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Name: Michael Bones

Nickname: Whatever the agents feel like calling him, he allows. After all, there's not much room to argue. Sometimes 'Ganon' comes to mind when he sees a reflection of himself, but he can't remember where he heard the name before. He has also been called "Bones".

Hobbies:

Gaming- Before becoming a youma, Michael enjoyed playing games. He used to make videos and post them on the internet while he played the game, commentating on his actions and whatever the game made him think of. While not the best player around, he gained a following just from his loud, out-spoken antics, and became quite popular online.

Grinding - Perhaps a byproduct of his video gaming hobby as a human, Michael enjoys any repetitive task given to him. Sometimes, if there is no work for him to do, he will endeavor to busy himself collecting and separating rocks or whatever he can find around the rift. Working out or training also fits into this hobby- anything that will keep him busy, but not over-complicate things for him.


Virtues:

Loyal - Michael is, of course, very loyal to the negaverse, but it doesn't just come from his being a youma and being designed that way. Actually, it is another remnant from his human days. As regular guy Michael, he was always loyal to his friends and would back them up whenever they needed it. He would defend them if things got heated online, either inside of a game or when internet trolls went on the attack. Michael was always considered the go-to guy. Now he will follow a nega into battle with his full spirit and use all his energy to assist them.

Friendly - While perhaps not so much in the conventional sense anymore, Michael can still be considered a very friendly Youma. Tough though he may be, he is not the kind of youma that would lash out at another monster or an agent of the negaverse. No, quite the opposite of that. He likes to come up and join those who will let him, often sitting nearby and watching with interest. He is open to interacting with those in the negaverse. Of course, this trait shuts off when he's out against his enemy. It is not to be mistaken for compassion- he is nice to those who deserve it.

Fearless - Michael is stubborn as they come. He will not back down from a fight no matter what the odds are, and has suffered for it in the past. But his time having to recover in the rift is little consequence to him, as long as he doesn't lose because he backed down from a challenge. He faces his enemy bravely, attacking and defending without hesitation.

Flaws:

Stubborn - That fearlessness comes at a price sometimes- Michael tends to strongly dislike having to change his strategy. If he wants to attack, he's going to attack, and if he needs to defend another agent, that's just what he's going to do. Getting him to re-group and re-focus can be difficult at times, especially if the new plan involves running away. While he has never officially denied the orders of an officer, he has proven to be a bit of a lump about listening IMMEDIATELY.

Dim-witted - Unlike some other youma of his power, Michael has not retained much of his former intelligence. If he has, he isn't one to openly display it. He seems to get confused if caught in a trap or given too many tasks at once. Perhaps it relates back to his grinding days in video games- he likes to keep on only one task at a time, not twenty. He can speak, but generally he seems to struggle with it, his words broken and booming. So he doesn't speak that much, growling and grunting responses to save himself the embarrassment.

Loud - This is one youma with a set of lungs. His words aren't always coherent or intelligent, but boy are you going to hear them. The same with his roars and yowls, grunts and growls. He loves to go wailing into battle, violently voicing his eagerness to fight. More than that, in the midst of battle he seems to remember more English than outside of it, though only curse words! Even outside of battle he'll answer questions with words or grunts that are much louder than they need to be. His voice is useful, no denying that, but he takes it much too far.

Abilities

Physical: Ram Tough
Michael's horns, as well as the rest of his skull, are terribly tough, allowing him to gore through people with ease. These strengthened horns grant him much more durability in battle. Do not head butt him when he is in attack mode! He can easily smash through just about anything standing in his way.

Magical: War Cry!
Putting his lungs to good use, Michael can let out a massive battle cry that carries out over the battlefield in front of him. It's a rallying kind of roar, that boosts the power of any negaverse agent or youma within hearing range. The attack boost lasts at most thirty seconds, depending on how much energy he has to spare, and he can launch the call twice in one battle before needing to recharge. Sometimes it comes in the form of a loud curse, and while it's not actually a skill, the sudden profanity can surprise people!



History: Michael was the same as any young adult- he just wanted to find himself. He spent plenty of time sitting at his desk, playing games and recording his voice for the masses. He really enjoyed spreading his opinions and having people respond, even if they were sometimes asshats about disagreeing with him. He had friends, lots of people within the internet gaming community, and he had a fan-base of loyal followers who watched his videos every week.

But even so, he had always wondered if there was something more for him just around the corner. If he was only wasting his time on things that didn't even matter.

