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name: flail

age: looks 29

race:dragon/human

apperance: in his human form he stands at about 6'3 and has a well built body. his right arm is dragon like with three talon like fingers and thick hard scales that resmebles plate mail armor. his thick dragon tail is almost 2/3rds his height and is covered in more flexible scales that his arm. large wings that are each as tall as he is but show the wear of much use and many fights. his right eye is a dragon eye and has a long scar running across it. his face is scared and worn, betraying its otherwise youthful apperance. his eyes show his life the most, all the pain,love,happiness and sadness that he has been witness to in his life

his hybrid form he stands around 8 1 and is covered in think plate scales that cover the major areas of his body with more flexible scales covering the inside of his joints. his feet are now taloned and his left hand has become a five clawed hand. spikes now jut from his elbows and knees as well. his face retains a trace of humanity but has become a sharp angled snout from which large canine fangs protrude over his lower lip. his hair is much coarser in this form and grows from the back of his neck and resembles a main. three long horns grow from his forehead and curve sharply back over his head, following the curve of his skull. his tail sports a spike at its end now and is covered in thicker scales than in his human form.

dragon form: he has yet to show it

weapons:in his human form he wields a long war whip that has razors and spikes protruding all along its lenght, has a spiked knuckle guard and a large retractable blade on the bottom of the handle and a small spiked tip at the end. his secondary weapon is a short sword that he himself crafted out of the scales of the ancient dragons of his flight, gifting it with their strengths and powers.

in his hybrid form he wields a larger, heavier version of his whip and now a massive mace whose head is ornimented with crafted heads of 4 dragons, each facing away from the haft. each one has different colored eyes and give off a unique aura all their own.

armor: an odd assortment of plate and chain mail for his human form

for his hybrid form his skin now acts better than any crafted armor, being able to withstand staggering amounts of damage. though for extreme fights he has a set of armor that is crafted from the same material as his sword and is hidden away

fighting style: no set style, just his own

special abilities: he can change his form from human, to hybrid, to full dragon. can control the elements of fire and earth as well as the energy that bids the world. his dragon half gives him incredible powers of recovery and massive reserves of stamina and strength

phalanx: he hurls hundreds of energy pulses toward his enemy, saturating a large area with shots making it nigh impossible to dodge directly

earth travel: he is able to travel through the earth like he was moving through the air, making him extremely hard to track in a fight. this also lets him attack from almost any earthen or rocky surface.

earthen tsunami: sends a literal wave of earth and debrie toward his foes by slaming the ground ether with his fist or foot.

magma spout: thanks to his control of both the elements of fire and earth flail can produce fields and rivers of lava and control it like many would control water.

Full Name〗 Hassan-i Sabbah
Nicknames〗 The True Assassin
Race〗 Evil Spirit within a Homunculus
Age〗Unknown, Looks 25
Birthplace〗 Qom in Persia
Class〗 First Assassin
Occupation〗 Assassin
Alignment〗 Lawful Evil
Gender〗Female
Sexuality〗 Unconfirmed
Martial Status〗Single
Relationships〗 None
Height〗 5'5
Weight〗 112 lbs
Personal Quote〗"...."
Theme Song〗 Immortal by Adema
Personality〗 Easily annoyed by small mundane things (Everything is mundane to her). Hassan often thinks low of people, however deeply loyal to those she works for. Unlike the many other Hassan i-Sabbahs before her she could care less, and thinks more like a assassin than the others.
History〗 There are to many myths, and legends of Hassan i-Sabbah to find out what is myth, and what is real. However, there has never been a single Hassan i-Sabbah rather man who take on the name after fulfilling the lasts training to become the patriarch of the assassination arts. Hassan known as the "Old Man of the Mountain led a cult of religious cult to kill those who opposed God namely most European knights that passed through the mountains. However over time magi, and other powerful people could no longer come to understand Hassan and what it became was a evil spirit that passes on body to body through living dolls made by powerful magics from the Middle East mixed and a rogue magus to make Holoculi so the evil spirit of each Hassan could collect and each generation of Hassan became more powerful. This is currently the 125th Hassan


