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August 8th, 2004, 12:50 PM
GW Name: Author X
Name: Roi Valley
Skin: Bronze
Eyes: Blue-Gray
Hair: Black
Height: 5'3"
Weapon: His fists, but will also use a quarterstaff, which shines always with a vibrant white, which is always pulled from the air about him. If he drops it, or it otherwise leaves his possession, it vanishes, returning to the air about him (though not visible). Also has an array of white and earth magic.
Clothing: Wears a white and gold t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers (if modern... has alternative outfits for different time settings). Always wears gold necklace with an emerald amulet, which looks as though it is from Ancient Egypt.
Fighting style: Adaptive to the situation at hand.
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Omni
Name: Omnius Ixius Iziru
Sex: Male
Appearance: He wears Black boots, A pair of black judo pants, a black gee, a black mask that covers his right side of his face, and a black ski mask. His hair is a relaxed wavy black with white tips. His eyes are a faint grey. He stands around a 5' 10".
Weapons: Two katanas, 1 No-Dachi blade, 1 claw attached to a chain, 4 daggers
Fighting Style: Modified Renbukai (Renbukai is a hybrid of Judo, Jujitsu, and Tae Kwan Do)
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Slyner
Name : Matyr Talencir
Gender : Male
Race : Human
Age : 27
Appearance : Matyr is about six feet tall with jet-black hair and piercing light blue eyes. He is clad in dark-green light plated armor and a flowing black cloak. These warrior-like armaments give him the appearance of an every-day ranger. Both of these items were enchanted by none other than Matyr himself to make them lighter and more durable.
Weapons : A long sword is belted to his right hip, imbued with magic by none other than himself. The blade appears black, despite the elements of which it is made. When used to kill a man, a curse placed upon the sword swallows the soul of the victim and devours its energy. On his left thigh, Matyr carries a long curved knife to be used in case of those quick jobs.
Magic : As a child he began to study magic. He quickly abandoned the simple elementals and moved onto curses and Shadow magic. Specializing in the arcane, Matyr know spells that have been forgotten for ages
Record: 0-0
GW Name: WhiteRaven
Name: Raven
Appearence: Raven has silver, shoulder length hair and dark cobalt eyes. His skin is very pale. Raven is not built very strong, but is exeptionaly limber. He possesses superior dexterity with a blade or sword, and is decent with a staff. His attire (Clothing) generally changes from fight to fight, so it will be described in my intro.
Demeanor: Raven generally fights for the greater good, though he has no reserves about killing and violence if it should prove nessicary. He is very passive-agressive, and will generally only attack someone with a reason or out of self-defence. He is an honorable fighter, and has been known to help his opponent to their feet and allow them to retrieve their arms before resuming the fight.
Weapons: Raven carries one weapon on his person, which is the Kireme long sword. This is a very plain blade, with no decorations or designs, but there is almost an aura about the blade, hinting at ancient magics laying dorment beneath the cold steel.
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Lucifer Pyrifax
Name: Lucifer Pyrifax
Appearance: Lucifer is a majestic creature, angelic in some features, but daemonic in the rest. When he extends them, his wings reach out to a span of nearly fifteen feet. The wings themselves are like that of the biblical angels, plumed with white feathers. Lucifer's face is one of his more daemonic characteristics, sharp cheeks and a mouth that expresses hatred and vengeance quite well with his words. Yet his eyes seem to be of a neutral nature, for they are a cold ice-blue, a colour that chills the bone of any creature that meets their gaze.
His skin is a white, akin to that of a beautiful ivory colour. Such a pallid shade reflects the moonlight quite beautifully when shone upon his skin! Yet, such beauty always manages to be marred by time, and his scars are no different. He wears them with pride and shame, for they are symbols of his power, yet it lessens his aesthetic value...
Lucifer's hair is another one of those attributes close to angelic. It is a platinum-blonde, but a bit more white than most of his same colour. It flows down the side of his face to his shoulders, and it is one of the few areas of his body that has been seen by mortals and they have lived to tell about it.
