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Roleplay: Imperium Trilogy
Name: William Daarkwulf
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Birth Date: September 19
Sexual Preference: Straight
Race: Human

Appearance: Lean, swimmers build
-Eye Colour: Faded Blue
-Hair Colour: Black
-Hair Style: Long and parted down the middle
-Height: 5'9''
-Weight: 173
-Other Features: None at present
-Clothes: A faded black denim jacket. Their is white fur at the collar and at the shoulders where the sleeves are cut off. A plain white shirt is worn underneath the jacket. Faded black denim jeans with cargo pockets at the sides of the thighs.
-Shoes: Worn black leather combat boots with metal plates bolted to the toes and to the tops.
-Gloves: Metal plated glove ending at center of forearm on right hand. The metal is a dark blue-black in color. Metal plated armguard ending in a matching gauntlet on the left arm. The metal is a dark blue-black in color.
-Other: A chain necklace with a stylized crescent on it.

Social Standing: Neutral. He has done no bad acts but has also done no good. As of yet.

Occupation: Hunter/Gaurdian. Team 13.

Hobbies: Chess, Reading, Cards, Training.

Likes: People who think of him as a friend, The moon on a clear night.

Dislikes: Irritating people.

Strengths: High pressure situations, Thinking on his feet.

Weaknesses: Dealing with irritating people.

Personality: Easygoing unless he's frustrated or angry, in that case he becomes highly aggressive.

History/Background: He was raised as an orphan because both of his parents died while he was still very young. He grew up in the orphanage with very little to call his own. Despite this he was a generally cheerful boy. Once he was old enough he moved out of the Orphanage and took a job, He spent the first weeks sleeping in a local monastary. After a few weeks he was contacted by the Ophanage. Now that he had come of age they could release certain items to him that were left from his parents. They were weapons, clothing and armor. because of the dangerous nature of these items they were not allowed to give them to him untill after he had come of age and/or moved out of the orphanage. His father was a Hunter and his mother was a Gaurdian. Shortly therafter he decided to join the Hunter/Gaurdian Corps. Sleeping in a monastary wasan't the way he wanted to spend the rest of his days. And he wasn't making nearly enough money at his job to afford housing of any sort. He ddecided that this was the best option. They would feed him, clothe him, house him, and pay him. And in return all he had to do was train himself into a weapon capable of following in his parents legacy. No problem.

*Misc:

Weapon of Choice: A Katana which he has decided to call Legacy. It has a stylized crescent engraved in the blade near the hilt. The sheath is polished black wood and the handle is wrapped in worn black leather strips. This was passed down to him from his mother.
He also wields a very stylized broadsword called the Howling Blade. This is a weapon passed down to him from his father. He very recently obtained a relic called the Banshee Stone that fits into his fathers sword. Now that the two are combined he can resonate the energy contained within the sword and use it to produce sonic shockwaves.

Roleplay: Imperium Trilogy
Name: Zenobia Wolf
Age: unknown
Gender: Female
Birth Date: unknown
Sexual Preference: Males
Race: Moon Wolf

Appearance:
-Eye Colour: Shifts with moods but mostly purple
-Hair Colour: Black
-Hair Style: Mostly down but will tie it back if it gets in teh way. It goes down to the small of her back.
-Height: 5'6"
-Weight: Secret
-Other Features:
-Clothes: She generally wears kimono robes over a simple kimono style dress that goes down to her ankles. The skirt of the dress if full and very easy to move around in.
-Shoes: Her shoes are comfortable, durable black leather boots
-Gloves: None
-Other: Her sword and flute disappear into the cloak and she can whip them out at any time

Social Standing: Almost non-existent

Occupation: Hunter/Guardian Team 13

Hobbies: Playing her flute, singing, being around children

Likes: Children, Sweets

Dislikes: Abusive people

Strengths: Her mildness and patience

Weaknesses: Children as hostages

Personality: As mentioned above, Zen is very even tempered, she's very benevolent, loves to help out when and where she can. She is also relentless. When she wants to be she can be a big flirt but since she's not looking for anyone and no one has caught her eye as of yet. Her temper is lethal when provoked, however so try to stay on her good side, wont you?

