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Dragonborn

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Constructive critique/feedback and comments on what anyone would want to see more of in the future is always appreciated ^_^ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue She remembered wondering on that night, much as she did now, how it was that she could feel cold?


She had known then as she knew now, that this land was blessed by sacred flame. Mighty and untamed—the endless volcanic fields that stretched before her vision  that night had never known the touch of frost since her people had settled them countless generations ago.


Those to the south knew her home as barren and lifeless, but she knew better. These fields commanded respect, and destroyed any too weak or foolish to survive, but for those who knew this place as home there was another facet to the wild lands. The Everember trees who weaponized the inferno of their environment to ward off threats all the same bore fruit of unimagined succulence and sweetness for those who could brave their flame-wreathed branches. The rich volcanic soil could nourish any crop at any time of year, if one simply knew how to tend to it. The seemingly arid surface of these lands hid vast underwater springs rich in life-sustaining minerals and kept perpetually hot and plague-free by the power of earth and fire that coursed through these lands.


No, her home was not dead, not lifeless. It was only harsh, demanding, and fierce like the very fires she worshiped. And just like those flames, it rewarded those who could master it and harness it with bounty unfound anywhere else, with warmth and protection and light. It was a land for the strong, a land for warriors, and even in the depth of night the land itself never slept, and never let the cover of darkness hide its incandescent beauty. As with any other night she could smell the sweet sulfur and ash brought to her nostrils by the warm breeze that caressed these fields and enchanted its flames to dance higher and brighter.


And yet, she felt cold.


Aurimolik Aussiroth Vala, for the first time in all of her life, across all her scales and moults, felt a deep, spiritual frigidity that even the sight of her beautiful home could not thaw. And she did not understand it.


What she should have felt was fury. Burning and righteous, powerful and all consuming. 


Was that not what any proud widow of a warrior family should feel? Should she not be crying out for the blood of their enemies, of the lowly red scales that had so dared to strike down a man who was ten times the dragonborn any of their pathetic champions were?


She should, and she had been. At least before the clan, she had been showing this face of a proper noblewoman who sought to rectify the tarnishing of her golden scales. 


Within herself, however, she knew, she had no such fire animating her. Her front was a way to hide the shame and fear she held.


Her husband was dead, fallen on the field of battle as any great warrior's tale should end. Yet she, however, had failed in her role. Her husband was dead, and he had died before she could give him even a single egg. In her weakness and incapability, she squandered the great honor that she had been blessed with when she was married into the Aussiroth clan. The honor that had flowed through her veins since she was born, herself the daughter of a warrior and his noble bride.


But there was no nobility for a woman who had left her family to marry into another, and saw their new family lain low. There was no going back to her birth name, lest she remarried to one of her cousins, and with all of them being either too old or too young to give her a child, all would know that she was taken in through pity, not desire.


This was not a land for pity. Fire knew no pity to those who carelessly allowed themselves to get burned. An honourless existence as a pitiful vagabond within her own clan... in what way did that suit her life? in what way did that suit her name?


But then, what alternative was she left with? Her husband had no brothers, no male cousins. he had been the last of the great Aussiroth warriors, and it had been her task to grant him sons who matched his glory, and would preserve his honor within the Aurimolik clan of gold scale dragonborn. Yet she'd failed.


Was the life of a destitute widow, last of her name, forced to watch her noble prestige fade into irrelevance as she grew old and became a burden to the clan, any better an alternative? Would she find any honor in such decay?


She did not cry out. She did not make a single sound, as she stood out overlooking the flows of lava that formed a natural barrier between the mount which held her clan, and the rest of the world.


In truth, she did not know what she'd come here to do, or even think. She had hoped, in some distant corner of her mind, that separation from everyone and looking to her homeland would provide her insight as to what she would do to survive, to thrive.


But the sight provided no comfort, no inspiration, no warmth.


For the first time in her life, her home seemed cold, distant, and uncaring to her. It neither rewarded her strength nor punished her weakness, and offered no passion with which to reinvigorate her noble heart.


The flames could not touch her, so Vala stayed statuesque, observing the lava flows below with disinterest, frozen before this impossible choice.


Perhaps that was why. Why she would come to commit the greatest mistake of her life that night. Perhaps she had been so desperate for warmth and comfort, that she had allowed herself to forget that her land was not one of pity or mercy, and that it was not through such weak emotions that her ancestors ha claimed it as their own.


Perhaps... but regardless of the reason, she knew still that she had been an inexcusable fool.


She should have known he was an illusion, when his arms came from behind her, and embraced her softly. She should have cried for help, when she saw his face, brilliant and wrought of the very golden flame they so worshiped. She should have known that no matter the warrior, no matter the honor, ash does not return to wood and death does not become undone. Not even for a night. She should have known, should have seen the hellish and damnable specter for the illusion, the trickery that it was. But she had been weak, she had been pathetic, and as was the law of her lands, she had been burned for her carelessness.


Damnable fool.


She had really allowed herself to believe, to hope, that the golden dragons had returned to her the spirit of her husband? Had thought that they would grant her an escape to her dishonor, a forgiveness for her failing, and that in laying with him in his resplendent glory that she could preserve the Aussiroth name?


Damnable, damnable fool.


She deserved what she saw, now. She deserved the frigid arrow that had pierced her heart when her greatest fears were proven true.


If only it had never hatched. If only she had been wise enough to smash that disgusting egg, blemished and robbed of its golden perfection with the red speckles that warned of what her foolishness had brought.


If only she had not told anyone, kept it a secret, and accepted her shame with the strength she was raised to have.


