SKULL-O-MANIA

[Skull]

Name: Noah Grimoire

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Costume/uniform: Noah is the antithesis of the flamboyantly dressed sorcerer. A plain white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar over a well-fitted black blazer and matching slacks is his preferred attire.

Power/Ability: The Dark Arts. Ranging from creating illusions, thought-casting and hypnotism, to necromancy, summoning, mutant and blood manipulation. There are close to no restrictions as to what he can conjure, but it is important that he keeps aware of his limitations. To streamline a set of spells would halve their effectiveness and over time drain him exponentially. Powerful spells require utmost concentration, some may even force him to remain in stasis as a conduit to channel energies from the dark dimensions. He is also a ghost and demon whisperer of sorts, often using them to prey on the weak in their nightmares or direct possession.

Personality: Noah was a good man before he offered his soul over to Dormammu on that fateful day. Now he is reborn with a maddening purpose, fueled by a chaotic drive for incalculable dominance. Selfish, but never careless. Intelligent, but psychotically ambitious. What makes Noah especially repulsive is his cynical manipulation over people. He has no qualms about stalking his prey with doctored kindness just to crush their lives without a forethought.

History: Noah Grimoire is a man that was given a second chance. His real name is forever lost in the world - given to the dark dimension as part of his soul offering. I can tell you that he was a Saint once; A vanguard for the weak and defenseless. A wealthy philanthropist that gave plenty to those who couldn't offer a thing in return. He was loved by many. Hated by few. So what drove a man down such a hellish path? What made him rip the halo off his head and exchange it for horns? A tragedy of the worst kind, one that involved guerrilla rebels and a village filled with good people. Where innocent blood was spilt and mercy not permitted. Tears? Prayers? Age? None of it mattered. He was forced to watch everything. He plead, begged, and bargained. They did not listen. He prayed to the heavens. Nothing happened.

Then a dormant rage enveloped from within, a chaotic torrent of hatred that drove him to the cusp of insanity. He begged again, only this time to the darkness festering inside. Pleading. Cursing. Bargaining. It was in this moment where somebody answered his cries for help. Reaching out from the darkest realms of the universe was the god-tyrant, Dormammu. Noah was then transported into the dark dimension where an offer was proposed to him. If he gave into the void and emptied his soul, Dormammu would refill him with the energies of the dark arts that could be used to exact revenge upon his enemies. Blinded by the chaos slowly eating him alive, Noah agreed to it all. It was here where Dormammu manipulated time and space, crystallizing him into eternity, as he gave up his mortal name to seal the deal.

His soul was warped and ravaged then reforged and enhanced for what felt like a thousand years. When Dormammu saw that Noah was ready, he flung his astral projection back into his body on Earth, returning to the perilous moment at the village that seemed a lifetime ago. The moment for revenge had finally come. The rebels' punishment would be aggravatingly slow, and he enjoyed every second of it until he stood among piles of blood and ash. What he once was no longer mattered.

Noah could never go back to being a saint now, not when the darkness flows through him. But he needed to understand and control these new found gifts. Guided by Dormammu and his underlings, he spent the following years hunting down masters of the dark arts. Stealing their knowledge from tomes and scrolls, learning from their enchantments and talismans. The more he educated himself in the forbidden ways, the farther his humanity slipped into oblivion. Who or what he is now is uncertain but his ambition is clear as day:

"The flag bearers for good and evil will burn in the night shade. All there is and ever will be is the void." - Noah Grimoire

Strengths: Intelligent. Innovative. Master Conspirator.

Weakness: Pride.

Extra: No longer the chairman of a lucrative pharmaceutical company, Noah secretly transferred his fortune to several offshore accounts and began investing in R&D companies like A.I.M. as well as several other black market enterprises.

Fraction: Villains

Rank: None

[Skull]

(pen sketch by me!)

