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What is this?
Guru's Cabin is a place where you can find everything that has to do with me. All
my reviews, graphics, RPs, and writings among other things will be posted in this
thread. Feel free to check around and comment on anything. I have a complete
open door.

My Policy
I ask that no one plagiarizes my work. If we wish to use something of mine,
feel free to ask as long as you have the intention to credit me for it. Other
than that, everyone is welcome to checking everything out.

Some of the links may be outdated, but I've updated most of them.

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Status:Doing stuff... Writing, being bored, ect.

Allaria- Dance in the Cold Air
OOC | IC

Cruel Intentions
OOC | IC

Way of The Warrior (Season II)
OOC | Lobby

Way of The Warrior (Season I)
OOC | Lobby

Round 1: Càel vs Seit
Round 2: Càel vs Aizen

Renia's Last Stand
IntChk l OOC l IC

Your Living Hell: OOC / IC
Inactive

Myth: IC/OOC
Inactive

Incursio: IC/OOC
Inactive

Category: Advanced. I have no problem playing with other members that are consider themselves in lower levels as long as they can deal with my writing. I write anywhere from 3 paragraphs to 20. All depends on my mood, and the roleplay.

Genres: High Fantasy, Steampunk, Futuristic Fantasy, Realistic, Post Apocalyptic, and very seldom Fandoms. However, Absolutely no anime.

Play: 1x1s, Small Groups, Medium groups, Large groups, Massive Groups. I do it all.

Other: Usually the only Fandoms I play are Video Games are RPgames or anything with a 'group' like atmosphere. They also have to allow for custom characters. I refuse to use premade characters that already exist. Other than that, there aren't many Fandoms I'll play. Ask me and I'll let you know.

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Character Sheets

ROLEPLAY:
My Living Hell: Caleb/Collin
Allaria: Anark Orinstyr

ARENA:
Jynx (Primary)
Esras Vynir
Koto Daichi NF
Sky Osborne NF
Càel Syphr
Elijah Wayo NF
Lelan Tiberus NF

(NF = Not Finished)

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Writing Gallery
All is Fair in Love and War
WOTW#3 2nd Place

Roleplay Post:
Incursio
WotWII-Lobby-Post1

Legends of Judah 1
Introduction to Legends of Judah

Anox and Celine
Some old writing of mine

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Guides/Articles

So You Want to Critique?
An Article on Critiquing

Removing Win 7 Home Security
An Article on Manually removing a dangerous maleware program

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Graphics Gallery
Gallery #1
Digital Paintings
Way Of The Warrior II logo

Quotes
Guru's Interesting Sayings

Music
Guru's Songs of Inspiration

[Guru]

All is Fair in Love and War

I once read somewhere that everyone has a reason to live. A purpose to life, and until now did I actually believe in such a thing. What reason did I have to believe in such preposterous ideas? After all, the World was Hell. Everyone lived. Everyone payed the price. No matter what you did and no matter how well you did it. It simply wasn't fair. Nothing was fair about this little glimpse of life we had. If there was a God, he would would be a little beady eyed eight year old boy who would gather ants to watch them burn as he hovered a magnifying glass overhead laughing with malice intent. What a fucked up way to suddenly feel sorry for all those frogs me and my friends would toss into the air in place of a baseball leaving them to fall into the oncoming batting item that we had found for the day.

Too bad there were no more frogs left. I'm kind of glad there isn't actually. I might feel convicted to lean over and apologize to the poor little bastard for scrambling the body parts of so many of it's kind, and then it would probably lean back over toward me and attempt to chew my face off with it's nuclear evolved gripping jaws of doom. Damn lucky bastard. We get wiped out and the damn frogs would get a place at the top of whatever fucked up food chain was left. That would just be my luck. Oh well... All is fair in love and war, or so they say.

That is what it was alright. A damn war. Who knew? Right? There only happened to only be a million and a half stories about the end of the world, not to mention the only excuse teachers ever made to me about going to that boring ass history class was because I quote, “So we don't make the same mistakes we did in the past.” Too God damned late for that. We war anyway. Hell, we were at war with everything. The earth threatened to suck us out with it's dying atmosphere. We were getting hit by comet showers every month it seems. Every country in the world seemed to have it's own vendetta against some country or another. God seemed to take a liking to Russian roulette. The damn kid nearly wiped his name out of existence when the church decided to try and take over the government. Everything went to Hell. Even the damn frogs.

Well, here we are now in the end of times. The only ones we had seen for days were those standing next to me. We were the survivors, if that is what you would like to call it. Though you must understand that everything we had ever lived for and aspired to accomplish in this so called life was flushed down the shitter. A huge ass Shitter. If that is what you call surviving, then I guess we take the cake because as far as I knew... We were it.

I watched John step forward cussing every step of the way as we walked across the barren wasteland that was now home. “Ah. Home sweet fucking home. Someone really needs to do some damn redecorating.”, John said followed by a series of shrewd cussing. It was how we talked now. “I don't think there is a mother around to bend me over and spank me for it.” John laughed. It was hard to believe that John ever wanted to be an English teacher with his 'New World Talk' that consisted of everything between 'fuck', 'shit', and 'ass'. The end seemed to have killed us in more ways than one. Dreams and goals were something of the past. Now we just walked for days on end hoping to come across some fresh food and water.

Right after him was Aaron. Aaron had been my best friend since... Fuck. Since when did time matter anymore. The only use of the word between us was, 'A matter of time before we were dead.' Then Aaron would follow it with the usual, “Fuck Time. Fuck War. Fuck God. Hell! Fuck us! And for God fucking sake... FUCK THE FROGS!” Yea. The frogs were something me and Aaron had an awkward obsession over. Hell, when there is nothing left I wouldn't be surprised if collecting sand wasn't your favorite hobby. Aaron, being the first up for a game up batting the frogs had wanted to be a baseball player as funny as that sounds. Me and Aaron would often laugh about the frogs. He'd say they had their own little piece of heaven over in what was left of New York. They had been trying to take the city back ever since it was built and now they have the biggest spa resort over there that money can buy over in God damn Yankee stadium. As lame as our frog jokes might have seemed it sometimes was the only thing that kept us going... especially after Melissa got sick.

