Name: Real- Chad Formost Other-Invariant

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Appearance: Fairly tall, about 5’11 or 6 foot. Medium length blackish brownish hair that goes to above his ears. His eyes are a light blue. His chin is slightly pointed and his lips are slim. His noise is not large or smile about average size. The shape is pretty normal. (I included a picuture as refrance)

Personality: Chad is a happy fellow. Usually smiling and trying to cheer others on. He’s always happy to meet a stranger and help them. Even though close friends and family members have warned him that this trait might end up putting him in a sticky situation, Chad refuses to listen. Chad always tries to make others happy even if it means he isn’t. He would rather see somebody else with his own happiness.

Background: Chad’s family is one that is very loving and caring, always cheering him on and supporting him. In school he picked up playing the double bass and fencing. Throughout high school his older brother, Tony, convinced him to drop the talent of double and work solely on sword play. Chad, always looking up to his older siblings, did just that. Even though he still knows how to play double bass, he has practiced fencing more and more over the years. Everyday after school he would go and practice, always putting off his homework until last minute. At the start of his SR. year of highschool he went off and won the national championship. After nationals he went to Japan for about a month and tried for global. While he was there he picked up kindo and got 2nd in the global fencing championship.

Power(s): Chad only has one known power so far. It’s more of a social power. This power helps in social situations when he wants to seem more friendly, trustworthy and helpful. Example: A kid has lost her parents, Chad approaches. “Hello, what’s wrong?” Chad asks, concerned. The little girl seems weary of Chad and doesn’t want to answer. Chad smiles and actives the power he was given. Suddenly the kid feels more delighted around the stranger. She smiles back and tells him what is wrong.
This power could not be used if the person is a hostile and is trying to cause harm to Chad or anybody else.

Motives: Chad’s only motive is to see his friends home and help the world of Kite along with the Human world. As long as he does this, and maybe gets better and sword play along the way, he is alright. Knowing that he helped the world(s) is enough for him.

Mementos: The only things that came over with Chad were a small golden pocket watch his grandfather had given him before his passing had and necklace belonging to his great grandmother. The necklace was a small, silver, heart shaped locket with no pictures inside.

Name: Stannis "Stas" Krolikov

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance: Stas was unfortunately not gifted with jaw dropping features. He looks similar to the average Russian. Brown hair, which he maintains as a military buzzcut. He has a bit of an angular face, he enjoys being clean shaven, but at the time of transportation he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Resulting in a bit of a stubble. Dark brown eyes. He is fit and fairly well bodied, although he would have been at his prime if he were transported about a year before. He is somewhat short, standing at 5 feet, 3 inches.
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At time of transport, he is wearing his hiking attire. Olive green cargo pants, tucked into his combat boots. A grey tee-shirt with a leather jacket on top, with fur on the inside, keeping him nice and warm. He has a red ribbon tied around his neck and tucked into his shirt, hidden by the white Shemagh scarf, which is also tied around his neck.

Personality: Stas was raised with very good morals, but throughout his life he had come to learn that sometimes good is not always good. Despite that he always does his best to do the most good he can. Stas himself is a stoic person, most things strike as unsurprising to him, because of that he rarely shows strong emotion. He'll chuckle, smile a bit, frown a bit, scowl maybe. But the time when he is most animated is when he is doing something exciting. He often makes humor in the form of sarcasm and understatements, a friend of his once called Stas the king of understatements. This derives from Stas' simplicity, if something is broken, you fix it. No matter how complex. You take it one step at a time, and figure it out. If there is an obstacle, you get over it. Stas has a very practical mind, he likes to think about gears, machinery, how things work, problem solving, among other things.

Background: Stas was born into a Russian family living in the United States. Making him, well, a Russian-American. As a child, and throughout most of his school life he was a very quiet child. Making few friends, mostly just doing homework and playing computer games. This continued up until high school, where he joined the schools marching band. This is where he learned to socialize, to speak louder, how to laugh.
Then came college, he opted to go to a community college. Where he mostly was aimless in life, having no specific goal. With funds getting tight, he decided to put his education on hiatus and join the military to get some experience in life, and to get some extra cash. In the military, he became a US Army Ranger. He learned how to survive, to fight, earned some friends and a few scars as well. When he finished his tour of duty, he went home and continued his education with renewed vigor. Although he never really abandoned his lazy and procrastinating ways, which the military had failed to pound out of him. He went on with his hobbies of world building, playing video games with his crew, cooking, but now he had a few others. Notably doing work, keeping himself relatively fit, and going outside a bit more.

