemplating, distrustful, antisocial, quiet, apathetic, depressed, brooding, spiteful.
Love Interest: None.
Rival: None.
Appearance: Black trilby ((smaller version of a fedora with downturned brim on the front, upturned brim on the back: http://jbishopfilm.files.wordpress.com/2012/05/trilby2.jpg)) and a black trench coat. He wears a red shirt as well, and dark grey/black pants, with black shoes, along with black gloves. He also wears a black headband that was his father's, he wore it when he died. He has natural blood red eyes, and dark grey hair.  
PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 10:53 pm
Grim Skyrider:




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Name: Grim Avery Skyrider
Nicknames/Aliases: N/A
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Lawful Good
Power(s): None
Weapon(s): M29 Pistol, great grandson of the M9 Standard Issue Pistol. This was given to him by his father, and is prized by Grim. It fires typical 9mm rounds with hollow points, causing severe damage after penetrating the body.

Bio: He was born in a well to do family, but he wasn't spoiled in the slightest bit because both of his parents were in the military. His father was a Pilot in the United Tempmus AirForce, so Grim grew up around planes. His mother was a technician for the UTAF. He flew his first plane at the age of ten. He joined the Air Force as soon as his eighteenth birthday came around. This made his parents very happy, because he was finally fulfilling his dream.

He achieved some of the highest honors a cadet could achieve during school and later basic training. He excelled through the ranks, passing everyone else in his squadron. But when he reached the rank of Staff Sergeant, he declined any other promotions, because he had achieved the rank he had desired. Any higher, and he would have to start edging toward desk work. Grim enjoyed flying far too much, than to give up his plane. He created his own custom planes as most did, using his own team of highly specialized engineers. After eight years, he reluctantly and sadly was Honorably Discharged from the service due to an injury to his left leg sustained during an observational flight into an, at the time, enemy nation. Anti-Aircraft fire brought down his plain behind enemy lines. The crash sent a shard of metal through his calf, and he was submitted to the Hospital for surgery. He still has trouble walking.

He then began flying aircraft in his free time. He does the occasional odd job, escorting the famous, and all that. But nothing he's done can compare to the thrill of a Dogfight. He was admitted as the personal pilot to King Macafee of the Ceres Kingdom, and joined the Royal Army as the only pilot.

Personality: Outgoing, fun to be around, constantly being the life of the party, cautious, never arrogant, brave.
Love Interest: None.
Rival: None.
Appearance: Wears camouflaged pants with a tear in the calf from his injury, being the same pants he was wearing on his last mission. He also wears an olive green sleeveless shirt, and has brown hair with green eyes.  

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 11:24 pm
Sarah (Rose):




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Name: Sarah Jo'Hnson
Nicknames/Aliases: A- Scarlet Rose, Bleeding (Blood) Rose
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Scarlet Rose- Benevolent Good | Bleeding Rose- Chaotic Evil
Power(s): Scarlet ~ Palletakinesis- The ability to bring drawn objects into existence, and grant life and purpose to them. These drawings are forever pledged loyally to Scarlet, and can never betray her.
Blood ~ Gyromancy- Control over gravity and pressure of certain areas, and manipulation of all gravitational forces. Black Holes and White Holes both work into this.
Weapon(s): Long, slender sword for use when her energy drains. She can also use this in conjunction with her powers.

Bio: As Sarah aged, her notion of right and wrong grew to an extreme, splitting even her own mind. She developed a split personality, one walking the path of "good", the other teetering on the edge of sanity and malice. She named herself after her favorite flower, the Rose, and took on two separate personas. One, Scarlet, has the ability to draw anything and animate it. It works best if used in conjunction with a special paintbrush, paint, and parchment she makes by hand, but she can still conjure things by just drawing in air. However, these are very temporary and short lived. The other, Blood, can control gravity and pressure in certain locations, and use it to render opponents helpless,or just crush them instantly. She can also manipulate gravity to propel herself to locations, and even use a sort of "force" in small controlled bursts. Black Hole or White Hole creation drains all of her energy instantly, and incapacitates her for days.

