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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:07 pm
Name: Sophia
Age: 18
Race: Neko
Appearance:
Weapons: Her guns Cain and Abel, (Cain being black, Abel being silver white), and a mysterious monster that she carries in a case on her back.
Armour: Simple cloth and Leather clothing.
Fighting Style: Simbaku (Gunslinger Fighting)
Special Abilities: Able to manipulate the element in her guns
Personality: Sophia is a quaint young woman very well mannered and not a person to go out looking for fights. Although hot tempered at times she doesn't care for conflict and always stands up for what she believes is right. She firmly believes in justice and punishing evil. She has a tendency to be a flirt but doesn't know it herself. She often uses honorifics.
Background: A native to England she found herself wandering aimlessly looking for her lost brother in Japan, according to her deceased Grandfather whom she had a vision of he is there looking for their mother that went off in search of a promise land showed to her in her own vision, long ago. Taking along her Father's guns and a large box containing the unknown on her back, she went out looking for Jun. While wandering she stumbled on this mysterious area...
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:24 pm
Name: Bitsuroi Age: Early 20s Race: Samurai from the Extra Dimension Apperence:  Weapons (if any): His mystical weapon Iodene. Possesses odd powers Armor (if any): Plated samurai armor, infused with an odd sort of aura Fighting style (if any): His own brand of swordplay known as Hidaifu. Focuses mainly on horizontal sword swings and infused strikes Special abilities (if any): Quite a many, but most of them are unusable. He is capable of controlling certain types of stone, can infuse elements into his sword, and can launch them into projectile attacks through his strokes. Other info/ backround: A samurai turned ronin, Bisturoi left the dimension in search of a new lord and land. Through some hardships, he has become mostly unfond of people and can be extremely volatile when provoked. He has a strange love of cats and is extremely compassionate to them.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 12:37 pm
Name: Tywin
Age: 18
Race:high elf
Apperence: lean as well as handsome with sharply angled featured with a long scar from his forehead to the bottom of his jaw line. Tall with icy blue eyes and bright blonde hair
Weapons (if any): double two meter curved gold and silver swords
Armor (if any): verry spikey silver and gold armor
Fighting style (if any): verry agressive, likes to force enemy to block instead of strike
Special abilities (if any): able to enhance strength or speed
Other info/ backround: was a general at the fall of his home land to the humans
he now holds a grudge agains almost all humans
has a soft spot for human civillians (wont attack civilians)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 2:46 pm
Name: Ice Burgh
Age: 10
Race: Human (i think)
Apperence: my avi
Weapons (if any): none
Armor (if any): just the cloth on my back
Fighting style (if any): long rang
Special abilities (if any): Ice spell, sharp eyes, and cold heart that feels
Other info/ backround:Upon hearing his father's death, Ice rushed home to find that everyone has left. After wandering the castle and remembering the old fun times he had there he found a note. ' Dear son this castle now belong to you. Use it as you see fit.' After years pass Ice started to get lonly so he got up one day and wander the world inviting who every he thought was good.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2007 10:19 pm
Name:Zander Darkstride (Gos by fox)
Race: Goule
Age: 9/17
Gender: Male
Appearances:
(nine year old form) he stands at a small 4'11" Long black hair flows down his well towned body. A lose fitting pare of black pance , cover his legs and the top of his feet. His feet, hand , and even his chest are wrapped up in cloth bandages. Over all of this is a dark green cloke with his hood normal y pulled back so people could see his light gray eyes
(17 year old form ) Same just standing 5'11''
Weapons
claws biggrin ragon claws have been grafted to his body from a magic sorce making them stronger then any mettle and could cut threw the toughest skin.
Sword: This short sword is made of titanium.
Dagders: 4 Elven dagger built to blind with his magic ability that runs with in him. he can flow his power in them to make them hit harder and even brack threw shield and other protective elements.
guns: He has two 9MM Pistels in a holster under his cloke, nothing specal with the guns other then it gives him a raged weapon.
Smoke pellets: Puts up a smoke scren so he can run and maybe hoke someone.