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Cao "The Baby Sitter" Fahn
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Upo "The Monkard"
Chien and Zen "The Spirit Brothers"
Lubo "The Iron Star General"
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Name: Cao'Fahn

Age: Nearly 1,000 years old

Gender: Male

Race: Rogo

• Rogo: In between the size of a gnome and a dwarf, it is said that these mystical creatures were given life by a mage named Imygdall, whom reached the pinnacle of his abilities and transcended into godhood. Known to be savants in the arts of magic, very rarely do you see them wield a sword or engage in melee combat. They have dedicated much of their lives in the perfection and research of elemental energies, as well as the ability to summon creatures from dimensions beyond their realm.

Fighting Style: Magic, Summons

Personality: Cao'Fahn can be extremely temperamental, especially with his summoning companions who love to get on his nerves. He gives off a fatherly aura and cares about his summons more than most Rogo, though he'll never admit it to them. His age has lessened the edge of his more boastful days as a youth and is uncharacteristically humble compared to most of his kin.


Weapon(s) of choice:

• Staff of Oka: A magical instrument able to amplify Cao's arcane abilities, made from the fallen tree god, Oka.

Companion:

• Upo: Is usually seen in a wheat basket that Cao'Fahn carries. He is a peculiar little creature that is essentially a living enchanment, able to create defensive barriers against regular/elemental attacks, as well a healing buffs. He keeps his face covered with a black scarf and wears a bucket-like wizard cap that makes his pointy ears stick out.

Summons:

• Chien & Zen: These spirit brothers cannot cast any type of projectile magic, but they can transform into fierce creatures. They can also combine into one form, making a more powerful transformation. The only drawback is that they are a gamble. Even when the situation is dire, they will not heed Cao'Fahn's instructions unless they, "feel like it."
  
  
• Lubo: Once a great General from a distant realm, he now serves Cao'Fahn, who saved his spirit from limbo. He is a weapons and martial arts master with incredible strength.

Biography:

Many Rogo who dedicate their lives to magic wish to follow in the footsteps of their God-Mage and reach their full potential. It is said that when you reach the prime of your abilities, the ultimate task awaits you in the final confrontation with Imygdall himself. Besting the God-Mage will in return grant you powers beyond your wildest dreams. Cao'Fahn had heard of only two Rogo Archmages who managed to traverse into the warded dimensions of Imygdall's lair, but neither of them survived. Determined to be the first Rogo to best Imygdall, he set out on a grueling pilgrimage to fine tune his skills. For years he acquired the vast knowledge and experience of magic, gaining companions along the way. Now feeling he is on the verge of his prime, the opportunity to prove himself in the Aegis will tell whether or not he is truly ready to seek out the God-Mage, Imygdall.

[Skull]

Name: Hyugan Chogutai

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Origin: Altai Mountains of Mongolia

Personality: Hyugan enjoys social interaction. He is very open-minded toward all cultures of the world - especially when it comes to cuisine and debauchery. He radiates a certain honesty that many gravitate towards, despite his intimidating appearance.

Special Skills: Archery, horseback riding and swordsmanship.

History: Hyugan Chogutai was born into the Monglian branch of the Liberalis Circulum. Fearing the wrath of their chieftain over a disagreement, Hyugan's parents fled from their own tribe, the Merkit, and sought refuge in the Guild.

The Mongolian Assassin's Guild was sparse - expansion became a high priority. The people of Mongolia were split into various warring factions. Most of them safeguarded their kin to preserve future lineages and marriage pacts with other clans. Others simply refused to give up their children to a clan they knew little about. Because of this, the guild often bartered tribes for their youth by offering exotic goods and resources. In Hyugan's case, his parents would be kept safe from the Merkits under the Assassin's Guild, provided that he vow to give his life over to the Creed.

[Skull]

*Wearing a low tier Prison Sector grade Engineering rig

Name: Elijah Morrison

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 157 Ibs

Equipment: Due to the fact that he is always on call, whether he's wearing a civilian or engineer rig, the following are always on him:

• 1. Stasis and Kinesis Modules
• 2. Flashlight
• 3. Low grade utility plasma knife

Personal item:

• Unitology necklace. A going away present from his mother. Even though he isn't a member of their church or a believer in any shape or form, he keeps it hidden underneath his garments as a reminder of her.

