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Here's my profile, for an example of the format. It can be as loose as you want really, just include basics like appearance, personality, weapons and abilities, and a little backstory if you like.



Name: Crim' Skylicker
Age: 25
Race: Human
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175
Body type: Toned medium-build.
Skin: Tan
Eyes: Deep red.
Face: Has a long horizontal scar under his right eye. Generally believed to be quite handsome. Often keeps a short goatee on his chin.
Hair: Shoulder length, somewhat scrappy and not quite even. The hue of his hair is multi-colored, streaks of brighter pink abound wih a few darker almost reddish strands mixed in together to create quite a unique look, with the red becoming more prominent at the ends. Has two black mini devil wings protruding from his head, a popular body modification on Gaia a few years back that serve no real purpose aside from aesthetics.
Extra details: Wears a silver loop earring in his left ear. Often wears sunglasses and a black bandana either tied around his forehead or over his hair. Smokes cigarettes. Carries a reflective butane lighter and wears a silver ring on his left middle finger with a green gem on the center of it. Wears a silver chain around his neck.
Signature outfit: Durable red leather biker jacket, black leather gloves, white v-neck t-shirt, black slacks, black hard-shelled boots, black leather belt with silver buckle.

Vehicle: Serval 9000 - A large, heavy and bulky custom motorcycle with power to match it's heavy weight. It has a reflective black finish and a few secret compartments along with a durable frame.

Weapons:

Dual fighting knives: Two 12 inch custom fighting knives made to be durable and able to penetrate easily as well as light enough to enable lightning fast and deadly strikes. The blades are straight until the last few inches, where they curve dramatically and while not completely double-edged, more than two inches of the spine is sharpened along the curvature. Heavy steel crossguards, matching pommels and high-impact handles that conform to the fingers. One sheath is connected to the outer front of Crim's jacket military-style to be drawn quickly in a downward motion, or alternatively close to his body attached to a strap worn around his chest, the other is kept at the back of his waist attached to his belt.

Kodachi: A japanese blade a little over 2 feet in length, primarily used for parrying and defense. Basic in design, one-edged and kept in a hard sheath. Most often stored in a secret compartment on his motorcycle instead of being carried around.

Throwing knives sad 1-5) Small aerodynamic blades that penetrate many surfaces well. Razor-sharp tips, two edges, and small thin black handles for gripping.

Ring of 0wnage - Earth The ring given to him by Anonymooo, Captain of Team 0wnage. Through training and concentration he has gained the ability to control the ground around him and nearby with it, forming defensive structures such as barriers and shields to defend against attacks, as well as shifting the earth as he pleases.

Cybernetic right arm: Replacing the entirety of his right arm, this advanced prostetic houses a destructive and experimental energy generator which is capable of harnessing dangerous amounts of offensive energy. To the naked eye it would seem to be a normal human arm as it is covered by a high-grade artificial "fake skin", though when in battle mode certain parts of it seperate, revealing indentations in a strange pattern of lines throughout the arm's surface. These indentations are actually exhaust ports through which energy within the arm is discharged.

-Special abilities-


Crimhazzard- The term used to describe the powered up state of his arm.

Blast knuckle: A powerful right hook which is basic at first, but upon connecting built up energy within the powered-up arm is released instantaneously onto the point of impact causing a violent explosion of energy which is channeled from the base of his arm to the very knuckles. This can be used the deliver many pounds of force to a solid surface, an amount of force that is generally substantially greater than what is humanly possible.

Fighting style: While he has dabbled in various martial arts he mostly focuses on his own version of CQC if he's serious. An excellent knifefighter. Has some experience with larger weapons such as swords and polearms, along with various firearms.

Name: Katastrophy
Alias: Kat
Age: Looks about 20
Race: Catgirl
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 110
Body type: Small and thin, with long limbs. She isn't excessively strong, just strong enough to survive the recoil on her guns.
Skin: Pale
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Shoulder-length, straight, and bright orange. Normally wears barettes of some kind, just below her cat ears.
Extra details: Has yellow cat ears and a yellow cat tail, which are both real and functional, and the reason for her better balance and her better hearing. Her bra features a hammerspace pocket, which is infinite in it's space storage. This means that anything occurring within her bra, such as explosions, would never harm her either.
Signature outfit: Varies, though generally contains red, black, or white to some varying quantity. Normally wears black gloves with no fingers, a collar and black hide boots. Generally carries her trident also.

