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[FlameHeart]

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Name: (Name of your character)
Age: (Your character's age)
Sex: (Character gender)
Race: (What race your character decends from)
Weapon: (Weapon or weapons used by your character)
Abilities: (Special moves and magics your character knows. [You don't have to give it all away, you can hide some skills to surprise opponents later on.])
Appearance: (What your character looks like)
Personality: (Your character's personality)
Bio: (Character's past or background info.)
Other: (Anything else you'd like to add.)

[McCloud]

What once was. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=570969)

Also, if your post has nothing to do with a character, or ways to improve, do not post it here. Period.

[Black Suit Inc.]

Grace Reton

19

Human

About 5’7, slim, gorgeous. Not skinny, just right. She wears baggy shorts, just past her knees, a tight white tank top, finishing just above her naval, and smallish boots. Long, flowing blonde hair, finishing just below her shoulder blades. It’s full of life and bounces as she walks; huge blue eyes that you can’t help but look into. She’s quite tanned.

Very light and talkative. Extremely easy to talk to, and despite her pretty appearance, she’s a real rough and tumble girl. She loves conversation and hates quiet people. Real good sense of humour, and really loves the guys.

An assassin grade Compound Bow. A buck knife.

Assassin’s training.

She was born in America, but she grew up in Brazil, where her mother worked as a highly paid assassin. Her father left after she was born, and she never knew him. When she was eleven, her mother explained to her what she did for a living, and so, Grace went into the family business. While she trained, she accompanied her mother on several occasions, following her movements and actions as she worked. She favoured tight black trousers and knee high, strong, thin boots. A short sleeve black shirt, and a bobble to keep her hair back in a ponytail; as well as a large belt, equipped with various small tools: a lock-pick, a laser pointer, night glasses (like sun glasses, but they allow you to see in the dark. Not as well as Night Vision Goggles, hit they incease your range by about fifty feet.). Her mother trained her until she was eighteen, when her mother was discovered and killed while on a mission. She was picked up by social services and sent back to America to live with her uncle. Eventually, she left home in search of work. Naturally, she was attracted to Crime, seeing as she was a trained Assassin. She excelled at the line of work. She did quite a few jobs, to a high quality, favouring long, silent kills with a Compound Bow, or quick, clean kills with a blade. She was picking through the letters from her door, or the high priced, high classed Penthouse Suite she owned, when that very familiar letter came through. It was white, untouched; that same print, Times New Roman, black; the address in the centre of the envelope. She slipped it open and unfurled the letter within. It was blank, except for three lines of text:

*insert student name*
The School of Battle, 71º, 104º
$75,000

A smile glanced her face before she crumpled the paper, pulled a flick lighter from her pocket and set it alight. The phone was taken from the receiver, a number dialled, and twenty minutes later, her flight was booked: oversized luggage for her Bow, and special storage for her knife.


She brings new meaning to Femme-Fatale. She’s like, eye popping hot.

[Krazy Koco King]

Let's see... I think you should expand "Assassin's Training" a bit. Also, I know it's fairly obvious, but add that she's Female. The only other problem is that we haven't decided where the SoB is, so take the coordinates out.

[Black Suit Inc.]

Well, i don't know how to work co-ordinates, but i'll remove them anyway.

And anyway, i can't edit.

Name: Grace Reton

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Race: Human

Appearence: About 5’7, slim, gorgeous. Not skinny, just right. She wears baggy shorts, just past her knees, a tight white tank top, finishing just above her naval, and smallish boots. Long, flowing blonde hair, finishing just below her shoulder blades. It’s full of life and bounces as she walks; huge blue eyes that you can’t help but look into. She’s quite tanned.

Personality: Very light and talkative. Extremely easy to talk to, and despite her pretty appearance, she’s a real rough and tumble girl. She loves conversation and hates quiet people. Real good sense of humour, and really loves the guys.

Weapoms: An assassin grade Compound Bow. A buck knife.

Abilities: Assassin’s training. (Stealth, close quater combat, killing technique, etc.)

Bio: She was born in America, but she grew up in Brazil, where her mother worked as a highly paid assassin. Her father left after she was born, and she never knew him. When she was eleven, her mother explained to her what she did for a living, and so, Grace went into the family business. While she trained, she accompanied her mother on several occasions, following her movements and actions as she worked. She favoured tight black trousers and knee high, strong, thin boots. A short sleeve black shirt, and a bobble to keep her hair back in a ponytail; as well as a large belt, equipped with various small tools: a lock-pick, a laser pointer, night glasses (like sun glasses, but they allow you to see in the dark. Not as well as Night Vision Goggles, hit they incease your range by about fifty feet.). Her mother trained her until she was eighteen, when her mother was discovered and killed while on a mission. She was picked up by social services and sent back to America to live with her uncle. Eventually, she left home in search of work. Naturally, she was attracted to Crime, seeing as she was a trained Assassin. She excelled at the line of work. She did quite a few jobs, to a high quality, favouring long, silent kills with a Compound Bow, or quick, clean kills with a blade. She was picking through the letters from her door, or the high priced, high classed Penthouse Suite she owned, when that very familiar letter came through. It was white, untouched; that same print, Times New Roman, black; the address in the centre of the envelope. She slipped it open and unfurled the letter within. It was blank, except for three lines of text:


*insert student name*
The School of Battle,
$75,000


A smile glanced her face before she crumpled the paper, pulled a flick lighter from her pocket and set it alight. The phone was taken from the receiver, a number dialled, and twenty minutes later, her flight was booked: oversized luggage for her Bow, and special storage for her knife.


other: She brings new meaning to Femme-Fatale. If she were to walk past you, with her swinging hips and flowing hair, you'd be speachless.

[Krazy Koco King]

All right, I think it's good now. Can't wait to see where you take this character.

[Chainlinc3]

Ok, I'm planning on having Aether dissappear into a closet somewhere to be replaced by this new character as my "only" character, just because I should be able to RP with him easier. Maybe I'll pull Aether back out when I'm better at RPing.

On another note, I'm more than willing to elaborate on this bio if you want me to. Alot of the things are shorter than Aether's (I think) but I think I got the character across.

Name: Ryle Thompson

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Race: Human. And slightly kitty.

Weapon: Usually a blade of some sort, but really, he uses pretty much whatever’s available. Preferably sharp. Carries a switchblade made of a virtually indestructible metal.

Abilities: Very agile, making him very hard to hit. Also, he has The Touch of Gaia, otherwise known simply as The Touch, which allows him to fabricate living creatures given the raw materials (dirt, water, air), however he is unable to control the animals as of now (he will hopefully learn this eventually). FYI, The Touch is a gift, not a physical object.