Gas pellets: A pellet that is filled with a dangeris and deadly mustered gas that is used to take out group of people at once.
fighting style:
it is something that he made up. Over the years he spent being by him self, it focuses on his speed, agility and ability to move well in the air. The fact that he can jump higher then normal his legs are the main force of attacking and well the only reason his hands do anything are to block and regain balance.
Abilities:
extra limes: His tail strong and sturdy His tail is free moving and can be used as a weapon and it is used as such miny times.
Transformations: He can turn in to a flock of bats for anything that he wishes. Taking on the form and atrobuts of the animal
Shadow magic: He has lured almost the complete mastery of the shadow arts. Shadow spells and other things have almost no effect to him, but having this makes him weak to the poler oposet of his powers.
Superhuman speed: He can move faster then most beings.
Superhuman stranth: He was stronger then any normal person but for something demon or other being he was just above average.
Weakness: his selfosteem was his big one always felt like he did something wrong. and feelings he always had them on his sleeve so everyone new how he felt and could play on it. his magic was also a weakness for him it drew on his body so he could not do much at a time and Holy magic.
Persona: he is a loving boy, with a smile always on his face and loved to protect people even thow he was young, he always give the people the binofet of the doubt and thinks that there is always some good in people even the devil has some good in him
Even thou he is a kind and people like him, he is a sadistic little boy, the feeling of blood dripping threw his fingers makes him happier then anything. Torchering people has become a pass time that eh likes to do, having people scream and beg him to stop from the pain that they are fealing.
Bio: His mother was a kind and gentle women filled with magic power beyond most beings will to hold a grasp over. His father was nothing more then a head strong mage that found himself better then all that walked upon this earth and other outlining dominions. On a cold October night they had a small baby boy they named him Zander, The boy despised this name all the children that where in the town that he was now forced to live in poked and prodded at him about that and his small and underdeveloped magical powers. Even the new born in the towns where more skilled in the magic world then him. His father rezinted him for this being the most powerful being in the town and in his mind the world. Just the thought of this boy being his son was sickening to him.
On his 6th berthday he had a party like normal and like normal no one showed up to it. His heat was shattered once again in his life. His father told him that he had something for him in his lab something that he wanted and hoped for so much. The father was not mastacken in this aspect the boy, he did want to be a power full mage or anything for that mater just to make his mother and father proud of him. The father tricked him in to his lab where he was trapped in a cage in the main room of the place zander would soon to know as a "hell". The dark dank walls where nothing to look at and the smell of rotting flesh that lied around the room made the boy sick. Wanting to get out of this place and wishing that all this was nothing more then a nightmare, but it was true that it was happening even thow his mind wished difrent.
After a few days the boys father came down with a giant box. it was roufely 7ft tall and could hold 2 of the boy side by side in with. After a moment the box was opened it was a giant man covered in scars and burns on his flesh. His father was limping for some reason but Zander Was happy to see him in pain. The door swong open and the he was pulled out my the top of his head being dragged along the floor. The boy yailed out in pain crying like someone had just died. Witch he did not know someone was about to. he was strapped down to a table. A band across each of his arms and one on his chest none held his legs. The boy was kicking as hard as he could trying to get his father off of him. He was so focused on trying to get him off with his feet just trowing kick after kick in to the air he did not see his father grab a hammer and sweng it down on to the boys legs. Smashing the bones in both of his legs.
his father got to work on the boy after he was no longer moving and really just lieing there. The boy stopped crying by now the pain was nothing for him, it was more the pain of his father was turning him in to a puppet of his sick and twisted mind. His father started to loufe as he looked the boy over and grabbed on to his arm and pulled it out of its socket . Zander flenshend but did not make a nose. This was just the start of the pain. Soon after his arm was dislocated it was ripped off. There was still nothing out of the boy other then a giggle. One by one his limbs where ripped off and replaced by whatever his father pulled off of demons that he had lieing around and miny more boxes that where brout in to the room that he kept the boy strapped to the table.
