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Krona Jones

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【.main info.】


❖ f u l l n a m e: Krona Jones

❖ n i c k n a m e s: KJ

❖ a g e: 24

❖ b i r t h d a t e: 3/26

❖ g e n d e r: Female

❖ n a t i o n a l i t y: The Citadel

❖ r a n k: Student

❖ c l a s s: Dark Avenger

❖ t i t l e:

❖ b l o o d l i n e: The Black Blood

❖ s p e e d: 5 (Bloodline)+2(Class) = 7

❖ s t r e n g t h: 5(Bloodline)+1(Class)=6

❖ p l a y e d b y: VelvonVeden

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【.major info.】


❖ e n e r g y c o l o r: Wine

❖ e n e r g y r e s e r v e: 300

❖ e l e m e n t: Air

❖ b a t t l e s t r e n g t h: A master of manipulation and stealth, an expert at the game of cat and mouse, able to lay traps, stalk targets with all the cunning of a master predator.

❖ b a t t l e w e a k n e s s: Because of her heavy reliance of shadows, she is vulnerable to holy and light magic. Often, she goes mad in battle, which clouds her judgment, her thinking, and causes her to attack without thought for technique and no discrimination between friend and foe. In this state, her defense lowers, and she is more susceptible to attacks.

❖ t a l e n t:

Combative Talent or Non Combative: Comative

Talent Name: Shadow Spawn

Description:

The main purpose of this talent is to create shadow where there is none.

Shadow-Gangers

Krona summons shadow-gangers: mindless, blind minions formed from the shadow, and infused with the element of their summoner, which, in this case, is air. Krona can command these creatures to attack mindlessly, or can dispel their shape and use their shadow for other attacks.

Attack Details

Attacks by shadow gangers cause minor damage that mostly affects speed. The gangers either hand-to-hand melee attack, or do a ranged attack in which they swing their arms like a sword and create blades of air that can slice through light armor, and skin. When destroyed, their shadow energy is tranferred to Krona, and she recieves a one point boost for each one in play for the stat of her choice for three posts.

Energy Costs

•5 cost in energy, with a maximum of three gangers at Rank E-Rank B, and Five at Rank A and above. At Rank SSS Krona can summon more than five, but with double the energy cost for each additional one (10 Energy). The Number of Gangers cannot exceed 10. Gangers summoned after 10 cost a ridiculous 100 energy.

•5 energy per post for as long as the gangers are in play, both in ganger and in shadow form

Rules

•Maximum of three gangers at Rank E-Rank B, and Five at Rank A and above. At Rank SSS Krona can summon more than five, but with double the energy cost for each additional one (10 Energy). The Number of Gangers cannot exceed 10. Gangers summoned after 10 cost a ridiculous 100 energy.

•Gangers can be dispelled with three strikes. In shadow form, they are bit harder to dispel: they can be dispelled instantly with an elemental attack, or with an light attack.

Shadow-Weres

Unlike Shadow-Gangers, shadow-Weres are strictly for attack purposes; they cannot be dispelled to create shadow. However, they can be used as a shield, forming a wall between Krona and her opponent. They are smarter than Shadow-Gangers, attacking with purpose and technique, or according to Krona's command, but they are still blind, and rely on other senses to fight.

Attack Detail

Shadow-Weres can either melee attack with claws that can slice though light to medium armor and skin, or range attack with a roar that creates air waves that cause no damage, but can disorient or knock down the opponent, depending on his or her strength. When destroyed, they created a shadow shield that lowers the rank of attacks by one rank. The sheild lasts for two posts.

Energy Cost

•Shadow-Weres are 10 energy in cost

•10 energy per post as long as they are in play, both in attack and defense mode

Rules

•Maximum of three Weres in play at Rank E-Rank B, and Five at Rank A and above. At Rank SSS Krona can summon more than five, but with double the energy cost for each additional one (20 Energy). The Number of Gangers cannot exceed 10. Weres summoned after 10 cost a ridiculous 200 energy.