He is mostly garbed by a heavy cloak, black in nature but bloodstained by man. It covers most of Lucifer's body, except for his hair. Under the cloak he is clothed by black leather pants.
Weapon: Lucifer has two, one is a most frequent guest in his fights, Redemption, and the other is when the first is incapacitated, the Nova Edge.
Redemption is a double ended scythe that ensnares souls. To put it simply, Redemption was once a Fallen Angel, yet the Angel's soul was forged into this weapon, giving it life, and a thirst for other souls. The scythe often travels beside Lucifer, for it doesn't appreciate being held captive, even by the greatest Daemon's touch.
The Nova Edge is a broadsword that Lucifer summons at will. It is too powerful to be kept long in this realm, else it willl begin to create a vortex that will destroy all that come in contact with it. Like Redemption, it thirsts violently, yet the Nova Edge can be quelled temporarily if Lucifer feeds enough dark energy into it.
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Panther
Character name: I'mori'cath
Translation: The Dark Cat
Race: Felinoid
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon of choice: Variety of blades
Description:
Human form - Approximately 6' tall, extremely well built, his eyes are a deep green and cat like, his hair is jet black if ever he didn't keep it shaved. Battle scars write tales about his body and speak slightly of the life that he has lived.
Panther form - The form that he is most often found when going about his everyday life. The same deep green eyes are here that would be found in his human form. As well as the jet black hair. Scars too run their course on this body, yet three seem to be prevailant. The first, running across the cat's face. The upper portion of his left ear missing from the same blow that left the scar from brow, across snout, and ending at jaw. And the second, a wide scar down his right side. Running from shoulder to tail, and being about two inches in width. This he gained from a torture session with a firy plank. The third being a large area at his throat from the first true battle that he ever fought.
History - Born amongst others like himself, he gained his name by being the first that his people had ever seen be to have no distinctive markings. Solid black he was as a kitten. I'mori'cath he was dubbed, and as it was, it had always remained. Still as a kitten, no more than a year or so old. His tribe was attacked and defeated by a full fledged army. His mother died fleeing with him from the fight. His father, he watched fight valiently until the end when the sheer numbers of his opponents became too much. Nearby there had been a small forest, it was there that Cath weeped for his fallen loved ones. He made his home in the woods. Surviving by his natural hunting skills alone. Still at quite the young age of three, he faced off with a pack of wolves that had entered his woods and had made food become scarce. Like his father, Cath fought tooth and nail until their numbers began to slowly wear him down. Four of their numbers lay dead or dying about the remaining six, but the alpha male wouldn't have his own killed without just revenge. Catching Cath as he defended off attack after attack, the alpha waited for his chance and found it. The cat's neck was left open to attack while defending another attack. It was there that the alpha attacked and found favor. With their stomachs already full, the wolves left their attacker to die his slow death.
As the world dimmed about him, Cath became aware that there was a being standing over him and yelling to others. But it was of no concern to him anymore. Just a few more precious moments and he would be rejoined with his people. Yet it was not destined to be so, not on this day. The darkness lay all about him as the sounds of movement slowly seeped into his mind. Still too weak to move, Cath lay there beside what he could feel to be a fire and simply listened. Days past like this, yet the strength grew inside of Cath. Waking from one of his deeper sleeps, he came to realize the searing pain at his throat from the touch of another. With a surge of strength, Cath latched down on the hand, yet he quickly found that he still lack the strength to make this attack any more than a nibble.
A soft laughter filled his ears and a soothing voice followed behind. "Rest my friend, you have many wounds. Have peace of mind that no harm shall come to you whilst you are in my care." And for whatever reason, the words had indeed calmed the mind of Cath. And he lay his head back down and fell back into the deep sleep of which he had been before.