Weapons & Gear〗
- Darks
- Counter Balance Chain

Special Abilities〗
- ????
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Combat Skills〗
- Enhanced Agility & Reflexes
- Throwing (Daggers)
- Divine Protection from the Winds
- Presence Concealment
- Knowledge of Foremost Harmony
- Minds Eye
- Perceptive Combat
- Super Sight
- Unarmed Combat
- Shadowmeld
- Radar Sense

Non-Combat Skills〗
- First-aid
- Crafting
- Licensed Professions (Detective, Profiler)

Flaws〗
- Power Object Obsession (Skull Mask)
- Code of Honor (Extreme as she never disobeys who she works for)
- Pacifist (Reluctant Killer)
- Trade Mark (Black Spade painted on each victim)
- Addiction (Hashish)

Name: Ibun (Formerly Ibun Cloudslayer)

Age: 21

Race: Anthro Housecat (American Shorthair)

Apperence: Ibun stands at an average six foot tall, and has a lean build with just a tad bit of muscle. Most of his body is covered in smoky gray fur, though his paws are completely white including his feet, which have no shoes on them. Much like a penguin, his belly is white; but it extends further up, stopping just below his nose, covering all over his cheeks and chin, which has a small black patch of fur right in the center of it, a sort of a birthmark. His headfur is pretty short and messy, and is jet black as well, nothing too fancy, he likes to keep it as low maintenance as he can. The inside of his ears are a lighter shade of gray than the rest of his body, and his eyes are a dark green, almost like emeralds.

(Seen without his robes: http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/5503/forbunbunqo5.jpg )

Weapons (if any): Not so much a weapon as a walking stick, though it can be used as a focusing beacon for his spells. It is still pretty thick oak though.

Armor (if any): Fairly light in this department. For the most part he goes around wearing just a plain set of blue linen robes.

Fighting style (if any): Prefers to stay in the back, unsurprisingly given his set of skills. When he absolutely must use offensive abilities it is from as far away as he can muster.

Special abilities (if any): Aside from your standard array of restorative and protection abilities, Ibun also has some offensive skills, albeit not terribly effective. These are more so used to incapacitate the opponent either via disabling him or confusing him until he can escape.

Other info/ backround: Ibun was born into a fairly well-off family. His father was a successful salesman, though this profession kept him away from the house almost always. His mother on the other hand, was a witch, though not literally, he thought of her as one. She kept him locked up in his study most days, forcing him to read through tomes of magic. As much as he hated his life of solitude, he took solace in a certain field of magic, namely healing. He was fascinated by the thought of being able to help those that could not help himself. Over a decade passed, on his thirteenth birthday his father fell ill. A short few days later he passed, and his mother, whom was already unstable, became even more-so. She blamed Ibun for not being able to save him, and attacked him. Using what he had learned he protected himself with a shield spell, and simply picked up a few tomes in a sack and left. Not knowing his way around, he just wandered from town to town. In exchange for food he would help heal the sick as best he could. What seemed like years of travel was really only a few months. He eventually made his way to a grandiose city, with buildings larger than anything he had seen before, even in books. It just so happened that in this city was a school for young magicians. He excelled spectacularly to the amazement of his peers and professors, graduating top of his class, and greatly increasing his healing potency. He spent another few years teaching new students before deciding to continue on his journey. Now twenty-one, he sets out, not knowing what his future will hold.