But such wishes were beyond her, now. All she was left with was the ugly, sinful child that cried in her arms. As she looked down at it, its disgusting red scales mocked her with their metallic gleam, assuring her that in spite of its bloody colouration, this thing, this... mistake, was all hers.


She had so sought an escape to her torment, that she had let a spirit of the desert make a mockery of her. And now... this disgusting abomination was to be left to inherit her husband's name? She deserved the frost that spread through her every fiber now. She had brought upon herself a greater dishonor than she ever could have imagined on that night.. and it was now time to stop running away from the consequences of her failures.


Placing the bastard down into its intended nursing nest, crying now among the shards of its broken egg, Vala stood tall and turned away from it. Exiting her chamber, she soon found one of the few servants of her den remaining, and ordered them to fetch the clan elders.  There was trash that needed to be disposed of, and they would know best how to do so in a way that would most serve the clan.


Indeed, the clan was all that mattered anymore. Vala may have been the last of the Aussiroth, but she would no less die Aurimolik, and they were the only things to which she owed any allegiance anymore. She only hoped that when the great golden inferno claimed her, she would be given the chance to prostrate herself before the true spirit of her husband and apologize for all of the ways in which she had failed him and his name.

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How many times

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Just how many times, have we spoken together now?

How many times, did we share laughs? Smiles?

How many times did we yell, and cry?

How many times, have we found each other again?

And how many times... just how many times, am I going to kill you

before it's done?
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Happened a while ago, August 18th 2016 to be exact. When :icondeathbyteacozy: made me the happiest man on earth ^_^.


Posting this late because I honestly don't expect anyone else who doesn't already know to see this or care. But it was better than the last random thing i had on my page.
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Name: Elzea & Fyria
Age: 17(twins)
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 132Lbs/126
Eye colour: emerald green/ sky blue
Hair colour: silver
Rank: SeeDs
GF:Ixion/Ifrit

Limit Break: Hell and Heaven Spear - To use this skill one of the sisters must be knocked out whilst the other is low on health. Once this happens, the surviving sister initiates the spell, using the unconscious sister's body as a medium.

The unconscious sister will rise again as a magical puppet and take possession of both Flametongue and Tunderblade. Through the surviving sister's chants, the medium sister will rise in the air, splitting heaven and hell open with thunderblade and flametongue respectively, absorbing their respective elements from the otherworlds.

the medium will then combine the two elements into a ball of energy above her head and then blast the enemy forces with a ray of power from the orb, the ground beneath the enemies will then explode from underneath them, dealing massive fire and electrical damage to them.

The technique costs all of the surviving sister's HP however and permanently ejects her from the battle. The medium sister is restored to life, now wielding both blades (x1.5 attack power) but only with 25% HP and with an HP cap of 50% of her original hp for the remainder of the battle (so if her original HP cap was a hundred point, she comes back to life with 25 and can not be healed past 50 points until the end of the battle)

[Note: this technique can obviously only be initiated if the twin girls are fighting in the same battle]

Garden: Balamb

Weapon of choice: Thunderblade / Flametongue

Fighting Style:
Elzea: Quick and precise, Elzea specializes in attacking first and attacking hard, delivering fast and crushing thrusts that take advantage of a target's weakspot. coupled with her great speed, this makes her an effective hit-and-run fighter who will rarely get hit.
Fyria: Fit and Limber, Fyria's fighting style is more acrobatic and dance-like compared to her sister's straight-forward and dangerous attack patterns. Fyria will wither away an enemy's defences with a relentless assault of well chained together slashes and strikes and is an expert at counter-manoeuvres. Though she, like her sister, does not posses great defensive capabilities, she is more capable of taking a hit than Elzea thus, after her sister's initial charge, she will often take position in the front row, distracting and tiring out the enemy while Elzea prepares to finish them off once an opening in their defence presents itself

Both girls excel at infusing their respective elements (Lightning&Fire) into their attacks
[Note: Neither of the girl will change styles after being revived through limit break. They will simply employ the same style but with two blades instead of one]

Appearance: Elzea
Fyria

Special marks: thunderbolt tattoo on her left hand/ fireball tattoo on her right shoulder

Personality:
Elzea: Competitive, outspoken and friendly
Fyria: Dutiful, hotheaded and loyal

Short History: Elzea and Fyria are identical twins who both showed impressive acrobatic and combat skills from a young age, mostly due to their imitating and idolizing of their older sister and guardian, Asalia, who was already a SeeD by the time the two were old enough to go to school.

Due to their brash tempers, the girls often bicker and argue with one-another but their bond is as strong as can be and they know each-other better than anyone in the world and have always displayed incredible teamwork when it was needed. As a result they are only able to showcase their true prowess when fighting together and insisted on always being in the same squad and sent on the same missions. Even if the two are in the middle of an argument, one will avoid any battle if possible, if the other is not by her side.

As she is the most outgoing of the two Elzea often act as the voice of the duo but Fyria has no problem speaking out against a decision taken by her sister if needed, under which circumstance she will often remind Elzea which of the two is the eldest twin. A fact Elzea contests by claiming that three minutes is hardly enough to be considered 'elder'.