Weapons:

Magnums: Has two .44 Magnums, both gifts from different sources. Both are stored in her bra.

Shotguns: Has two of these also, one of non-descript characteristics, and one spas 12 shotgun, which was also a gift. The spas 12 has specialized rubber grips and "Kat" engraved in the handle. Both of these are also stored in her bra.

Sniper Rifle: Also stored in her bra.

Minigun: Stored in her bra, though never used.

Hand grenades and proximity mines: Many are floating about in her bra, making her hammerspace fairly dangerous. Generally used to dissuade visitors, sometimes a good explosion is just what you need.

Ring of Bizarro Ownage - Fire

Trident: Almost as tall as Kat herself and black, with the three prongs sharpened well. A red jewel sits at the intersection of the three prongs. She rarely uses this weapon, though intends on training with it soon. She carries it around quite often though.

Fighting style: Stealth and range are her preferences. While most of her weapons are only mid range, she still prefers to stay well out of a person's melee range. She'll normally spend a fight from a vantage point, looking down on people from a hiding spot. If things come to melee, she tends to scratch and bite and evade since her punchs aren't exceptionally powerful. She is quite fast and agile, making it easy to evade attacks, but such a lightweight most strong hits will seriously affect her.

Pets:

MiniKitty:



MiniKitty is Kat's first pet, though partner would be a closer word. MiniKitty is a demonic AFK hat, bent on world domination. She sticks with Kat as she learned that she couldn't suck her brains out of her head. However, this means MiniKitty still needs to leave nightly to feed in dark alleyways on unsuspecting people. In the mornings, she comes back, covered in blood.

PrettyKitty:



PrettyKitty is significantly sweeter than both Kat and MiniKitty, a fact which annoys both of them. She would sooner snuggle up to a person and purr than hiss and bite or claw them. Kat and MiniKitty have been trying to change this for a year, which is why Kat generally drags her around behind her. This means that the kitten is now fairly random in what she does. She still thinks she's being nice, even when she bites someone. She's also too curious, and unaware of the fact that getting too close to certain things and people could kill her.

Personality: Calls herself the Mistress of Chaos, partly to reflect her rapidly changing mood. She spends great amounts of time plotting schemes and observing people, looking for weaknesses to use against them later on. As well, she will often actively go about burning things just on a whim, with no care given to the idea of sticking to the shadows. She can also be flirty, and quite rarely, she acts cute and innocent, though most people don't believe her for a minute. As she is a catgirl, she occassionally is overtaken by the urge to act cat-like, chasing shiny objects or preening. She also has an insatiable amount of curiousity, and often goes into situations she wouldn't otherwise for that reason.

Name: Stray
Age: Undetermined. Appears 22.
Race: Half-Demon
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170
Body type: Toned average-build.
Skin: Lighter than tan, darker than pale.
Eyes: Hazel Blue.
Face: Has a small gash down the between his eyes along and over the bridge of his nose.
Hair: Slightly above shoulder length, somewhat grunge-like. Colored a dark Purple.
Extra details: Not as noticeable as the face scar (of the hero ninja ), two small craters reside under his hair on both sides of the top of his head. (Where the 'Horns of the demon' comes out of.) Further inspection will note that the majority of the left horn is cut off. Often seen carrying around a black guitar, rumored to be possessed. Never seen without a silver bracelet upon the left wrist.

Signature outfit:
Human Form (Initial Evolution)
(Only with purple hair. I can't fix this without losing grombie mode. XP )

Half-Demon Form (Advanced Evolution)
(Picture soon to come)

Demon Form (Final Evolution)
Unknown~

Fighting Style: Avid streetfighter with a mixture of wrestling moves. Has some experience with Greatswords (Or other Heavy, blunt objects) and Scythes. Known to use his guitar as an Axe at times.


~Weapons:~

Fists/Forearms/Elbows/Knees/Legs/Feet: Nothing special.

Demonic Guitar: A basic Black guitar. Finely tuned. Always thirsty for blood. Never shuts up. The Demonic guitar is a cursed artifact found on one of Stray's journeys through the abandoned sector of Durem. Like every musical instrument, there is a deep longing to be played. Having been abandoned for countless years, the guitar itself has grown weary and fell into a slumber of sorts. Only to be re-awakened when found by Stray. Whom incidently wound up cutting himself on an edge of the body. Tasting the blood, the guitar seemingly spoke to Stray's mind. Words he could not understand, but seemed to agree to as he found himself cursed by the instrument. The words were later translated to a demand, which stated that it must stay finely tuned and played or it shall feast.