History/Background: A moon wolf is a type of demon wolf, very powerful and thought to be extinct. She is able to become insubstantial, disappear in shadows and go through walls when she wants. She was born on Orrb and abandoned at a Nunery where she was raised. At an early age showed signs of fighting prowess and also her race started to become evident. When she got lost one day and was tired and frustrated she morphed into one of her wolf forms and found her way home. She freaked out the Nuns. A Monk, called by the Nuns, adopted her and started training her. In her adolescents, she was a master Guardian and was going out on plenty of missions to capture Fiends with her Master. When she was an adult, on the eve of her leaving, the Monastary was ambushed and everyone was killed including her master.
Zenobia went berzerk and massacred the ambushing fiends before disappearing for some years. She resurfaced again as a Guardian, protecting a village for a few years before another Guardian arrived and she left. She moved around a lot for a few years then disappeared again before popping up again when the call went out for Guardian/Hunters in the North.

*Misc: Like dis
Zenobia is a rune mage, she keeps her weapons and the little possesions she carries with her sealed inside runes which she can activate at any time by writing the rune on the air with her finger. She memorizes each rune so nothing is ever stolen or lost.

Weapon of Choice: Sword

Roleplay: Imperium Trilogy
Name: Shiv (Sheev) Nagasada (Nagasayda)
Age: 19 leaning on 20
Gender: Male
Birth Date: exact date is unknown
Sexual Preference: straight
Race: Human with a slight mix of shadow demon blood

Appearance:
-Eye Colour: intense gray
-Hair Colour: black
-Hair Style: short crew cut
-Height: 5’7-5’8
-Weight: (oh for the love of…however heavy he has to be…I don’t know weight to height ratios!)
-Other Features: A hawk-like nose and a light scar upon his forehead.
-Clothes: A simple black shirt that allows free movement and pants of the same kind, all covered by a black cloak
-Shoes: worn sandles that are minorly enchanted to having an improved grip on walls.
-Gloves: Two black fingerless gloves with better grip for his daggers on both hands
-Other: He has one belt under his cloak across his chest that holds five daggers, two are sheathed on the outside of his right and left leg. Two are in a spring trap inside his sleeves, and one hangs on a mythril chain upon his neck.

Social Standing: Assassin of some renown

Occupation: Hunter/Guardian Team 13

Hobbies: Killing, reconnaissance, meditation, honing his skills, and playing his pipes

Likes: Money, a good meal, the sense of a job well done, feeling that he is at the peak of his strength, and good music from his pipes

Dislikes: A target that surrounds himself with people constantly, talk about his past, feeling that his job is not complete, and feeling his life is worthless

Strengths: Assassination in all its aspects, especially combat, acrobatics, stealth, and spying tactics, and playing magical songs upon his set of pipes

Weaknesses: Unable to open up, desensitizing toward death, removed from society, unable to cooperate well with others, and vivid, paralyzing night terrors.

Personality: Cold and efficient, he is a man of few words and much action. He likes to fight but talking leaves him withdrawn and sullen, having never developed the skills needed for true vocal communication. Mostly he is just a shell of a person…suppressing emotions deep inside in order to best use lethal force against an opponent. Inside however he is just a boy who never had much of a family. The only way to keep sane is to balance those inner and outer energies through music...his flute is a magical construct, stolen from a legendary bard long ago...its music is the only thing that truly calms him and can bring out his less-prone-to-kill side.

History/Background: It is unsure where shadow demon blood got incorporated into his family line, but a well known fact is that he is from a line of assassins. His father, father’s father, and his father’s father’s father were assassins. They belonged to a special organization known as the Unseen Hand and his family line was renowned for the assassins they produced. Unfortunately when the Nation of Duality formed, most assassination work became hard to find. Thus Shiv went about killing for small pay and to keep his skills up. A quiet yet determined man, Shiv will go to all lengths to receive what he wants. He has no more family as he lost them to the jaws of beasts, but he harbors no feeling of revenge. He has been desensitized to death and now thinks little of it. Such thinking could make one assume he was callous, but underneath his ‘tough, quiet, assassin’ act there is still a boy who lost his family and really has nothing else to live for other then the dance of death he weaves around his enemies. His strengths are without a doubt is efficiency and offhand attitude toward killing.