The only breaks that the boy got from these "tune ups" as his father called them. Where win he tried to sleep, but there was nothing that could make him sleep right now. He lied there in piles of his own runoff and waited for the next days fun. This went on for months, Zander heard from his mother in the room above the lab that it was now The boys birthday. " had it really been a year." He thought to him self. His father came down for one last time to "fix the boy." like always He lied there trying to fight his father off till he was beaten and broken so he would submit to his fathers will. This last one his father had burned runes in to the boy and marked him with a sine of his family like he was going to love what he had been turned in to. To his fathers unlikeing Zander had learned some thing about his new body wile he was lieing awake in the night.
The strength that it had behind it was more then even his father did. Once this seson for the day was over he decided that it was enough. Trying with his new might to break the bands that had held him to the table for so long.
After trying for some time he managed to snap the bands that held him as he crawled to the wall at the far side of the lab. He found a drain that was lieing on the floor blood was briping down in to it. He left that night trew that drain and headed for the woods.
Once he was in the woods he lied there. A family of foxes found the boy and stayed next to him for nights as he was healing they tuck him in as a stray. Feeding him cleaning him and loving him like there own. Once he was well they left in the night, so once again he was alone siting in the cold and damp of the night. He was tired of being nothing more then a lump and hoping to die night by night and yet he was never dead the next morning . So he started to walk in one dereson digging holes to sleep in at night and bilding small huts and covers to block out the rain at night. One day he heard a scream in the disenct and found himself looking over a grand field with one bilding siting on top of a hill. People coming in and out of it, He stayed on the eage of the woods for a few more nights. Till he got up the nerve to head in and stay there even if he had to hide in to the walls for warmth and a place to stay.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 11:51 am
Name: Vice
Age: Though he does not know his actual age, he remembers his age being close to about 56,000. Despite his actual age, he appears to be about 26.
Species: Soul Reaver, Was once a cross breed of Dragon and Mystic.
Appearance:
Humanoid Form; Vice has long, black hair. He has one red eye and one silver; both have the ability to move independently of the other. He is 6’7 and well toned, with a slender face and very pale. Normally his black hair covers his silver eyes, so that it might not be seen. He has many battle scars, but also has ancient symbols and runes marked throughout his body. Normally he looks very human in this form, the only thing that really shows he is not are the two black Draconian wings on his back.
Beast Form; In this form Vice becomes much larger, reaching heights to about 7’5, and his muscle-mass expands far beyond the dreams of any humanoid creature. His skin turns slightly grey and his silver eye turns red. His hands turn to large claws that take on a silver-ish kind of glow and his hair becomes longer. As he grows in size his two initial wings seem to move up his back more, then another two wings grow. These two wings are different from the first two, one being a white angel wing and the other becoming a red bird-like wing. For some reason the white wing will seem to resist Vice sometimes, as if it has a mind of its own.
Reaver Form: In this form Vice is the same height as in his humanoid form, but lacking in all physical detail. His skin turns pitch black and move on his body as if it were alive. Sometimes another face can be seen trying to push its way through his skin, but then gets pulled back in. Both eyes are silver in this form, while his hair turns a crimson red.
Weapons:
Soul Ripper: A sword bound together with the flesh of creatures, the structure made of bone. Inside is a small, silver crystal which fuels the blade and gives it its own life. A menacing blade, it uses the power of lost souls to perform acts that many would consider to be “evil.” This blade has a sister weapon called “The Sword of Screams.”
The Mirror Sword: This weapon is used strictly for defensive purposes. It has several symbols on it that give it one special ability; to reverse attacks. As soon as something touches the blade it is repelled in the opposite direction with an equal amount of force and energy. For example; if someone slashes down at the blade with another sword, as soon as two weapons touch a force is sent through the blade at the exact point of collision. The force matches the attack set upon the blade, sending an equal amount of energy upwards to the opponent’s blade. This weapon can also be used against energy attacks.
Fighting Style: Just a mixture of styles he has learned in his lifetime. Mostly just bersek attacks though.
