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Username: Wahoozerman

Name: Four

Description:
Measuring in at six feet and eleven inches tall with a weight of 320lbs, the best word to describe Four is big. While nobody has ever bothered to take his exact measurements, his shoulders are wide enough to cause people to take notice, as if his height wasn't enough. His skin is tanned like the skin of anyone who works outside a lot. The face under his short-cut messy black hair is nothing overly remarkable in any sense. His jaw is a bit pronounced, but other than that he looks just about the same as any other man. Four's muscles are very large and well defined enough to impress even an obsessive bodybuilder.

Four's clothing is for the most part cheap and utilitarian. He usually wears a blue tunic belted at the waist. The sleeves of the tunic have been cut off at the shoulder, leaving slightly ragged edges. Around his waist he wears a worn brown leather belt over his tunic to hold his tunic and pants in place. He wears loose fitting brown pants tucked into the tops of a pair of leather boots. The boots have steel plates around the toe and heel and come halfway up Four's calves.

He also wears leather gauntlets that leave his fingers free. The gauntlets come halfway up his forearms. The back of the hand is protected by three small strips of steel perpendicular to the wrist. Running from the wrist to the top of the gauntlet is a layer of chain mail overlapping the leather. The gauntlet on Four's right hand covers an odd birthmark. The birthmark appears to be a tattoo of two flames circling each other, one light and one dark.

Four's massive axe is hung from a leather belt tightly hanging diagonally across his back slanting from his left hip to his right shoulder. The axe hangs with the head down and the last foot and a half or so of the haft sticking up above Four's right shoulder. The belt is constructed so that the axe fits into two leather loops that are fastened around it by a snap type button. The steel shanks around the axe sit on these leather straps and prevent the axe from sliding up or down. The snaps on the straps can be easily popped by a strong tug on the axe, allowing it to be ready for quick use.

Four's appearance changes slightly depending on which form he is in. The change in appearance is barely noticeable, and only those who know Four well would be able to tell the difference unless he actively changes forms in front of someone. The most noticeable physical difference is in Four's eyes. In his normal state Four's eyes are green. They change to gold when he is in his light prophecy state and purple when he is in the dark prophecy state. He also seems to give off an extremely faint glow when in the light prophecy, as well as being covered in a thin layer of shadow in the dark prophecy state.

Traits:
Despite his irregular appearance, Four is a relatively normal sort of person. He is simple minded, greatly preferring practical and straightforward plans over the convoluted and confusing ones. If there is one thing that that Four’s simplemindedness gives him, it is his ability to make fast decisions, he makes his decisions based on short term rather than long term planning. He is not the kind of person to beat around the bush either, when Four decides that it is in his best interest to do something, he does it.

Four is also overprotective of certain people. Innocents usually fall into this category, as well as people who cannot defend themselves. Four sees attacking such people as bad sportsmanship and just plain rudeness, and if there’s one thing Four can’t stand it’s rudeness. Four becomes extremely angry when such people are attacked, and will attempt to stop the attack even when it is obvious that he can do nothing about it. This also extends to attacks on those whom Four considers to be friends, even if they are capable of defending themselves. Four would rather he be harmed than other people he cares about.

Four is very vengeful and downright brutal when he is angered. Anyone who angers Four to the point of violence can expect no mercy or holding back. It is not an uncommon occurrence for Four to hurl very large objects at people who are out of melee range, then follow up with a bull rush. Most of the time Four will go with whatever attack can connect the soonest, forgoing the axe and using fists, knees, elbows, or his heavy steel plated boots, all of which pack a large punch. When Four attacks, he attacks big, no jabs, no feints, just smash.

Four’s personality changes slightly when one of the prophecies is acting upon him. Four is more likely to be rash and unreasonable as well as cruel in his dark state, while in the light state he is prone to random fits of chivalry and mindless heroics.

Equipment:
Four does not carry much special equipment. His pockets at any time may contain such mundane items as keys, spare change, or a wad of cash. The only real item of note that Four carries regularly is his axe. Four wields a giant battle axe called the weapon of prophecy. The axe has a seven foot long oaken staff for a haft. There are three five inch steel shanks around the staff, one in the middle and two more equidistant from the one in the middle, leaving room for Four's hands. The less dangerous end of the pole is capped with another metal binding extending from the bottom of the staff up the staff about three inches. The head of the axe is covers the last foot and a half of the staff. Two half moon blades come off the axe head, one on either side. At the widest point the blades span two feet apart. The axe head is capped with a seven inch spearhead parallel to the haft. This axe is part of the prophecy that created Four, which imbues it with only one attribute that would not come with a normal axe. As part of the prophecy the axe is unbreakable, as to break it would be to prove the prophecy wrong. The axe cannot be damaged in any way, shape, or form. This includes nicks taken out of the metal or wood, as well as dulling brought on by use, though it cannot be sharpened either.

