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Name: Alastor Merash
Age: 19
Special skill: His wings (See "Apearance") and a VERY good agility.
Apearance: Alastor has black hair that is spiked up in thick spikes all over the place, though this is covered most of the time by a black helmet with small devil-ish wings petruding from the sides. He wears black boots and "Uber-dark" purple jeans with chains hanging from them. He has a black jacket, along with a dark blue t-shirt. On the back of the jacket are two, rather small yet sufficient wings he had crafted on due to Evine's technological advances. They do not enable him to fly however, just let him jump really high, and "Hover" down. the wings cannot be used for height gain.Merely gaining distance in a jump and such.
Weapons: He uses any weapons he can find, though he has three main weapons. The first is tucked into a slot in his jacket in the back. A large gun that looks almost like a shotgun but with blue vines covering it. It can fire blasts of lasers that are very powerful, however it takes a long time to reload. To the left of his belt is a small handgun that shoots out plasma lasers. It can fire in quick succesion, yet it is not very powerful. His final weapon is located inside his jacket. A simple button on his right sleeve allows a sort of "Vine" to slip out. the black vine will straighten, a small dark wing will apear on the end, and on the other end of the vine, several spikes and a small hole will apear. The whip (Yes, it is now a whip!) Can smash against the ground to cause some ground to spill up, and is also used as a good, well balanced weapon. The hole at the bottom of the whip can fire out simple bullets, tha are only useful against people who have some sort of mechanical shield.

That should do! ^^

Ahh okay, I'll have an uber-good agility then! ^^

Name: Hewitt [He has no last name]
Age: 7
Appearance: Hewitt looks very similar to a regular Earthling seven-year-old. He is bald, however, due to his odd 'birth'. He is small for his age, around 3' 9". His eyes are a brght blue, large and innocent at first glance. A more thorough examination of his eyes will reveal that they are as serious as any adult's. He wears a white tunic, much like an overcoat, except tied at the waist with a black sash. He wears no shoes.
Personality: Many people make the mistake of treating Hewitt as a child. These imbeciles will soon be overwhelmed by his ability to outwit them. He seldom smiles, acting more like a cold adult than the child he is.
Weaponry: None, unless tools count as weapons. In Hewitt's case, they sometimes do. Hewitt has an innate understanding of technology, from the simplest computer to the most complex security system.
History: Hewitt was created in a laboratory, a 'test-tube baby' if you will. The scientists who created him and his siblings were trying to create a group of military geniuses, but Hewitt was the only one who worked out successfully. At the age of five he managed to escape his creators, and fled to other worlds.

I don't see why I would have anything against that: but you're so paying for the vehicle fuel rods drained from carrying that weight! >_o (Nah, I joke.)

Name: Tomias "Mias" Mi'intarlo

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Centaur

Appearance: Underneath all of his gear and helmet, Tomias has a head of short, tufty (and highly messy) black hair that always seems to be in a state of helmet hair and dire need of brushing, as well as a shiny black tail. His eyes are a dark green, seeming to go on forever and easily show his emotion - especially when he is anxious or fearful. Sprouting from where human ears would normally be are two fluffy and rather large deer-like ears, tufts of brown and black hair sticking out slightly. The tips of these ears are black whilst the main part of them fit with his fur coat, a light brown. He is of a medium build, strong looking, but not really very strong in reality - although he can run fast, curtesy of his inherited horse legs. His lower body, melting from his human waist into a fine horse body, is coloured a dashing light brown that sometimes shines red in the light. His hooves are sturdy, although fine and narrow in keeping with the porpotioning of his horse body, and he has a single small white band of white fur around the ankle of his right front foot.

However, this is normally covered with the gear that he lugs around. Slung across his horse back is a pack that holds almost everything he owns - a small pda like device tucked into a pocket ready to hand. The straps that hold this pack steady are grey/black in colour, a strap going round his front and waist as well as under his belly. Over his human torso goes a long-sleeved shirt, protective against most elements and in keeping with the colour scheme of his pack. A black and grey harness fits over his shoulders and chest, holding a small assortment of tools that he often uses to remove panels to get at bare wires and other such things, but most importantly it holds a light shotgun-style weapon, the slightly long barrel bouncing against his side as he moves. His light helmet is, but of course, grey. The wide perspect visor is mirrored, allowing only his to see through, and covers most of his face save for the bottom of his chin. He says this helmet, that he himself made and lined with foil and other metals, stops people from mind reading him and pinpointing his location.

Personality: Tomias, although very intelligent, lacks the basic communication skills. He fears all conversations with people, fearing what they might say and how they expect him to answer. It is unexpected and can go any which way, unlike a computer. A computer thinks logically and is consistent, however, a human is unpredictable and irrational. He cannot predict them.

Things he cannot predict scare him, causing him to panic. Thus he retreated early on into the world of technology, taking safety in hacking and breaking apart all kinds of systems. He is often very determined, if he cannot do it the first time he will keep trying until he can do it, even if it means losing sleep or not eating.

Weapon: A shotgun-style blaster, firing a spray of energy bursts that can knock most objects flying. It has a slow rate of fire, the long barrel of the gun having to be flipped around to show the other end (the trigger and butt of the weapon staying still) in order to fire again.

Kuromikaze: Character Denied.

Quite simply, Caleb would send an omega squad to have you killed as a percieved threat to himself the moment you set foot in his sector.


Yun Xorin: Character accepted, sorry about the wait.

I hope you don't mind being left out of the active missions occasionally... but I'm sure you'll get along well with Andre, once you get to know him.

That's fine by me, he'd be better over the radio - much easier to communicate and get him to talk that way. But don't forget - he can run and jump pretty well, as well as having great stamina; all curtesy of his equine inheritance.