Appearance: About 5’ 4”, blond-ish hair, black kitty ears sticking out of his head. Glasses. Takes his ipod with him most everywhere. His appearance was originally based off of the character shown here: http://www.megatokyo.com/strip/523 And here: http://www.megatokyo.com/strip/524 And here: http://www.megatokyo.com/strip/525 (I’ve tried to modify it somewhat, but I really like that look, so, I’m just trying to replicate it for a different person)

Personality: Overly friendly, energetic, playful, and prone to violent mood swings. Is rather creative, due to his possession of the Touch. Tends to become obsessed with a goal or notion, and then it is virtually impossible to dissuade him from that belief/goal. Usually in a good mood.

Bio: Ryle’s childhood is pretty normal. He was born with his abilities (and kitty ears) and lived a relatively normal life. Mainly because he removed anyone who didn’t treat him normally. When adults caught on to this, he was sent to a therapist, who he’s been seeing ever since (see “other” section). He graduated from college towards the top of his class. He was recently stranded in Tokyo with a friend for an extended period of time, after flying there on a whim and then maxing out their credit cards. During this stay, he decided to use his switchblade for good, by helping to fend off the assorted zombie invasions, giant lizard rampages, and alien attacks that plague Tokyo. Upon his return to America, he set out in search of the Vicious Sparklebunny of +10 Hugs. Following it around the world, he eventually tracked it to the area surrounding the School of Battle.

Other: His a six inch tall angel named Serai as his therapist.
Minor Character: Serai
More or less serves as Ryle’s conscience and morals throughout his life. She is generally the voice of reason. Appearance: 6” tall. Angel wings. Blond hair. Glasses.
General note: Sorry Serai’s bio is so short, but she probably won’t show up very often.

[Krazy Koco King]

(Yes TF. You knew this was coming ever since the name.)

Erm... if the name is the same or has parts that are the same as the person you based it off of, you'll have to change it. Not my policy, but McCloud did it to stop people from creating a thousand billion Cloud Strife's.

If I'm reading too much into what you said just correct me.

[Chainlinc3]

nope, you weren't reading too much into it. Sorry, didn't know that rule.
*edits name*
But wait... can a few parts still be borrowed? Or can a character have no basis on outside works?

[Krazy Koco King]

It's impossible to have a character with no outside influences. We all get ideas from somewhere. Just directly crossing a character over is too blatant.

Of course that also means that if parts of your appearance, abilities, bio, etc. were directly based on this character than those should be removed. If someone made a character named Duolc who had blonde spiky hair and used a huge sword, we'd still get onto him for copying Cloud. You can keep the cat ears though since that makes him distinctive.

[Chainlinc3]

Ok. So I'll rework stuff that's too blatently copying, and then bring it back.

On another note, you seem kinda fixated on the Cloud analogy. Did you guys actually have 50,000 people try to make a Cloud
character? Or is it just a random analogy?

Edit:
Ok, I've changed it some, trying to remove anything relevant from the comic character. He was only a minor alter-ego, so I made most of the stuff up in the first place, and now all that is really alike is the appearance, but I'm hoping I changed it enough that it's passable. I really like that look, and I'm trying to modify that just enough so that it's different.

[Krazy Koco King]

What's a Vicious Sparklebunny of +10 Hugs? I haven't played DnD lol.

Anyway, it looks good now.

[Chainlinc3]

YAY!
A vicious sparklebunny of +10 hugs is a random goal I made up for him to chase when he stumbles upon the School.

[Nollid]

These are old characters, but their bios got lost, so I guess I have to post here. They'll be abbreviated, since I really don't feel like writing everything out. If you need more, just tell me, I just kinda wanna get this done tonight, and I don't have much time. I'll add more tomorrow, if needed.

Nevermind. I just found their bios. Sorry for the useless post.

[B S o D]

Ok, i return once again to try my hand at entering the School of Battle. Several people tell me i need too....So here goes:

Name: Coren Maddox, gives the name “Shadow” to most people.

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Race: White, European, Unnamed Location

Weapon: A hand forged straight edge katana, slightly longer than a normal katana. Black sheath and black handle.

Abilities: Very good with a sword. Master of Hadoken Ryu Kenjutsu. Unfortunately the full name of every attack must be announce before performing the attack, frequently giving opponents the advantage. However, some of the names make no sense what so ever. Heals extremely fast. The reason for this is not yet known, but he is capable of taking damage that would kill a normal person.

Appearance: He stands 6'1”, around 180. Has unkempt brown hair that drops down in to his eye. Normally wears t-shirts and baggy-ish jeans. Carries his sword in his right hand.

Personality: He's not cheery, but he not emo. He's not outgoing, but he's not shy. He's not really friendly, but he's not a loner. He's not terribly quick to make friends, but once he does, he'll do anything for them. Tends to stay alone and watch, then choose who he would associate with.

Bio: Both his parents died in a car wreak when he was only three years old. His grandfather raised him in their stead. He was a master swordsman and Coren soon began to learn this art. His grandfather was a master as several sword-art (Kenjutsu) styles but only taught Coren Hadoken Ryu. When he was twelve, his grandfather's house was attacked. He was stuffed in the closet while his grandfather dealt with the intruders. Sadly his grandfather didn't do such a good job and was killed. Coren chose that time to peek out the closet, just in time to see the assassin wiping his grandfather's blood from his sword. Something in Coren snapped. He ran out of the closet and picked up his grandfather's sword, the sword he know carries, and killed his grandfather's killer. The other assassins heard the commotion and ran in, Coren killed every one of them.

Drenched in blood and carrying his grandfather blood stained sword, Coren dragged himself through the city streets to the police department. He sat on the stairs, catonic and clutching the sword to he chest. The police took him back to the house to investigate. They only found the body of his grandfather. No sign of anyone else in the home or of forced entry. Immediately they blamed Coren and tried to arrest him. He killed three of the officers and fled after picking up his grandfather's sheath. He left his home town and traveled for several days through the woods before collapsing at a monastery.

The monks found the boy, battered, bloody and armed and brought him in. They cleaned him up put him to bed. The next morning he awoke to a nice bed and his grandfather's sword against the wall. The smell of food coaxed him out of the room. The monks fed him and told him he they found him. They sensed a higher purpose for his left, and told him he should stay a while and meditate on his life. Six months later he read a verse in particular, “He who kills with the sword, let him die by the sword as well.” This led to the reaization that he was damned to die.

Coren made a vow to never again kill needlessly and he would seek to redeem himself by finding the one who had cause all this suffering and death. He would face him and give him the choice to accept defeat, or die by Coren's hand.

He found his way to the School of Battle to improve his skills. He seeks to master any style of sword combat he can learn.

Other: (Anything else you'd like to add.) He has an mp3 player and usually listens to it during a fight. Tends to do stupid things. Due to his quick healing, he tends not to be very careful, to the point of ignoring traffic and jay-walking in front of buses.

[Torturous Flame]

sounds good, a wee bit god moddy but it's you so I know you can handle your charcter starting out a bit powerful. Accepted I suppose. Please go make your thread in the dorms sub forum and PM/IM me the link so I can sticky it

[B S o D]

Thanks, and he's going to find out why he heals quick, which will show a large weakness for him. I'll have the thread up by the end of the day.