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Name: Asalia
Age: 29
Height: 5'9
Weight: 134
Eye colour: gray
Hair colour: white
Rank: Instructor
GF: Leviathan

Limit Break: Fall Of Noah- When low on health Asalia will cast Fall Of Noah, a spell that summons Hurricane level wind and rain to wash over the entire field. Innitially the spell does nothing save for increase the damage of all Ice, Water and Lightning spells cast while decreasing the strength of all Fire spells. For the spell to take full efect, the storm has to rage for three whole turns (posts in this scenario i guess). However, the spell will be cancelled if Asalia either gets knocked unconscious, casts another spell or uses an skill (meaning she can only attack or use items), or is healed beyond critical point (so casting cura or using a hi-potion on her would cancel the spell. she has to be kept nearly dead but not quite).

if the spell successfully goes on for three whole turns then it becomes "Holy Purge", an upgraded version of tidal wave that decimates the enemy with a world-ending tidal wave. (since the water is magical in origin allies are not hurt by it and can breathe through it)

Garden: Balamb

Weapon of choice: Trident

Fighting Style: A graceful assassin-mage, whereas her sisters' movements can be described as 'acrobatic' and 'dance-like', asalia's movements in battle can not be describe in any other word than a beautiful dance of blade and magic. Asalia relies much more heavily on magic than her younger sisters and has mastered the control of her element to a much greater degree. she incorporates old chants and precise yet artistic movements of her body and weapon while preparing spells, drawing magic circles with her dance in the air as she chants in order to strengthen her spells. This makes it that her casting time is longer than most magicians of her rank but the extra power that her odd methods grants her more than makes up for it. Her Trident has often been compared to being used "more as a pointy staff than an actual spear weapon"

Appearance:

Special marks: A sapphire blue teardrop tattoo between her breast... needless to say not many know of its existence.

Personality: Gentle and caring but harsh and strict when required. She can summon incredible and surprising fury out of the blue when someone threatens what she holds dear (mostly her home and sisters).

Short History: Asalia is the elder sister of Elzea and Fyria and has been taking care of the two ever since their mother ran off when the twins were but 5 (they believe her to have passed away). Being aged of 17 at the time, Asalia realized that her options for raising two small children were limited. She gave up her dreams of becoming a violinist and instead enrolled in the military garden in order to become a SeeD as to be able to provide for her two young sisters.

From her first days there she showed an incredible aptitude at magic. Quickly grasping the complicated concepts behind its workings and putting it into practice within her first few training sessions. This is what allowed her to keep up with the more advanced students and their hard-trained military bodies.

Also, as she lacked the physical strength to properly wield something as heavy as a gun-blade and refused to lay her hands on something as primal as nunchaku, she chose the Trident as her primary weapon as its shape and aesthetics allowed it to double as a spell-staff and the fact that it's long range and thrusting style of attack would allow her to strike at an enemy's vulnerable spots without getting close enough for a counter.

By Graduation time, Asalia was known as one of the most promising water mages the school had ever seen and was, at that time, the original holder of the siren Tanya now possesses before she exchanged it for the more powerful Leviathan that she would find only a few short years later.

Continuing her research into magic and its evolution even after graduation she quickly became a skilled enough practitioner to become a teacher at balamb. She accepted the job in order to earn more money with which to support Elzea and Fyria, the two of which were only turning 10 at the time.

She is now one of the school's finest Magic instructors (often at odds with professor Urick whom does not rely on the power of his GF) and has completely forbidden her Elzea and Fyria from referring to her as their sister while on academy grounds.

Despite her sometimes harsh behaviour she cares for the two deeply and is infinitely proud f them for having finally become full-fledged SeeDs like herself, if not a little disappointed that the graduation had to be ruined by such a disastrous event.

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Designation: Subject 00, Model 1302

Age: Model is most recent, rather young. Memories and/or soul span many years of development however.

Race: Originally a shinigami. Now a synthesis of several different races, primarily hollow. Also is capable of several abilities usually Renverseur exclusive. Notable in the ability to command tamed hollows no matter who the original owner is, or where they are from.

Normal Form
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Zanpaktou Data: 00’s zanpaktou was initially an illusion type blade. It would gather one’s worst fears and/or memories and would force them to engage this apparition. Bankai would make him directly become the object of the foes fears, and fight with the abilities of it. After extensive splicing with Hollow abilities and countless experiments, abilities have been altered to make his physical body take the form of 3 particular ‘nightmares most optimal for versatility in combat. These have been dubbed the ‘Soseikai Forms’. These forms greatly resemble the ‘Ressurection’ an Arrancar goes through in the way that he physically switches places with his zanpaktou to alter his body. For further information on the Arrancar ability, see the Arlequin Report.

Sealed Blade


Shikai Blade


Shikai Form


Pictured: Most basic form of the Shikai state. Major change in appearance can be accounted as a recurring being recounted from the subjects dreams. Due to the more inward nature we have assigned the blade, it has likely been using his own fears to gather this form. The significance of it is unknown to us as of now. Assumptions would lead one to believe it would take the shape of the more violent testers, or ‘other’ more powerful officials of the kingdom, but we do not have enough research of his original mental state to draw conclusions. This mostly serves as a transition form for his Soseikai forms, but it should not be underestimated, and it has power comparable to some more average leveled captains. Physical strength sees a massive boost, as do reflexes and reactions. And odd power seems to resonate from the tattoos on his torso and appendages as well. They seem to have a demoralizing effect on those who make contact, causing bad and/or unwanted memories to surface. As originally stated though, it is primarily a transition state.

Soseikai Forms



Pictured: Form 1. This form is noted to surpass all others in speed, and has broken several records already set by other Renverseur themselves, almost rivaling Sutenkai. Uses a variety of ranged attacks that are different from the bala or cero in that they are more mundane, rather than reitsu based. This is not a reason to scoff at them though, as they have immense force behind them. Both ranged and physical attacks can also be imbued with a variety of toxins that cause several varying effects, such as illness, paralysis, disturbance of body temperature, and drowsiness. Notable lack of strong defenses however. Limbs and appendages are long and can extend, but thin and brittle, especially when extended or stretched out. Lacks a very physical exterior as well, and skin seems excrete a liquid very much like oil.