Neither Scarlet nor Blood can use the other's powers. Only in the personality may she use the skills. And she has no control over when she changes. There is just the slight forewarning when her vision either brightens or darkens, and a splitting migraine strikes.

Personality: S- Kind, caring, considerate, polite, etc. The typical nice things. B- Mean, rude, uncaring, inconsiderate, rough, etc. Typical bad things.
Love Interest: Not yet. But Blood won't allow it without bloodshed.
Rival: Charlita Vance
Appearance: Pale, brown hair. Wears glasses as Scarlet, abandons them as Blood. Wears a white and pink kimono, the pink changing to red as her alternate personality takes over. She also carries a sword for when her shallow energy pool expires.  
PostPosted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 7:09 pm
Ammopsam (Amosam) Haldrony:





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Name: Ammopsam Haldrony
Nicknames/Aliases: N- Sam. A- Sand Demon, Sand Wraith, Guardian of the Sand, Sandman, etc.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Ashakiri Q'uam ((Will allow this race to be used later))
Alignment: Neutral. Unless entering his desert.
Power(s): Psammokinesis- Control of any sand near him for various uses. Most still unknown to him.
Weapon(s): A rifle and pistol passed down by his parents, old and worn, but the last remnants of his clan.

Bio: Born among a clan of desert faring people, and trained in their secluded ways. They were at one time in constant hiding from people who cross the desert, not wanting to fight or get discovered. Their elders told stories of death by outsiders. Outsiders who didn't care for their ways, and saw them as demons. Them with ghastly white pupils set on black endless eyes, their phantom ways of movement through the desert, and their control over the very sand they live on. So they hid, for eternity, until they were found. On Ammopsam's 18th birthday, a day that should have been celebration, his clan was found. A business tycoon found them while searching for oil, and his people wouldn't allow it. They wanted all of their natural resources just where they were on this sacred land... So he killed them. The entire Ashakiri Q'uam Clan, erased from existence. All because they refused to fight. All except Ammopsam. He stood and fought back, adamant to keep his land safe, and killed the tycoon and all those who would enter his land from that day forth.

The Q'uam Desert is the largest known to man, spanning nearly half the gaseous planet. And no one could cross it without certain death. Causing anyone travelling, to go around the entire other side of the planet. No one could survive the treacherous and unforgiving desert.

Personality: Unforgiving, brutal, apathetic, calm, lonely.
Love Interest: None. Won't allow himself.
Rival: None.
Appearance: His old appearance shrouds his young yearly age. He keeps all but his left eye shrouded in protective clothing and armor to keep him safe from the desert. His skin that is shown is tanned and burnt, and his eyes the same as the rest of his clan.

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PostPosted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 6:30 pm
Chon De'Villo:




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Name: Chon De'Villo
Nicknames/Aliases: A- The Human Plague.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Honestly doesn't know herself. Teeters on the edge of rational thought, and malicious temptations.
Power(s): Cellular Disintegration- With a single touch, she is able to disintegrate the cells that make up living organisms. The longer she touches an object, the more cells that get destroyed. It takes a good while before serious damage is inflicted, unless she is in mortal peril. Then her powers accelerate, and the speed of which she can destroy cells is exponential. But only when she is in a life threatening situation.
Weapon(s): None.

Bio: When Chon found out her ability to degenerate cells, she tested it on the only person she could. Herself. But she didn't know how to stop it. After thirteen hours off immense pain, and more than half of her blood lost, she finally stopped it. With the cost of her left arm. All that is left is a mangled stump with a jagged bone jutting out of it, her dead cells forming a grey-matter wall at the wound. Her heart is also surrounded by a ring of constantly degenerating cells, wanting to inch closer to her death. A moment of lost concentration and focus, and her heart will be devoured. ((Ironman-esque,)) She fell in love with science, and used it to understand her condition better, She eventually learned how it worked, and can use it regularly. It just takes an extremely long time. She has used this ability in a variety of ways; from destroying cancer cells in patients; to slowly cut off the arm of a terrorist in an interrogation. She prefers the latter. But a particular patient would always best her, one who's bones and cells could regenerate faster than she could destroy. Ossarin McCallahan. A woman who could control and shape her own bones. At the cost of immense pain. This has become Chon's ultimate challenge, and will not rest until she defeats, and kills, her.