Abilities:
Four's abilities stem directly from the prophecy that created him. Though the Mage who created him sealed Four's powers after deeming him too dangerous, Four has since been able to access these powers in times of great stress or emotional turmoil. Depending on the conditions, Four is able to access either the powers imbued by the Light or Dark side of the prophecy. Triggers that cause the Dark prophecy to emerge tend to include bloodlust, a thirst for revenge, blunt rage, or extreme physical hardship, such as torture or pain to the point of death. The Light prophecy is more concerned about the wellbeing of others over that of Four. It tends to be expressed when those close to Four are being harmed, or when relatively helpless people are being slaughtered. The Light prophecy also has a dislike of anything that is overtly evil, and may express itself in direct confrontation of that evil. When Four is in his normal state, and not under the influence of either part of the prophecy, he has no supernatural powers.

















History:
Four was never really born. He was created by an evil mage who was concerned solely with personal gain. This mage was experimenting with prophecy in order to create the ultimate warrior. In order to create a warrior from pure prophecy, it was necessary to siphon the power of an extremely powerful magical being. The best candidates for siphoning were the Keepers of Magic. New prophecies were then created from the lost power of the dead Keepers of Magic. Each prophecy brought forth a human child imbued with the powers used to create the prophecy. Four was the fourth such child to be brought forth, hence his name.

The Keepers murdered for the creation of the prophecy that spawned Four were the Keepers of Light and Dark. Being the fourth creation of prophecy made by the mage, Four had most of the mistakes worked out. Unlike creations One, Two, and Three, Four was almost perfect. He was not perfect however. There were two major flaws with the creation of Four. The first flaw was that Four did not have all the powers of the Light and Dark keepers. The second flaw was that Four did not have to obey orders given by e mage.

The mage decided to scrap Four as he had done with One, Two, and Three. Four's flaws were not dire enough to keep him out of society, and the mage had found that he was unable to destroy his own creations when he attempted to destroy One. The mage put a powerful enchantment on Four to seal his abilities. The mage cast Four out into a small village near Yaroh. Four was only five years old when he was sent to his village. He was taken in by an orphanage named the Crimsonwind Mansion, supposedly after a group of legendary heroes who ran an orphanage. Though whether that legend was ever true or not remains disputed.

As Four grew, he took an apprenticeship under the town carpenter. It quickly became clear however; that Four would make a much better lumberjack than carpenter. Four grew tall and filled out earlier than most of the other children in the village, and by the time he was fourteen, Four was bigger than most of the men in his village. It was on his fifteenth birthday that Four was taken out into the woods with a group of men on a logging expedition.

A heavy storm struck, and the group with Four was forced to find shelter. Luckily there was a dwarf cave system nearby. The people of the village were good friends with the dwarves, so the dwarves allowed the men to stay in their caves for the duration of the storm. It was in these caves that Four first laid eyes on his axe. He immediately felt a strong need to have the axe, but the price was far out of reach for anyone in the village.

It was then that an old dwarf shaman found Four. The shaman saw great things in the youth's future, but only if the boy could come into his true power. The shaman took Four from the logging group before they left, promising to return Four to the village before the next year. Four lived with the dwarves in their cavern for that year, as the shaman consulted with the other dwarf shamans in an attempt to remove the seal on Four's magic.

The best the dwarves were able to do during this time was to allow the seal to be temporarily lifted in times of emotional turmoil. Over the year Four had learned much and become fast friends with all dwarves. Even though he remained beardless, a drawback of being a fifteen year old human, the dwarves respected Four and treated him as one of their own. He learned all the dwarf customs, as well as how to fight dwarven style with an axe. As four prepared to return to the village, the dwarves presented him with the axe he had so coveted since he first laid eyes upon it.

Four returned to the village and was almost unrecognizable. He had grown to massive proportions over the year and carried himself with the powerful gait of a warrior instead of a young boy. Four quickly got back into the swing of everyday life at his village. He became a lumberjack and was quickly raised to head lumberjack. His life was pretty normal. That was, until more Keepers started to die.

The Keepers were being killed at an alarming rate. Four was hired by one of the Keepers to be a bodyguard. It was the mage who had created Four that was killing Keepers. He had managed to perfect his research and was now creating more prophecy warriors like Four. Four, the Keeper, and a group of other bodyguards set off to find whoever was killing the keepers, and stop him. Along the way Four ran into his "Brothers," and "Sisters." Four's siblings were under the control of the mage, and Four was forced to destroy them. The Keepers are no longer being hunted, but as of yet the mage has not been found.