[Forgotten Hero]

This is just a rough draft of Leo's bio that I could remember

Name: Leo
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Race: Elf

Appearance: http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc113/JT52191/fire.jpg

Weapons:
Dark Elven Blade-This sword holds the spirit of the Dark Elf King that Leo killed.
Chain: A long chain that has a blade at one end and a small weight at the other end.

Abilities: Leo has the ability to control Fire, he has psychic powers, and he also has some secret elven magic.

Blaze-Leo's most common attack that surrounds Leo in a wave of fire, and as Leo moves it leaves a trail of fire behind him, also when Leo attacks with any of his weapons it is followed by a wave of fire.

Psychic Surge-Leo focuses his psychic energy all around him and then in one quick movement Leo releases the energy, which expands around Leo destroying everything it touches

Personality: Leo is calm even in battle. He is easy going and loves to hang out with lots of people.

Bio: One day Leo and a group of Elven warriors was wandering on the outskirts of the land of the Elves looking for anything suspicious, and as they was walking along they found the camp of the Dark Elves and standing at the very center of the camp was the Dark Elven King. Having the element of suprise Leo and the others decided instead of going back to get reinforcments they would sneak up on the camp and take out the Dark Elven King.

When Leo and the others jumped out they easily took out most of the Dark Elf soldiers, and when they finally took out all the soldiers all they had left to kill was the King, but as they approached him the king suddenly released a giant wave of power that threw Leo and the others back away from him. Leo knew they couldn't fight the king head on so Leo got his chain and as the king was about to bring his sword down on one of Leo's comrades Leo released one end of his chain and was able to wrap it around the kings sword and pull it out of his hand. After pulling the Kings sword out of his hands Leo quickly ran and picked up the sword and using the momentum of his run Leo plunged the sword into the Kings stomach killing the Dark Elven King.

Other: (Anything else you'd like to add.)

[Torturous Flame]

eh it's fine. I'm to busy to kritik (thats debater spelling ^_^ )

[Forgotten Hero]

lol I just put it here to have Leo bio again that just all I could remember

[Zazu]

You really should have put it in your character thread in the dorms.

[Forgotten Hero]

yeah he was the only one I forgot to put in there, and I dont know why.

[Medic!]

[name:] Matthias Aranion

[age:] Noticeable aging stopped at 19, but has lived through at least 2 centuries.

[sex:] Male

[race:] Elf

[weapon:] A silver-bladed halberd named Afterglow.

[abilities:]

Matthias has two forms that he can change into at will: Aurora and Phantom. Each form has it’s specific strengths and weaknesses.

Aurora:

Dawn: A glyph forms under the foe(s), and unleashes a vertical blast of energy.
Grace: A barrier forms around Matt’s body, shielding him from physical and magical attacks. Does not fully protect him, however, but the effect can be transferred to his allies.
Wish: Raises a barrier between his foe(s) and his allies. Enemies who touch it are hurt. Allies who touch it are rejuvenated.
Advent: Who knows? You’ll have to wait and see.

Phantom:

Corruption: A glyph forms under the foe(s), and unleashes a vertical blast of energy.
Twilight: Darkness descends onto the foe(s), temporarily blinding them. Ineffective against those who can sense energy, but it also has a secondary effect: silence. The target(s) are unable to hear anything, even if they can see just fine in the dark.
Polaris: A trio of stars appear around an enemy, sinking into the ground and binding him in place. Rays of light shoot towards the sky, creating a pyramid around the adversary, trapping it within. Where the rays of light meet, a central pillar of energy blasts the foe from above.
Exodus: Who knows? You’ll have to wait and see.

[appearance:] Matt wears a gray hooded cloak, with a silvery-blue crescent moon embroidered on the back. It actually glimmers when light hits it. Three stars join the pattern, one on each shoulder, and one right between them, right where the base of the neck is on the cloak. If Matt was to remove his robe, the same pattern is seen tattooed between his shoulder blades. His short silver hair usually flops into his bright blue eyes. A single platinum sapphire ring fits snugly on his right index finger- as if it was custom made for him and him alone. Matt received the ring when he was a young boy from a local sage. He’s kept it with him always since he first obtained it.

His slender frame belies his true strength as a skilled warrior. For an Elf, he’s a bit shorter than his brethren, but by human standards he’s average at 5’11”.

[personality:] Matt has always been outgoing and energetic, but this started to wane as time grew on. As the years passed, the immature shell faded away, leaving behind a trustworthy ally and friend that could be relied on- no matter what. He still retains a glimmer of hope, and the spark of life is burning intensely within his eyes.

[bio:] Matthias was born in a small village, raised by two loving parents. His father -a renowned archer named Rane- was out gathering food for his wife and boy, while his mother took care of the house. While Rane was away, bandits ambushed the village and left it to burn. Anyone who stood in their way was brutally murdered. Matthias' mother fought bravely to protect his boy, but it was to no avail. She fell to their swords, and little Matt was taken prisoner. When Rane returned from his expedition, he found his home destroyed and his family dead.

Exactly as he had planned.

Life among the bandits was rough, but Matt adapted easily enough. Although he could never forgive his captors for what they had done, the life of a thief suited him as much as he would allow it. After years of service and thievery, he had an opportunity to escape back to his home. When he returned to his village, he found it rebuilt and prosperous- even better than what it had been before. Matt also found his father.

"You..." choked Rane. "I- I thought you were dead!"

"The bandits that attacked killed everyone... Including Mother. They took me with them though, but that doesn't matter anymore! I'm home!" cried Matthias joyfully. He ran towards his father, arms outstretched.

"That's far enough, boy."

Rane's cold tone cut through the air like a knife.

"You should have been disposed of, like the others. Damn bandits... I always have to finish the job, don't I?"

Matt stopped dead in his tracks, trying to process everything his beloved father had just said. Rane began to draw his bow, letting loose one arrow. It conveniently missed Matt.

"I'm giving you a choice," spoke Rane. "Leave this place, and you may live, or stay here and die. Either way, choose quickly- I don't have all day."

The force from his fathers words hit the boy like a sack of bricks to the forehead. Unprepared to fight his father, Matt turned and ran into the forest, hoping to lose his father in the winding trails and brush. He eventually stumbled across another elven settlement, this one even larger than his home had grown into. Shops of every kind existed here, as did the Sage.

Weary and tired after fleeing from his father, he collapsed in the center of town. Kind passerby carried him to the local inn for him to recover. After waking up a few days later, the owner of the inn told him to find Zehrun, the "wise man on the edge of town."

Following his instructions, Matthias made his way to the sage's hut. He was greeted by a toothy old man, dressed in rags.

"Hello there, Matty!" exclaimed Zehrun. "I don't believe we've met, but I know so much about you! You're the talk of the town, don'tcha know?"

Figuring that his little scene in the middle of town caused a bit of an uproar, Matt greeted the quirky man with a smile.