Personality: Very sociable with an easy going temperament. Unknowingly pries people of their personal problems but is very reluctant to reveal his own. Very prideful, but also very loyal to his companions.

Bio: Elijah was 25 years old when he was stationed on the Tiamat. Beforehand, he was contracted by the Earth Defense Force as an assistant service engineer on board a Destroyer-class vessel called the USM Odin. He serviced the ship for two campaigns before his contract was up. Because he was a civilian, he never was involved in any sort of combat scenario but he has witnessed unspeakable things while onboard the USM Odin. Things he never told another soul about. His excellent performance record couldn't be passed up by P.C.C.U. who were desperately looking for competent engineers to maintain the facilities on the Tiamat. He accepted their offer - not only because it was a lead position with a high paying salary, but it was the fastest way off of USM Odin. Several years have passed. He is well assimilated into the space station and has made several friends. He is content with life, but the incidents of his past are starting to haunt him in his sleep. The nightmares are more prominent now - more vivid. Always about the USM Odin. Always about him. He decides to message everyone from his Z-Ball Peng Gang team for a reunion. Perhaps being in the presence of friends will ease his mind.

Extra info: Elijah is a pretty good Z-Ball player and was the captain of "The Peng Gang" team. He misses playing with his friends. Even though they were ranked close to terrible in the league, they had a lot of good times together.

[Skull]

Name: Jaëto Tor Goah Malavor Sorban Jorgo
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Salarian
Class: Engineer

Appearance:

Background: Jorgo was born under a well respected Dalatrass who had firm ties within the political webs of the Salarian Union. She is known as "The War Maiden" for having a long line of reputable clansmen filled with prestigious military careers from planet Jaëto. Jorgo followed suit and enlisted in the S.U. intelligence services as an information gatherer, cycling through several listening posts across the galaxy - particularly between the Terminus Systems and outside of the Perseus Veil. He eventually joined the STG branch of the Salarian Military, where most of his career was spent neutralizing a radical Krogan group associated with a short lived anti-genophage movement.

Equipment:

Armor: Light Vohrtix Armor (low-grade)

• Shield Upgrade (Ablative III)
• Medical Upgrade (Microscanner & Trauma Module)

Omni-tool: Savant IX

Primary Weapons: M-6 Carnifex Heavy Pistol

• Suppressor
• Scope

Secondary Weapon: M-4 Shuriken Submachine Gun

• Suppressor
  

Powers: Decoy, Decryption, AI Hacking, Overload, Cryo & Incinerate

[Skull]

Name: Kujan Raijanasko
Nickname: The Iron Fang
Species: Leonian
Appearance:

Height: 6'8"
Weight: 285 lbs

Personality: Kujan is a proud Leonian who lives by a strict code of honor. Fiercely intimidating, his brash and aggressive behavior masks an intelligent mind. He speaks with honesty that many either appreciate or despise him for.

Personal History: Kujan was born under the Raijanasko clan as a 4th generation cub under Landren rule. History states that before the independent formation of Landren, the clan was once considered the most dangerous tribe in the land. Their eventual rebellion against Landren sovereignty would be hard fought and relentless. After countless battles that did not favor a likely outcome for the proud clan, they were forced to abandon their territories or adhere to their rule. The clan was thus divided: Those who stayed would secure a prominent status in social and military standings within Landren. Those who refused to be ruled by 'lesser species', congregated elsewhere, renaming themselves as the Gaijinasko, proclaiming themselves the truth bearers of Leonian pride. Kujan is among the few families who retain the true blood of the Raijanasko. He served under an elite war guard called the Hunters Brigade, where he earned the nickname "The Iron Fang" for breaching three enemy gear units while on foot.