Melissa. The love of my life. At least that is what I had often times wished. Melissa was the pride and joy of our little group and even before the war she would make sure that we got by. If we needed a hug, she'd be the first. Clothes on our back, food in our mouth's? Every time. Hell, the only thing we couldn't get from her was a piece of ass. Turns out she was a Lesbian. I couldn't stop laughing when I first found out. I mean... I had figured as much and it even hurt a little inside, but I figure that is exactly why I couldn't stop. I loved that girl to death. She'd bring home a new girlfriend afterward and I'd joke with her, “Hey!? What about me?” and then she would laugh and say, “All is fair in Love and War.” and then head off with her new love interest. It hurt. It honestly fucking hurt.

When Melissa got sick with the radiation or whatever it was, it was as if everything had changed. All our hearts were broken, but we did what we could to try and cheer her up. John would give her a massage and joke with her about needing to repopulate the world. She would laugh at him. Aaron would tell her, “You better get through with this, cause once we get to New York, we are having ourselves a big fucking banquet. BBQ-ed frogs.” and she'd laugh at him and say she rather cut off his dick and eat that instead. Then she would always turn to me and we would talk about whatever came to mind. Often times it was about the past. What we had planned to do with our lives. What we could have accomplished. What we would say if we ever found anyone else. The stories we would tell. John would laugh at us and say he would write the book. “But writing doesn't come easy.”, He'd say. “I might need a little blow job for some inspiration.” She'd tell him to fuck off and we'd laugh again. It hurt to talk about things like that, but it wasn't as if it didn't hurt already just talking to her. Everything hurt.

No matter how far we walked it felt as if we were walking in place. Everything looked the same. A barren wasteland of rubble and old buildings. A sky full of thick smog as heat poured down on us every step of the way. After so long of walking Melissa would remind us to stop and take a break and then she would cook up something that we had managed to scavenge up. “I gotta take care of my boys.” She would always say with the motherly look in her eye and a smile that made me want to fall to pieces every time I looked at her. No matter how sick she got she always managed to smile and when it all came down to it I knew she did it for us. If she didn't smile... then I don't think any of us could have managed the same.

We often ran across the charcoal remains of bodies littering what remained of streets. I think only once did we cry over the bodies. The remains of two teenage boys sat lingering on a sidewalk. Normally we would have passed them up, but John insisted on taking a look. We hadn't noticed till a few moments later that he was standing near the bodies crying. “Poor fucked up kids. Had a whole life ahead of them and they knew it.” His sobbing only worsened. “They died without a fucking care in the world and FUCKING HAPPY! They were fucking Happy! And WE survive, not them!” He walked away as we stared down at the faint expressions of smiles frozen solid by heat.

Sooner or later we finally made it to New York. We were excited but something in each of us ticked and soon we were quiet. We all wondered, What now? Was this the end of the road? If we finally made it, then what else did we have to live for? What was the purpose in this for us? Did we truly have no reason to live?

Yankee stadium looked like all the other buildings as we strolled up the gravel scattered sidewalk of the nearly half standing stadium that thousands of people would gather at every year for the games. It was now empty. Depleted of it's once former glory. I shied away at first. I didn't want this to be it. The end of the Road.

“Frog Buffet! Here we come!”, Aaron shouted letting his hoarse voice lighten up the city as he ran toward the entrance, followed by John with Melissa on his back laughing.

“Go get em' Frog boy!”, Melissa laughed.

I was still behind. I stood watching as they disappeared into the stadium. Oddly, all I could think about now was John's Cussing, Aaron's jokes, and Melissa's smile. Just thinking about it made me want to cry... but I didn't. Was there even a point for a so called survivor of the end of the world to cry? There was no one to hear except those who shared the exact same tears as you did.

A sudden odd sensation fell across my feet. I looked down to see a tiny line of ants walking between my toes. I wasn't sure what came over me at that moment but realization that there was something else alive, even if it was only the smallest of creatures, suddenly forced a bright smile across my face. It was so oddly beautiful. I stood staring for what seemed like ages at that tiny colony of ants. Maybe that little eight year old boy had some mercy in him after all. I soon followed the others inside.

“And to top it off, there is no God Damn Frogs!” Aaron shouted. Melissa was on the ground wrapped in a blanket with the other two hovering over her. I walked over with my hopeful smile.

“What is going on?” The smile faded fast as the look on Melissa's face seemed to say everything I had dreaded since we began our little walk. She was dying, and of course like everything else, there was not a thing I could do. I sat by her holding her stiffened hand trying to come up with some way to make the moment to never end. What was I supposed to do when--. I couldn't. I could not even think about it.

“Can we get you something?” John asked looking over my shoulder... with Aaron no where in sight.

“A flower”, She said smiling and then looked toward me. “Find me a flower.”

John sighed and turned looking around the stadium. “How do you expect us to find a flower? We haven't seen one this whole time we have been walking. Why do you expect that there is one here?” He questioned slightly irritated. Although I don't think he was mad at her. I think he was mad because he found himself unable to fulfill such a simple request, that years ago would have been easy.

My mind wondered to a small army of ants walking through this barren wasteland. “There is one somewhere.” I smiled, standing up. “I'll find it and bring it to you.” John gave me an odd glare and then I wandered off wondering where Aaron had went off to.

The sound of sobbing threw me off as I turned around from the ticket booth of the stadium. “I'm... Sorry. I'm so so sorry.” Aaron's voice came from not far away. I stared to see him bending over looking into a pile of rubble. As I stared longer, I noticed what he seen. “It was wrong. I know that. I was foolish. Then I travel all this way... and in the end, all I can do is apologize.” A small frog sat on a rock, it's throat expanding slightly and then going back as small croaks were heard. I found myself standing next to my old friend staring down at the frog that seemed to be staring back at us. My random thoughts of a frog will killer jaws seemed to diminish quickly.

“Me too.” I said, Aaron finally noticing me and looking up with bright red tear soaked face, his eyes pale. Suddenly the frog hopped onto a near by rock, revealing a small pink flower that sat under it in the a small hole, in the rubble. Aaron held his hands out, and the frog seemingly knowing exactly how Aaron felt, jumped into his hands. He smiled once more his dorky little smile that I remember him carrying so often when we were kids, and wandered off. Though we would look for him later, I never seen Aaron again, but something told me he was relaxing in a nice spa somewhere owned by frogs.