Personality: Cautious, Contemplative, Worrisome, Maniacal, Deceptive, Manipulative, Experimental.
Love Interest: None.
Rival: Ossarin McCallahan
Appearance: White lab coat, and purple hair are her two most predominant features. She ears glasses, and is missing an arm. ((Not pictured. Gotta work with what you find.))  
PostPosted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 3:35 pm
Ossarin McCallahan:




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Name: Ossarin McCallahan
Nicknames/Aliases: N- Ossa, Rin, Sarin. A- The Living Bone.
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Neutral good. Has an infatuation with money, so will follow it anywhere.
Power(s): Osteokinesis- She has the ability to grow bones, and reshape them. She can remove bones from her body, and instantly grow them back, using them as weapons. She can even make bones appear out of different medium. But no matter what, she feels every pain of the bones breaking. Every time it pierces her skin. She feels everything. So she tries not to use her power too often, unless extremely important. However, during life threatening situations, her body produces extreme amounts of adrenaline, and makes her virtually unable to feel pain. But after it dies down, all the pain rushes her at once.
Weapon(s): None. Except the ones she makes for herself.

Bio: As Ossa grew up, she began to learn that she could break her bones, and while feeling immense pain, have almost no sign of it after. She could break and twist whatever bones she wanted, and not feel a thing. Wondering what caused this, she became fascinated with science and medicine involving the human body. Bones specifically. She also began to experiment more and more with her ability, eventually willing her entire thumb's bone structure to rupture from her skin. After an hour of pain, crying, screaming, and panicking, she slowly realized that no blood was coming from the wound and her bones were still in tact. She could move them, and bend them, just like her typical thumb. Just without skin and nerves to register pain. She then learned that she had complete mastery over her own bones. Just with the drawback of terrible pain.

A scientist that experimented on her, tried to remove her ability, and even kill her, failed in doing so. Ossa barely escaped. And now she is constantly hunted by her all across Tempmus, and she will not give up.

Personality: Cautious, Contemplative, Greedy, Needy, Impartial, fidgety.
Love Interest: None.
Rival: Chon De'Villo
Appearance: Green cloak, purple hair, and bright blue eyes are her predominant features. She is thin and seemingly malnourished, although her bones take all of the energy she receives from food, leaving her as skin and bone.((Picture is older than I would like, but you get what you get.))  

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 11:42 am
Charlita Vance:




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Name: Charlita Vance
Nicknames/Aliases: N- Charti, Lila, V. A- Personified Paper.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Alignment: Neutral good. Has an obsession with paper, the finer made the better.
Power(s): Papyrokinesis- She has the ability to produce paper from her body, a very special type of paper that is far more resilient than most. It naturally forms on her body, but it acts as her skin. The more she removes, the weaker she becomes along with the more defenseless. She can just use the paper as weapons, sharpened, or make things with the paper to attack.
Weapon(s): None. Except the ones she makes for herself.

Bio: Born to a mother who was a librarian, and a father who was an author, she grew up around books and paper. She loved them. More so then anything else. She could read and write every day for hours and never get bored. But then papers began to be attracted to her, papers sticking to her body, and books flying off shelves at her. She slowly began to learn that that which she loved, she could control. Bend to her will. She also found out that her skin could double as paper, far sharper and resistant than any other she'd seen. She could do anything with this paper, as long as it didn't get wet or burned. Her two biggest fears.

At one point she found a woman that could draw and create things, and it worked best on the paper Charti created from her body. Wanting to help, she instructed this woman on how to make the paper, but was betrayed by the woman's alternate personality. She burned down her mother's library. Charti of course wasn't aware of this personality, so she blamed the woman herself. Now, she wants to avenge her mother's memory.