~Special Abilities:~

Evolution Trigger: The skill used by Stray to 'evolve' into his 2nd, more powerful half-demon form. Speed and Strength are amplified. Requires: (A massive amount of damage to be taken, or a fair amount of blood to be shed. Sentiment of Anger must be present.)

Alter Depth Perception: Requires Stray to be in his Half-Demon form. (1d10 Success rate. Even: Initiate. Odd: Failure ) Skill used to give himself an edge in combat or a more successful retreat. When initiated, Stray's body will emit a light glow allowing for brief afterimages to appear as he moves.

Final Evolution: The skill used by Stray to 'evolve' into his final, demonic form. Paramaters and requirements unknown, given he has yet to fully evolve.

Name: Duncan
Age: 23
Race: Human
Height: 6’
Weight: 204
Physical Description: Duncan‘s got a perfect fighter’s build. A thick bone structure framing a mass of compact, well-defined muscles covered by a layer of thick skin. His hands and feet are a bit on the large side, both very meaty and perfectly fit for absorbing the impact of his blows. Despite his stable shape he’s surprisingly flexible and able to use his joints very loosely just as well as he can lock them and make like a rock.
A slightly slopped brow protects his large, brown eyes from all but the most precise strikes and makes for a mean headbutt. A solid, squared jaw hangs under a big mouth that both look like they could weather several KO punches. His ears are a bit on the big side, but fairly flat against his head and protected by a cushion of wild red hair that seems to be trying its best to grow out and away from his head. All of this supported by a heavily corded neck.
His sense of style is anything but. A wifebeater, a pair of knuckle gloves, gi pants, and sandals (to be ditched as soon as he runs into some trouble) are his usual wear. He very rarely resorts to anything like a jacket or real shoes as cold and wet don’t seem to bother him in the least.
Personality Description: Duncan’s a bit eccentric. It might be because of all the shots to the head he’s taken or his unusual upbringing but he treats fighting like anything but combat. He isn’t throwing punches in an effort to win but instead to have fun and see what his opponent is capable of. In fact he’s more than willing to throw out extremely stupid punches and take a shot or two if he thinks you’ll show him something interesting. Just so long as he doesn’t think your response will end the fight too quickly.
If he thinks you’ll be a good contender he’ll challenge you, see what you got, and critique your style afterward like the two of you were playing a game of chess. Though he doesn’t personally like weapons, he can accept their purpose and will adapt against them to see what his opponent can do with them. If there is one thing he hates though, it is a technique that he feels is made for nothing more than winning a match quickly. It makes his blood boil to see something made to crush someone before they can show what they got for something so empty and immaterial as victory. If he sees you use one he’ll do everything in his power to crush both it and its user.
Bio: Growing up, Duncan always respected his father for his strength. The man worked hard to support his family, always found time to spend with his wife and son, and still managed to help out his community. He was friends with everyone in the town and a respected member of the community, all the neighborhood boys wanted to be him when they grew up. The model father of a picturesque family, almost. No matter how great a father it is rare for them to become so respected, especially by children. So what was so special about his dad then? He used to be a fighter, still was in many respects. He knew all the tricks of the trade, kept in perfect shape, was quick on his feet, and always fought honorably.
Kid’s don’t quite love anything more than a great hero. Duncan was just so lucky enough to grow up under one’s roof. He, of course, took after his father and worked hard to try to be just like his dad. His dad was more than happy to obligee and show him the ropes. It wasn’t often he got to talk to his kid and this was it was the only way either could think of to communicate. The reason for this was because his father couldn’t talk. Later on in his career he’d taken a nasty shot to the throat that had put him in the hospital for a few weeks. After that his vocal cords just never worked again. Fortunately it didn’t bother him much, he knew well enough how to communicate without words and probably spoke better with his fists than he ever could with his mouth.
The only way father and son knew to talk was fighting so they fought and fought and fought. The son quickly grew into a regular monster of a fighter in an attempt to make his dad show him more of his true strength that both knew he was holding back. Years passed quickly spent fighting to exhaustion every day. Fighting became the focus of –names- existence, it was more fun than anything he had ever experienced before. In his teens he went out looking for fights and soon led a small street gang of boys looking for trouble. He dropped out of it sooner or later, growing bored with the lack of competition and the corruption of his fathers view of combat. Kids who fought others to establish dominance disgusted him. From then on he only got involved when someone came around causing trouble in his streets that his old gang couldn’t handle themselves.
By the time he was out of school his dad didn’t seem to have any more tricks to show his son, but neither cared. They were dead even and neither could be happier for it. Fighting to a perfect standstill every night after dinner was their idea of paradise.
Unfortunately paradise never lasts forever. His father died of natural causes several years after –names- college graduation, leaving a void in his child’s life that no one could fill. Only days after his fathers funeral he left his home town and went traveling, seeking to fill the emptiness within him. His father couldn’t be the only one as strong as him, there had to be someone else out there in such a large world that could give him the same rush. It’s been three years since, but Duncan was never so weak as to give up on something he wanted. Rumors eventually led him to a supposed “fighter’s paradise” called Void City. It there that he hopes to have some fun and make a living doing what he loves.
Weapons and Abilities: Duncan is a pugilist. One of the few remaining pure fighters left in a world of specialized fighting styles. He is what you would call a natural or instinctual fighter, not following any particular style but maintaining a certain set of maxims and using any tricks he picks up during fights that he believes to be good. He is also at a certain advantage when it comes to fights. Pain doesn’t bother him so much, in fact he almost enjoys it for the nostalgia it brings from past days out back with his old man. He’s also been fighting since the time most people are learning to walk.
Natural talent combines with unmatched experience and training to make a devastating combatant. His body is built perfectly for fighting by this point. His punch isn’t strong because he lifted weights to make it strong. It’s strong because he’s been throwing that same punch for almost 20 years and his body developed right into using it. He’s so powerful, in fact, that he hasn’t once had to show his true strength to anyone but his father. He’s in the fight for the fun before all else and isn’t going to waste a chance to see a good trick on a quick finish.