I raced back to Melissa, the small pink flower in my hand that seemed to light up everything around me as I walked, and even Melissa smiled as she seen me wander toward her with the small pink petals making themselves very known. She smiled as I placed the flower in her hand. “That is all I wanted to know. I wanted to make sure my boys were alright.” I then came to the realization that it was all about hope. It always had been. Her smile. The way she mothered us. The simple things such as a small pink flower guarded by a frog. She smiled toward me once again placing the flower back in my hand. “Come here.”, She said. I leaned in and received the first and last kiss I would ever receive from the girl of my dreams.

I chuckled a bit and stared at her eyes that seemed so immune to the death surrounding her. “I thought you were a Lesbian.”

She smiled. “All is fair in Love and War.” Then she died.

Afterward, my heart was broken and I realized that even if we ever did come across another person... I could never love anyone like I loved her. Me and John would go on our way. Travel the world if we must, but if your reading this now, then only that little eight year old kid could possibly know where we are now.

In the end I realized why we were the ones to survive. I am writing this to tell you that we do have a purpose. Every creature on this planet does. Whether we live to; Create a new way of talking no matter how bad it is, Write stories for blow jobs, Travel the world to look for that one frog left to apologize to, be the only survivors of the world's end, die smiling, protect a flower from the ravages of the world, Give someone hope even if you are the smallest creature alive, Fall in love over and over again with the woman of your dreams, or to make sure your boys are okay. The world is a tough place whether it is now or way back when, but in the end we all have a chance to make love or make war. It is our decision on how we live our life. All is fair... in Love and War.

[Guru]

(RP)Incurio Post1

The farmlands were covered in light frost as Oliver Bennett wrapped his cloak tighter around himself staring toward the old barn house in the the night. It seemed winter was upon the southern region and still his work was not getting any easier. Though he did prefer this compared to being stuck in the house with his mother and Charles who usually fought then found some way to pour the blame on him.

Charles Rolfe was his step father. A self righteous man with a severe attitude problem. It seemed however, that Oliver and his mother would be the only ones to ever realize that this was the case. Charles was the town leader. The big man on top in this small southeastern town, and as the big man everyone seemed to look up to him. He was a kind and charming man according to the majority vote. Before he married Alice Bennett, he was the by far the number one bachelor in the region. Every woman in the town wanted him, or at least his money. In a way, it was no wonder he had an ego half the size of the country, but as for the attitude... Well that came with the drinking.

Oliver had been about seven years old when his father died, leaving them the old shack on the far end of Capertown. It wasn't long after that when his mother met Charles. No one was sure what Charles liked in the widow. She was beautiful, but not unlike many of the other women in the town. She had a son, which no one assumed Charles even cared for children all that much. Of course, it wasn't till later that Oliver even began to put the pieces together.

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A small noise came from the barn causing Oliver to jump in surprise away from his thoughts. He waited for a moment to hear it again, but the second time a very different noise came. The high squealing matched the noise made by Charles' pigs, but this time in a much more distressful tone. Oliver stood wondering whether he should go find someone, but the thief may have taken off by then. Finding his way to the barn door, Oliver peeked inside seeing nothing much more than animals stirring. Silently he crept his way in, grabbing the nearest shovel and walking further into barn. “Who is there?” he said quietly. An eerie silence followed leaving Oliver standing completely still staring around.

'Clank'

Oliver turned to see the shadow of someone running toward the door of the barn. “Hey! Get back here!”, He hollered chasing after whom ever it was. “Someone! Call the Watch!”, Oliver hollered as he chased the thief through the village trying to keep his eyes on him through the darkness. Several flickers of lights came on in the houses, but it seems everyone was ignorant to what he had shouted as he paused watching the thief run into the woods. “Shit.”, he muttered deciding to follow not wanting to spend another night watching the barn.

He had been running through the trees for several minutes before he lost sight of the thief. “Damn it!” He hollered. “Get back here!”, he hollered into the forest as if the thief was actually going to, despite it's fleeing the first time. Oliver sighed heavily placing the shovel out in front of him and walking slowly through the brush.

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“How old is that boy of yours now Bennett?”, Oliver heard a soldier call out to his father as Oliver helped his mother fold laundry.

“Seven.”, he heard his father chuckle.

The soldier chuckled. “He is growing mighty fast. So is he going to grow up to be a fine soldier like his father?”

Oliver glanced up as his father as he spoke, “The wife doesn't really want him in all that business. She has him now over at the farmer's market helping. Mr. and Mrs. Carting have him working over in the fields. I guess she want to make a farmer out of him. Can't blame her. It is hard work, but much safer for the boy.”

The soldier glanced at him awkwardly, “Now that isn't the Bennett I know. Farm work? Psh. You have hundreds of farmers in this town, and if that boy has any of your genes, he'd make a fantastic solider. Besides, I thought you wanted him to be a soldier like his old man. What happened to that?”

His father chuckled and the two men walked off.

“What does a soldier do momma?”, Oliver questioned his mother.

His mother sighed placing the clothes on the table irritated, obviously hearing the conversation. “You know what. These clothes aren't quite dry. Lets go in and make you something to eat while we wait.”, she said with a quick smile as she grabbed his hand and walked back toward the house.

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The clanking of Iron on stone came as the shovel was knocked from Oliver's hands followed by thief jumping toward him nearly shoving him to the ground. Suddenly a blade was at his throat as a young man hardly older than Oliver himself stood at the other end of the blade covered in blood. A taint aroma drifted off the young man as he stared with a wild look in his eye. “Leave me alone.” The boy seemed to sob before dropping the blade and his entire body following suit as he began to cry.

Oliver stared blankly. "Is that... Pig's blood?" He said trying to figure out what to do.

“Only some of it.” The boy sobbed.

Oliver stepped back. “Who are you? And why are y--” He paused recognizing the clothing he was wearing. Light armor with the king's symbol engraved into it. “Your a soldier.” He spoke quietly now heavily confused. The boy could have stolen the clothes, but there were few soldiers he could have stolen them from being at his size.

“Was...” The boy whispered. “I joined this last year. Had been wanting to forever, but that was before...” He had stopped crying by this time and stared blankly at the ground. Oliver began to ask what happened, but he cut in already guessing his intent, “I couldn't handle it. Everything about it. Hell, I barely passed the test and when we actually went off to war...” He shuttered for a minute. “You ever see a grown man cry as blood is running from his body by being split in half by a mortar?” There was barely a pause. “I didn't think so. Neither had I till then.”

