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Account Name: GunHaven, Character Name: Balthezar Matricius
My name is Balthezar Matricius.
I am a Human.
I am sixty-three years old.
I look like a humble old man. I am four foot four inches, weight 70 pounds and tend to wear the robes of a priest. I also have a gnarled tree branch that I use as a walking staff. I have white hair that is starting to fall out, with cataracts in both my eyes such that they are both solid white.
I can manipulate surroundings, both physically and mentally, as well as communicate with others telepathically. I also have a sixth sense to replace my other senses failing me that allows me to sense objects telepathically.
I am weak against physical attacks. I also cannot see or speak. Finally, I can only use my powers, except my sixth sense, for only a few seconds at a time before they start to drain the life out of me.
I have done this so far: I was born in the slums of the Grand City, living with constant crime. My mother and father were brutally murdered while bringing home groceries when I was three. From this tragic event, I was forced to live as a street urchin and work for my killers. I broke almost all the laws present by the age of 30 when I killed the leader and took over the gang. When I came upon a cult to Yara-ma-yha-who I fell into the trap of thinking I could do something good in the city. My gang and the cult I joined quickly merged, and by the time I was 50 I had control over both. For these past 13 years I have spread my control and converted a good amount (roughly one fourth of the two hundred thousand present) of the slums to my cause. With these troops I have led covert operations and made sure that this town is ripe for burning. I even robbed a church to a God of Order brick by brick and rebuilt it near the City Gates. My higher ups and I spend most of our time getting everything ready for when we swing open the gates to the city and help it burn.


Account Name: Krahken, Character Name: Shilken
My name is Shilken A.K.A by the fear strucken shadow skull.
I am an Umbra Skull
I am 27 years old.
I look like and wear ragged trousers.
I can withstand strong blows to my head, I am extremely fast, my pointed hands can be used as weapons, I can scale walls with ease and I have highly acute senses.
I am weak against Strong smells, loud noises and bright lights, unlike my head my body is susceptible to cuts and I fear gold and avoid it like the plaque.
I have done this so far: Ever since I could remember I have been within the cult and have done it's bidding. They tell me that to live is to hunt and hunt I did in this city. During nightime they would let me out of my room to set me free upon the world. I stalked those humans causing fear and terror in their hearts I was delighted by the stench of their fear! It fed me, drove me I just can't get enough of it that smell! But the humans started to fear the night and stay inside during the night time to avoid me so I now break down their doors to show them! THEY CANNOT STOP ME! ONLY DELAY THE INEVITABLE!
I also have no other possesions than my trousers.


Account Name: Chahklat, Character Name: Arane Moonbard
My name is Arane Moonbard.
I am a Drow.
I am 60 (25 Human) years old.
I look like .
I can poison others with a simple touch. Every organ on my body is poisonous, but I can control it sometimes.
I am weak against magic. Because magic is not a physical attack, I cannot defend myself. I am also physically, mentally, and emotionally ill. The poison takes its toll on my body and sometimes I am too weak to move. I cough up blood and poison. I slip into unconsciousness from too much physical activity. My mind is slips each day from the use of my powers and I cannot remember simple things at times and I am also confused easily, because of this I have a childlike mind.
I have done this so far: My parents died of disease and famine. I don't remember much of their sorrowful lives. In fact, I can't remember much of my past. I can only remember disease and famine. I moved from family to family. They all met the same fate. There was killing outside in the street. People were killed right in front of my eyes. But I didn't cry. I shed no tears as I gazed upon their lifeless bodies. I needed to join in, because I knew I must protect myself. There was no shame in that.
Then, I heard people talking of things like glory and fame. I didn't want that, but I was curious. They said if I killed certain people then I could experience this glory and this fame. So I did. I killed everyone they told me to. And I did not shed a tear because it was what I was told to do. It felt good to do those things. I wanted to kill more and more. I could not stop myself. Fear is normal, I thought.
I heard someone whisper in the street that this world would come to an end and if I helped then I could do something new and exciting. I wanted to experience this also. There is no shame in that. Because if I did, I would gain something wonderful. I did gain something wonderful, but I can't remember what it was. But I can continue killing. And I can continue living, unlike my parents.
I also have a simple Claymore and some books I read to pass time.


Account Name: Red Phoenix48, Character Name: Ixpath
My name is Ixpath The Worm.
I am a Worm that Walks (Only).
I am older than time itself.
I look like this:
I am also around thirty feet tall, and, if you couldn't tell, a giant writhing pillar of worms.
I can shift reality in a limited form to my liking, raise the dead to be my eternal slaves, shift my shape to look like other creatures of any form, change my size, and consume normal mortals at will for their energy..
I am weak against fire, have a exceedingly strong aversion to sunlight, weak against any form of crushing rather than slashing or puncturing, and have a completely alien mindset.
I have done this so far as you know: Ixpath is a planestrider, a walker of dimensions. Being older than universes, he has some knowledge of this world, but most of it is trivial knowledge from other worlds. Rather than accepting powers from Yara-ma-yha-who, Ixpath just wants to see the world burn and be destroyed. He cares not who picks up the pieces as long as he can destroy an entire world. He shifted to this world by accident, but wants to see it ended before him.
I also have on my person: A small workshop for chemical creation, a giant mace for destroying buildings, and a small fortune in rare crystals.