*Misc: : Shiv is an assassin and a very powerful one. He has never missed his mark nor left any target alive, his natural physical abilities, sharp eyesight, and patience can account for that. Having a demon’s blood within him allows him better masking within shadows. He draws strength from the darkness to boost his prowess and if he is concealing himself he is nigh undetectable in the darkness

Weapon of Choice: Shiv has twenty daggers hidden on his person. The vast majority (15) are no more then well forged daggers and only five hold any abilities beyond that. His first and favorite special dagger, Nosferatu is a dark weapon and without a doubt his most powerful. Longer then the other daggers, to the point where calling it a dagger is almost ludicrous, the silver blade wrought with red gemstones and a curving hilt is a strange weapon to look upon. It has the ability if Shiv so desires, to drain an opponent’s life force into his own…healing wounds and strengthening him. His second special dagger is a ceremonial black dagger that has no name. It is the last remnant he has to the guild that disbanded long ago. It was passed down through his family and if it did have any special powers…they have remained dormant. The third, fourth, and fifth blade are known as Chill, Burn, and Shock and have their own respective base element chiseled into their construction. He carries a rapier as well but apart from it being well made, it holds no special abilities.

Misc items- All items needed for assassination including grappling hooks, lengths of rope, lockpick kits, other simple tools, poison, and his set of pipes. The pipes themselves are a legneday item known as the Pipes of the Gentle River and endow their possessor with the ability to awaken feelings or subconciously suggest things to those he is playing to. He is unaware that the set of pipes have any power...and he unconciously uses the magic on himself to balance the boy and the killer within his soul and retain his precarious grasp on sanity.

Roleplay: Imperium Trilogy.
Name: Kiro.
Age: Unknown. Looks around 15-17.
Gender: Male.
Birth Date: Unknown.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Race: Human/Modified.

Appearance: Thin, Well built/Trained, & Face Lacks Emotion.
-Eye Colour: Very Light-blue.
-Hair Colour: Dark Black.
-Hair Style: Shortish long..Over eyes a little.
-Height: 5'9
-Weight: 140.
-Other Features: Two Black Sheaths. (Containing Swords.)
-Clothes: Black Ju Justu Gi. (Samurai Training clothing.)
-Shoes: Black Zori. ( Japanese footwear.)
-Gloves: None.
-Other: None.

Social Standing: Antisocial

Occupation: Hunter/Guardian

Hobbies: Sleeping & Training.

Likes: Fighting/Killing, Blood, Strong people.

Dislikes: Weak people, Loud areas, Touchy/Feely people.

Strengths: Straightforward & Does not let feelings/emotions get in the way.

Weaknesses: Knowing what feelings are and understanding other's feelings.

Personality: Calm, Emotionless, Does his job and nothing else.

History/Background: From the very beginning of being born he was modified and trained to kill, not even given a full name, Just a first one. Not only physically trained but mentally too, He now lacks emotion and feelings and has a hard time understanding others. The only way he understands others is by fighting and or by bloodlust. After at least 15 years of being told to kill for so long he finally turned on his creators and ever since then he has been on his own fending for himself. He has wandered for about a year now, killing many fiends, demons, and other types of monsters. He has only been finding enough money to buy dried rye bread for himself to eat. Living on his own and sleeping outdoors has become common with him. He now wishes to find a way to gain more wealth to support himself a little better so he wanders towards the Calivert Hunter Guardian Corps. to see if he would in someway get a job in which he would Enjoy.

*Misc: His skin is very rough and tough to cut after the training he has been through. His speed and his swordsmanship are pretty much the foundation of his skill.

Weapon of Choice: The two katanas sheathed at his sides.
They have been specially made out of the hardest known metal on the planet and sharpened daily by Kiro. Sharpening them can take over 5 hours since after all they are the hardest known metal.