“Oliver! There you are!” Charles's voice bellowed out as him and several village guards broke into view. “Men. Grab the thief!”, he hollered and the guards obeyed.

“No. Wait.!” Oliver jumped over to Charles. “It isn't like that.”

“Like what?” Charles scoffed. “I can smell pig's blood on him from here.” He glared once more at the boy. “Whats this? Haha. A soldier gone Awol.” He said glaring at the king's symbol. “Even better yet! We will turn you in and get a handsome reward to pay for the pigs you have been slaughtering!” He snapped at the boy as him and the soldiers made their way back toward the village.

“Wait! Char--” Oliver began.

“You get home. Your mother is worried about you.” Charles called, ignoring him once again and continued back to the village.

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“Ha. He looks good in that armor. Looks just like you.”, the soldier said laughing.

His father chuckled holding the breast plate on Oliver so it wouldn't weight him down. “Yea he does, though he has his mother's eyes.” He smiled as Oliver stared at him. “You would make a great soldier. I bet you would even be just as brave as me too.”

The soldier laughed. “Brave? The first time you saw a little blood you freaked out. If I hadn't talked you out of it, you would have went Awol.”

His father looked up. “Maybe so but I think Oliver could handle it.” He said looking from the solider back to Oliver. “I don't know if I ever told you, but thank you. I wouldn't be where I am if it wasn't for you.”

The soldier smiled. “No problem. That is what friends are for. You know what. Your an alright man Bennett.”

“Than-” His thanks was interrupted by the entrance of Alice who now had an horror struck expression seeing her son in the breast plate.

[Guru]

Some of what I am about to tell you, you will never believe. Some of it, you will wish you had never heard. Other parts will bring you to tears and open your heart to a whole knew world of possibilities. Each and every one of you will see a different side to this story, because in this one story are many eyes. The eyes of a world lost to our own. Yes, outside our own world is many others. These worlds live in silence from one another. They worship many different deities and believe many different things. However, there is one world that sets itself apart from our own. This world is... Judah.

Judah wasn't once always known as such. It was a world with no name. One ruled and governed by Creation itself. Immortals plagued the realms along with fierce warriors; Some from the depths of the deepest Abyss. The people ruled themselves. When emperors rose, they fell within short time. The lands of this world became a fierce battleground. Men and monsters alike fought for many reasons. Some for fortune and fame, Some for their hearts, and others for more simple reasons. Lovers wept tears of happiness and those of sorrow. This world although immortal in the eyes of ourselves, is very much the essence of our own humanity. Our poor tortured souls.

It is hard to decipher when everything began. There is so much to share with you, and yet the stories never end. I guess we can say it began with creation, though that is hardly true in itself, for even before this existed powerful beings known as the Sacred who ran wild through an infinite space where they ruled outside the sphere of existence that was soon to come. Among these were Fate and Creation. Creation itself whom soon was to be given the name Rilla prospered in an all out war against the being known as Fate; whom would later become known as Airika. Though time was obsolete, it was hard to tell how long these two waged war till eventually a pact was made that would end the war and change the face of existence itself.


More coming soon...

[Guru]

[Guru]

Me discussing the tension between America and other countries.

Think of Mahz, being the egotistical powerhouse on RPG. Now lets call him America.

Then you call Bunnay(Britain), Guru(Ireland), Sinrus(Africa), Hank(Japan), MDK(Russia), Primeztime(Canada), and a bunch of other people other countries. Ok. We all know that Mahz has all the power... but when Mahz goes around acting a fool of himself.. .then of course people are not going to like him. Regardless, when shit goes down... and CodeGuru(China)... decides to do some crazy stuff that pisses everyone off... they are all going to call on Mahz to fix it and give him yet another ass whooping Ban. xD

After a long debate on who betrayed me.

Ok! I give up! It was me!!!!

I had this really great idea for this story... but to do it right, I needed someone to put blame on, and act like they were going to betray me... then I would kill whomever and make it look like a suicide, meanwhile the person that actually dies is my twin cause I hate his guts anyways.... and then boom! 3 days later I'm alive and well... and no one would have caught me if it wasn't for you pesky kids and that dog. *Points to Giant* xD

I wanted to call it, "The Bible".

I knew there was a reason I liked you.

I be Velma...just saying.

From IRC
15:58 Mr_Druggie: Guru is epic with his posts ^^

Guru keeps balance in the Internet's stupidity and intellect, for without one, it would cease to exist.

[Guru]

Mr Soccer
Played By:[Guru]

"Every absurdity has a champion to defend it."

Hi I'm Caleb Declan Ryans

According to the Doctor

My eyes seems to be Green
I didn't dye it! Blonde
Yes they're real! Many have seen it, None know it's origin. Son's Name
I can see to 5'9"
The scale says 170lbs
Don't tease me I'm Eager, Serious, loyal, committed, and secretive about some things
I do like to hear Just my real name.


Digging a Little Deeper

I'll let you in on my dirty little secret I have a son, in Ireland
The name makes me smile My Son and Ms. Gamer
This name is evil No one yet.
I want to scream it to the world Matchbox20- Real World

Thoughts at the Back of my Head

Don't pay attention to
Guru

Mr. Wrestler
Played By: [Guru]

"Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint."[/center]
Hi I'm Collin Henry Porter

According to the Doctor

My eyes seems to be Hazel
I didn't dye it! Brown
Yes they're real! Yea right. Not a fan.
I can see to 5'7"
The scale says 160
Don't tease me I'm Serious, Picky, Controlling, social
I do like to hear Collin or Henry


Digging a Little Deeper

I'll let you in on my dirty little secret I live with an alcoholic abusive father. My mother is dead.
The name makes me smile Miss Ballet
This name is evil Mr. Foreign Language
I want to scream it to the world Perfect- Simple Plan (Perfect song for him)

Thoughts at the Back of my Head

Don't pay attention to
Guru

[Guru]

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The Lion of Judah
Sky Osborne
Untainted Variation

Osborne by Yuchenghong

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[Guru]

__________Name Matrix__________

Name: Sky Tsh'Rael
Uses: Sky; The Lion of Judah
Alias:

• The Lion of Judah
  
• White Rose of Judah; The Legendary Sky Pirate

__________Physical Matrix__________

Sky Tsh'Rael and Lion-Ark

Race: Human
True Age: 23
Appearing Age: 23
Height: Six foot, five inches.
Weight: One hundred, ninety
Hair Style: Fauxhawk
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Shape: Almond
Eye Color: Honey
Skin Type: Smooth
Skin Color: White
Blood Type: A-
Handed:

Left: Minor

Right: Major

Ambidextrous:Sufficient

Tattoos:
Rose Print on Left Shoulder
Lion on his neck

--Identifies him as the fabled Lion of Judah

Scars: Scar on his left cheek bone
Birthmark: Claw-like print on his shoulder.