Username: BeansMcClarin
Name: Patch
Description: Patch is a young Scotsman who hasn’t really grown into manhood yet. Standing about five feet tall, and weighing in at approximately 100 pounds, He obviously appears underpowered and underfed. Almost everything about him, his short cropped yet scraggly black hair, his obvious lack of any recognizable facial hair, and the pale, acne marked skin betrays his weak nature.
He wears mostly loose black clothing that looks as though it could be intimidating, and wears a leather bracer on his right arm. This secretive and furtive look is completely ruined by the thin maroon sash draped across his chest and tied off with fine golden thread. On his belt he only carries two things, his longsword, which he carries as though it was the only source of courage he has, and a small belt pouch. The sword rests upon his right hip, and the pouch rests between the small of his back and the point where his left arm brushes against his side.
Patch also bears a number of vicious scars. He has a slash mark across the left side of his gut, a stab wound mark around his navel, and a scar across the left side of his neck. However, he does his best to keep these covered, so as not to reveal his previous mistakes.
Traits: Patch has a fairly common reputation as “The Pansy of Scotland.” Since his birth, he has been undersized and weak-looking, even though he has been raised as a typical Scottish man. He has a fairly significant amount of combat training, and can usually hold his own against an average fighter.
While being known for his cowardice, Patch nevertheless has many qualities that will redeem him in a fight. His speed in particular allows him to easily evade foes, and is the stuff of legends. However, this primarily applies to running, and has little effect on his swordplay.
The key to Patch is his size, and the effect it has had on his upbringing. As the victim of a good deal of taunting and heckling, he has developed quite a short fuse. He is prone to anger, and almost receives a good deal of extra strength when agitated. When he gets aggravated, he generally makes rash decisions, and fights with almost no regard for his personal safety.
He has also faced a good deal of hardship, and knows how to appropriately deal with many situations. This has led him to develop an uncanny ability to find and take cover, even under intense pressure. However, new situations, particularly dangerous ones, press him to extreme fits of cowardice, rendering him almost completely useless.
One inexplicable facet of Patch is his inexplicable luck. His body always seems to have an unyielding will to survive, even when he loses his mind to extreme cases of cowardice or rage. He will close his eyes and cower behind his sword, and somehow manage to block and parry.
Patch has an inexplicable fear of only two things. The sight of the dead, though he has little fear of killing, and potatoes.
Patch also speaks in a perfect Scottish accent.
Equipment: The only possessions Patch carries are his sword and the various contents of his pouch. His sword is a fairly simple blade, with a black, leather wrapped hilt and a simple steel pommel. However, the blade, while sharp, does bear the obvious nicks of battle. In his pouch, he carries a variety of items commonly rumored to combat evils and magic. These items include garlic, crosses, and a small wooden stake. In addition, he carries a talisman given to him by his mother. This small figurine depicts a man brandishing his sword, and looks both realistic and intimidating. This helps Patch to maintain courage in tight situations, though it is commonly forgotten in his fits of fear.
Abilities: no extraordinary magical feats or abilities. He simply has a good deal of practice, and a natural talent for many cowardly actions.
History: Patch faced a good deal of adversity in his upbringing. Born to a Scottish peasant couple, he was raised an only child. As such, his family loved him greatly, but also urged him to work to be good enough to carry on his family line well. He had many neighbors his age, but none he could truly call friends. As a small child he older kids commonly picked on him, while he simply tried to interact with adults, who at least would give him something productive and worthwhile to do, and would treat him well enough.
As he began to become old enough for more adult responsibilities and recognition, his family decided to try to train him as a swordsman. They had him train under the ex-soldier who had “retired” to the nearby village, and he gained quite a bit of skill. He also began a small growth spurt during this time, and became a little more confident.
After this period of training, he answered the call to arms made by the recently crowned King of Scotland. However, he quickly found himself in over his head, and experienced his first true trauma. At that point, he became a different person, and developed his distaste for the dead. He received his scars in this battle, and has worked to improve upon his mistakes.

