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Let the mirror show: Shade
My name is Kedar Sivan Codename- Shade
My Puppeteer is DawnShadow666
I'm currently .....
What do I look like: Male
I am a Heterosexual
Blood in me Wraith
I bow to Reaper
Rank of power: Edler
I work for: No one
My weapon of choice is a None for now
I can also do Complete control over shadows
Weakness: Holy fire, Iron, Sunlight, Silver holy symbols (( used be actual true believers in said symbol.)) Holy items swords etc.
Some say my personality is I no longer feel anything, emotions, pain,nothing. I have been told that even in life I was uncomfortably stoic. I calculate each and every decision long before it is required to be made. My mind is strategic and photographic. Every experience is remembered and learned from.
A little something about me? Kedar was born in a time thought to be rulled by nomadic tribes, a time before civilization, or at least that is what the history books say. He was trained to become an assassin priest, after his Father the Ruler gave him to the monastery, as was expected due to his birth in the dark season. In there land there was complete darkness for four months out of the year. Any and all children born within this time, were seen as children of the Goddess.
Many years in the future his country was invaded while he was away. He returned to find everything, and everyone in ruins. None of his people had survived. However what did remain, was the Tyrannical king who had committed this act of evil.
Kedar attempted to gain vengeance for the slaughter of his people. He succeeded only in being captured. He was tortured as if he was merely a ball being played with by a child. For weeks this went on, until finally he embraced death. The torturer left his lifeless body to rot in a cell deep within the dungeons of the Citadel. Half a week later screams unlike any mortal could produce, began to echo like the wailing of banshees at the window. This went on for an hour, while the Tyrant and his men trembled in their armor. Speaking of cursed spirits roaming the darkness of the halls. Then the wails came to an abrupt end. The tales say it had fallen as silent as the grave, Then it happened without warning.
New screams echoed through the stone halls . These were the scream of dying men, women and even children. Who would have know that the tale of Beowulf had been past down for so many centuries, and changings of the world. Shade played the role of the Grindle, The Goddess being the Mother. When he was defeated they locked him a cage and kept him as an exotic pet. For time unmeasured he remained this way, until his will was broken.
Thousands of years later he was released by his newest master, The Pharaoh of High Egypt. Whom put him to work in the House of the Isis. Where he learned the burial rights of mummification. It was within these walls that he was able to regain his mind, from it's primal state. Centuries later he was released as a free man. He spent the next five hundred years traveling the world, and building his Clan back to it's former glory. Only to have it ripped from his grasp once again.

Shade had entered into a large scale battle for dominance over the new world. Many were lost at the arrival of the enemy's latest horror of a weapon. The weapon was unkind to that of a nuclear warhead. Everyone caught in it's blast had not survived, not even Lord Grimm's body could withstand the explosion.
Now his Goddess was sending him back without the body he once had. Now he was nothing more than a Wraith, a spirit....a Shade.

Let the mirror show: Jake
My name is Jake
My Puppeteer is DawnShadow666
I'm currently 18
What do I look like: Male
I am a Heterosexual
Blood in me Vampire
I bow to Pandora, Goddess of the Abyss/ Death
Rank of power: Follower
I work for: Reaper
My weapon of choice is a A Scythe forged from solidified shadows. Giving Jake the ability to shape his scythe into whatever form he needs. The only thing that never changes is the amethyst the size of a big-toe. (( Keeps it in the form of an Obsidian wolf's skull amulet, around his neck. The Gem stone inlaid in the forehead. ))
I can also do Engineering, Natural talent for the fighting arts. Shadow manipulation(( Includes the solidification of weapon like objects from the shadows.)) Shadow step, Shadow First aid (( Allows him to heal himself, as long as he is in a room with minimal lighting, or less.)) Extreme Empathy.
Weakness: He's a vampire...so i think you know.
Some say my personality is I've been called a hothead. I tend to be shy when presented with a woman of equal or greater intelligence/ Fighting skill, or well I use to be. I've become somewhat of a flirt since I joined the Blades. Very observant of my surroundings.
A little something about me? I was born without a soul, of course I would never know of this. My parents had lost many a child before and during the birthing process. So in fear the she would lose her Husband, my Mother went in search of divine assistance. She found her solace in a woman claiming to be a Sorceress. This spellweaver would strike a deal with my Mother, That she would give birth to a healthy son, and that is all my Mother cared for. She had not asked the woman of payment, having forgotten to do so in the excitement. Little did she know that it was as simple as giving her a soulless, empty child. The Mother of Reapers was the Goddess of souls, and Ruler of the Abyssal plains. She had saw fit in seeing my birth without that of a soul. Then secretly she watched over me, tinkering with me so that I would be absolutely perfect for the Soul she wished to implant.
I was raised in a nomadic caravan of merchants. Life was simple for the most part, a zombie here, a vampire there, otherwise it was fine. That was until we were taken in our sleep by the walking dead. A horde of Zombies had crept into camp without any of the sentries spotting them. Before anyone knew what was happening, it was far too late.
I do not remember how I escaped that horrible night. I only remember waking on the bank of a river with no one in sight. I remember I was around the age of ten at the time. Thinking that it was strange that the loss of my family stired no emotions. Then again it surprised him more than the lack fo emotion came as a surprise in the first place. He had never experience emotions, urges yes, but never emotions.
From that day on I used the survival skills my parents taught me. Using it to patch up any wounds I may have collected over the years. I did whatever took to survive with no consideration to how it would effect others. I took allies when it was better than doing something alone. Though I usually made off with all the loot, sometimes the others were killed, but most were smart enough not to follow.
Now eight years later the Goddess's plans have been carried out. I was to awake knowing nothing of my multiple past. Nothing save for my name, and an odd assortment of skills.