Name: Arthon Thanadu
Age: Indistinguishable
Race: Elf
Appearance: Arthon stands just shy of six feet with a muscular but sickly thin frame. His hair is normally a midnight blue but, depending on his mood, can change to the palest sky. Dark bags cover his eyes at almost all times and his skin is always extremely pale. Some scars can be found on his body, but to a skilled eye it becomes obvious that they are self-inflicted. Despite all that he can easily be described as "handsome," and would be even more so if his sickness ever passed.
Weapons (if any): The staff he uses for focusing spells and a sickle that is kept out of view at all times.
Armor (if any): All magical.
Fighting style (if any): None. Avoids battles.
Special abilities (if any): Highly adept at all forms of magical spells (incantations, script, runic, etc.), but his ability is most obvious in the necromancy and alchemic departments. He is not ashamed of these abilities either, sometimes using it in "showy" manners; like talking to the dead for a loved one (and a fee). Because of this most people discredit him as a fake, but he knows necromancy up and down, including the darkest of forbidden arts.
Other info/ backround: Arthon was born into a wealthy, well respect home within an elven city; the youngest of four children. Like with all children in the community, the day came when he was to be tested, judged, and placed into the proper apprenticeship. he had to go through the exam seven times before the lords of the city were sure of his calling; the city's "Keeper of Secrets." Such a title was the greatest honor to be given only to the most powerful and well balanced of magic users, and the last had been given ten thousand years before. But here he was; a youth who was not only capable, but far more capable than any before him. His apprenticeship started immediately; the outside world became nothing but a dream as he was trapped under the temple as forced to learn things that no creature should ever be forced to learn. Sorrow and exhaustion threatened to take his life several times, but each time his life was saved and he was put back to work. Days, months, years... time became nothing to him as he learned and studied and practiced. Even as the city began to crumble on the outside, the books he learned from never let him go. Even as the people, including his master, died, Arthon was not allowed to leave the room of secrets. Soon- or not soon, he could never tell- his mind became fractured. Spells came to him naturally when needed, but never when he sought them. Knowledge would flow from him, but only when asked. Then, one day, he could leave. The guards that had barred him all of his life were gone. The city and elders (all seven generations of them), were gone. In their places were trees that had not been there when he had gone inside, and rubble that could not had been less than hundreds of year old. Even on the outside, he was alone.
Silently he set out and found a town of many races; in his mind he knew ever trait and detail and name, but everything was terribly fascinating. Soon the people knew about his abilities and were flocking to him. Some people opened a business for him, gave him a room and fed him (but never gave him any money; he didn't even seem to know what to do with coins), and soon enough he began to understand the world. It enthralled him, this new way of learning from experience, and he soon left to go to the next town. There he opened a new shop, and learned what that town had to give. Then he left and went to the next town, and the next. In his mind this was all there was; knowledge. Information became power to him, and true knowledge became godliness. And Arthon was happy with that; with being a god in his own mind.

Name:firebringer_kain
Age:16
Race:demon swordsmen
Appearance:6'1 black hair boy,wears his armor alot so its rare to see his face.
Weapons (if any):a red katana with symbols engraved on the blade,20 more katanas are held in a canister on his back.
Armor (if any):black shogun armor.
Fighting style (if any):all styles involving a blade,some hand to hand styles.
Special abilities (if any):
black illusion:If the enemy is caught in the users gaze they are mentally teleported to a universe where their deepest fears are materialized,the only way to escape the illusion is to defeat the dungeon master.
wings:The user is able to gain black angel wings and also regain his sealed powers.
Testament:The user's weapon is transformed into a scythe and they are given the power to summon the destructive power of the greatest demon lord.This attack was labeled taboo and only used as a last resort.
shapeshifting:The user is able to copy the appearance of anyone around him.
Final judgment:10 swords appear around the user and the opponent then rapidly stab the enemy until they are rendered unconscious or dead.
Sealed powers:
Mind destruction:The user takes control of the opponents mind and slowly destroys the enemies mind driving them insane.
Black voodoo:The user creates a puppet of the enemy and is able to cause damage by striking the doll.
destruction of time:The users weapon is transformed into a large claymore sword giving them the ability to control time.
Other info/ background:For his defiance of god he was cast down and most of his powers sealed alone with alot of his memories.