One day, he was checking his comment section on one of his newest videos and happened upon a very peculiar note. It didn't seem to have been a response to any of the comments around it, yet on its own it made no sense. 'You'll do great' was all it said. Of course, he was used to seeing completely nonsensical comments, and quickly dismissed it as someone who just didn't know how to speak English. He didn't know that someone had been watching him. Someone who thought, as he did, that perhaps he was meant for something more.

It wasn't long before everything came to a head.

A few days later, Michael was attending a gaming convention with some of his online friend, signing autographs and speaking on panels about their upcoming projects and what it was like playing games for a living. The usual for him, really. He enjoyed it, of course, but somehow there was just a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. The restlessness eventually got the better of him, and between panels he decided to take a break. He went out back behind the convention center, just to grab a cigarette and maybe calm his mind. Normally he wasn't big on stressing about things. This was very weird for him.

Everything that happened after that came so quickly, Michael hadn't really been able to process it. Someone, or something, jumped him from behind, slamming him against the ground before dragging him into a darkened side area behind the building. He attempted to kick himself free, but the other being was much too strong for him, and he was quickly knocked flat on his back not two seconds after awkwardly climbing to his feet. He looked up, a man he had never seen before, wearing some kind of crazy cosplay outfit with very real-looking weapons, was standing over him. The man pretty much jumped on top of him at that point, Michael yelping in protest to suddenly being straddled by another dude. What the hell was up with that?!

Then, he felt a terrible pain spread through his body like a wildfire. His eyes widened in horror was he saw the man's hand literally sink into his chest like it belonged there! The scream Michael let out had to have been the loudest cry for help anyone had ever heard. If anyone could have heard it, anyway. Unfortunately, the gaming community are a loud bunch, and inside the convention center, all the gaming machines and chatting people completely drowned out his screams.

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It was a dream the youma sometimes remembered, though mostly he didn't give it too much thought. While it played as he slept, and seemed to be a part of his memory, it felt distant. Like he wasn't actually that person. But he was- He was Michael Bones, a young man who had been attacked by an agent of the negaverse. An overly eager agent who had been watching him for a long time, wanting to turn him into a member of their fold. But that eagerness bit him in the butt, ultimately, as he had ended up pouring much too much chaos into Michael's starseed, corrupting him well past the levels of humanity. Michael had not become an agent, but a monster instead. A youma, as they called him. A massive beast with green skin and red hair, loyal to the negaverse all the same, but no longer a human. He was a mistake. A powerful, but unfortunate mistake. All that promise two men had thought he could have, gone to waste.

Oh well, he didn't care. Maybe he could find someone to take him out on a mission.

Name: Lewis Haywood

Nickname: None

Age: 21

Birthday: July 8th

Sign: Cancer

Gemstone: Ruby

Blood Type: AB+

Fav. Food: Those jelly drinks from Japan

Hated Food: Peppermint

School: Destiny City University

Hobbies:
Yo-Yo...ing - Come on. Six hands? You KNOW he's going to like showing off what he can do with them. When he was a human, he enjoyed playing with a yo-yo, and when he was showing off to his friends, he would use two. Now he can use SIX. Of course, most of the other agents aren't too interested, but he doesn't mind too much- he still enjoys spending his free time playing with a yo-yo or four. It's a nice way to escape his troubles and just... have fun.

Knitting - Lewis always enjoyed making things. Sewing had always been a passion. However, when he gained some extra limbs, that fun activity suddenly took on new meaning. Knitting, in particular, is something he's grown very fond of. Not only does it help him feel a little more like the spider he seems to mimic, it also helps him relax after a long day gathering energy. He uses his knitting skills to make things for the other agents, though most of the time he suspects they aren't appreciated.

Climbing - when he had been a complete human, he hadn't been very active. He liked to stay home and chill. Maybe make a sweater. As a half-youma, he has a lot more energy than he used to, and a lot more strength, too. He enjoys training himself by rock climbing, using his limbs to get him up places he never would have been able to ascend to in the past. It's a great way to keep in shape, and also fun. So, no complaints on either side of the fence, really.

Virtues:

Calm - Lewis is very good at remaining calm when things get tough, mostly because he has a very chill personality. He grew up feeling very okay about everything going on around him, and he never felt particularly worried about the future. That attitude tends to serve him well, especially in battle. He never panics, never makes a mistake because he's frightened or because he feels like the odds are against him. His calm state of being allows him to help those around him whenever the pressure starts to get to them. It's very rare to work up his emotions, though it can happen. And we'll get to that soon enough.