After a bit of conversation, it was decided that Matt would stay in the town and train under the Sage. It turned out he was an experienced warrior, even though he was mentally unstable.

Fight after fight, meditation after meditation, year after year, Matt became stronger and more capable as each moment passed. Training was all he knew, and all he cared about. However- the sage knew his time was nearly up on this world. After the last night of training, he placed a silver halberd in Matt's quarters. The next morning, Matt awoke to a new weapon in his room, and no teacher.

In silence he dug his master's grave. In silence he made his way back to his home. He was ready to take his father down.

Using one of the forms he had unlocked with his time with his teacher, he struck his father down as he slept. Revenge had been exacted. With no teacher, however, he had nothing to learn. To continue his knowledge in the art of combat, he sought out the School of Battle.
___________________________

Matthias is come!

[Joe II]

Name: Joe McCallister

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Weapon:
- No weapons

Abilities: Joe was born with two natural gifts. One gift which allows him to hear the thoughts of his twin sister Alexis. No matter how far away she is he can hear her plain as day. He also has an increased heart beat, it beats two or three times faster than a human heart which allows him to react quicker to things in his surroundings. Joe also has increased Strength.

Appearance: Joe stands at 5'8 and is Caucasian. He has green eyes and dirty blond hair which is kept short. He has an athletic build and a tattoo of a cross on his back. He likes to wear jeans and T-shirts.

Personality: He is laid back and is usually up to no good, He likes to pull pranks and have a good time, which usually gets him in trouble with his Sister.

Bio: Joe and his sister were born as conjoined twins. They were joined at the head and in a radical move by the doctors and with a little help from a magical tool (Which the doctors were unaware of) they were separated with little to no side effects that were known. Their parents knew there was something strange because it seemed both children always reacted the same way, If one cried because they were hungry, their twin was not far behind. This continued on into their childhood and their power was first truly noticed when one day Alexis got lost on a picnic in the woods where the family also went to relax and get away.

Alexis and Joe were only 5 at the time when Alexis wandered off into the woods. Joe complained of head pains and was unable to sleep, Alexis had disappeared for 3 days. That's when Joe began saying her name in the wee hours he managed to sleep. He woke with a start and screamed loudly, startling their mother who was in the room. That's when Joe started pointing out a certain area of the trees. After only a 2 hour search of the area, Alexis was found inside of a natural well spring, barely conscious. She was in the medical room for only one night when she was released, a miraculous recovery.

After that Joe and Alexis were nearly in-separable. They played together always, they were always in the same classes but they excelled in very different categories. Joe liked to play American football and was very good at it. It was as if he could see things moving slower than average which allowed him to react to everything around him much quicker and gave him a severe advantage in any position he played, but he was much better at wide receiver. Alexis on the other hand excelled at her academics, She sat with honors in every class and was Valedictorian of their graduating class.. Well, that would be if they had made it to graduation..

Three weeks left till grad and tragedy struck. The family returned home from a night out at the movies to find their door was off the hinges and as if things had been disturbed. Their father went inside to investigate and quickly found out the intruder was still in the house. Alexis was in her mothers arms when a shot rang out. Their mother fell to the ground and let out a shriek of terror, Joe quickly ran into the house, Alexis not far behind. Joe lets out a warning in his mind. "Alex, stay outside with mom" Alexis almost protests but decides against it and goes outside.

Joe runs up the stairs to find his father laying on the ground, choking on his own blood. Joe kneels in close to his dad as he hears the heart beat slowing of his father. "S-s-son... The Schoo... School... You need to find the school of battl-" was all his father could sputter out before he closed his eyes and let out his final breath. Alexis had heard outside what was said and looks at their mom. Joe stands up and with tears in his eyes kicks open the door to their parents bedroom. Inside a man sat on the bed, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Ah yes, Joe McCallister. I have been waiting for you..." The man said, a grin on his face. A face which has multiple scars and dark red eyes.

"You killed my father!" Joe yelled as he charged. The man closed his eyes and moved his hand in a flicking motion which caused Joe to fly and be pinned to the wall.

"Yeah, i killed that..human i guess. And to you, i guess he is your father. I have been after your little family here for awhile. And i gotta say, i thought there was going to be a challenge. I mean, your dad hit the ground and didn't even put up a fighting chance. But i guess that means I'm getting an easy pay cheque for this one." A grin crossed his face as he pulled out his gun. He pointed at the head of Joe when Alexis bursts into the room. Temporarily distracting the man, As he turned his head Joe dropped to the ground and tackled the man to the ground, As they wrestled for the gun, the man got the upper hand and sent Joe flying back He stood up and in the blink of an eye he teleported from sight, leaving behind only a smiley face card.

[To be Continued at the beginning of the thread.]

Other:
- Has a twin Sister [Alexis McCallister]

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Name: Alexis McCallister

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Weapon:
- No weapons

Abilities: Alexis was born with two natural gifts. One gift which allows her to hear the thoughts of her twin brother Joe. No matter how far away he is she can hear him plain as day. She also can retain any amount of knowledge, and has the ability to recall at will anything she has learned. Alexis also has telekinesis powers

Appearance: Alexis is 5'5 and Caucasian, She has green eyes and dirty blond hair which hangs down to just past her shoulders, but she usually has it pinned up in a pony tail. She too has an Athletic build and is a little more robust in the chest. She likes to wear tight fitting shirts and pants, she makes no attempt to hide her beauty.

Personality: Most times Alexis is more serious and to the point, although she does lighten up at times. She loves her brother more than anything and is influenced quite a bit by his mood

Bio: [See Joe's Bio]

Other:
- Has a twin brother [Joe McCallister]

[Hyperion]

Name: William “Buster” Shepherd

Origin: Cambridge, England

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Race: Human/Mutant

Abilities: Super speed and strength. Flight. HDT (High Damage Tolerance.)

Weapons: None

Appearance: About 5’7, lean and muscular. Longish, curly messy black hair that finishes just above the nape of his neck (Like this: http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii115/Titan-D/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.jpg. He doesn't look like this, just the hair.). He has a slender, squarish face, with shining blue eyes and gleaming white, perfect teeth. Handsome.
For some reason , he loves wearing a suit. A perfectly tailored, perfectly fitting black jacket and trousers, black dress shoes, a brilliant white shirt, a jet black tie, gleaming silver cufflinks, and a silver Rolex.

Personality: A really nice guy, a bit childish at times, but still nice. He’s really caring, and a bit of a joker. He’s one of those people who says things seriously, but they are jokes; things that wouldn’t be funny usually. Like if you were in a fight and you asked what to do, he’d be the one to shout: “Let’s ditch ‘em and run!” Before bursting out laughing at his own joke.