Armor:
The Lost Armor: A black armor that is so well fortified in both physical and magical properties, that it is nearly impossible to damage. It weighs enough to stop the movement of normal creatures, but because of Vice’s immense strength he is able to move rather well in the armor. Because of the Armors thickness it is virtually impossible to reach Drake flesh and runes are inscribed all over it, causing elemental attacks to do almost no damage.
Powers:
Soul Energy: As is stated, Vice has the ability to harness and use the power of the soul… But not just his soul. Once he found that the soul was such a great resource he began to tamper with ways to use another person’s soul instead of his own and therefore causing permanent damage to his body. Eventually he managed to create a symbol that sucked the soul and life force right out of a person; the downfall to that being that it changed him forever. His own soul was tainted by that of others and he now relies on other beings souls in order to survive. In some cases he even gets the power of a being he has absorbed, though it does not happen often.
Runes and Symbols: He has many runes found over his body, and knows hundreds more by memory. The runes can range anywhere from healing to mass destruction… it simply depends on which he uses. He can also combine the mail elements of two or more symbols, creating a completely new skill.
Strength and Speed: Vice has trained throughout the centuries and has become extremely strong and quick, though he may not look it. He has a rune on his body which condenses his body mass, to make it seem like a normal person. His normal clothes are also very heavy, which helps him train in both strength and speed.
Mind Attacks: Although Vice very rarely uses this ability, it is something he has almost perfected. It is simply a form of inflicting pain upon his opponent using his mind. Drake can even force images into the mind of a weak minded person, causing difficulty to know what is actually going on.
Acidic Blood: That’s pretty much all it is… Vice’s blood becomes acidic when exposed to air.
Crystals: One of Vice’s favorite attacks. He creates small, sharp crystals that can do things like absorb power, trap creatures, hold energy and simply impale people.
Forbidden Magic: A form a magic that the “Gods” considered too cruel to be used in the normal world. The knowledge and scriptures of the spells were locked away, but when Vice found out about these spells he decided to search the world over for them. By the time he had collected all the scriptures he, he found out that a price had to be paied to use the magik. The payment could be as simple as a couple drops of blood, or as expensive as the life of a loved one. Most of the time, however, it costs a part of a creatures soul.
Elements: Drake has a semi-mastery control over all of the elements.
Bio: (Eh, I fill this out later.) Okay by the Ali.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 7:48 pm
Name: Doji Kurohito
Height: 5'5
Weight: 161
Age: 45
Weapons
Kurohito has trained all of his life for various modes of combat. Being from a society of war and combat, his skills rival the best of the best. His Kakita Blade is his main weapon, lighter than most katanas, and sharp enough to cut through stone and other metals. His Longbow is both his ranged weapon of choice and his tool for hunting game while on the move.
Armor
Kurohito uses standard leather based Samurai Great Armor. THe helm has a large, swooping crane forged from steel.
Dress and Apparel
When in the wild on his adventures, Kurohito is usually wearing his standard blue yukata, leather boots, and blue leather gloves. His eyepatch is always on his face, and his swords are always at his side.
When attending places of higher class and dress, he is generally seen in a nicer blue yukata, made from a more smooth and glossy silk as his normal traveling garment. As with traveling, his eyepatch and swords are always present. His boots are replaced with black dress shoes, which he picked up during his travels.
In combat, his traveling yuakata is covered by his set of Great Armor. A dark blue, this armor is a wooden shell covered in leather bands which are bolted to the wooden shell. The helm is a metal and leather helmet, a dark blue. The top of the helmet is home to a large steel Crane, its head swooping down above the open part of the helm. The arm protectors are standard samurai protectors, as is the rest of the outfit.
During times of sickness, the blue yukata is replaced with a dark green yukata. The eyepatch is removed, replaced with a blue silken patch that is wooden and fits within the socket to help seal it. His mouth area is covered in a metal mask, which looks like the maw of a demon. His hair is pulled back and tied in four ponytails with blue silk ribbons, to help keep it from getting into places which it can catch any contaminents.
Traveling Gear
The gear Kurohito travels with is light and is based around both urban and wilderness survival.