Pictured: Form 2. Unlike the previous shape, it is very much more animal-like in shape, and even behavior. Moves on all fours and loses most speech. Behavior also becomes simpler, and thought processes shrink. Very dangerous though, especially when agitated. Has unbelievably sturdy defenses and a very high pain threshold (see past models). Its armor and appendages are very sharp and serrated, capable of ripping through even more powerful Hierro’s or hollow armors. Very dangerous, as it has a tendency to launch itself at foes, even when unprovoked. Cannot reach speeds as high as form 1 though, and has trouble shifting directons as quickly. Its weight is even capable of shifting the ground and area around it to its desires, and there is even risk of earthquakes when agitation approaches a more critical point.



Pictured: Form 3. Very much like a combination of the previous 2 forms. It carries the more bestial appearance of the 2nd form, but it is bipedial, and has a hightened intelligence. In this shape, defensive capabilities reach a sort of medium between form 1 and 2, and high power melee attacks are viable. Body lets off immense heat from seams in the carapace, and much pressure is set off from the massive Reitsu. Unlike the other two forms, he has retained the ability to use Kido spells that the shinigami are known for. Information on Kido is limited mostly to witness testimonies, but we have it on authority that he was capable of very high level kido spells. Even the lower level spells have reached immense force from his massive power and Reitsu.

Bankai Form


Data: The Bankai Form is easily the most powerful of 00’s forms. In other forms, he begins to slowly pass shape and control to the spirit of his Zanpaktou, but when he reached Bankai form, he completely subverts himself. His Zanpaktou manifest itself as a hollow cloak with a mask. Inside it nothing but pure Reitsu and Energy. This ‘nightmare energy’ strongly resembles that of the Shikai form, and it carries the same decrease in morale, along with many vivid hallucinations of the victims worst memories. Its not just that though, this collection of energy is very dangerous and very real. It can extend what seems to be infinitely out of the cloak and can even branch off and change shapes.

It doesn’t appear to be fully latched onto the natural laws of our world either. Mundane attacks cannot harm it. It will be temporarily set back, but not injured. In one experiment, it even fully devoured a hollow into this mass of energy. It ceased to exist as far as we know. I have not had full means to find the complete parameters of its defenses, but simple Reitsu based attacks seem to only offer very minimal damage as well. All in all, it seems to reach almost an indestructible higher state of being in this shape. Power levels reach that of a Captain Commander.

Easy Power Comparisons (in Shinigami terms)

normal state: Lieutenant using bankai

Shikai state: Captain using bankai

Soseikai state: High-Leveled captain using bankai

Bankai state: Captain-Commander using bankai 
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Character Page 9

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Name: Ryotaro Nijima

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Village: Kiri

Rank: ANBU

Appearance:

Personality: Ryotaro is a cold, cruel and uncaring person, deeply scarred both physically and emotionally from the era of warring clans. He has essentially given up on life as a human being and lives only for the sake of becoming the perfect weapon for Kiri. He will kill anyone or anything if given the order and doesn't fear death if it means accomplishing his mission. He is deeply loyal to the Kage and will follow her every command without question.

History: For most of his life, Ryotaro was nothing special. In an era where warriors and ninja were common place, even a skilled and loyal assassin like him was considered mediocre at best. Though his clan was known for their ferocity in battle, they were small and they did not possess any great kekkeigenkai and their secret puppetry art was not powerful ennough to tip the scales in the ending years of the clan wars where only the strongest and most fearsome mercenary clans remained. In the end, the Nijima were just one more name that was all but wiped from the history books.

Ryotaro himself only survived by deserting his family during their last battle. Shamed and now hunted by the men who had employed his clan, Ryotaro had no other choice but to become a vagabond, using his once proud ninja arts to kill and pillage the innocent in order to survive.

During one such night where sin had become his only means of survival, he stumbled upon an apparent group of normal travelers. he could tell by looking at them that they had to be carrying some good amount of money, or better, food. He waited until all of them had gone to sleep as to silently slice their throats open, but the moment he set foot in their camp they all sprung to life and attacked him. They, too were ninjas who's clans had been destroyed one way or another and they had banded together for survival, they were all much more powerful and experienced than the young boy and quickly over-came him.

Instead of killing him however they were simply content of forcing him into submission. Their leader, a young girl not much older than him but of a beauty yet unseen to the young boy's eyes, then offered him a place amongst them. There he could become stronger, more powerful and restore his ninja name. Ryotaro couldn't look away from the unearthly beauty. Doubtless she couldn't be human. that black as coal skin, those bloody red eyes. She could be nothing more than a demon, and yet he felt entranced by her. Perhaps she has cast her spell on him, he didn't know, but he accepted her offer and swore to serve her loyally.

These were the events of twelve years ago. Today, under the woman's tutelage, Ryotaro has become a powerful and dignified ninja and still serves the Mizukage as faithfully as he had promised to all those years prior.

Weapons:

- the standard ninja arsenal (kunai, shuriken, explosive tags, etc.)