Diplomatic - Because he is calm, Lewis can also be very diplomatic when needed. Should a fight break out between his peers, he's very good at mediating and trying to find common ground for them all to walk on. He believes that everyone should be able to just relax and get along with one another without it being a big deal. This diplomacy also comes in handy when he's dealing with his enemies. He tends to like engaging in conversation with them, and his presentable personality allows him to gain information from his enemies while they chat. But he doesn't extend his desire to find common ground to the senshi- he keeps serene and chats with them just to see what they might accidentally give up.

Resourceful - Lewis is a fellow who can think of his feet. With all those arms at his disposal, of course he can manufacture ways to help himself out of sticky situations. He can set traps and leave messes that need to be cleaned up while he makes an escape, or he can find himself something to fight with if he needs to. (not that he really ever needs to, of course.) Yes, he's very good at fending for himself.

Intelligence - It's pretty clear that Lewis has a decent head on his shoulders. He's a very smart young man and probably would have done well in college if he had been able to finish it. Too bad most colleges don't really want a student with gray skin and a bunch of eyes and arms. Probably because they kill people and steal starseeds. It's understandable, really.

Flaws:

Snaps - That calm personality has its limits, and like anyone, he can eventually get mad. But because he spends so much time keeping a lid on his emotions, those rare moments where he finally explodes are HUGE. He can snap on someone, Nega or otherwise, in an instant if the circumstances are right, and sometimes that'll lead to immediate confrontation. Generally in the form of six fists heading towards one face.

Lazy - When he's not in battle, Lewis likes to waste his time playing with his yo-yos or making something new to wear. He really dislikes having to go on missions, and generally likes to ask if someone else would be willing to do it for him. He was never one for physical confrontation, and much prefers playing the referee. Perhaps it's because of his intelligence, which makes him feel more entitled than it should. Like he is too good to do the grunt work- he's a missionary. It often takes poking and prodding, but eventually he'll get to work.

Over-confident - Once off his a**, that entitled attitude can come back into play in battle, too. He often feels like he can think himself out of any situation, making him a very cocky b*****d. While he doesn't speak down on others or treat them poorly like some kind of football jock, he does hold an air of self-importance around him at all times. That feeling that he knows he's the smartest guy in the room. Sometimes, it's not all about intelligence, though, and he can end up in trouble just as easily as the next guy.



Negaverse Alias: Lieutenant Chalcanthite
Challenge: "Along came a spider."

Abilities Since one ability is already set for him, he's only got one other one to show off.

Spider's Eye:
Being so chill and calm, it's only natural his magic power can amplify those traits and turn them into something useful. Chalcanthite has the power to stun his opponent with his gaze. If direct eye contact is made, he can paralyze his target for up to thirty seconds. But he can only use the attack three times in a battle before needing to recharge, and he must wait ten minutes before doing it again. The other problem is that someone who has been glared at already in that fight are not affected by the attack a second time- he can only use it on different attackers. After a day, the immunity fades and they can be subject to the stunning attack again in future fights.



History:

Lewis had liked his human life. He had been the top of his class in college and he didn't really need to study to pull it off. It just came naturally to him. The lack of challenge did occasionally leave him feeling bored, but he had always found ways to occupy his time. He likes to design clothing and hang out with his friends. He liked to have fun, aware he could put off his work because he could just do it quickly the night before and make out alright. He was a procrastinator, and he never thought about the future, and that was just the way he wanted to be.

He hadn't been looking to change things- he hadn't wanted to become part of something bigger. But it seemed fate had other things in store of his talents.

He had been attacked on the way back from home one night and transformed into something... more. It had been terribly painful, unlike anything he had experienced before, and he really never wanted to go through it again. Having your starseed filled with chaos hurt like a b***h! Even more when it over flowed! Indeed, the chaos that had been pumped into him had been too much for his body to handle, and he had been transformed into some kind of half-monster. A youma, but not a complete one. He was caught somewhere between that and a human. Which, as it turned out, was kind of a good thing. He had never really dealt with being 'in the middle' before, so he had been expecting it to suck. But if he had been turned into a full youma, he would have been treated only slightly better than a pet! He had seen that soon enough for himself. If he had been just a normal agent of the negaverse, he would have never gained the four extra arms he suddenly found himself with. The strength, the magic, the enhanced sight- none of it would have come to him. He would have had some cheesy weapon and run around in the shadows, just like the guy who had attacked him.