•Weres can be dispelled with fewer strikers than a ganger, two, but since weres are more intelligent than gangers, hitting them is tricky. In defense form, they take the same amount of strikes to dispel: three.





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【.equipment info.】



❖ w e a p o n (s):

A double-tailed whip of the same color of her aura: Wine. Veins of white and Black weave from its "heart" at the base of the handle and dance along to the ends of the tails.

One lash is 7 feet long for a distance, attacks; the other is just three feet in length, can be used for strangulation. Because of its shadow-infused nature, the whip does not make the cracking sound of traditional whips; it is silent, other than the faint sound of rushing air that can only be detected by the most trained or sensitive of ears.

If she is directly confronted, or revealed, the lashes take opposite ends of the handle, then harden and thicken to form a double bladed staff, one end long for slashes and ?, the other sort or quick jabs, and cuts.

Weapon Skills - Just but they Evolve with Krona, rising in rank as she does.

Regenerate:

If the tails are sliced off or the blades are broken, they will regenerate in the next post, unless it is struck at the "heart" which is a black and white swirled spot at the base of the whip.

Air Stampede:

Krona sweeps the blade in a circle about her, or cracks the whip in an arc. A stream of pressurized air is created, that hurtles toward its opponent at blinding speeds. At close range it causes a rank higher damage, and a distance a rank lower. If the opponent is of equal or lesser level than Krona, it also knocks them down and disorients them for one post. If the opponent is of a higher level, it simply disorients them for one post.

❖ a r m o r:

Krona leather is composed primarily of light leather: thigh-high leather boots, a flowing leather skirt, and a red-leather corset. All are infused with shadows, and provide extra protection against light attacks.

Her primary piece of armor, however, is the cloak she wears. The cloak is made of a sturdy cloth, lined with leather. It provides excellent light protection reducing damage from light attacks by one rank. With a cost of a 7 energy she can manipulate this cloak to shield her from attacks. However, the cloak is fairly heavy, so unless she removes it for battle it reduces her speed by 2 points.



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【.skill roster.】

Dark Avenger Skills

Black Blood Skills

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【.character description.】


❖ p e r s o n a l i t y: Fundamentally, Krona's goal is to protect the innocent, and deliver justice. But her goal has been twisted into an obsession by her natural insanity, and her ways of securing it are often twisted. She is kindness, hidden by darkness, and tainted by her steel-like determination and discipline, her lust for battle, and her extremely narrow-minded views on what is right, and what is wrong.

❖ q u o t e: "Is that not just?"

❖ h e i g h t: 5'11

❖ w e i g h t: 150

❖ e y e c o l o r: forest green normally; they turn deep wine when she fights.

❖ p l a c e o f b i r t h: unknown

❖ t h e m e s o n g: Genesis by Justice

❖ b a t t l e t h e m e: Confession - Red
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【.background information.】

One would be shocked at the simple beginnings. She was not born into a childhood of abuse, or hardship, or bloodshed, as one would assume one of her class and race began. Krona was born into a life of near perfection. Her family...of merchants. They were not wealthy, but their business generated enough money to allow her parents, and her two siblings - an older sister, and her twin brother - to live a comfortable life, typical to those of her class. Her own was different, in that - rather than attend finishing school, as was expected of girls, she disguised herself as a boy (with the help of lies from her family, who did not hold the typical mindset toward females) and attended to local mercenary school. Her steel-hard determination and work ethic impressed her teachers and classmates, and she graduated the school at 15 top of her class.

At this time, hardship had fallen upon her family, so rather than join her family's mercenary business, she sought richer prospects with other mercenary companies. The biggest of the mercenary companies, who knew of and was impressed by, her nearly flawless school record, hired her as a low level trader. She excelled in this position, and she began moving up the ranks. And she rose she saw. Witnessed the corruption of the business she was in.