Bio: No one knows why, but since about the 1700s, his family has possessed these powers, passed on through the male genes. As the times progressed, so did the powers. In the 1800s, there were the witchcraft accusations and whatnot. Then, in the early 1900s, the stories leaked and the family was picked up by the British Government, in hopes that they could help with WWI. As it happened, the government decided that they didn’t know enough about the powers to let them run rampant, so the confined the family. A few years after WWI ended, they were released briefly. Carl Shepherd, the younger of two brothers at that time in the family took flight, he was so happy to be free. He was spotted by a young man, twenty six years of age. It was like an epiphany. He was the young writer Jerry Siegal, who came to England in hopes of an idea. Later that week, he flew back to Cleveland and conversed with his partner, Joe Shuster, and, after seven years of development, they launched the very first Superman Comic. As the years rolled through, WWII came about and the family went through the same process. Again, it was decided that they were too uncontrollable. When the 1970s appeared, a new project was launched. The family was to be used as a weapon against the other countries. As it does, the secrets leaked, and the British Government were threatened by Russia with Nuclear Warfare, unless they abandoned the research. So, they did. The family was left alone, but watched constantly. As the millennium approached, a new idea came to the British Government:: Assassination (Yeah, I’ve got a thing for it). The Government picked up William, the seven year old and began training, testing his limits. It was discovered that through every generation, the powers vary slightly. William’s strengths lay more in the strength and speed department, as oppose to invincibility part. They were able to find that he was able to withstand on average, 50x the punishment of a normal Human Being before giving into. His strength wasn’t limitless, but the limit was high. His weakness was his control and judgement. But, over the next nine years, the scientists whose keep he was in, taught him well. When he was thirteen, they tested him in the Czech Republic, sending him into a building full of explosives, without telling him that they were there. They told him to “Clear the building.” When he did come upon them, there was thirty one seconds on the detonation timer. He had no idea of how to diffuse it, and so turned and ran straight into a wall, smashing through it until he reached daylight, at which point, he hovered in the air and proceeded to bust apart the building with ease, allowing it to collapse inwards, crushing the bomb and shutting it down. This was how he earned his nickname, “Buster”.
And then, at aged sixteen, he was given his first mission. He did very well, and so the work kept on coming. Just a few moths after his seventeenth birthday, the Government detected a High Altitude Aircraft over their airspace. They had no time to launch their own aircraft as they take hours to prep, and by that time, whatever the job of this Aircraft was, it may be done. William took off, in his trademark black suit. It took him six hours of straight flying before he neared the craft. By which time, he had been detected and their course had been changed. When he neared the craft, whose origin was still unknown, it dropped two sidewinder cruise missiles. They snaked their way towards William, who was in the clouds at the time, and so had no time to react when they hit. He tumbled from the sky, back towards earth, finally crash landing somewhere over America. The researchers in England surveyed the mission screen; it read:

Target: Escaped

W. Shepherd: Destroyed


After this, they abandoned the project, and assumed that Buster was wiped from the Earth after the missiles struck, so they never attempted to search for his body. He just fell to Earth somewhere over America…



Other: He has a very cool and calm demeanour, and a very cute English accent. :D He thinks he’s a bit irresistible with his Accent, as one girl, one time, told him that “Your accent is gorgeous; it’ll make a girl swoon.” He loves his hair, but he’s a nice guy. Always smiling, and always collected.

Information: Although his tolerance his high, and weapons may do less damage, he still feels everything like a normal person. So, if he got shot, it’d hurt like hell, but there wouldn’t be much of a mark. He heals the same speed as normal people, but it’s harder to inflict damage. His real weakness lies in the fact that he’s not really that tough. His body can take the hurt, but his will won’t. He’ll be just a normal person with emotion, feeling and tolerance, but his body won’t. Even though he can take great punishment, he still feels the same effects from things like hot and cold.

Damage Key:
(Just to give an idea of his limits)

Pistol shot: Cut in the flesh, enough to draw blood, easily.
Rifle shot: Large cut in flesh, bleeds like a knife wound, although not deep.
Explosive: Lacerates skin, badly, causing deeper cutting and bruising. Bleeds incessantly.
Small Blade: Cuts into skin, but blade tends to graze off.
Large blade: Cuts into skin, easily drawing blood. Depending on force of blow, may be used to stab.

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If this is too much, please tell me and I’ll completely rework it. Thanks.

[Torturous Flame]

I'm a sucker for sexy accents. Accepted

All of you are too fyi ^_^

[Zen/Sin]

ooc: Behold, my Alternate Persona.

Name: Luke Ichi (His Firagni name is Zato Ichi)

Race: Firagni

Age: 23

Appearace: As all Firagni, he appears human in sunlight, when around silver, or when in reach of particularly powerful holy relics of any religion. His "Normal" appearance is thusly: Him (http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e330/bleeding_angle/anime-guy.jpg)
His Firagni appearance is... THIS! (http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/A/AN/ANG/angelic-earine/1164919692_DemonAnime.jpg)


Personality: Firagni are used to not being trusted, being abused, and abandoned. So he's hard. His "Normal" (AKA when around holy) appearance makes him more understanding, but he still mutters inconsolences under his breath, and taunts those who are weaker than he.

Bio: In the times when the world was young, and Demons like Effreets and Virages rampaged the lands, a group of humans made an alliance to slay all these Giants. This was their first mistake. The alliance soon corrupted them as they lusted for power, slaying larger and larger demons until they came against what was only known as the Colosan (Ko-Low-Sin). The alliance tried in vain to conquer this 500-foot tall behemoth, and were almost iradicated. Those who were left alive, all 313, absorbed the souls of their departed comrades, taking in the strength and corruption. The Corruption and greed plauged them, and changed them. In sunlight, they were human, but in shadows, cloudy days, or night, they were something else. The society, known as the Firagni stayed hidden, keeping the bloodlines alive just enough to pass on their corrupted souls to their children. This went on for almost fifteen millinia. Finally, a Firagni awoke and saw the light for what it was, a way to keep his darkness and hatred below the surface. He departed the Cave of the Firagni, and headed west, over the pacific, and to the rumored Land of the West. His Firagni parents had said that the greatest of the great went there, and none ever returned. Luke "Zato" Ichi smiled at the challenge.

Other: His accent is a mixture of ancient dialects and modern English. Some of his phrases are archaic, from living in a cave since he was born. He loooves to fight, and will do so without any trouble. His weaknesses are silver (MAJOR) Holy Artifacts (Lesser, but still dangerous) and Holy magic attacks (Nearly Lethal). He has decent defenses against most other attacks, but likes to rush his opponents so they can't attack.

Powers:

Human: The large wrist-claw thingy that's in the Firagni picture glows red, and he can harness life from his surroundings for Magic attacks.

Firagni: The claw is longer, his wings emerge, his shoes grow blades. The ability to drain life from plants and animals for magic is much improved, and he can do several "Demon-Bane" attacks that temporarily leave him in a beserk-state.

[Torturous Flame]

Accepted I like it. He'd better not be a jackass to Gale or she'll keeeeeeel him ^_^

[The Unwanted]

New Character from me... but surely you would have guessed.