HIs eye techniques:

Roleplay: Imperium Trilogy
Name: Zekai (ZEH-kai)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birth Date: March 23
Sexual Preference: Straight
Race: Human

Appearance: Slightly tanned, slim build, slightly muscular
-Eye Colour: Gold
-Hair Colour: Silver
-Hair Style: Short in the back; slightly long bangs in the front, reaching his eyebrows
-Height: 5'11
-Weight: 169 lbs
-Other Features: A wide smile. Various scars on his body.
-Clothes: Gray yukata, with designs of black stripes.
-Shoes: Black boots, decorated with gold stripes.
-Gloves: Gloves powered with negative and positive charge (negative on the left, positive on the right)
-Other: Left ear pierced, dolphin shaped, gold.

Social Standing: Well popular among citizens and criminals alike all over the land, but unknown by most of the other guardians; his power and skills are unknown to his enemies, and he greets his allies and enemies alike with a wide smile.

Occupation: Guardian

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, reading, journeying and exploring, folktales

Likes: Listening to people talk, reading, people-watching, sparring, telling stories

Dislikes: Rudeness, people who underestimate their opponent, misogynists, individuals who do not respect their history.

Strengths: Listening carefully to details, staying calm under tense situations, remembering important things, good at fooling his opponents.

Weaknesses: Far too polite, even to his foes.

Personality: Somewhat mysterious, friendly, mature, very wise and intelligent, but can become very serious, vicious, and violent in the heat of battle. He is a good listener.

History/Background: Modified at birth by Axis, a scientific military group (the same one that worked to modify Kiro). Zekai's mother and father were both scientists that worked for Axis. When Zekai was undergoing his modification development stages, which were supervised by his mother and father, the Axis CEO Alvis Axis gave them specific orders as to what kind of modifications could be made to Zekai. Alvis ordered for Zekai to be built with war weapons, to be equipped with advanced blades and axes that were part of his body. Alvis had envisioned the perfect modified being; a boy made of steel and weaponry, a boy whose arms were swords, and his body was natural armor. The mother and father obeyed the orders, and worked to perfect Zekai. They worked for seven straight years to mold Zekai into the perfect military weapon. It was at this point that Alvis, satisfied with the work, announced that Zekai would be used under the military's forces as the grand weapon.

This began to upset the mother and father of Zekai; they began to fear that their precious son would be turned into some sort of mutant. Their parent instincts kicked in, and they suddenly no longer wanted Zekai to be used as a toy for the military. They wanted a better future for their only son. So they came up with a solution. First, they decided to have the blades and weapons removed from Zekai's body. These operations left scars on Zekai's body, marking where the weapons used to be attached. He no longer resembled a mutant, and they were quite satisfied. So the final modifications were complete; Zekai became a boy blessed with the magnetic blades to suit his abilities.

The mother and father worked for a year to finish. However, the entire extra operation was kept secret from Alvis, who would surely be indignant to find out the military blade attachments had been removed. So the two decided to help their son escape without Axis knowing of plan. They parted ways with their son, praying for him to find a better future in the outer lands. They returned to Axis, acting oblivious to the entire situation, insisting that Zekai had miraculously disappeared. Distraught, Alvis decided they needed another specimen to replace the mysteriously absent Zekai. It was difficult to try and recreate the perfection, but they pursued the dream nonetheless. It was then that the operation on Kiro began.

Since then, Zekai travelled town to town, exploring even as a young boy, always eager to meet new people. His swordsmanship was admired everywhere he went, and he was quite well known as the "young hero", for he worked to protect the towns he came across, always holding strong pride for his nation. For fifteen years Zekai grew up wandering the lands, always meeting new people and facing new struggles. Now, a twenty-three old grown man, he has come across the town housing the Calivert Hunter Guardian Corps. Eager to enlist himself under the Corps' regiment, he continues to pursue justice.

*Misc: Zekai's battle performance is quite powerful, for he is blessed with great speed with his blades. His running speed, however, is only average. Zekai is also said to be very powerful, strength-wise, though he uses his power in moderation.

Zekai also possesses a useful magic skill known as Menos, with which he uses to give his enemies a negative magnetic charge. The spell is activated by holding up his palms outward towards the opponent then shouting "Menos!" while his eyes are closed. It requires heavy concentration. The effects of the spell last for an hour. If Zekai misses the enemy with the spell, the failure results in a loss of energy in Zekai.