- the Puppeteer's dolls hanging from his hair

- This sword (the chain can be extended of shortened at will. Max length of 15 feet)

- Voodoo needles

- Divination tablet

- Sorcery talismans

Specialty: He's proficient at all but specializes in ninjutsu

Primary Affinity: Yin

Secondary Affinity: Yang

Kekkei Genkai: none

Jutsu:
Spoiler


Taijutsu - Binding Collar: By spinning an throwing the ring at the end of the chain coming our of Ryotaro's blade at his opponent's neck, Ryotaro can trap the opponent in the ring which will then tighten around the neck as necessary to ensure they can't slip out of it. This will then open up Ryotaro to use either the Collar of Servitude or Dog's Death jutsu.

Taijutsu - Dog's Death: after using Binding Collar, Ryotaro will pull the enemy towards him with the chain then kick them up high in the air, while they are airborne he will wrap the chain around his opponent (similarly to the primary lotus) and then will pull them down hard to the ground before pouncing on them and delivering a fatal stab with the sword end of his weapon, then recalling the chain and hoop to him. (Note: this is most effectively preformed while under the effect of the 'Strength of Boar' jutsu as it will allow the user to 'reel in' bigger and heavier enemies.)

Yin Release - Blackout Touch: By using the negative properties of Yin, Ryotaro can cast a jutsu on his hand that will rob anyone of their sight if there is contact with his hand and their skin. This is, however, not a genjutsu, it is a ninjutsu that targets the eyes of the victim, preventing them from sending information to the brain. The victim will have to cleanse or force out the Ryotaro's chakra from his body before being able to see, or alternatively just wait for the chakra to be cleansed out by the body naturally at which point the jutsu will go away by itself.

Yin Element - Spirit tracker: This is a jutsu that is used in conjunction with the divination tablet. By using something containing the target's essence (lock of hair, a weapon their always carry, a piece of clothing they wear often, nail clippings, body part, etc.) Ryotaro can track a target down by placing the object in the middle of his divination tablet and splitting its own yin and yang apart, holding its yin in the palm of his hands. The yin will then inevitably want to be reunited with its yang, this will cause the object on the divination tablet to glow white to the eyes of anyone sensitive to yin and yang energies. A white trail will also be painted from the table, to the target as long as the object's yin and yang are separated. With increased meditation Ryotaro can pinpoint the target's location while staying in the same spot. However it becomes increasingly difficult and takes longer to locate a target the farther away they are from Ryotaro and the less chakra they possess. If the target is in an area where Ryotaro can physically see them, they will glow white as well, regardless of any jutsu they may have cast upon themselves.

Yin Element- Collar of servitude: After using Binding Collar on an enemy Ryotaro will take out a sorcerer's talisman and call a demon's spirit from the yin side of the world, he will then make the demon' spirit travel along the chain and through the collar, forcing it into the captured target's body. If this succeeds the victim will become possessed and will serve Ryotaro's every command until either Ryotaro sets them free, the collar is removed from their necks, or the demon is purified from their bodies. (Note: Ryotaro can not move while attempting to force a demon inside a victim host and the more chakra and willpower the victim has the longer and more chakra it will require out of him to posses them. Being forced to move will cancel the technique an call the ring and chain back to him.)

Yin Element - Twin Demon Possession: This yin element jutsu requires a blood contract to be put in place. Ryotaro must obtain some of his targets blood first then 'feed' it to one of the four voodoo dolls hanging from his hair by drawing a pentagram on the back of the doll with the blood. He then summons Libras, twin demons tied in body and soul to take possession of both the doll and the target. Only those with demons already inside them can resist this particular possession. After the possession is complete the voodoo doll will take on the appearance of the target, he can then use specialized yin voodoo needles to inflict damage on his opponent's body and soul by stabbing the voodoo doll. This technique is only canceled if the demons are purified out of both the doll and the host within two minutes of each-other (else the first one purified will just re-take possession of its respective container) or if the voodoo doll is destroyed (only damage don to it by voodoo needles is reflected onto the host).


Yang Release - Strength of Boar: A Jutsu Ryotaro accidentally came across wile researching his family's yin style. It is a basic jutsu that doubles his physical strength for a short amount of time in exchange for a moderate amount of chakra. It has no effect on his speed or endurance however.


Weakness: Yang users who can counter-act his yin arts, especially powerful yang sorcerers who can purify his demons away. His techniques are also weak against people with enormous amounts of chakra or people that are really huge. (in other words he prefers to attack people who like to be good at everything but not amazing at any one thing.)
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H.E.R.O.S. (Humanoid Empathetic Reaper Opposition Sentinels)




Name: Hansen Wilder
Tag: Angel
ID: #15
Nationality: American
age: 17
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 177lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: MP (Mortal Plane)

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Seraph


HEROS Abilities:

BONDS(Bio-spectral, Organic and Neural Dive Synchronization) Abilities:


Personality:

History:

other:
Theme song: Awakening

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Name: Lukas Cain
Tag: Reaper
ID: #4
Nationality: Scottish
age: 24
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 187lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: MP (Mortal Plane)

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Maria


HEROS Abilities:

BONDs Abilities:


Personality:

History:

other:

Theme song: Death Wish

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Name: Eric Winchester
Tag: Phoenix
ID: #13
Nationality: English
age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 166lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: SP (spiritual Plane)

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Ifrit


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Name: Griffith Johnson
Tag: Alchemist
ID: #7
Nationality: Australian
age: 20
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 198lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: MP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Anima

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Name: Jason Smith
Tag: Jotun
ID: #1
Nationality: Canadian
age: 27
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 163
Appearance:


Specialization: SP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Yuki

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Name: Andrew Han
Tag: Moonlight
ID: #3
Nationality: Chinese
age:16
Gender:Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 136lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: SP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Lumia