Name: Migy
Age: 33
Race: Lycanthrope
Gender: Male
Height: 7'3''
Weight: 278
Appearance: Migy's a large muscular person. He seems almost as if he was a walking wall. He wears mostly earth tones and cool colors, his eyes are brown and his hair is down to his shoulders, but usually flares out in all directions wildly, it appears to be black, but it's just a really dark brown. His usual out fit consists of a dark blue shirt and light brown pants. Over this he wears a green yukata. On his writs there are two bracelets, one is yellowish gold that almost seems to glow; on his other wrist is black bracelet that seems to almost absorb the light around it. On his back he carries an abnormally large wrench which makes most people think he's a mechanic or engineer.
Personality: Despit his large size he is almost always smiling and does what he can to assist people he thinks could use his help, or want his help. He prefers not travel alone and will try and find someone to journey with regardless of that persons goals, or plans. When asked about his age he always refers to his age in seasons rather than years, most people are never sure why.
Bio: He is a wanderer. Due to his ability to transform he can't really live in one place for too long as it usually results in being chased out of town by an angry mob. Due to this, he tends to keep his ability to transform a secret and avoids letting people see him as much as possible. He doesn't know why he has this ability, but he sees it as a type of gift more than a curse despite the negative attention it brings about. Although usually during the winter months no one seems to see much him, though he does still move around...somewhat.
As far as a family goes, he doesn't remember ever having one. His only memories consist of travelling and good company. He never praticed fighting and discovered he had fairly decent talent in it during the few times he's needed to defend himself. He ha also taken those times to look within himself to figure out how tto improve himself. He seems to always be living in the moment never thinking about the future or past and just enjoys life while he can.
Weapons & Abilities: An enormous wrench. He weilds it as if it were light as a feather, but a rough guess would place it at around 50-60 lbs. For his size he seems to move at a high rate of speed. Not only is he fast and strong, but it seems as though he can almost fight non-stop for long periods of time. The bracelets on his hands have the ability to turn into guantlets. Although the guantlets have special powers he almost never uses them and seems to usually forfeight, or retreat before it becomes neccassary to use them. As a lycanthrope he has the ability to transform into a bear. He spent a large amount of time gaining control of it so he can do it at will rather than by a trigger (such as a full moon). (I'll probably edit this later as things progress, ut it's good for a start.)