The next day, Cath woke to the soft stroking of a firm hand and the same voice from the day before. Opening his eyes for the first time since the darkness had closed them, he saw the man looming over him. A large smile crossed his face. "Welcome back to the light of day. I am one that they call Caius. A leader of the strongest army in all of the lands. A scout of mine had found you in the woods that lay many miles behind us. I have been personally nursing your extensive wounds for the last two weeks. In the beginning, I had all but lost hope for you when you were found."
And thus it was that the bond between Cath and Caius began. With time, Cath's health returned to him, as well as a new vibrance from which he couldn't place. Being that he had no other, Cath adopted Caius' army The Diablos as family. Entering their ranks with the promise to himself that he would one day find the army that overcame his tribe and deal out a revenge that could be matched by none other.
In the years that passed with The Diablos, Cath quickly became quite a force to be reckoned with on the training grounds. None could match his speed and agility. It was Caius himself that posed any sort of challenge to the cat. For Caius was unmatched by any fighter across all lands. The two sparred often, mostly because they each loved the challenge. Thus it was one day that they set themselves to a bit of a training bout that life for Cath changed forever.
As the two struck and lept at the other, Caius managed a swift front kick that landed squarely in the cat's chest. The blow landed with such force that it toppled the cat backwards and the unprecedented act of Cath finding himself on his back suddenly became a very real notion. Confusion and disorientation were just a few of the things that Cath succumbed to in a matter of a single moment. Leaping from the ground, he found himself looking up into the saucer sized eyes of Caius. The sudden urge to look around gripped Cath, and Cath had no intention of denying the urge. He stared down at the ground below him. It seemed so far away. He quickly noticed two sets of feet. One booted in heavy leather, the other bare. Cath followed the bare set, and then fell to the ground in shock. He was human. "Caius!" And once again Cath froze in shock. For he had said his first word. The act had baffled everyone in the area. All training had come to a screeching halt. Caius turned to one of the soldiers standing off to the side. "Don't just stand there! Bring him a robe!"
Wrapped in the soft fabric, Caius led Cath into his study. He watched Cath as he continued to test the newly found body of his. Amazed by the simplest of things. Things like having a thumb. So many different ways of being able to move amazed Cath, and he moved every way that he could find. As Caius watched him, he stifled the soft laughter that welled up inside of himself as he watched the young child. Then he sat down across the table from Cath and broke the childs earnest concentration of his own body's movement. "Has this ever happened before?" Cath, still unsure of what "this" was, slowly seeked out the word, "No".
Caius looked on eagerly at what he recognized as a shapeshifter. Even though he held a strong personal bond with Cath, he too was still the leader of The Diablos. A shapshifter was a piece of arsenal that Cauis could have only dreamed of having in his ranks. He quickly began to contemplate the depths of Cath's powers. Did they stop at simply being able to switch between a panther and a human? Or had Cath the ability to become other creatures? The possibilities raced in Caius' mind. What if they did go deeper? What if with the right training, Cath could become a drake? Or any of the other omnipowerful creatures of the lands. With a force such as that loyal to his call, The Diablos would indeed be truly invincible.
Given a few days of adjustment, Caius began to press Cath to search for his powers. To be able to tap into whatever ability that he had that day on the training field. Yet years passed and the only success made was between man and cat. Yet Caius felt no despair. He had if nothing else, gained a fighter with incredible prowess. For Cath too had excelled greatly in the way of swordsmanship. Once again becoming one of the very few that could come anywhere near matching the Diablo Lord.
Time yet passed, years had come, and years had gone. Wars were fought and won. Cath proved time and time again to be a valuable asset to Caius, and quickly moved up in the ranks of The Diablos. Not only for his battle presense, but his tactical as well. Cath quickly became one of Caius' most trusted advisors. Being that he was, over time it earned him a leadership position with none but Caius himself, and Shazal Rugandy, the Mazoku Priest, above him. As Caius felt the need to create his own special forces, he pulled together a small band of his Diablo brethren, and it was called, "The Brotherhood of Dark Time Unholy". It was Cath that one of the first invitations to join the ranks was issued. And as always, he took the title with unblemished Diablo Pride. And has kept the title to this very day.....