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Name: Ryan (Ryu) Mishima
Tag: Shadocrawler
ID: #9
Nationality: American
age: 23
Gender: Male
Height: 5'9
Weight: 164lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: SP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Kagegami
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Name: Derek Steiner
Tag: Timberwolf
ID: #11
Nationality: German
age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6'2
Weight: 226lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: MP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Colossus

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Name: Mary Stillman
Tag: Rose
ID: #12
Nationality: Australian
age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8
Weight: 143lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: MP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Ivy

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Name: Fei Lang
Tag: Cyclone
ID: #5
Nationality: Chinese
age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 136lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: SP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Quinglong

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Name: Natasha Romanov
Tag: #8
ID:
Nationality: Russian
age:
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Weight:
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Name: Jeanette Belenfant
Tag: #14
ID:
age:
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Name: Lucie Belenfant
Tag: Sabre
ID: #2
age: 27
Gender: Female
Height: 5'9
Weight: 146lbs
Appearance:


Specialization: MP

Weapon of Choice:

HEROS: Athena


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FALLEN














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Name: pu lu mien, 'Faceless' in chinese

Age: He doesn't remember and there's no way to tell by his features but he guesses he must be around his mid twenties.

Gender: Male (at least there's one thing the accident didn't scar beyond recognition)

Appearance: He looks like a mummy to be honest, He's always covered in medical tape from head to toe, only letting a tuff of spiky black hair on the side of his head and his eyes and nostrils show for 'recognition purposes', though, how may people do you know who walk around looking like they just crawled out of a pyramid? His appearance is chosen out of shame however as he is disgusted with his own appearance. He wears traditional Chinese male dresses.

Nationality: Chinese

Weapon: A four-sectioned staff that can be twisted and separated into two Nunchaku. (He can learn to use the weapons of his adversaries after watching them for a certain amount of time.)

Accessories: a golden amulet depicting a dragon coiling around an obsidian stone in the center, the only thing somewhat tying him to his past.

Magic: Copycat, Doppelganger

Summon stone: Hades

Bio: Pu Lu Mien is the victim of a tragic incident that wiped away all his memories and disfigured him beyond recognition. Though he has no idea of how he could have gotten there, he was found at the site of a destroyed nuclear factory after a chemical malfunction that had caused the factory's obliteration. Though miraculously having survived he had no may of returning to whatever old life he may have had. And he was so hideous from the accident that he became the object of his own nightmares and desperately tried to remain unseen by the rest of the human populace.

One day it all became too much and he climbed to the roof hospital he was being taken care of in, wearing nothing but the hospital clothes and the amulet that had somehow survived what ever destructive force turned him into such a disgusting ghoul. He kissed goodbye the cruel life he knew and threw himself from the nineteen story tall hospital. He landed brutally on top of a car parked in front but to his surprise did not die. The amulet around his neck had begun to shine brightly as he plummeted and somehow protected his body from any damage as he collided with the car. As he lay in the ruins of the automobile he'd just destroyed, weeping at the fact that he did not die, a mysterious voice penetrated his mind.

"You poor poor child. it whispered to him To have done nothing wrong and yet to be robbed of your identity as a human being so cruelly. It make me weep to see such misfortune befall an innocent. tell you what, give me your soul, an I will make all your problems disappear. Believing that the voice was offering to take his soul and bring him to heaven, the nameless man immediately agreed, wishing to be rid of this bitter life once and for all. However, as soon as the agreement was fulfilled he was instead filled with an immense, dark and malicious power. He rose from the wreck imbued with this delicious power and looked at the crowd who'd gathered around in amazement before his failed attempt at suicide. They were all terrified before the monstrosity before them, glowing in demonic energies. His eyes fell on a woman of particular beauty in the crowd, and as he felt envious of her charm he felt his powers change him, re-mold his flesh and sculpt him a new skeleton until he became the spitting image of the woman, even his clothes had changed to become exactly like hers. As she screamed in terror before her mirror image, he did the same, not out of fear, but out of an instinctive capability to copy her movements and actions perfectly.

"You who have been robbed of your identity, have now been granted the ability to steal that of others. said the voice that he now realized came from his medallion. Now my child, kill the girl!"

With a demonic smile he propelled him-self out of the car wreck and plunged his fist through the woman's chest, sending the rest of the already tense crowd in a panicked frenzy of terror. As they all ran about and away from him he leaned in to whisper in the girl's ear. "I despise beautiful people." then pulled his bloodied fit out of her and made his escape from the scene, easily mixing into the panicked crowd with his new doppelganger abilities.


Three months later Pu Lu Mien or 'faceless' has taken full advantage of his new found powers. Using them to commit one murder after another all in the goal of causing as much suffering to the world as it had to him, and from his neck, still shines the evil eye of Hades, ever urging him on in his quest for death and destruction.

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Name: Laurence "Alucard" Delacroix II

Species: Vampyr

Apparent Age: mid thirties

Actual Age: 527

Appearance:

Bio: born illegitimate son of an influential French priest, Laurence was always fascinated with darkness. He despised the 'holy man' who was is father whom had forced himself on a young nun and then banished her from the church for heresy once news of her pregnancy had gotten out. His mother had raised him to hate and despise god and his servant much in the same way she did. She thought him of darkness and lust and greed and evil and quickly turned her son into a dark sadist who loved the suffering of others. through him she wanted to make the world suffer much in the same way she had. Laurence accepted these teachings with joy and quickly became a monster of a man, pledging eternal loyalty to all that was evil, even going so far as committing the ultimate sin of fathering his own sister at the age of fifteen.