This was the root of her obsession with justice. Soon, she grew sick of witnessing he injustice, and, gathering other like-minded mercenaries, led a campaign against the company, both the lawful - delivering reports and information to officials - and lawless - burning down warehouses, or using manipulation and blackmail to expose the leaders of the company.

Her campaign was close to victory...and then betrayal caused it failure. Her own family, sold her out. She, and the others in her campaign, disappeared quietly.

As did her memories of the time.

She only recalls only snippets of living horror, a fragmented night mare of twisted experiments, blood, death, and above it all, a voice, tempting, promising her the power to get vengeance on her family, and bring justice not only to those who suffered beneath the oppression of the mercenaries, but to all who would harm the innocent.

Waking is her only distinct memory. Then:

A memory dark and she shadow she thrives on...

A chance?

No, another chance. The voice whispered.

Another chance. An opportunity t bring down the hammer of justice on the heads of the family that betrayed me in greed, the mercenaries that hurt others in greed, and on all others who would dare harm others for their own gain.

"Yes, I'll take it."

The voice chuckled, a high, scratchy sound that had me cringing. It's cackle grew louder upon seeings this - how it say, I do not know - and it said, in that low, velvety voice,

"Don't be so hesitant...your task is very simple. You don't even have to raise a finger to do it. You only have to sing."

That was all? I had expected something far more...dramatic. Perhaps slaughter a child or sacrifice the soul of an innocent.

....Sing? A task that was simple, and almost innocent sounding. Yet, there was something foreboding in the voice, a sort of sinister delight behind the words that told me that there was far more to the request than simply singing.

There had to be something more to it. It could not be that simple.

"...that is all? Are you sure? You don't want a sacrifice...or an offering?"

"You are willing to kill, but you are not willing to sing? You must have a twisted sense of morals..."

I continued to inisist, questioning, proding, hoping that the voice would reveal it's true intentions. But no matter my insistence, it would not tell me. There were many things it would not tell me. It's name, what it was, why it wanted to help me. When I asked it was silent, when I persisted it became annoyed.

So, I stopped asking, and just did.

I sang. Belted my voice till it filled the rounded chamber, till it echoed off the molded brick walls. Till I could feel the waves from my voice shudder though me...and seize me.

My words, pure, sweet, telling of ?, twisted into something unknown. Words in a language that I did not know, in a voice that was not my own, but dark, richer, baritone woven with something sinister, began to fall from my lips. I let loose a noise of surprise, and tried to close my mouth.

I could not. Panic, snaked up in me, as my voice continued of its own will, seperate from my body continuing on far beyond where lack of breath should have cut it silent.

And, each word began to bring destruction, and shadow. From my limbs, darkness began to roll. It spilled from my arms and finger tips, out from my chest, swirled from my legs. It gathered, a massive cloud that swirled about me smothering out every sense. No sight, no sound, no touch...only hearing.

And terrible things I did hear.

I heard screams. Twisted, keening shreiks, that pierced my ears, sent pain through them, making me wish i was also deaf. Screams of children, men, women.

I heard mighty crashes, the type that might come from a boulder crashing into the ground, only by the hundreds, mixing together into an orchestra of destruction.

I heard a wind, a high shattering whistle that rose above the screams the crashes, as though a storm were tearing through.

And above it all I heard my voice, baritone, sinister rising steadily through the notes, low to high, till it reached the highest, shattering, shaking note...

Then silence. Then darkness.

I woke to nothing. Literally, nothing.

I was lying in the middle of a barren wasteland. Gone was the chamber I had began the ritual in. Gone were fields of lush grass, and bright flowers I had jouneyed through; in their place was black ash, and hideous gray rock. Gone were the trees, lush and full; blacked stick corpses stood in their place. Gone were the sounds of life: the footsteps of tiny creatures, the gurgle of water running over rocks in a stream, the shouts of play and work from a village in the distance; a eclipsing silence reigned.

Death reigned.

And the scary thing was...I didn't care.

I wanted to care...but I simply didn't. I had what I wanted. I had the tools I needed to deliver justice.

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