Record: 0-0
Name: Roi Valley
Skin: Bronze
Eyes: Blue-Gray
Hair: Black
Height: 5'3"
Weapon: His fists, but will also use a quarterstaff, which shines always with a vibrant white, which is always pulled from the air about him. If he drops it, or it otherwise leaves his possession, it vanishes, returning to the air about him (though not visible). Also has an array of white and earth magic.
Clothing: Wears a white and gold t-shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers (if modern... has alternative outfits for different time settings). Always wears gold necklace with an emerald amulet, which looks as though it is from Ancient Egypt.
Fighting style: Adaptive to the situation at hand.
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Omni
Name: Omnius Ixius Iziru
Sex: Male
Appearance: He wears Black boots, A pair of black judo pants, a black gee, a black mask that covers his right side of his face, and a black ski mask. His hair is a relaxed wavy black with white tips. His eyes are a faint grey. He stands around a 5' 10".
Weapons: Two katanas, 1 No-Dachi blade, 1 claw attached to a chain, 4 daggers
Fighting Style: Modified Renbukai (Renbukai is a hybrid of Judo, Jujitsu, and Tae Kwan Do)
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Slyner
Name : Matyr Talencir
Gender : Male
Race : Human
Age : 27
Appearance : Matyr is about six feet tall with jet-black hair and piercing light blue eyes. He is clad in dark-green light plated armor and a flowing black cloak. These warrior-like armaments give him the appearance of an every-day ranger. Both of these items were enchanted by none other than Matyr himself to make them lighter and more durable.
Weapons : A long sword is belted to his right hip, imbued with magic by none other than himself. The blade appears black, despite the elements of which it is made. When used to kill a man, a curse placed upon the sword swallows the soul of the victim and devours its energy. On his left thigh, Matyr carries a long curved knife to be used in case of those quick jobs.
Magic : As a child he began to study magic. He quickly abandoned the simple elementals and moved onto curses and Shadow magic. Specializing in the arcane, Matyr know spells that have been forgotten for ages
Record: 0-0
GW Name: WhiteRaven
Name: Raven
Appearence: Raven has silver, shoulder length hair and dark cobalt eyes. His skin is very pale. Raven is not built very strong, but is exeptionaly limber. He possesses superior dexterity with a blade or sword, and is decent with a staff. His attire (Clothing) generally changes from fight to fight, so it will be described in my intro.
Demeanor: Raven generally fights for the greater good, though he has no reserves about killing and violence if it should prove nessicary. He is very passive-agressive, and will generally only attack someone with a reason or out of self-defence. He is an honorable fighter, and has been known to help his opponent to their feet and allow them to retrieve their arms before resuming the fight.
Weapons: Raven carries one weapon on his person, which is the Kireme long sword. This is a very plain blade, with no decorations or designs, but there is almost an aura about the blade, hinting at ancient magics laying dorment beneath the cold steel.
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Lucifer Pyrifax
Name: Lucifer Pyrifax
Appearance: Lucifer is a majestic creature, angelic in some features, but daemonic in the rest. When he extends them, his wings reach out to a span of nearly fifteen feet. The wings themselves are like that of the biblical angels, plumed with white feathers. Lucifer's face is one of his more daemonic characteristics, sharp cheeks and a mouth that expresses hatred and vengeance quite well with his words. Yet his eyes seem to be of a neutral nature, for they are a cold ice-blue, a colour that chills the bone of any creature that meets their gaze.
His skin is a white, akin to that of a beautiful ivory colour. Such a pallid shade reflects the moonlight quite beautifully when shone upon his skin! Yet, such beauty always manages to be marred by time, and his scars are no different. He wears them with pride and shame, for they are symbols of his power, yet it lessens his aesthetic value...
Lucifer's hair is another one of those attributes close to angelic. It is a platinum-blonde, but a bit more white than most of his same colour. It flows down the side of his face to his shoulders, and it is one of the few areas of his body that has been seen by mortals and they have lived to tell about it.