Perfections:

• His Mental strength is above average
• Master of Tactics

Imperfections:

• His strength, physical, is based on his stance; Becoming weaker or stronger
• His Defense is based on Stance; Becoming weaker or stronger
• His Speed is based on Stance; Becoming weaker or stronger

__________Psychological-Sociological Matrix__________

Mind State:

From a young age, he was born into the world of Sky Pirates.
He was trained at a young age to become the protector of his people, and can be very discerning. All though he doesn't express many of his feelings toward his younger brother, he takes a strong stance toward him simply being a kid and is often very protective of him.

Being a descendant of Ouroboros; he was afflicted with his essence in some part. Because of this, Sky's psyche split between his own and that of his Great-Grandfather. In this image, he is like his great-grandfather, wherein his psyche's have their own bodies. Rilla's multiple Psyches can also split into their own bodies as well, with a high risk of corrupting and damaging Sky's Psyche.

Personality: Discerning and thoughtful. He is most often calm, except in circumstances that are life-threatening in which the Chaotic Psyche of Rilla slowly corrupts his own.
Views: Views life as cruel, yet feels there is something more than the chaos that surrounds his own existence. Wishes this for his brother.
Mind’s World: Frost-Glazed Mountains

Class: Sky Pirate

Sub-Class: Artificer

Occupation: Sky Pirate - Judah Legend
Aligned: Good, albiet Chaotic
Martial Status: Single
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Status: Protecting his brother and his People.

__________Spirit Matrix__________

Spirituality: Born as a Sky Pirate, his spirituality was always within the law of the Sky Pirate. Strong order to keep things civilized.

Lion-ark A large white Lion, whose personality is similar to Sky's, in terms of his Discerning and protective nature.

World: A large, Seraphic Mountain. Large glaciers and snow cover the tips

__________Family Matrix__________

Family: He's close to some.
Father: Ares; he has heard many stories and tries to keep his brother from him.
Mother: Unkown
Sister: None
Brother: Terra; Sky is very protective over him wanting him to live a life without worry and battle. Regardless, Terra doesn't seem to share Sky's hope for him.
Grandfather: Ukami: Not close.

__________Armament Matrix__________

Armor:

Body: See image above. Infused with the 'Shocking Blow' Technique.

Primary Focus: Light Armor

Feet: See Image above. Infused with the 'Abundant Step' Technique

Hands: See Image above. They are infused with the 'Doublestrike' Technique

Lower body: Included in 'Body'

Necklace: Blue jewel infused with the 'Summon Familiar' Technique.

Wrist: Artificer's Bracer - Regardless of size, these bracers have 3 Augment slots for Artifice Orbs. Due to the Heavy magical properties, only 3 Orbs can be used per battle, due to needing to use heavy amounts of concentration to remove one. Small blades extend from the bracers allowing damage to be dealt from them, though they are hardly effective without being equipped with the appropriate Artifice Orbs.

Primary Weapon: Blade of Judah

Make: Shifting Sword - Artificer Sword

Maker: Unknown

Blade Length: Sixty inches

Overall: Seventy-two inches

Thickness:

• Flame Stance - 2inches
• Earth Stance - 5inches
• Wind Stance - .5inches
• Water Stance - 3inches
• Lion Stance - 3inches

***At Broad part of blades

Perfections: Able to shit to fit battle circumstances.

• Flame Stance - Improved Attack
• Earth Stance - Improved Defense
• Wind Stance - Improved Speed
• Water Stance - Improved Magical Properties
• Lion Stance - Creates and Aura sending the wielder into a Wraith like status; granting him 50% Incorporeal bonus while slightly increasing all properties. (i.e. Strength, Speed, Defense, Magical Properties)

Imperfections:

• Flame Stance - Decreases Magical-Like Properties
• Earth Stance - Decreases Speed
• Wind Stance - Decreases Defense
• Water Stance - Decreases Attack
• Lion Stance - Causes massive amount of Energy loss over time

Past:Origin unknown. Presented by Lion-Ark

Discipline: Blade Mastery
Sub-Discipline: Artificer Weaponry

Style: This sword contains magical properties infused by an Artificer. These magical properties are based on the Artificer's Stance Prestiges. They are as follows...

• Fire Stance
  
  • Fira Berserker - Adds fire damage to each attack. Allows the 'Flame Strike' Technique
  • Phoenix Enforcer - Allows the 'Phoenix Aura' Technique
  • Lion Stance/Red Avatar - Mastering the art of Fire, you have access to all fire stance Techniques. Allows 'Eyes of the Red Lion' Technique.
• Earth Stance
  
  • Quake Berserker - Blade becomes hardened. Allows the 'Quake Strike' Technique
  • Basilisk Enforcer - Allows the 'Bio' Technique
  • Lion Stance/Green Avatar - Mastering the art of Earth, you have access to all earth stance techniques. Allows 'Eyes of the Green Lion' Technique.
• Wind Stance
  
  • Aero Berserker - Adds Lighting Damage to attacks. Allows the 'Thunderstorm' Technique
  • Dragon Enforcer - Allows the 'Flight' Ability. Allows the 'Blur' Ability.
  • Lion Stance/Blue Avatar - Mastering the art if Wind, you have access to all wind stance techniques. Allows 'Eyes of the Yellow Lion' Technique.
• Water Stance
  
  • Blizzard Berserker - Adds Ice damage to attacks. Allows the 'Blizzard' Technique
  • Hydra Enforcer - Allows the 'Fluidity' Technique. Allows the 'Osmose' Technique
  • Lion Stance/Yellow Avatar - Mastering the art of Water, you have access to all water stance techniques. Allows 'Eyes of the Blue Lion' Technique.