Personality: Jittery, Hyper, Giddy, Happy. Not content with normal forms of behavior and expression.
Love Interest: None.
Rival: Sarah Jo'Hnson
Appearance: Black hair, glasses, and a dress. She always has a book with her. She refuses to go anywhere without one. She also has an umbrella on her at all times in case it rains. ((This was particularly difficult to find a character for. No original characters. So I had to use one that is in a common anime. Oh well.))  
PostPosted: Wed Feb 27, 2013 7:05 pm
Acat Tek:


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Name: Acat M. Tek
Nicknames/Aliases: NN- None | A- Man of a thousand weapons.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Power(s): Tattoo Manipulation - Any tattoo on his body, and there are many, can be removed and formed into a solid object. A tattoo of a knife, becomes a real blade, pistol becomes real, etc. The Tattoo must be replaced on his body to be used again. They do not regenerate. He is also limited to his own tattoos. All weapons are weightless as tattoos.
Weapon(s): Whatever he removes from his body.
Alignment: Neutral

Bio: Acat viewed tattoos as a form of self expression, a work of art, and worthy of depiction across his body. It wasn't until a few years after his first few tattoos that he found out that he could remove and use them. His form of art turned into his greatest skill, and greatest weapon. He slowly added more and more weapons as the need became apparent. He become relatively well known in the crime underworld, but no one knew his face. So anyone with weapons tattooed on their bodies were feared. He created his own small organization, each member tattooed and bald, so he could blend in easily. They each had the same concealed weapons under a layer of fake skin that was filled with bulletproof ballistic jell, and removed them through small slits in their fake tattoos, making it seem as though they had the same power as Acat. He currently only has ten people following him and doing this, just the perfect amount to keep under wraps.

Personality: Rude, condescending, blunt, easily agitated, grumpy, indifferent.
Love Interest: None.
Rival: None.
Appearance: ((Seeing as I could not find a picture on Google Images of a guy with a bunch of weapons tattooed on him [surprising], you get to go off of text)) He is a white male, tall and muscular, with a tattoo of a stack of shuriken on his left shoulder, a combat knife below it on his left bicep, small 9mm pistol on the tricep, one half of a pair of nunchucks on the top of each forearm, a lockpick on each wrist, a half of a small canon on each of his under-forearms ((Don't know how to refer to them)) ((Also, extreme recoil is caused by this canon, usually sending him sprawling backwards)), a machete on his right bicep, three throwing knives on right tricep, brass knuckles on each hand, improvised bladed claws on each finger, a .45 pistol on each side of his hip, a katana on one side of his back, AR-15 on the other, recurve bow in the middle, a variation of blades on his legs and feet, a combat knife on his ankle, some low caliber pistols on his sides, and a tattoo of an explosion on his chest. Only two objects may be active at a time. And they must be returned to their exact same position within twn minutes in order for them to work again. He never wears a shirt. He still has some space left for additions, but they are unlikely. ((Just in case I think of something else. These weapons are all off the top of my head.)) He is bald with light blue eyes. Loose fitting carpenter jeans, and brown boots.  

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PostPosted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 1:03 pm
Hatter "Fedora" Madigan: ((Name and picture taken from a book. Everything else original.))