He is mostly garbed by a heavy cloak, black in nature but bloodstained by man. It covers most of Lucifer's body, except for his hair. Under the cloak he is clothed by black leather pants.
Weapon: Lucifer has two, one is a most frequent guest in his fights, Redemption, and the other is when the first is incapacitated, the Nova Edge.
Redemption is a double ended scythe that ensnares souls. To put it simply, Redemption was once a Fallen Angel, yet the Angel's soul was forged into this weapon, giving it life, and a thirst for other souls. The scythe often travels beside Lucifer, for it doesn't appreciate being held captive, even by the greatest Daemon's touch.
The Nova Edge is a broadsword that Lucifer summons at will. It is too powerful to be kept long in this realm, else it willl begin to create a vortex that will destroy all that come in contact with it. Like Redemption, it thirsts violently, yet the Nova Edge can be quelled temporarily if Lucifer feeds enough dark energy into it.
Record: 0-0
GW Name: Panther
Character name: I'mori'cath
Translation: The Dark Cat
Race: Felinoid
Occupation: Mercenary
Weapon of choice: Variety of blades
Description:
Human form - Approximately 6' tall, extremely well built, his eyes are a deep green and cat like, his hair is jet black if ever he didn't keep it shaved. Battle scars write tales about his body and speak slightly of the life that he has lived.
Panther form - The form that he is most often found when going about his everyday life. The same deep green eyes are here that would be found in his human form. As well as the jet black hair. Scars too run their course on this body, yet three seem to be prevailant. The first, running across the cat's face. The upper portion of his left ear missing from the same blow that left the scar from brow, across snout, and ending at jaw. And the second, a wide scar down his right side. Running from shoulder to tail, and being about two inches in width. This he gained from a torture session with a firy plank. The third being a large area at his throat from the first true battle that he ever fought.
History - Born amongst others like himself, he gained his name by being the first that his people had ever seen be to have no distinctive markings. Solid black he was as a kitten. I'mori'cath he was dubbed, and as it was, it had always remained. Still as a kitten, no more than a year or so old. His tribe was attacked and defeated by a full fledged army. His mother died fleeing with him from the fight. His father, he watched fight valiently until the end when the sheer numbers of his opponents became too much. Nearby there had been a small forest, it was there that Cath weeped for his fallen loved ones. He made his home in the woods. Surviving by his natural hunting skills alone. Still at quite the young age of three, he faced off with a pack of wolves that had entered his woods and had made food become scarce. Like his father, Cath fought tooth and nail until their numbers began to slowly wear him down. Four of their numbers lay dead or dying about the remaining six, but the alpha male wouldn't have his own killed without just revenge. Catching Cath as he defended off attack after attack, the alpha waited for his chance and found it. The cat's neck was left open to attack while defending another attack. It was there that the alpha attacked and found favor. With their stomachs already full, the wolves left their attacker to die his slow death.
As the world dimmed about him, Cath became aware that there was a being standing over him and yelling to others. But it was of no concern to him anymore. Just a few more precious moments and he would be rejoined with his people. Yet it was not destined to be so, not on this day. The darkness lay all about him as the sounds of movement slowly seeped into his mind. Still too weak to move, Cath lay there beside what he could feel to be a fire and simply listened. Days past like this, yet the strength grew inside of Cath. Waking from one of his deeper sleeps, he came to realize the searing pain at his throat from the touch of another. With a surge of strength, Cath latched down on the hand, yet he quickly found that he still lack the strength to make this attack any more than a nibble.
A soft laughter filled his ears and a soothing voice followed behind. "Rest my friend, you have many wounds. Have peace of mind that no harm shall come to you whilst you are in my care." And for whatever reason, the words had indeed calmed the mind of Cath. And he lay his head back down and fell back into the deep sleep of which he had been before.