Secondary weapon: Corrupted Nexus Blades

Make: Dark Twin Scimitars

Maker: Ouroboros

Blade Length: Thirty-Six Inches

Overall: Forty Inches

Thickness: Five inches

Perfections: Mana Infused blades, quickly draining massive amounts of blood and energy.

Imperfections: Heavy and Deadly to the user as well upon contact.

Past:Given to the Rilla Psyche by Ouroboros

Discipline: Ouroboros

Style:These blades have been infused with Artificer Magical Properties that have been corrupted. Only the Rilla Psyche can wield these. Do to the fused capabilities of these blades, a special stance is required.

Dark Stance - Allows the user to use 'Lesser Dark Arcana'
Lion Stance/Dark Stance - Allows the user to use 'Dark Arcana'
Lion Stance/Ouroboros Tainted/Dark Stance - Allows the user to use 'Greater Dark Arcana'

Sub-Discipline: Two-Weapon Fighting

__________Passive-Activated Arcana Matrix__________

Primary Arcana: Mana manipulation via objects

Explanation:As an Artificer, Sky has abilities allowing to to infuse magical properties into items. His primary use of his Artificer abilities are represented in the 'Blade of Judah' This specific blade's properties allow it to switch tactics and allow Sky to use arcana type abilities in battle based on the Blade's stance selection and prestige. A corrupted version of this can be found in the Corrupted Nexus Blades.

Classified: Artificer Arcana

Primary:

Innate:

• Stance Changes
• Aura of Good - Prevents Exhaustion, Sleep, and Fear like spells
• Abundant Step - Boots infused with Artificer magic allowing him to take leaps across a large amount of space in less time.
• Psyche split - Body becomes two, independent personas. Sky and Rilla. Rilla takes on one of 3 pysches. Each increasing a specific attribute; Speed, Strength, or Defense. Sky can also take on the 'Judaic Psyche'. It is believed this Psyche is controlled by the Lion-Ark due to it's strong presence and Holy Aura.
• Sword Shifting - Blade changes size based on Stance
• Immune to Elements based on stance
• Resistant to Magical Items
• Shocking Blow - Armor infused with Artificer magic allowing him to slightly resist physical blows and causing a small amount of damage to the attacker.
• DoubleStrike - Gloves infused with Artificer magic allowing him a 3% chance of double striking an enemy. (Roll 1d100 1,2,or 3 as a result are successful double strikes.)
• Summon Familiar - Necklace infused with Artificer magic allowing him to summon an Familiar once per battle.
• Infuse - As an Artificer, Sky can infuse objects with magical properties using Artifice Orbs. The number of Orbs usable on an object varies on it's size. Small; 1 Orb. Medium; 2 Orbs. Large; 3 Orbs. 3 is the max number usable on an object. Due to the nature of the Artifice Orbs, some can be fused to take on entirely different effects.

Activated:

FlameStrike:
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Phoenix Aura
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Eyes of the Red Lion
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Quake Strike
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Bio
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Eyes of the Green Lion
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Thunderstorm
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Flight
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Blur
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Eyes of the Yellow Lion
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Blizzard
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Osmose
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Fluidity
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

Eyes of the Blue Lion
Perfections:

• 1
• 2

Imperfections:

• 1

[Guru]

Tier Range: 3-7

Name:
Esras Vynir

Named after one of the earliest Teachers and Guardians of the Forsworn and member of elite Forsworn called the Tuatha Dé Danann, described as Forsworn with proficiency in every art. This Tuatha Dé Danann bore the Gáe Assail, also known as the Lightning Spear, one of the four ancient treasures of the Forsworn.

Stats
Strength: Average
Speed: Above Average
Defense: Average
Intelligent: Excellent
Stamina: Excellent
Charisma: Low

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 5’8"

Weight: 185bs

Hair Style: [See Image]

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Shape: Deep Set

Eye Color: Olive

Skin Type: Smooth, Some scars.

Skin Color: Light Brown

Blood Type: O

Hand: Ambidextrous, but often a little better with the right.

Tattoos: Marks around the Right eye identifying him as a Favored Guardian.

Scars: Small irrelevant scars mostly made from rocks and such.

Birthmark: Black Symbol above belly button

Aligned: True Neutral

Occupation: Archaeologist

Maritial Status: Single. Most Favored Guardians do not get Married, though some have held relationships. This is usually based on preference, but is a good generalization that they do no not.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race:
Forsworn

Race of beings born similar in appearance to a Human. Unlike Humans, each Forsworn is born under an ancient star that connects them spiritually to a specific ancient being. Forsworn usually are simple people living in many parts of the lands. They do not often associate with outsiders, much for preference rather than anything else. Often the only association they have with others is in trading herbs and spices, which many Forsworn grow up learning and growing. Most Forsworn have a scent of Lavender about them. Forsworn also grow up learning the art of Pi’Chu, An energy often represented in blue. They are often viewed as monks by outsiders due to the way they live similar to monks.

Class:
Guardian

The Ancients spirits connected to Favored Guardians have many different powers, and are each unique to the person connected to them. They often lay dormant till times of strife and tribulation, then are unleashed and forever locked into the Forsworn. Once this is done, is when a Forsworn establish the status as Favored Guardians. They have many of their own personalities making some more Chaotic or Righteous than others. Favored Guardians unlike most forsworn do not have a scent. They are said to be absorbed by the Ancient spirits within them. In addition, Pi’Chu of a Favored Guardian is represented in Red rather than blue as they are manipulated by their combined spirits. The Pi’Chu has different attributes as well being able to form more solid than a normal Forsworn, and rather than having an energy, about them, they are often completely negative an instead often form a kind of vortex within its layers, causing a suction of energy and Oxygen.

Personality:
Reserved, Adventurous, Confident

Esras keeps to himself in most cases, though is capable of leadership roles. He enjoys researching old arts and is probably one of the most knowledgeable Forsworn in the history of their people due to his research in the old lands of the Forsworn. Though he is very reserved, he is also confident in his abilities. In most cases he gets along with his spirit, though his spirit is very quiet and reserved. Above all these, he is very duty orientated. His problems are his own and will defy death to his last breath if he needed.

Equipment
Mask of Tuatha

Information: The Mask of Tuatha originates from the Tuatha Dé Danann. This organization of forsworn are known for their secrets and agents of the shadows. The mask is red and white when appearing normally.