Weapons & Equipment:

• Heavy Armored Pilot Suit
  
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• High grade metal riot shield
• Chaff/Smoke/Frag grenades

Personal Theme Tune:
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Gear Name: War Spider
Pilot: Kujan
Appearance:



General Info: The War Spider is a fast, all-terrain heavy artillery tank unit that provides maximum firepower with a quick weapon reload system.

Weapon Systems:

• 2 x 80MM M95 High Speed Gatling gun
• 2 x 100MM M450 3-barrel Rotation Cannons

Other Equipment:

• Jamming system
• Anti-Missile Defense System
• Heavily Reinforced Armor Chassis
• Anti-Hack Ware System

Anything Else: A lion skull decal is placed on both sides of the nose-tipped cockpit structure (right in front of the F-36 sign) with a mane that is designed to resemble a blazing fire. Favorite color is green.

[Skull]

Name: Robert Kessler

Age: 32

Appearance: Robert exudes a boyish charm that can be easily seen past the scruffy beard and tattoos. His hazel eyes offer a sincere kindness, coupled with an overall relaxed demeanor that suggests a certain confidence about his identity. At 6ft, the illustrious body art that nearly covers his body from head to toe drapes his athletic frame with masterful fluidity. Proverbs, personal sayings and quotes are written in Arabic, Thai, Old English and Mongol. Skulls, animals, mythological creatures and random symbols range from black, to an array of colors that are done in Japanese, old and new school styles of tattooing. Robert often wears casual, form-fitting attire that is fashionable to his own uniqueness. He prides himself in maintaining a well-groomed appearance, preferably slicking his dark black hair back, while keeping his thick beard moderately trimmed.

Occupation: Robert has managed to narrow down the series of odd jobs he's juggled over the years down to two professions: An ambient, trip-hop, instrumental music producer, and tattoo artist. His producer alias is Manos De Piedra or "Hands of Stone" after the legendary Panamanian boxer, Roberto Duran. He is a fairly recognized producer in the underground music community and has collaborated with several musicians from all over. With only his recently debuted first album out, Manos De Piedra has surprisingly cultivated a decent following in a short amount of time. Even still, producing music, especially for an up-and-comer, isn't enough to pay the bills. That is where tattooing comes into play. Rotating between several tattoo spots across Elba over the years has opened up a bigger clientele. He's considering the possibility of opening up his own shop, but that's thinking too far ahead - Robert is just glad to finally have a steady line of work.

Brief Bio: Robert Troy Kessler is an Elba island native, raised by single mother, Tracy Bradley Kessler, also an Elba native and long time active member of a marine conservation organization. Seal hunting was a big issue around the time he was born, so on many occasions Tracy brought him along to her protests; Harassing seal hunters at wharfs and sabotaging their vessels with other fellow activist are a few mild examples. Her boyfriend, Frank Moorefield, is the closest thing he had to a father at the time. Frank never went by his real name - he preferred to be called by his stage name: Jack Devereaux. Jack claimed he was a car thief before he found God and decided to take up the guitar and become a folk musician. He met Tracy at one of his first music gigs, which happened to be at an anti-whaling demonstration in a beach summit. Robert was also there, and even though he was only four at the time, he still vividly remembers how terrible Jack sounded. Robert's upbringing was as unique as it was unstable. Traveling all over Elba, whether for a protest gathering, or Jack's music tour, meant constantly living out on the road.

With Tracy and Jack preoccupied with their own endeavors, Robert pretty much grew up on his own. He realized that he couldn't live this kind of lifestyle forever, so he left his mother and her boyfriend when he turned 16 and moved to the city to live with his uncle Vince Bradley. They lived on the second floor of a bookshop owned by Vince's wife, Linda Bradley. He worked as a bartender, but his real passion was in water color and oil painting - a talent Robert admired and soon developed in his own way. Robert never finished college, but he did get his GED. By age 20, he moved out of his uncle's place and roomed with a bunch of friends. It was tough, but he managed to pay the bills with whatever jobs he could find; Gravedigger, strip club DJ, chicken coop cleaner, and carnival face painter to name a few. Producing music was something he developed over time as a hobby, but tattooing is considered his first true calling. Having been influenced by uncle Vince, he took art to the needle and started apprenticing wherever he could. For the next several years, he developed his skills in body art and music until he eventually felt confident enough to make careers out of them. Since then, he has fully immersed himself in the art and music circles around Elba, slowly making a name for himself as an established artist.