The next day, Cath woke to the soft stroking of a firm hand and the same voice from the day before. Opening his eyes for the first time since the darkness had closed them, he saw the man looming over him. A large smile crossed his face. "Welcome back to the light of day. I am one that they call Caius. A leader of the strongest army in all of the lands. A scout of mine had found you in the woods that lay many miles behind us. I have been personally nursing your extensive wounds for the last two weeks. In the beginning, I had all but lost hope for you when you were found."
And thus it was that the bond between Cath and Caius began. With time, Cath's health returned to him, as well as a new vibrance from which he couldn't place. Being that he had no other, Cath adopted Caius' army The Diablos as family. Entering their ranks with the promise to himself that he would one day find the army that overcame his tribe and deal out a revenge that could be matched by none other.
In the years that passed with The Diablos, Cath quickly became quite a force to be reckoned with on the training grounds. None could match his speed and agility. It was Caius himself that posed any sort of challenge to the cat. For Caius was unmatched by any fighter across all lands. The two sparred often, mostly because they each loved the challenge. Thus it was one day that they set themselves to a bit of a training bout that life for Cath changed forever.
As the two struck and lept at the other, Caius managed a swift front kick that landed squarely in the cat's chest. The blow landed with such force that it toppled the cat backwards and the unprecedented act of Cath finding himself on his back suddenly became a very real notion. Confusion and disorientation were just a few of the things that Cath succumbed to in a matter of a single moment. Leaping from the ground, he found himself looking up into the saucer sized eyes of Caius. The sudden urge to look around gripped Cath, and Cath had no intention of denying the urge. He stared down at the ground below him. It seemed so far away. He quickly noticed two sets of feet. One booted in heavy leather, the other bare. Cath followed the bare set, and then fell to the ground in shock. He was human. "Caius!" And once again Cath froze in shock. For he had said his first word. The act had baffled everyone in the area. All training had come to a screeching halt. Caius turned to one of the soldiers standing off to the side. "Don't just stand there! Bring him a robe!"
Wrapped in the soft fabric, Caius led Cath into his study. He watched Cath as he continued to test the newly found body of his. Amazed by the simplest of things. Things like having a thumb. So many different ways of being able to move amazed Cath, and he moved every way that he could find. As Caius watched him, he stifled the soft laughter that welled up inside of himself as he watched the young child. Then he sat down across the table from Cath and broke the childs earnest concentration of his own body's movement. "Has this ever happened before?" Cath, still unsure of what "this" was, slowly seeked out the word, "No".
Caius looked on eagerly at what he recognized as a shapeshifter. Even though he held a strong personal bond with Cath, he too was still the leader of The Diablos. A shapshifter was a piece of arsenal that Cauis could have only dreamed of having in his ranks. He quickly began to contemplate the depths of Cath's powers. Did they stop at simply being able to switch between a panther and a human? Or had Cath the ability to become other creatures? The possibilities raced in Caius' mind. What if they did go deeper? What if with the right training, Cath could become a drake? Or any of the other omnipowerful creatures of the lands. With a force such as that loyal to his call, The Diablos would indeed be truly invincible.
Given a few days of adjustment, Caius began to press Cath to search for his powers. To be able to tap into whatever ability that he had that day on the training field. Yet years passed and the only success made was between man and cat. Yet Caius felt no despair. He had if nothing else, gained a fighter with incredible prowess. For Cath too had excelled greatly in the way of swordsmanship. Once again becoming one of the very few that could come anywhere near matching the Diablo Lord.
Time yet passed, years had come, and years had gone. Wars were fought and won. Cath proved time and time again to be a valuable asset to Caius, and quickly moved up in the ranks of The Diablos. Not only for his battle presense, but his tactical as well. Cath quickly became one of Caius' most trusted advisors. Being that he was, over time it earned him a leadership position with none but Caius himself, and Shazal Rugandy, the Mazoku Priest, above him. As Caius felt the need to create his own special forces, he pulled together a small band of his Diablo brethren, and it was called, "The Brotherhood of Dark Time Unholy". It was Cath that one of the first invitations to join the ranks was issued. And as always, he took the title with unblemished Diablo Pride. And has kept the title to this very day.....
Record: 0-0