Laurence and his 'family' lived in outskirts, away from civilization, and took great liking to terrorizing nearby farm villages by stalking them at night and kidnapping young women to either become satanic sacrifices or be brainwashed with pain torture and rape into becoming another member of his dark brood.

It was not long before news of Laurence and the deeds of the dark Delacroix spread and they became known and feared as evil creatures of the night, thought to be vampyrs or demons. Soon Laurence was even graced with the sight of pilgrims. Evil souls who had also tasted the beauty of darkness and sought to become part of his family where they would be able to fully serve the darkness and their own carnal desires as much as they wanted. Laurence accepted them and his family, his brood, his clan grew, and grew, and grew yet more until Laurence and his disciples terrorized all the county in which he made his home. Laurence even gave himself the new name, 'Alucard', in honor of the great Romanian devil king. That was when Laurence attracted the attention of the wrong, or perhaps the right, people. True vampyrs. Real creatures of the night who had taken interest in this weak human who had the gal to declare himself a vampyr lord.

They came to him in the night and made him a deal. In return for a large sacrifice they would let him keep his title among the humans and control of his brood, as well as turn him into a true vampyr. Laurence agreed without hesitation. That night the vampyrs did two things, they devoured half of Laurence's clan, the first sacrifice being his own mother, and after which they bit him but left him to live and die and become a true member of the dark brood. Laurence then proceeded to turn every surviving member of his clan into a vampyr and to this day the Delacroix clan, now having become great and powerful, still terrorizes Europe's nights. In France, In any Inn or old tavern, the name of the Delacroix is ever on the lips of folklorists, warning travelers and tourists never to travel the 'unholy roads' at night, lest they fall to the fangs of 'Alucard'.

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Name: Fae Lykos

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Race: Witch

classification: Meister

Appearance:

weapon(s): the dark gun-scythe, Aeon

powers: She can control wolves and ice/ can summon spirit wolves/ and turn into a half wolf/ is empowered when under moonlight, especially during full moons/ has heightened smell and hearing

Weaknesses: Blind

personality: Quiet, cold, and calm but vicious when angered or threatened.

History: A natural born witch, Fae was raised by human parents and lived throughout most of her childhood without the slightest knowledge about her powers. She lived simply and happily as any child would. Until however the day came when witch-born monsters attacked her village. Being a small settlement for loggers, farmers and hunters, it had no true means of defence against such otherworldly creatures and was quickly wiped out. Nearly every one, whether they fought, hid or fled was massacred in order to give the commanding witch enough souls to cast which ever spell it was she wanted to cast.

Fae's parents had been of those who had tried to run. They had taken their daughter and tried to escape into the woods but were chased down and killed before her very eyes. As the most traumatic experience in her life, this was of course undoubtedly destined to be the event that would awaken Fae to the flow of destruction that commanded all those of witch blood. Though terrified of the monsters, Fae also felt indescribable fury towards them and as one prepared to kill her too, a wolf jumped out and began viciously gnawing at it's throat. One by one the wolves of the forest came to the girl, drawn by her power and devoured the monsters in an extension of her hatred. Once the deed done she climbed onto the Alpha, a proud white wolf of great size.'s back and rode her lupine followers back into the town where they mercilessly killed every monster just as they had killed the villagers.

In the end Fae, a simple child of nine, confronted the witch who had created all those monsters under the full moon and, through use of magics usually not present in witches her age, killed the damned woman and exacted her revenge.

Afterwards she rode out into the , into the dark forest. She no longer had a place among the remaining villagers. The children of the moon were her family now. She had become a witch, the witch of wolves.

Unlike most witches who either resisted the flow of destruction and lost their powers as a consequent, of were swept up in it and driven to madness because of it, Fae simply became one with it. Rather than try to use it to gain more power, she simply accepted the vast powers it gave her and planed to use them for a specific goal, the elimination of all things related to witches and the monsters they created. It is highly probable that it was BECAUSE of her early awakening as a witch and to the flow that she, still uncorrupted by the ideals of greed and self-benefit, was able to find such a balance in the chaos that was the flow.

She began hunting with her pack, chasing down any monster, witch demon, or person host to a kishin egg she could sniff out. As the years progressed she took on more wolf-like attributed both physically and mentally, she also noticed that her vision became less and less sharp as the years passed, she took this as her becoming more like her lupine brothers and trading in her good sight for, what was in her opinion much more useful, good hearing and smell. This was actually a rather severe case of Retinitis Pigmentosa that would eventually render her completely blind by the time she hit her teens. Despite this however she was still able to properly hunt and maintain her position of Alpha in the pack, leading them as a strong and wise elder (wolves age faster than humans so for them she is quite old). After a few years she had completely forgotten the tongue of humans and thought only as the leader of her pack, mother to her cubs. She even forgot why it was that they hunted monsters and witches and corrupted souls in the first place, to her they had just become like a natural enemy, a pest that needed to be eliminated whenever one was found.

Of course, hunting her prey, she eventually met up with agents of Shibusen. Though they smelled similar to witches and demons the scent was distinctly different so she let them be. Provided, that is, that they didn't try and take her or her pup's prey from her and didn't attack first. Towards the time she was fourteen she was cornered by a group of these meisters and their weapons who thought her no more than a rogue witch needing to be exterminated. As a result most her children were slain while trying to protect her as she was rendered helpless, the moon not having smiled on her that night as she had begun to mysteriously bleed from between her legs and feeling severe pains in her abdomen without having suffered any injury before-hand, no doubt some devilish sorcery from the cursed weapon wielders.