Name: Roy Kare

Age: 20

Sex: Male

Race: Human/Shadow

Weapon: Long Sword fashioned from a metal spire that impaled Roy three years ago, Can call a Bastard Sword from the darkness to wield in "emergencys".

Abilities: Fire Magics + Dark Flame Magics.

Appearance: Crimson Red Hair that spikes up aproximately 7-9 centimetres tall, Dark Blue eyes, wears a strange metallic armor under a strange black shirt, On his left arm he has a strange metal cast that ends in a metallic claw like hand, Extremely dark blue pants of an unknown fabric, large heavy boots, a ripped up dark red cape. (Cape... including part covering face (http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/Serebii_1992/SOB-Cloud.jpg)) Only pay attention to the cape in that pic, as you can tell from the appearance section i'm not using anything else from the pic but I stated so just to be 100% clear.

Personality: He fights for people and only attacks randomly when angry, has what seems to be a calm exterior but can become agitated/angry extremely quickly.

Bio: Roy was once a normal person but when he was sixteen he and his brother were determined to be heroes though they didn't have any powers. After many adventures he and his brother parted ways because Roy had found a teacher by the name of Tryishe, and Marshe (Roy's brother) left to follow a strange enemy shrouded in darkness like the Shadows, enemys created by "The Shade" to fight for him. After Tryishe taught Roy for a year he was killed by a man that had originally worked with him to destroy the Shadows. Roy later in his latest adventure to save the world killed the man to avenge his master, however Roy was almost killed following the battle by an explosion. He was weakend so much that he agreed to become an experiment and infuse a Shadow inside him, making him stronger and giving him abilities he never had before. Marshe returned, still following the Shadow he was chasing previously and asked Roy to help destroy the Shadow and save the world once more, though to defeat him Marshe also had to undergo the experiment. They won the battle but the Shadow crushed Roy's left arm and impaled him through the chest. He under went surgery with the same scientists that infused the Shadows with Roy and Marshe and regained the use of his left arm. After a year Roy joined a sword fighting tournament held once a year where he became champion for two years before his brother and many other previous champions came to fight in the tournament. Unfortunately Marshe was killed in the semi-finals by a boy named Crior (Cry-Or), causing Roy to go into an unstable rage causing his full true power to explode and fight Crior for revenge, though in the finals Crior almost beat Roy, so Roy resorted to his strongest attack that was supposed to kill both him and Crior, now he has awoken in a strange land different from his own, near something called, "The School of Battle", what lay's ahead for him?

Other: Roy doesn't just come from a different land but also an alternate timeline in which his brother died earlier than he was supposed to, this caused Roy's strange appearence outside S.O.B.

So, what do you think?

[Bulzeeb]

Name: Taiinäl Fonûdier

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Race: Dark Mage Elf/White Mage Wolf

Weapon: Two books of the ancient Woliveni studies of black and white magicks, along with a darken raiper covered in a silver coat along the handle while the blade has been forged from high quialty ores which he named Finkö Qäxill roughly roughly translated in Woliveni as Blood Traitor.

Abilities: A combination of black and white magicks which he calls Phaillitus, along with the Wolivieni spells he had learned from the spell books.

Apperence: Long Blue-gray hair which is in a long pony tail, standing to be at least seven feet he has gray eyes along with tan skin. He wears black mage robes under those is a tonic, chain mail well hidden under the tonic leather pants with gray sandels. His raiper sheath is on his back while his spell books are in large pockets on the sides of his robes, unlike Rinna he doesn't wear a hat.

Personailty: Most of the time quiet as he usual is observing whatever may come to his mind or sparks his intrest. He will talk if spoken to as he shows respect the best he can by listening, only asking questions if needed he can be happy at times. When battle draws he becomes serious and ready to aid any of his allies when they need him.

Bio: Taiinäl was born into a normal elvish clan, and wasn't his attention to become a dark elf by choice. He was around five when the Great Demonic War had broken out forcing his kind to join the Avenegers at the time as they were enemies to Queen Lanv and the Blood Claws. It was three short months after the news that his clan joined the Avenegers when Ranign (Rinna's father) had raided the village destorying it with his powerful dark magicks. Finding Taiinäl he would offer him a chance to become his apprentice; unware his choice would make him a traitor among his race he didn't know so he decided to become Ranign's apprentice. At the start of his ten years of training his master showed him the dark arts of both elvish and wolf magicks in which he learned rather quickly for someone young. After two years of book studies, Ranign showed Taiinäl the arts of the white wolf mages and how to shield his mind against forgin invaders that may try to steal these serects. Soon the Woliveni langauge was translated into a native tongue so that it was easier to read, Taiinäl had learned the basics of these ancient wolf demon tongue used almost three thousand years ago, this was from the vary book he learned the forbbien death magicks within the black magick book he had studied.

Ranign deiced it was time to see if Taiinäl's training had paid off by sending him into battle with the Blood Claws in the Battle of the Bloody Fields. Even though he was the youngest their he fought the Avengers, killing countless elves and angels. The surviors of his village veiwed him as a tratior helping their enemy word spread through out the Avengers that the Blood Claws were now using a elf trained in forbbin arts of magicks to fight them. Even though the Blood Claws had lost the battle Ranign was pleased to see that he didn't just waste his time, so after the battle he began to go into the art of swordsmen ship. At the same time he was training Rinna to become a Black mage wolf, Taiinäl was given the Blood Traitor after its forge and given the Crystal Pain (Ocean's Rage) so he put them against each other in a battle. The young boys fought each other trying to out best each other, ever time they would spar Taiinäl would always win.

Nearly five years after that battle his master was killed in an angel ambush which led to the destroying the village. Leaving behind the ashes of his home he left to become stronger than before. Becoming a tratior among the elves he had no where else to turn but to the dark elves. Traveling on his own to the land of the Dark elves to learn their serects to use for his own. When he had reached this land it had been destoryed weeks eariler. Without hestating he went off to search of Rinna the son of his master, hopefully to gain more knowlage hopefully to end the war that had started knowing very little it had ended "offically" when the new queen came into power. Using a tracking spell he manged to track down the young wolf wizard to a school he done been trying his best to find him for years, this was his chance wondering in the deep forest of the school he continued to search.

[Joe II]

New Characters.. in the post above their lol

[Two Angels And A Dream]

Name: Sotek
Age: 1,000+
Sex: Male
Race: Lizardman
Height – 7’9”
Weight – 700lbs (Muscle mainly)
Colourings – Green with gold scales
Weapon & Appearance: (http://oz.games-workshop.com/games/warhammer/lizardmen/background/images/lm_sepia1.jpg)

Abilities:
Mark of Quetzl: Those spawned under the warrior and the protector have a bonier crest and are hardier than other Lizardmen.
Mark of Tepok: Those blessed by the Winged Serpent have purple colouring and are resistant to magic.