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Name: Hatter P. Madigan
Nicknames/Aliases: NN- Fed, Fedora. | A- Mad Man, The Hatter, The Elementalist.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Human
Power(s): Basic Elemental Powers based on the feather placed in his hat. Feathers may be combined, no more than two, to consolidate the powers.
Basic:
* Red: Fire - Fireball and resistance to fire.
* Blue: Water - Water Scythes and the ability to breath under water.
* Green: Plants - Control over common plantlife in the immediate area and the ability to listen to nature for information.
* Yellow: Light - Bend light to cause blindness, darkness, or a light shield.
* Black: Darkness - Bend darkness to grab an enemy, and allows him to see in pitch blackness.
* Grey: Decay - Wither and decay any non-living object by advancing time around that object.
* Brown: Wood - Trees and other wooden objects would bend to his will, and allow him to grow trees from the ground instantly.
* White: Wind - Creates gusts of wind strong enough to fling someone away, and also produces clean oxygen for him to breath.
Combinations:
* Red and Brown: Burning Trees - Able to attack and grab opponents, trapping them in a fiery cocoon, along with simply attacking.
* Red and Blue: Water Bombs - Orbs of water that explode in a boiling AOE style.
* Blue and Green: Accelerated Plant Growth - Plants grow exponentially, their strength and usefulness multiplied.
* Blue and Wind: Typhoon - Strong gusts of wind with needle like rain.
* Green and Yellow: Solar Blast - A large beam of solar energy propelled at an enemy. ((Yes, Solar Beam))
* Green and Brown: Ultimate Plant Control - Consolidation of control over plants and trees, able to bend all of nature to his will.
* Yellow and Black: Dusk - Control over equal parts of light and dark, but widely unexplored.
* Yellow and Brown: Massive Trees - Creation of massive trees, larger than most buildings, and able to manipulate them.
* Black and Grey: Raise Corpse - An undead warrior rises from the earth to fight.
* Black and Red: Black Fire - Inextinguishable ((Unless commanded by user)), and permanent fire that is hotter than typical fire.
* Grey and Brown: Famine - Instant limited starvation for all in a certain area.
* Grey and White: Plague - Death and illness strike a certain area for a limited time.
* Brown and White: Wood Explosion - Trees explode into thousands of wooden shards propelled by wind.
Limitations:
Powers only work if Hatter is wearing the hat, and the respective feathers. Without the feathers, it is just a hat. Without the hat, they are just feathers. No powers may be used if either are missing. Both the hat and feathers have a tendency to "loose themselves" as the spirits inhabiting them attempt to flee. So the loss of his hat and feathers tend to be common. The hat and feathers can speak, and tend to help Hatter. Also, use of his hands and arms are mandatory for the majority of the powers, along with mobility or connection to the ground.
Weapon(s): None
Alignment: Good

Bio: An obsession of hats grew on him from a young age, loving them. The fancier and more rare, the better. He would scour shops, hunt through legendary areas, and fight people for rarer hats. But none has been so rare as the one he wears atop his head. The hat that was given to him by his great grandfather just before he passed, embedded with spirits. The hat itself, although not yet known by Hatter, is inhabited by his great grandfather's soul. He adventures from land to land, planet to planet, to find more hats. But none will overshadow his own. The Madigan family are world renowned Hatters, each male member named as such to accentuate their profession. So our Hatter Madigan would technically have more Jr.s at the end of his name, it would be uncountable. But each is identified by a certain hat, and that is how they are identified amoungst their family and customer. If you could not identify the hat atop their head, you did not speak to them. The women were each named Milliner, and the same naming rules applied. The hat that each member wears is either hand made, or given to them by another passing member, who handmade it. Now, Hatter is traveling once more in search of a new hat to add to his collection.

Personality: Kind, Proper, Well Mannered, Polite, Gentleman, Odd.
Love Interest: Hats.
Rival: Other Madigans.
Appearance: Grey Fedora, Grey Trench Coat, White Dress Shirt and Grey Slacks underneath. Glowing Colored Feathers.  
PostPosted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 3:16 pm
Shrii'k Thort:


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OVERVIEW
Name: Shrii'k Thort
Warrior Name: Redheart
Clan: Thrakton
Age: 210
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Alignment: Good
Specialty: Hand-to-Hand Combat and Small Arms.
Weapon: ZT-230, Colloquially called the Magma Magnum.
Personality: Stern, Forgiving, Calm, Tactical, Natural Leader.

Bio: His brother is the current acting Warchief of the Thrakton Clan; Korthugunda Thort. He is slated for the person to eventually kill and replace his brother. But that won't come for a decent amount time. He is the leading diplomat between Tempmus and Torrus Prime. He is also the acting field General of the Thrakton Forces, his brother the only higher say so. He currently resides on Tempmus so he can make sure relations remain strong. His race has met some turbulence in this new land, but he is hopeful for the future.

Appearance: Silver Armor with Golden Boiling Blood. His armor is slightly more ornate than most, being the brother and second in command to the current Clan Leader of the Thrakton; Korthugunda Thort. His skin is a misty grey, his golden blood shining through his skin at times. He is taller than most Torrans, being about eight feet tall when fully stretched. His eyes are blue, signifying his royal bloodline.  

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