After her pack had been wiped out for all save five wolves, yet another Meister appeared. She was decidedly more powerful than the rest and somehow her appearance made the rest of the party stop. Fae quickly identified her as the alpha of her pack and, despite her being weakened by their sorcery, Got to her feet and challenged the woman. Despite fighting tooth, nail and magic against the woman, Fae had been too weakened for the battle and was easily defeated. The woman did not kill her however, she simply knocked her out and abducted her, instructing her followers to restrain but spare the lives of the rest of the rest of the wolves. That woman had seen into Fae's spirit., she knew the young girl, witch or not, wild or civilized, had a good soul.

When Fae next awoke she was in a place whose scent was strange to her. She did not know where she was but she knew that the power of death was incredibly prevalent here and it made her incredibly fearful. She called out to her clan but they could not hear. The only answer she heard was from the woman she had fought, speaking to her in the tongue of humans. A language she had long forgotten.

Fae was made to stay with the woman and her partner, a man whom smelled exactly like the scythe she had used in their battle, like a caged beast. Though she was free to move around, if ever she tried to leave their alcove a place she vaguely remembered humans used as dens, their 'home', she would be immediately brought back, all she wished for was to go back to the wild, but it seemed the woman, makka as Fae eventually learned to call her, was determined to re-teach her all the things she had forgotten and make her human again.

This went on for days, weeks, months. And despite her, things came back to Fae. Words, thoughts, memories. She was re-learning that she was indeed no more than a human girl, she was not a proud and wise wolf leader, and this sent her into a deeply depressed sate. Makka and Soul could do nothing to help with this young girls identity crisis.

Eventually Makka decided that Fae needed to be able to see more of what society had to offer, meet more people than those few who came to visit in their house. She brought Fae to Shibusen where Makka hoped Fae would regain some livelihood. It was there that Fae smelled something incredible. The spirit of a wolf. The spirit was housed by a human body but it was undeniable, the loneliness, the strength, the pride, the desire to be free to do as one pleased. And there was a familiar darkness in the boy, the darkness of the wilderness. He was not a caged and domesticated animal like her, he was an animal who brought the wilderness into the society. He was wild in his own way and that breathed life back into Fae.

She immediately directed herself to the one who had such a refreshing smell to her and plainly asked him to become her mate. This was the first encounter she would have between the young weapon named aeon who would later become her weapon and allowed her to work under Shibusen. Thanks to him she was able to leave the walls of Death City again and rejoin the wild, hunting witches and demons like she always had. She even introduced him to her pack, who had obediently been waiting for her outside death city for all those long months. She could not hep but smile inside while Fenrir, the giant white wolf she always rode into battle, the strong man who had been a mentor, father and brother to her all these years, tried to teach Aeon that he would not be accepted as mate to their Alpha until he proved himself as a capable leader himself, despite of course the fact that the youth himself could not speak the language of wolves and required Fae to translate.

Today, as with most master-weapon teams, Fae and Aeon are close as people can be, often treading the line between romance and friendship (though Fae promised Fenrir that she would not make Aeon her mate until he learned how to be a proper wolf) and he is one of the few people she will show more than her usual cold, silent front to. Having learned that the man whom taught her how to use aeon's gun form, Death the Kid, as well as the loud wolf pup, Black Star, had both been hospitalized by their former clan-mate, as well as learning that her scythe instructor and mentor Makka had disappeared since the event made Fae furious. She now awaits the day when Shinigami will recognize her talents and Allow her to take her Pack and go hunt down the traitor by themselves. That day is coming sooner than she thinks.

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Name: Nobunaga Oda

Race: devil

Age: 477

Rank: demon king of the 6th heaven

Position: commander

Gender: male

Appearance: (the guns are actually part of his body and fire bullets made of his crystallized blood)

Personality(At least 3 lines on how they act): A cold, harsh and shrewed ruler of the demon realm of greed. Nobunaga is a pragmatic and ruthless warlord who, even in life, made it a point to let no man, woman or child alive in the wake of his military campaigns. Artillery and fire were two of his favorite weapons in that time and remain even now that he has become a true demon king. He aims for nothing less than complete and total domination of not only the human world, but that of the angels as well and he will crush anyone and anything that stands in his way.

Equipment: while a fan of the musket in his time on earth, during his stay in the demon world he crafted more practical firearms from his own flesh and bones that would prove easier to handle and could fire repeatedly without the long and, often fatal, reload time and procedures of the old musket. It was how he came into possession of his trademark weapons, the dual handguns Shini(death) and Ho(fire).

Bio(What your char did before, any worthy achievements): In life Nobunaga Oda was a terrifying Japanese warlord who unified nearly all of japan under his rule through fierce military campaigns, shrewd tactics and ruthless displays of cruelty and power. His power of persuasion and foresight that allowed him to become such a feared warlord were gained through a pact he had made with the demons of the other world where he sold his soul to them for power and wealth. When his death at honno-ji came he was made to do good on his end of the bargain and brought down to the very hell from which he drew his unearthly power and wisdom. however, rather than be punished for his sins Nobunaga rebelled, gave himself fully to the flames of the sixth heaven, the power of greed, and became a devil in flesh as well as soul. He then overthrew the reigning demon lord and took his place, finally becoming the true demon lord of the sixth heaven as he had called himself in life. He now leads the finest regiment of gunmen hell, earth and heaven have ever seen, and will never rest until he has acheived total and complete domination of all three worlds.

Other: The demons under his service also have had their flesh altered so as to be capable of long range attacks (appearance). To date his regiment is the only long-range force in the entire demon realm as the other demons vastly prefer the 'up close and personal' approach.
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