Personality: Soft spoken and gentle until he engages in battle where upon he becomes a terrifying foe to face. People are usually afraid of him due to his size and the weapon he carries.

Bio: He's a lizard so he's spent a lot of his life just hanging out in swamps killing people who get to close to his races homeland and their massive temple cities filled with treasure. He was been sent by the priests of his race to find out more about the small, soft, pink beings that try to raid their territory and to learn of their ways. He was chosen due to the fact that, even in his young age, he is one of the most powerful warriors to be spawned. He is a former resident of the School who disappeared during the daemon invasion and was lost, thought dead, in the daemon realm. He was not dead and he has spent the last few years fighting his way out to return to the real world.

[Torturous Flame]

Um the bio really needs much more work. ability description as well.

[Two Angels And A Dream]

1. What do you want?

2. There is a description... One says he is resistant to magic and the other says that his scales are tougher than other lizzardman thus making him harder to hurt.

[Aura]

Take a look at my character bio thread. While you don't need to have that much detail, it should give you a decent idea on what you should have, and what is lacking in your profile.

Link. (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=562369)

[Hyperion]

After Nuking my current character temporarily, and fresh off of my band, i think i'll start afresh, if that's okay.

Name: Sebastian Mane

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Race: Human/machine

Weapons: Desert Eagle, M40A3, Hunting Knife.

Abilities: Being part machine, he has been pumped full of Nano-bots which allow him to heal almost instantaneously as well as enhance certain aspects of his abilities temporarily.

Appearance: 5’10, heavily built, lean, athletic. His face is square and strong. He always looks stern and straight faced, and never smiles. He has grey eyes and short black hair, about a half-inch long. Across the right side of his face, runs a scar; a great hulking thing, spanning from his temple, down the side of his face curling under his chin. His shoulders are massive and he has another scar from shell impact. A large piece of shrapnel was displaced from a tank and sliced across his left shoulder, slicing out a massive chunk; so now, there are masses of scar tissue. The ligaments in his back were affected in this incident, so he walks with a little bit of a limp; dipping his left shoulder as he walks, although it’s not really noticeable. His clothing changes from day to day.

Personality: Stern, straight and hard. He is uncaring and unconcerned, although very strong willed and merciless. You wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of him.

Bio:

The story…

In 2067, the NASA Space Research Team developed a telescope, a hundred times the power of any other. They name it the Hubble Mk.II. Fossil fuels on earth are running dangerously low, and every corporation on the planet has put aside their differences in order to research alternate sources.
Far beyond our solar system lies another, much like ours, revolving around a star, older, darker than ours. It casts it’s red glow through space, falling onto three planets similar to ours. They called this the Necro-Star, and it’s planets: Mace, Lekker, and Hung. Lekker’s atmosphere is supposed to be similar to out own, and using the best technology available, it was discovered that it’s properties are close to that of ours: fresh coal and oil supplies; millions upon millions of tons of it, enough to completely replenish our needs. The news spread like wild fire, and nine years later, an engine was developed, producing enough thrust to make the journey possible. It would take seventy four years of flying 99.4% light speed to reach; but possible all the same.
The massive Cronus Mk.I was erected above our planet and shipped out in early may of 2088. The crew was made up of many men and women, all in their twenties, and supplied with everything for the journey. The crew was to reproduce, so the third generation would be at the correct age to mine and use the materials needed. A hundred and fifty four miners, twenty five officers and twenty one able guard to protect the mission should they need to.
Lekker was baron, dark and cold; much like our arctic circle on Earth. The Necro-Star was crimson and ominous, casting a dreary red light about the planet. The heat was meagre and the temperatures scarcely rose about 0. All life was assumed dead in these conditions as the lowest temp ever recorded was Absolute Zero, at the southern pole.
2162 AD. The first ship, Explorer 12 touches down on the baron, snowy equator. Remnants of broken, frozen trees are strewn about in the wilderness. The White is blinding as the explorers set foot into the nitrogen rich atmosphere.
In the coming years, the crew constructed a huge structure on the surface, covering the mines. The base was about a mile across and a few hundred feet tall; sporting it’s own power station. For the first ten years of service, the crew continuously burned coal and oil, creating as much CO2 as possible in an attempt to up the temperature of the planet.
The researchers assumed that all life on the planet was dead, although, in rasing the temperature of the planet a couple degrees; some of the expanse of ice melted, unveiling something similar to our oceans.
It was a mass of black sludge, thicker than oil, like jelly. In the coming years, this mass was studied and researched and it was discovered that this substance held much potential as a fuel. It’s chemical structure was unmapped, yet similar to uranium in some aspects, except unharmful. In 2183, the first samples were tested as a fuel, with excellent results. After two years of tapping the ocean of sludge, which they named Lekker-Safe, one of the siphoning taps sucked up something from the bed. The object clogged the pipe and caused a massive reverse pressure build up, creating a vacuum in the pipe until it imploded, sending a shockwave through the pipe and into the power station. The turbines came of their hinges and the magnets dropped and sparked into the leaking Lekker-Safe, which spontaneously sparked and caught alight. The explosion was phenomenal and took out half of the base, as well as igniting the Lekker-Safe’s surface. The reaction caused a disruption in the eco-balance and the hyper heated liquid next to the siphoning pipes erupted outwards, creating a temporary air pocket in the depths, on the bed, where, the remaining hibernating life of the planet remained. When the planet died, the creatures took to the deapths.
On Earth, Crocodiles and other lizards can slow their heart beat down to less than one beat a minute and they can hibernate for years. On Lekker, it would seem the evolutionary path was similar, but different. On the bed remained hundreds of creatures, gargantuan, great beasts of dark skin and tearing appendages resembling teeth. They were huge, about thirty feet tall and wider across. Scales running their bodies, with black slits in the grey skin for eyes; massive gaping holes below and to each side of the eyes, with a sucker in the middle, lined to the brim with teeth, aided by sweeping mandibles on each side. Their legs were tentacle like, and numerous, spreading the weight across a great expanse and allowing the monsters to glide about like hovercrafts; surprisingly nimble and agile, and opposable.
The rapid introduction of the nitrogen and oxygen had awoken them from their hibernation, and after years of sleep, they were famished.
The entire guard forces were called upon for aid, but there was no chance. Their weapons couldn’t pierce the armoured scales and shelling did minimal damage. Sebastian was one of the first into combat, armed with his CILK-D.88, a shouldered assault rifle, marine standard on Earth at the time of departure.

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His Bio…

Sebastian was born in K Ward upon the Cronus by his mother Judith and his Father Jack. His father was the Gen.Two on the Cronus and was a lieutenant. Sebastian was strained as a MLG (Mission Lekker Guard) from about age ten. At age eighteen, all the MLG were injected with a massive dose of NanoBots, which temporarily enhanced any aspect of their abilities temporarily. If he was to cut himself, the Nano-Bots would replicate as new tissue and heal. If he was to need to see something in the distance, the Bots would surge to his mind and focus the neuron-receptors, likewise with a problem in need of solving.
When the ocean ignited, he was thirty seven, and ready to fight.