So, really, he liked this middle ground business. He was powerful, but not dumb, and he wasn't so human that he just became one of the negaverse crowd. Just like when he was a human, he stood a little above the rest, at least in his own mind. Being a half-youma wasn't so bad- he got to chill out and do things his way.

Reflecting on it, he imagined he didn't hate being more than a human, even if it did mean his college days were over. They had been sweet, but it looked like things were a heck of a lot sweeter for him now.

Maybe change wasn't so bad.

Name: Aadi

Nickname: None

Hobbies:
Reading
Aadi might have lost almost everything that made her the individual she was when she was a human but her avidness for reading fantasy and romance books had remained relatively intact. She might find various emotional states described in the books difficult to comprehend at this point but sees this as an avenue to aid her in understanding and relating to the Negaverse officers whom she has to work with.

Sketching
Aadi sees sketching as an activity that can help her understand the individual she was prior to her youmification in between moments when she felt inspired to capture a scenery with her pencil and paper. She can often times be found sketching either in the park at night or in the Rift.


Virtues:
Loyal
It has never crossed Aadi's mind at all to second guess a Negaverse officer's intent and orders whatever they may be. She knows that she owes it to the Negaverse for a second chance in life despite it costing her own humanity and will not hesitate to hunt and strike down her enemies unless ordered to do otherwise by an officer.

Protective
When the situation calls for it, Aadi will never hesitate to put herself directly between the Negaverse officers whom she fights alongside with and impending danger. She knows from her own observations that they are still human and hence more squishy and prone to mortal injuries compared to herself despite the enhanced physical abilities and accelerated healing Chaos has bestowed upon them.


Flaws:
Blunt
Aadi tends to be blunt and speak her mind during her interactions with people and other humanoid youmas capable of comprehending human speech. She doesn't see any harm in butting heads with others when opinions differ or bother to exercise restrain when addressing officers other than a General-King or Queen.

Covetous
When something an individual possesses catches Aadi's eye, she will do anything be it beg, borrow or steal in order to get her hands on it. After she has acquired said object, she will add it to her personal stash in the Rift that is kept out of sight so as to prevent others from snitching it from her.


Abilities
Grand Slam (Magical)
Aadi slams a fist into the ground and generates a shockwave that throws her target and anyone immediately adjacent to him/her off balance. This can be used twice per battle on any target within ten feet of Aadi.

Hypermetabolism (Physical)
This ability kicks in after two rounds of combat or when Aadi's bonded officer is perceived to be in grave danger, granting Aadi a boost in the speed of her movements for the remainder of the battle.




History:
Aadi was formerly known as Aida Marriott. She lived in the town next to Destiny City, working as a nurse in the Psychiatry wards by day and purging the streets of Senshis and Knights with her team as a Spec-Ops Captain by night. She had everything going for her and was engaged to marry a young doctor by the name of James Ashford whom she had been dating for the past three years and shared a common interest in sketching with at the end of the month.

She never made it to her wedding however, mysteriously vanishing without a trace after she parted ways with her friends at a hen party that was held the night before the wedding. Everyone including her fiancé, family, friends and colleagues were baffled by her sudden disappearance. The police were called in but found that there was little that they could do other than ruling out foul play. The individual known as Aida Marriott was never seen or heard of again save for seemingly random sightings of an individual who looked almost exactly like her on the streets of Destiny City.

This was the untold story of what happened on the night before her wedding.

It had initially seemed like one of her usual missions to search and destroy an Eternal Senshi who had eluded them for quite a while. They were supposed to snuff out the Eternal Senshi's miserable existence and she would then follow up with a report of their success to their superiors before turning in for the night so that she could walk down the aisle and marry the man she loved the next morning.

Little did she expect that things would go horribly wrong this time round for her and her team. It was a trap and her entire team was annihilated barely a minute into engaging the Eternal Senshi and the two Knights and Guardian Cat whom he had been in cahoots with. She was gravely injured and her pursuants were hot on her trail. There was no time to call for help nor did she possess the strength to teleport herself to the safety afforded by the Rift. She had failed miserably for the very first time and she was now going to pay for it dearly with her own life.

It was then that she remembered the little stash of starseeds that she always carried with her as well as what they were supposed to be used for. It was an all or nothing situation for her now and she was willing to risk everything she had in order to survive this. She died eventually at the hands of her pursuants but not before the resultant transformation from the starseeds she had hastily consumed. When she regained consciousness next, she found herself reanimated in the Rift as a youma, her previous life as a human mostly forgotten save for vague memories of a certain blue-eyed blond male whom she otherwise knew next to nothing of.