His main bag is a large leather backpack. Inside is his armor, clothes, paper, ink wells, quills, scroll caches, blade repair materials, armor repair materials, general sewing supplies, and his whiskey and burbon. He also has on him general items used for survival (flint, small fishing rod, etc)
On his right side is a smaller bag, which contains his Koku. As well as the small bag, there is a large water skin, which holds water.
Generally Kurohito travels with no food on him. In the event his travels take him places away from a standard climate, his large bag will also contain food. He has become adapt to living off of the land as he goes, hunting or fishing when he is hungry.
Kurohito as a Person
As a person, Kurohito is a nice man. He is very open to those he knows, and is always wanting to meet new people. Being on the move constantly, his attitude towards the general public is seen as a first impression. If the first man from a village he meets is rude, he will assume the rest of the village is just as hostile and avoid it.
As an experienced tactician and shogun, his knowledge in combat and tactics is incredible. He is always willing to give aid to generals and other leaders on how to win a battle, for a small fee of course. When giving aid, he uses indirect comments and riddles, hoping the one requesting his help is intelligent enough to figure them out.
When on the move, Kurohito enjoys combat. At random times, he will join bands of men in a cause he finds just. Being a talented fighter himself, he will scope out the ability of an army before joining. If the army he has joined gets the advantage at anytime, he will leave them. To him, combat is an art, and as with all art, there is balance.
Being a man who has zero children to call his own, Kurohito takes to helping children in the places he visits. From swimming, to open hand combat, Kurohito has taught many children around his travels things that they were lacking or were unable to learn with the given surroundings. This also includes reading, writing, math, and basic sciences.
Special Abilities
Due to a past incident with a past love affair, Kurohito can no longer use magic, magical items, supernatural abilities, or elements. Likewise, he can only be affected by physical attacks, made by items or persons who are whole blood (not magical, a summon, etc).
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Posted: Mon Jul 23, 2007 2:31 pm
Name: Kevin
Age: 363
Race: Dragon
Apperence: blood red body with black spikes, claws and horns. Has eyes that shimmer like fire topaz. Always has a sword by his side worn like that of a true samurais.
Weapons (if any): A modified long sword made to look like fire made out of blood and black diamond.
Armor (if any): Dragon mail only worn in battle
Fighting style (if any): Kung fu, Muay Thai, and Samurai
Special abilities (if any): Necromancer [power to summon the undead mainly fallen dragons]
Other info/ backround: nothing in particular that you cant ask of
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 10:22 am
Name: Oniyuri Shimokawa
Nicknames: Oni, Ri, Riri, Lily, Ririko
Age: 17
Race: Human
Apperance: Oniyuri is a slender girl, about 5'8" in height. She has long golden hair that is usually kept out of her face by her forehead protector from her old village. She is rarely seen without a pair of headphones nearby, many times they are simply slung around her neck. She keeps them with her as she's learned that when she really needs to focus, music is her biggest help. She also sometimes uses them as a decoy when traveling alone. By wearing them, but not playing any music, she appears to not be able to hear quiet sounds, but can keep track of what is going on around here. She generally wears skirts or kimonos, so that she can keep a kunai strapped to her thigh and have it be concealed, but within reach, should she need it. She can also almost always be seen with a perfectly preserved tiger lily in her hair, a present from her father.
Weapons (if any): Katana and kunai
Armor (if any): None
Fighting style (if any): general Kenjutsu
Special abilities (if any): None
Other info/ backround: When Oniyuri was a child, her mother was killed in a mysterious accident, one which no one would ever give her any details about. She grew up with only her father and older sister. She joined her village's ninja academy, but had some trouble progressing. Her sister excelled at everything, so when she wasn't able to live up to her teacher's expectations, she started giving up on herself, and wasn't able to surpass this. She became somewhat withdrawn and self-effacing as a result of this, feeling she had brought shame to her family by not being good at what her sister had been great at. By the age of 16, she was still unable to reach Genin, and so she left the academy, and the village soon thereafter.
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