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Name: Elijah Couture
Rank: Commercial First Officer
Crew position: Co Pilot
Age: 36
Sex: Male

Personality: "He's like a hippie surfer that cusses like a sailor." - Ex-girlfriend #1. "Elijah is an unfiltered, pot smoking ass hat. He's honest to a fault and doesn't know a great woman when he sees one!" -Ex-girlfriend #2 "My son is a bright young man. A bit misguided...but very bright!" - Andrea Couture. "My wife is putting it mildly, which is a rarity by the way. In truth, my son is a grade A dumb ass that wasted away his potential."- Robert Couture.

History/Background: Elijah Couture was born in San Francisco, California. His mother, Andrea Couture, recalled his birth to be the second most painful thing in the world. The first painful thing in the world, according to Mrs. Couture, is staying married to Mr. Robert Couture, former USAF Senior Airman, who was as much of a hard-ass-of-a-father as he was a hard-ass-of-a-husband. It wasn't always like that though. There was some decency between the two once. Like all sons who look up to their fathers, Elijah wanted to follow in his dad's foot steps and fly planes. Unfortunately for Robert, what his son had in mind did not involve serving his country or wearing a uniform. His passion was in aerobatics. So instead of joining the United States Air Force Academy in Colorado Springs, he found the closest aviation trade school in the area, snatched his piloting licenses and hooked up with an Airshow company and traveled the country.

Before he could legally drink in the U.S., Elijah was living out his dream in the skies. He was young and rebellious, living a champagne lifestyle with bud light pockets that eventually landed him in a sea of debt. A flight buddy of his named Aaron Morales, listened to his plight and told Elijah about a special kind of piloting job that offered high reward and even higher risk: Transporting illegal drugs and immigrants. Avoiding some serious prison time wasn't quite as exhilarating as cutting through the air with a Boeing Stearman, but he got to travel the world and live out some crazy adventures.

However, after getting beaten and forced to watch Aaron get mutilated by a machete-wielding drug lord, Elijah quickly realized that this was not his calling. The transport company he worked for was co-owned by Weyland-Yutani, a major corporation that was mass-hiring pilots for commercial transport jobs in space. What better place to escape to than the stars? And best of all, it was legal. A three year training program and 28 birthday candles later, Elijah became an official Flight Engineer for Weyland-Yutani. Much like his marital status, Mr. Couture jumped from ship-to-ship, until, unlike his marital status, he settled down with the USCSS Horizon as a First Officer under Hillary Stone. Being in space is literally an ultimate high for Elijah and he hopes to one day Captain a USCSS Frigate himself.

Occupations: Aerobatic Pilot for 'The Amazingly Awesome Airshows' company, Commercial Transporter for DynaCorp, Commercial Flight Engineer and First Officer for Weyland-Yutani Corporation.

Likes: Any kind of music (as long as its loud), cheap alcohol, cigarettes, pot, combat sports, playing pranks on people, etc.

Dislikes: Serious individuals, authoritative figures, religious people, anything that has coconut in it, wine cooler drinks, etc.

Unique traits: For someone who sits on his ass piloting all day, he is quite the athlete - which is also ironic given his constant substance abuse.

Skills: On top of being an excellent pilot, Elijah reads body language like a sixth sense. He's a social butterfly, and even though he can come off a little too strong, Elijah knows how to win people over. He's also a really good sketch artist.

Fears: Growing old. Settling down and getting married, having kids. Complacency. Getting mutilated by a machete-wielding drug lord.