Username: BeansMcClarin
Name: Patch
Description: Patch is a young Scotsman who hasn’t really grown into manhood yet. Standing about five feet tall, and weighing in at approximately 100 pounds, He obviously appears underpowered and underfed. Almost everything about him, his short cropped yet scraggly black hair, his obvious lack of any recognizable facial hair, and the pale, acne marked skin betrays his weak nature.
He wears mostly loose black clothing that looks as though it could be intimidating, and wears a leather bracer on his right arm. This secretive and furtive look is completely ruined by the thin maroon sash draped across his chest and tied off with fine golden thread. On his belt he only carries two things, his longsword, which he carries as though it was the only source of courage he has, and a small belt pouch. The sword rests upon his right hip, and the pouch rests between the small of his back and the point where his left arm brushes against his side.
Patch also bears a number of vicious scars. He has a slash mark across the left side of his gut, a stab wound mark around his navel, and a scar across the left side of his neck. However, he does his best to keep these covered, so as not to reveal his previous mistakes.
Traits: Patch has a fairly common reputation as “The Pansy of Scotland.” Since his birth, he has been undersized and weak-looking, even though he has been raised as a typical Scottish man. He has a fairly significant amount of combat training, and can usually hold his own against an average fighter.
While being known for his cowardice, Patch nevertheless has many qualities that will redeem him in a fight. His speed in particular allows him to easily evade foes, and is the stuff of legends. However, this primarily applies to running, and has little effect on his swordplay.
The key to Patch is his size, and the effect it has had on his upbringing. As the victim of a good deal of taunting and heckling, he has developed quite a short fuse. He is prone to anger, and almost receives a good deal of extra strength when agitated. When he gets aggravated, he generally makes rash decisions, and fights with almost no regard for his personal safety.
He has also faced a good deal of hardship, and knows how to appropriately deal with many situations. This has led him to develop an uncanny ability to find and take cover, even under intense pressure. However, new situations, particularly dangerous ones, press him to extreme fits of cowardice, rendering him almost completely useless.
One inexplicable facet of Patch is his inexplicable luck. His body always seems to have an unyielding will to survive, even when he loses his mind to extreme cases of cowardice or rage. He will close his eyes and cower behind his sword, and somehow manage to block and parry.
Patch has an inexplicable fear of only two things. The sight of the dead, though he has little fear of killing, and potatoes.
Patch also speaks in a perfect Scottish accent.
Equipment: The only possessions Patch carries are his sword and the various contents of his pouch. His sword is a fairly simple blade, with a black, leather wrapped hilt and a simple steel pommel. However, the blade, while sharp, does bear the obvious nicks of battle. In his pouch, he carries a variety of items commonly rumored to combat evils and magic. These items include garlic, crosses, and a small wooden stake. In addition, he carries a talisman given to him by his mother. This small figurine depicts a man brandishing his sword, and looks both realistic and intimidating. This helps Patch to maintain courage in tight situations, though it is commonly forgotten in his fits of fear.
Abilities: no extraordinary magical feats or abilities. He simply has a good deal of practice, and a natural talent for many cowardly actions.
History: Patch faced a good deal of adversity in his upbringing. Born to a Scottish peasant couple, he was raised an only child. As such, his family loved him greatly, but also urged him to work to be good enough to carry on his family line well. He had many neighbors his age, but none he could truly call friends. As a small child he older kids commonly picked on him, while he simply tried to interact with adults, who at least would give him something productive and worthwhile to do, and would treat him well enough.
As he began to become old enough for more adult responsibilities and recognition, his family decided to try to train him as a swordsman. They had him train under the ex-soldier who had “retired” to the nearby village, and he gained quite a bit of skill. He also began a small growth spurt during this time, and became a little more confident.
After this period of training, he answered the call to arms made by the recently crowned King of Scotland. However, he quickly found himself in over his head, and experienced his first true trauma. At that point, he became a different person, and developed his distaste for the dead. He received his scars in this battle, and has worked to improve upon his mistakes.

Username: Agent Kwap
Name: Keegan Si
Description: Keegan Si stands just over seven feet tall in height, and has a thin but muscular build. His hair is jet black, and very straight, reaching almost down to his shoulders, with his bangs just covering his bright green eyes. His skin is almost pure white, and he usually wears a black, sleeveless shirt, and black pants.
Traits: The most noticeable trait of Keegan is the tattooed ancient writing that is written down both arms, and up part of the left side of his neck. These tattoos glow faintly when he's using his powers. Keegan often tries to think ahead in everything he does, and is a masterful strategist. He hates to prolong fights unnecessarily, given the choice, but if the fight calls for a long term strategy, he'll go through with the plan with the best chance of success over the fastest one.
Equipment: Keegan really has no equipment, aside from a three foot long sword that he carries strapped to his back. He relies mostly on his abilities for battle.
Abilities: Keegan has the ability to move his veins throughout his body, in order to avoid injury or speed up recovery, as well as push them out of his body as a weapon. He can twist the veins together to change what type of weapon he's attacking with. His veins are hardened, to withstand most metals and attacks. The biggest downside to this ability is that it only has a certain range, about fifty feet, because if he moves to much of his vascular system out of his body, he could collapse. He is also stronger than most people than most people of his build.
History: Keegan's powers have gone through his family for centuries, but he is the most prominent user of them in several generations, as many earlier users overstretched themselves and died, causing many family members to fear using it. He became fairly well known and wealthy in his own world, but he thought that it wasn't enough. When he came across this tournament, he saw it as a great opportunity to use his ability to his advantage, and do well.