It's been a few year now, since I joined the ranks of the Blade's. It's been easy going so far. Lynn and I, have managed to recruit a few low skilled fighters. Other than that, it has been eventless. . . Well except for that fat guy in pink spandex, who was fighting a giant mutant chicken.

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Still not a reason why he can't be perfectly fleshed out as a character.

He has a past, even if he doesn't have a soul, give a reason. Beings are not born without souls for a reason. Did his mother sell his soul to someone else before he was born? There has to be more to him than what you gave me.

Edit:
I just processed what you told me, and why are you even making a profile for him then? If his only purpose is to become a vessel for Shade, and you are not going to do anything else with him, that makes him more of a plot device.

In all seriousness, if you are only using this character to only develop another, they don't need to have their own profile. Make him a side character, he's only going to be here temporarily after all.

I like that! Think you may need to add a bit more to the bio, though. Make Silenced a bit happier with it.

Edit: Oh yeah! That does the trick! This is gonna be fun!

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Let the mirror show: No Art found suitable. Freak is a man of average height. His eyes are a plain dull brown. His head is bald, sporting tribal tattoos and a few tiny star shaped scars. The most surprising feature, is his extra set of arms, causing him to be a fair deal broader than the average human.
My name is Well everyone keeps calling me Freak, so maybe that's it's?
My Puppeteer is
I'm currently 26
What do I look like: Male
I am a Piss off ya WANKA!
Blood in me Mutated Human
I bow to Human Faction
Rank of power: Follower
I work for: Sandman Alliance
My weapon of choice is a Duel hammers
I can also do Affinity for the forge, Mild resistance to heat.
Weakness: Everything. . . It's mortal as hell.
Some say my personality is Stand off is, abrasive, complete and total A**hole. Married to his craft, and cares little for the problems of others. Though hates those that cause problems for others. His personality most likely a product of how he was treated for his mutation.
A little something about me? I was born to a single mother, after the first bombs had destroyed most of the world. As an effect, my mother died in birthing me. Her sister raised me, until I was able to fed for myself. Then I was thrown out, with this as a good bye, " I've done what I promised, now get your repulsive form off my land."
The only reason she had raised me, was out of some self felt need to honor her dead sister. The woman hardly kept him fed, beat him for merely existing. Hell the witch even encouraged my cousins, and other members of our small human community. To attack me, egging them on for more brutality. Though she always stopped it before It went too far.

After I left her home, I found myself among a group of people traveling to the Sandman Alliance. There was a man there who took a liking to him. This man taught him how to work a forge, using the small portable he had brought along with him. It took years to find the Alliance's base of operations. The war they were engrossed in, caused them to leave their holdings more than once. In that time, Freak had become very efficient at the forge. His multiple arms allowed him to produce qualities from the metal, that was near impossible for someone with only two hands.

So it came to be, that he had found the Alliance, and joined their rankings. Signing on to the Human Militia, as a blacksmith.