[Skull]

Name: Professor Malcolm "The Magnificent Teacher" Tsujimoto
Age: Early 40s
Gender: Male
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 145 lbs
Fighting Style: A more stylized version of Krav Maga: less lethal with more flair.
Personality: Professor Malcolm is a manly gentleman of cosmic proportions. He firmly believes in doing the right thing and is awkwardly cool at doing it. He is a no-nonsense kind of individual that has a zero tolerance for lazy people, complainers, and excuse makers. Professor Malcolm is seen as a fearless warrior, though unbeknownst to his admirers, the one true fear he has in life is losing his pet Shiba Inu, Waffles.

Bio: Professor Malcolm was originally a CQC instructor for the special forces division of the military. Ironically, he did not fight in any war, for he often asked 'what is it good for?' Only to later come to the conclusion that it was good for 'absolutely nothing.' This startling revelation forced him to leave the military and move to Garriston, one of the most dangerous cities to live in next to Zone 10. As a means to reconcile for teaching people how to kill, Mr. Tsujimoto managed to land a job as a science professor at Dugan High, vowing to do the complete opposite for his students. Unfortunately, most of his students were complete assholes that resulted in brutal discipline that involved Tsujimoto beating their asses. His unique and well schooled fighting technique did not go unnoticed; Particularly by the weaker students getting bullied at school. A group of them confronted Malcolm one day after class and begged the professor teach them his fighting ways. After their incessant begging, he eventually agreed to help them provided they never 'cry like spoiled babies from Averthon Vale with first world problems, ever again.'

Four years later, he is one, if not the, most well respected professors at Dugan High. Since his start date, the overall graduation ratings and test score percentages have dramatically increased. When asked in an interview for the school newspaper what his secret was, he smiled with pride as he set down a cup he was casually sipping on and said: "Instilling a very palpable fear into their frail hearts. And bringing my dog, Waffles, to school."

[Skull]

Name: Nathan Kessler

Height: 6'3"
Weight: 195 lbs

Helmet Decal: Has dark red horns painted on the sides of the helmet. The white tactical mask has black paint decal of sharp teeth, forming a grimacing smile.
Misc:

• A shemagh - green-colored tactical scarf - is worn around his neck.
• The Dagger Team insignia patch is on the left shoulder guard and on the right side of the chest plate.

Age: 34

Rank: Corporal

Affiliation: UNSC

Equipment:

• HK9 Battle Rifle
• TR80 Shotgun
• TK427 Grenade Launcher
• X 3 Fragmentation Grenades
• X 2 Incendiary Grenades
• X 2 EMP Grenades
• Combat Knife

Biography: Kessler is a non-commissioned officer to a fire-team sized unit of UNSC Special Warfare Command Group 7.

He was originally an ODST to the Twenty-Second Tactical subdivision of the 105th. His misconduct, which involved serious injury to a slew of superior officers, had him court-martialed, suspending Nathan from his assignment onboard the Pillar of Autumn of 2552. Despite a checkered file, riddled with disobedience and mischief, Kessler has had consistent stellar performance reviews as a soldier - specifically as a facilitator in smaller, squad-based units. The higher ups decided to rotate him into one of their more classified programs, supervised by UNSC SPECWAR under command of Colonel Gennady Provodnikov of the UNSC Army.

Referred to as Dagger Team, they are composed of flunkies from Spartan and ODST platoons and trainee programs, mainly due to severe charges of misconduct (similar to, or in some cases more extreme than, Kessler's situation). Because of this, Dagger Team is often coined as The Devil's Rejects, or simply called Devils, for their take-no-shit attitude and fearless execution in battle. They are savants at extreme unconventional warfare, and are usually attached to dangerous operations with low survivability outcomes. So far, luck has been on Dagger Team's side. Time and time again, the unit has narrowly escaped death by the skin of their teeth - mainly due to the quick resolve and leadership of Sgt. Elijah Valuev and 2nd-in-command, Cpl. Nathan Kessler.

Miscellaneous: Dagger Team's insignia adds onto the traditional spread-winged Eagle, custom to have a bat's wings with horns on its head and a devil tail, while a dagger is stitched in red behind it; blade pointing downward.