Passive: You are surrounded by an aura of darkness. Shadows bend at your beck and call allowing the wearer to hide completely in the shadows and able to be unseen.

Sequence: In Sequence with Pi'Chu energies, the mask is able to hide any energy traces making the wearer the perfect Shadow.

Active: Activating the runes on the mask allow the wearer to create and Illusion of appearing differently.

Charge+1: This mask can be charged once per 5 turns from first charge. When a charge sets 1 charge above an incoming attack, the mask creates an 'Substitute Figure' that takes the attack instead.

Runic Mithral Plate

Information: The Mithral chain pieces consist of chest piece, bracers, shin guards. The Mithral aspect creates a light feel making the pieces durable without sacrificing maneuverability. Esras wears the chest piece under his clothes. The plate is imbued with several runic patterns.

Passive: Defensive functionality.

Sequence: In Sequence with Pi'Chu energies, it lowers energy/magic based attacks hitting the armor.

Active:

Runic Carve (Armor of Speed): Dramatically boost the wearer's speed.

Runic Carve (Elemental Focus): Lowers Physical defense in armor, but creates an elemental aura that absorbs 75% of an elemental based attack.

Charge+1:

Runic Carve (Elemental Focus): Once every turn, the charge of this rune can be increased, lowering the defense further and absorbs 100% of an elemental based attack if the charge is one higher than the attack. Charges can stack but are absorbed based on attack.

Clothing

Information: [See Image]

Passive: Warmth

Sword of Nuadu

Information: One of the four ancient treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann. The sword has a mist like attribute to it and also has a strange connection to Esras' spirit. The sword sends a wave of energy into the wielder's mind when it detects an additional unseen spirit.

Passive: Known as the Sword of the Mist, Nuadu cuts through objects like a mist, able to find it's way into the cracks and crevasses of armor shifting the the most vulnerable strike.

Sequence: In Sequence with Pi'Chu energies, Nuadu is filled with a vortex like attribute which drains oxygen and energies from what it strikes.

Active:

Mist: The Sword of the Mist repels a strong mist shrouding the user in the mist. The mist can cover large masses and continues to grow after activation covering entire battlefields. (This is roughly 2250 Cubic feet/ The size of an average room per post)

The Mist contains Forsworn souls that are imbued into the sword. These Forsworn are bound to the Sword in the same way a forsworn's spirit is. They excrete energies that hide energy signatures within the mist, but boost the user's sense of detection.

Charge+1: When the blade is charged one level above a defense or attack, the blade absorbs surrounding mist forming a second blade per attack. (xCharge=#of Blades)

Pi'Chu Blade

Information: The Pi'Chu blade is a pure black blade often given to Forsworn Guardians. These blades have Pi'Chu magically imbued into them making them strong choices against magical items or energy defenses.

Passive: P'iChu energies in the blade harms energy and magic based attacks.

Gáe Assail

Information: One of the four ancient treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Also known as the spear of lighting. The blade at the tip of the spear carries an odd blue tint. Along the spear are multiple runes carved into it.

Passive: The spear has an affinity with electricity, absorbing electrical charges.

Sequence: Thunder Storm: Used in sequence with Sword of Nuadu, Charges of electricity are formed into the cloud of mist creating a storm like atmosphere. The charges have a chance of stunning opponents in the mist. Occasionally, large bolts of thunder are excreted from the thunderstorm striking randomly at nearby objects.

Active: Using a rune on the spear, the wielder can absorb charges within the mist to create large bolts of lighting.

Active:

Electrical Strike: Activates Rune in spear to charge physical attacks with a charge of electricity.

Runic Summon (Lowl): A sluggish creature with thick rubber like skin. Extremely slow on land but swift and dangerous in water. It's mouth is lined with multiple layers of sharp teeth. The acids in the creature create a dangerous attack when it shoots them out often in defense. It is about the size of a thick fat dolphin.

Runic Summon (Digo): A short creature of 3 feet. Though he is physically weak, he is a master of Illusions. He is extremely slow, though his brain reacts to things quickly able to summon illusions at a whim.

Runic Summon (Mehrog): One of the spears only battle orientated characters. The hide on him is thick and powerful reflecting most attacks, magical and physical. He uses his brute force to push and knock over enemies and then proceeds to pound them with his massive feet. Mehrog is about the size of a elephant. His limitations include a very poor eye sight and is quite stupid.

Runic Summon (Mar-ka): A nimble dragon that avoids fights. It flies at high speeds and has an aura of invisibility allowing it and it's rider to fly hidden from site.

Runic Summon (Sídhe): A spiritual summon that takes no form. It's attributes are unknown. (Will not be unlocked till later in the multiverse.)

Charge+1: A charge of electrical attack one tier above opponent's charge creates a stun like effect.

Lia Fáil

Information: One of the four ancient treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann. It is also known as the Stone of Destiny. The small stone is immune to the effects of earth manipulation of any kind. Runes form a circle around the stone. The stone is said to be able to unlock an ancient crypt belonging to ancestors of the Forsworn.

Active: The stone acts as a map, detecting energy signatures given off by Forsworn marks.

Cauldron of Dagda

Information: One of the four ancient treasures of the Tuatha Dé Danann. A small empty cauldron also known as 'The Father of All'. The cauldron appears to be made out of the same substance as the Stone with runes marked across the inside of it.

Active: The Cauldron floods with with runic energies creating a magical liquid like substance used for scrying. This ancient cauldron is used also to make herbs and spices common to the Forsworn.

Abilities
Passive

• Forsworn Connection: Esras and his spirit are mentally connected, and can talk and interact with one another even while moving or away from one another. No time passes between these interactions. They are like split second thoughts they simply just know.
• Forsworn Bind: Even in death, Esras and his spirit are combined. There is no possible way to disconnect them.
• Forsworn Racial Attributes: They are Immune to poisons and sleep like effects. Due to connection to Ancients Spirits, they can have an above average body warmth that can keep them warm beyond normal cold temperatures. This does not include Extreme cold temperatures.
• Physical Split: Esras' spirit is able to leave his body. This does not disrupt ‘Forsworn Connection’.
• Favored Guardian Oath: Favored Guardians are sworn members of the Forsworn. Alive or dead, their souls belong to the Forsworn and cannot be drained. (Instead they go to become Future Ancient Spirits)
• Enhanced Intelligence: Once every 10 post, Esras' passive Intelligence grants him a chance to learn new Runes. Esras can also learn new 'Knowledge' abilities, but these are based on character circumstances involving ancient Forsworn. No moves can be learned during a fight, but possible after a fight.