Weapon of Choice: He uses two swords, each one charged with a magnetic property. The Minus Blade has a negative charge, and is designed to repel enemy attacks, that is, if it is of metal. Zekai uses this blade in his right hand. The Plus Blade, serving as the positively charged sword, is used for offense. He manuevers this sword with his left hand.

Roleplay: Imperium Trillogy
Name: Blank
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Birth Date: Forgotten/ not celebrated
Sexual Preference: Straight
Race: Human

Appearance: Blank's slender frame belies an efficient strength and quickness inherited through lifelong practice and discipline. She holds her body erect, but with an odd tension, akin to that of a poised snake, or, perhaps a hyper-paranoiac. Her pale skin creates a contrasting pallet for a pair of dark eyes, too often narrowed in unconscious scrutiny.
-Eye Colour: Brown
-Hair Colour: Black
-Hair Style: Long and straight, often kept back in a tight ponytail for convenience.
-Height: 5'7
-Weight: 130lbs
-Other Features:
-Clothes: Most often found wearing simple, dark, tight fitting clothing. Her sleeves are kept long and full in order to disguise subtle movements and allow for the concealments of objects.
-Shoes: light, but tough, soft-bottomed boots which are often removed.
-Gloves: None
-Other:

Social Standing: Uncertain

Occupation: Works for a lord, or benefactor who has had a hand in her upbringing and training. Jobs vary.

Hobbies: None

Likes: Challenges, competence, strength, ability

Dislikes: Anything she perceives as a weakness, contradictions, indecisiveness

Strengths: Efficiency of motion, a relish for battle, selfcontrol

Weaknesses: A very flawed or incomplete understanding of self, problems relating to others, cruel nature

Personality: Sharp eyed and critical, Blank despises all that she judges to contain weakness. In herself, she believes emotions to be a flaw which only distract her from her goals. By attempting and succeeding at suppressing many of her own emotions, she has denied herself a clear understanding of any impulsive actions or reactions which are allowed to break through her mental walls. And, as a result of her upbringing and self -imposed mental blocks, Blank has developed a increadibally skewed sense of right and wrong.
Conversely, Blank admires ability and excellence in others.

History/Background: Brought into an academy for children with "special" abilities at a young age, Blank's life has been an almost constant montage of training and studies. Cut off from any outside ties (any existing family members were killed upon her entrance into the school), the girl's soul focus had been her training. The head of the academy began to show particular interest in Blanks continuously developing, but already considerably ability, and, at the age of 16, she entered his personal service. Since then, Blank has completed any tasks charged to her by her benefactor. Unfortunately, several of these have required her to do things that have only served to further misplace her inhabitions.

*Misc: Blank possesses the ability to, upon eye contact, render a man's mind to go completely blank for a matter of a few seconds. This power seems to be dynamic, continually growing and apt to evolve in nature.

Weapon of Choice: Long sword

Roleplay: Imperium Trilogy
Name: Mumei Kirakon
Age: Roughly 17-18
Gender: Male
Birth Date: Unknown
Sexual Preference: None
Race: Half-Fiend

Appearance: Tall, rangy and broad shouldered. Clean to the point of being immaculate.
-Eye Colour: Dark brown, red if the light hits it wrong.
-Hair Colour: Silver.
-Hair Style: Worn down to his shoulders, always kept clean, shining, and perfectly brushed.
-Height: 6'6
-Weight: 200 lbs
-Other Features: Multiple scars covered by clothing.
-Clothes: Wears loose-fitting silk clothing for ease of movement and durability. A white silk shirt, grey pants, and an inky black cloak.
-Shoes: Soft black leather boots.
-Gloves: Palms wrapped with dirty, ragged strips of orange silk.
-Other: Polished, undecorated steel bracelets, a sheathed katana which he carries at his back, and a meteor hammer wrapped around his upper body. A polished white mask, completely devoid of any detail besides two eyeholes. He almost never wears it, usually keeping it in a pocket sewn into the lining of his cloak.

Social Standing: Pariah.

Occupation: Currently awaiting assignment.