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Back to the Story…

After entering battle, a shell was fired onto a creature in his path. The Magnesium explosive deflected off it’s hide and ignited a nearby buggy, which exploded, raining shrapnel onto the surroundings. A large piece of the fender ripped into Sebastian’s shoulder, decimating it. He whirled around from the destruction and shouldered his weapon with his remaining arm while the NanoBots attempted to replicate and heal the damage. As he turned to face the foe, a large chunk of glass tore through the air and sliced up his face, from his chin to his temple. He dropped his weapon and fled towards the Cronus Pods, the small craft used to transport personnel to and from Lekker. He entered and escaped the atmosphere with another MLG, Pvt. Markus, who was also injured. While onboard the Cronus, they havoc continued on the surface. The Cronus prepared to enter the atmosphere to launch the Atlas, a cruise missile, ten times the power of a Tomahawk; the most powerful non-nuclear weapon around. As the Cronus touched down on the surface, the creatures bombarded the hull, tearing chunks out of it the size of houses. A special Design plan allowed the Cronus to disassemble and jettison any breached parts. The commander gave the order and Cronus completely fell to pieces. Sebastian’s NanoBots surged into his head and he bolted for the engine room. Once there, he fully engaged the thrusters and soared into space, pushing the engines to their limits. The rear thrusters misfired about a thousand miles off the surface and discharged their thrust in a massive punch of energy. The engine shut down, but it propelled the craft forwards massively. The speedometer leapt up past 99% (lightspeed) and pushed up towards 104%.

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Physics states that if you can travel the speed of light, time will stop, go fatser and it will reverse.

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Over the journey, time within the craft slowed, and stopped, slowly edging backwards. Everything within the craft reversed its times period and reverted to what it was. As the computer mapped out the journey, about 25,000,000 miles off Earth, the reverse thrusters engaged and the craft slowed. As Sebastian regained himself, he stood up. The display screen was shining, as if new, and the engines didn’t look to shabby. He caught a reflection of himself in the screen and dashed to the bathroom to confirm what he’d seen. He looked much younger and felt it too. A buzzer sounded and he dashed to the CP and entered the data. He entered a return pod and left the engine compartment, re-entering Earths atmosphere and landing somewhere over America. None of the radar equipment detected the craft or the engine compartment because of the technology difference.
Sebastian trekked from his landing site until he came across a small village. The sign read Milton, West Virginia. Sebastian was confused having never seen this word before, and he was still unsure how his age had reversed. He entered a nearby shop, which happened to be a pawn shop. He asked the clerk what year it was, and slightly baffled, he replied 2008. Not knowing what dangers or anything about 2008, he quickly decided he needed protection. Stern faced and hardy, Sebastian vaulted over the counted and with a surge of NanoBot energy, he ripped open the gun cage. A click rang behind him as he turned towards the clerk, who was holding him at point blank range with a very old fashioned six-shooter. NanoBots surged again as Sebastian’s reflexes upped enormously. At the exact moment of firing, he stepped aside and gripped the clerk’s neck and crushed his jugular in seconds. He returned to the cage, from which he withdrew a Desert Eagle, an M40A3 and a large silver hunting knife. He exited the Pawn Shop, after emptying the register, and walked across the road to an internet café. He sat at a computer for hours, scanning the web for current information.
When he first Left Lekker, his goal was to alert the forces on Earth of the incident, but as it wouldn’t happen for another century or so, there was no point.
Sebastian opened a page on the web, the heading read “The School of Battle” and after reading the page, he decided that this would be a good place to go, as a school for the “gifted” seemed appropriate, and perhaps helpful. Perhaps these people would believe him, as even though he hadn’t told anyone, he was sure no one would believe him.



Other: none.

[Torturous Flame]

accepted

[Grave_Digger]

Name: Johnathan Hart (everyone call him Hart)

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Weapon: Hart carries exactly 75 blades on him at all times. These range from swords, daggers, and throwing knives. All but three of his weapons (a sword strapped on his back and twin daggers on his hips) are concealed. All his weapons are made by him and for him.

Abilities: His intense training while carrying so many weapons have made him fast and agile.

Swordsmith - He has the ability to create blades out of the elements around him. Each blade he makes is imbued with his Swordcraft magic.

Swordcraft - Any blade that he has created and is in the immediate area is unsheathed and float freely around him. Defensively he can use all of his blades to create an impenetrable shield around him. Offensively he can send any number of his weapons at his enemies with incredible speed and accuracy. He is still learning these abilities and so they sometimes fail him. He can also only use his Swordcraft for a short time due to the extreme energy that it drains from him.

Appearance: Hart is 6 foot 2 inches and weighs 157 pounds. He has black hair and hazel eyes. His body is well toned and his face is sharp and angular. Harts wardrop constantly changes though black is a constant favorite of his and all of his clothes are baggy in order to hide his weapons.

Personality: Hart is very easy going. He is a good conversationalist and is never full of himself. In battle he is merciless and will not hesitate to make a killing blow.

Bio: Hart's journey in life began at the young age of four. His mother and father were brutally murdered in their home before his very eyes. The murderer left Hart alone and was never caught. He was taken in by a family friend named Jacob Carlyle. Jacob was a blademaster and from the instant he took Hart in, he trained his body and soul in the art of combat.

At the age of 12 Hart learned the concept of vengeance and pledged to track down his parents killer. At 13 Hart first learned his Swordsmith ability. From that point on he only used the blades he created himself. When Hart turned 15, in a heated training battle against his mentor, Hart called upon his Swordcraft abilities and very nearly killed Jacob. He spent the next three years doing everything he could to learn how to control his abilities. Once Hart had learned to control Swordcraft enough so he didn't acidentally use it, Jacob told Hart about the School of Battle. Hart agreed to go.

Before he left, Hart overheard Jacob talking on the phone about Hart to someone. He told the person on the other end how Hart's abilities have grown exponetially and how much more room he has to grow. "It's too bad his parents didn't agree with our plans," Hart hear Jacob say, "otherwise they wouldn't have forced my hand and would still be alive today." Hart's world ended in that moment. The man he adored and looked up to had killed his parents.

During their last training session on the night before Hart was to leave for the school, he revealed to Jacob that he had heard his phone conversation. Hart told Jacob that only one of them would leave the room alive. A battle between the two ensued. Hart unleashed his Swordcraft ability and pierced Jacob with all 75 of his blades. With a smile on his face and with his dying breath Jacob simply said "Good for you Johnathan," and died. After burning Jacob's body and the house that he had grown up in, Hart left for the School of Battle.

OOC: Be gentle this is my first time RPing.

[Grey Angel]

Oh, I like him! Don't trip dude, I'm sure you'll be accepted.

[Torturous Flame]

awsome, totally accepted. go make your bio thread in the dorms and pm me the link