Active

Ancient Knowledge:

Serei: An Ancient warrior of Light, the wielder of this knowledge is able to imbue weapons with a holy light that increases damage to undead, demon, and lycanthrope like characters.

Brochus: An Ancient of knowledge, Brochus was known as the young king. Fair, gentle, and worshiper of the Red Moon. With this knowledge, the wielder is able to summon 'Gawain'. Gawain is a black bird and adviser to the young king. Gawain can act as a scout, feeding his knowledge into the owner of this knowledge.

Anox: One of 3 princes of an ancient city of Eagan and Sky Pirate. They bore the crest of a golden lion. The wielder of this knowledge has understanding of Technological equipment.

Jacob: A tormented being, Jacob has suffered many incidents. A being of blood, the wielder of this knowledge is able to defend it's blood against diseases and foreign objects.

Runic:

Fehu: Rune of Fire. The rune appears on the user's hands allowing the user to manipulate Fire for 3 turns. This requires use and motion of the user's hands. Afterwards, the rune vanishes.

Uruz: Rune of Earth. The rune appears on the user's feet allowing the user to manipulate Earth for 3 turns. This requires use and motion of the user's feet. Afterwards, the rune vanishes.

Thurisaz: Rune of Sound. The rune appears on the wearer's wrist allowing the user to manipulate sound for 3 turns. This requires use and motion of the user's wrist. Afterwards, the rune vanishes.

Ansuz: Rune of Detection. This rune appears on the user's left cheek. The user is able to see auras of energies, magic, and lifeforce. Different types of energies are in different colors.

Raidho: Rune of Healing. This rune appears on the user's chest. This rune begins to heal whomever the rune is placed upon. However, this rune cannot be used in battle and takes a total of 3 post for the wearer to heal completely.

Kenhaz: Rune of Disruption. This rune detects magics, runes, energies, ect that attempt to block out the use of magical energies, items, ect. This can only be used once per battle, but last the for 15 post. This has a 3 post cool-down. This does not work on disrupting energies that require constant energy, only continuous passive-like energies that do so.

Gebo: Rune of Shield. This rune creates a barrier around the caster in an orb like shape. The Rune last for 5 turns and then the shield vanishes unless otherwise destroyed by something else.

Wunjo: Rune of Lockpicking. The rune is cast on a lock. As long as the lock is not magically locked, then the rune will unlock it.

Hagalaz: Rune of 1000 Needles. This rune summons a horde of a thousand needles that are fired from it. The needles are sharp and can easily pierce flesh, though not as effective against armor.

Nauthiz: Rune of Voice. This rune appears under the tongue of the user changing the user's voice at his will.

Isa: Rune of Phasing. This rune appears on the wearer's right shoulder. The rune causes the user to fade into an incorporeal status that only last 1 turn and cannot be reused for 10 turns.

Jera: Rune of Visibility. This rune appears in the wearer's eyes allowing the user to see in dark spaces and through mist like abstractions.

Pi'Chu: The general Favored Guardian Pi'Chu is a bright red color. It has the ability to meld like energy into an assortment of shapes sizes and uses. The energy can become extremely solid making nice shields to use against weapons. As a Favored Guardian, the Pi'Chu also gains a void like effect draining normal energies and oxygen.

Forsworn Spirit
Mathue

Name:
Mathue
Stats
Strength: Above Average
Speed: Excellent
Defense: Average
Intelligent: Average
Stamina: Average
Charisma: Average

Age: AoD: 47 Appearance: 20

Gender: Male

Height: 5’6"

Weight: 160bs

Hair Style: [See Image]

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Shape: Deep Set

Eye Color: Azure

Skin Type: Smooth

Skin Color: Light

Blood Type: None

Hand: Left Handed

Tattoos: None

Scars: None

Birthmark: Black Symbol above belly button (2nd Birth Birthmark)

Aligned: Neutral Good

Occupation: Forsworn Spirit

Maritial Status: Single. Forsworn spirits do no interact in that way.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Race:
Forsworn Spirit

Forsworn Spirits are ancestors of the Forsworn and often will come back to be the mentor of a living Forsworn. They act as guides in their lives and help them survive.

Personality:
Quiet, Calm, Reserved

Mathue is a pursuer of peace and though trained to use his fist as deadly weapons, even his attacks have a peaceful aura about them. He avoids interacting with others, other than Esras do to his shy nature.

Abilities
Passive

• Forsworn Connection: Esras and his spirit are mentally connected, and can talk and interact with one another even while moving or away from one another. No time passes between these interactions. They are like split second thoughts they simply just know.
• Forsworn Bind: Even in death, Esras and his spirit are combined. There is no possible way to disconnect them.
• Forsworn Racial Attributes: They are Immune to poisons and sleep like effects. Due to connection to Ancients Spirits, they can have an above average body warmth that can keep them warm beyond normal cold temperatures. This does not include Extreme cold temperatures.
• Physical Split: Esras' spirit is able to leave his body. This does not disrupt ‘Forsworn Connection’.
• Favored Guardian Oath: Favored Guardians are sworn members of the Forsworn. Alive or dead, their souls belong to the Forsworn and cannot be drained. (Instead they go to become Future Ancient Spirits)
• Martial Artist: Mathue is trained in Martial arts and often uses his fist rather than weapons.

Active

Pi'Chu strike: A fist strike in which energies of Pi'Chu dive into the spot where he strikes an opponent and cuts off the flow of energy, and chakra.

Pi'Chu: The general Favored Guardian Pi'Chu is a bright red color. It has the ability to meld like energy into an assortment of shapes sizes and uses. The energy can become extremely solid making nice shields to use against weapons. As a Favored Guardian, the Pi'Chu also gains a void like effect draining normal energies and oxygen.

Sequence: Mathue is able to sequence himself with Esras allowing him to move as he does. This also allows him to use his body parts in motions with Esras' body often either taking it's place or adding additional limbs.

History
Birth
Childhood
Teenage Years
Adulthood