Hobbies: Reading, meditation, philosophy, art. Plays flute.

Likes: Peace, bettering himself, the ocean.

Dislikes: Having to kill humans, loud noises, rodents.

Strengths: Extremely intelligent and well learned. Has almost reached the state of true Zen.

Weaknesses: Never lies, and thus, has trouble perceiving it when others do so. Due to his blood and training, if finally pushed to the point of true anger, loses all control.

Personality: Usually quite calm, and seems quiet, but that is only because he does not speak unless he feels he has something important to say. Kind, loyal to the bone, but will not stand to be put down, pushed around, or discriminated against without reason.

History/Background: There was once a village, small, peaceful, idyllic, on the shores of a slow-moving river. The daughter of the mayor grew up from child to beautiful young woman bathing, playing, washing her clothes and drawing the most basic need of all living things from that river. As she neared the age of marriage, she began, as was the custom of the village, going apart from the other people to contemplate those who had made proposals to her, so better to choose whom to wed.

However, not long after she began going to the forest, a man appeared to her, silver of hair and crimson of eye, with a face so beautiful it nearly hurt the eyes. He told her he was the spirit of the river, and that he had watched her all her life. She fell in love with the River God, as she thought of him, and they were wed by his will that very night.

The next day as she returned to the village and told her father of her news, he was not happy for her as she had thought he would be. He, not blinded by beauty and kind words, knew that such a creature could only be a foul demon, and he paid for Hunters to come from all corners of the land. Using the girl as bait, they drew the River God out into the open, and set upon him, 20 to 1. However, as the monster fell into a rage, the guise of beautiful God fell away, revealing a monstrosity that sent half the forces immediately running. When the battle was concluded, only one Hunter remained to collect the bounty. The girl was horrified by the sights she had seen, moreso because she knew she had already quickened with the demon's child.

Two years passed, and the girl, despite attempts with herbs and less pleasant methods, grew more and more visibly pregnant, until one night when the full moon showed crimson in the sky. The babe was born, seemingly human but for his hair and eyes. Unfortunately, his mother did not survive his birth.

The child was raised by his grandfather. Mistreated, starved, beaten frequently, never even given a name, only called "Nameless." As soon as the first hair grew on his face, he was cast out of his home. Even as his heart was hardening forever with anger however, he encountered a Priest travelling through the countryside. The Priest, even knowing the boy's background, took him in. Taught him philosophy, music, to read and write. Taught him to defend himself, and more importantly, to defend others.

As the years passed and the two travelled the land, alternately acting as Guardians, priests, doctors, peacekeepers, and yes, sometimes assassins, the boy grew into a young man. One night, as they battled a hive of monsters, the Priest fell. And as his dying wish, bade the boy become a true Guardian, telling him that it was his destiny to use the monster inside him to destroy the monsters of the world.

But more, he charged his young apprentice with a far greater responsibility. A katana that seemed to whisper to all the dark places in him, and a small, tarnished bronze badge reading D.O.H.P. He had long known of the existence of these objects of power, but his Master had refused to answer all questions. With his last few breaths, he charged the young man with keeping both from the hands who would seek to do ill with them. On his last gasp, a name, a name which the one who has none seeks as he travels along the road to becoming a Guardian.

Dr. Moran.

*Misc: Has a reserve of dark power from his father's side. Most often this is manifested either as psychokenesis or bolts of dark energy, both of which are draining for him. However, if he is pushed beyond all reason into true rage, his demon blood takes hold. At that point he shifts into the true form of his father, an eight legged monster halfway between tiger and spider, black as homebrewed sin with poisonous jaws, larger than a horse. When he reaches this state, he can no longer differentiate between friend and enemy, and begins attempting to kill anything within reach. Each time this happens, there is the danger he will never regain his human self.

Weapon of Choice: Carries multiple weapons. Most often uses his meteor hammer, but keeps several holdout daggers secreted about his body, and lengths of razorwire in his bracelets. The katana is a relic passed down to him from his Master, a powerful object with a past streaked with crystals of frozen blood. He only uses this weapon as a last resort, and those who see it drawn are usually dead before the blade has stopped humming.