Powers: Upon waking up from the transportation, Stas will find a spear right next to him, on the ground. He recognizes this as Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks, a spear he made for a hero in one of his world building projects. When he grips it, he vaguely remembers the battles that Cazavar and its wielder, Sir Valik, has been through. It also emanates a certain chill, not quite a frostbiting cold but a perceptible few degrees drop.
Stas' ability is to bring things he thinks up of into reality, there are limitations to this however. It cannot be living, if he thinks up an apple and creates it, it will look like an apple and feel like one, but it isn't an apple. A person can't eat it, much less even cut it. As of right now, he cannot make more than one. He can summon a shield of whatever fashion he likes, what kind of material, what shape and its thickness, but he will feel its weight. As he can summon things, he can de-summon them, freeing up the space for something else. As he becomes more proficient with this ability, he will be able to more items, but the rule of 'it cannot be living' will stick no matter how powerful he becomes with this ability. However, learning contemporary summoning magic, with his own special summoning magic working in tandem, he may be able to summon a living being, or a few. Every item he summons will have a faint white aura glowing around it, it aids in distinguishing which is summoned and which is not.
The exception to the rules above is Cazavar, the spear the appears next to him when he first enters Kite. The spear is for all intents and purposes, the real Cazavar. However, it appears to not be quite in tune yet. The original would have the strength of the icy mountain peaks behind it, being able to pierce all but the most powerful of enchanted armors. However, the current one at the time of transportation is mostly a normal spear that looks like the genuine Cazavar. As Stas' becomes more skilled with the use of the spear, its power will grow with Stas' own power. Eventually, becoming the one and only Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks.


Personal Motive: Stas is conflicted about staying or leaving. On one hand, he would be leaving everything he had ever known, on the other, he would be living in his dream come true, basically. He hasn't made his mind up yet, however, he had been brought here for a purpose. And he will find out for what, and if he deems it just, he will see the task through.

Mementos:
-A red ribbon, about a meter in length, roughly 4 inches wide.
-A white patterned Shemagh scarf.

Coco was born in the ghettos of Philippines, the third of five children. He lost his youngest brother to the ocean after a fishing trip when he was six, and his eldest brother was sent to live with their aunt in the city so he could go to school. Every summer the eldest visited and gave the three brothers lessons. For the most part the family made their money the same way the others in the neighborhood did, by gathering trash and trying to sell them off. Sometimes their mother would make something edible that they could sell, and if they were lucky and the food became too spoiled for sale, the brothers could split it between themselves to eat.

When Coco was nine, he met his first American. He was tall- taller than his father who he once thought to be the tallest man in the world- and had a pink head with glittering gold hair. He teased with his two brothers that the man was like a very large baby. A very large and hairy baby. Needless to say, the American piqued the interest of the neighborhood kids, they followed him around with curiosity. The man, as it turns out, was a photographer for some magazine. He took a shining to Coco's older brother and spent a lot of time with him- and despite Coco's expressed interest in learning photography as well, he was never included in their time together.

And perhaps he didn't want to know. When he was eleven and the man came once more for his yearly visit, Coco saw something strange and foreign from the window of the man's run down apartment. He wasn't sure if his older brother had been doing this every time or it was just that one time and he'd just happen to see it, but Coco was sure that it was disgusting. Shooed away by the landlord, the young boy scampered off.

A year later he confronted the man. He spoke softly. His voice was deep and convinced Coco he made a mistake, he wasn't a bad guy. But when the man tried to urge him into his room to have a talk, something rattled in Coco's bones. It didn't feel right. He was still small then- smaller than he is now- but he was energetic. In his tugging and pulling an fighting and wailing, Coco was in an adrenaline rush. He didn't even realize he blacked out till he woke up in his bedroom with searing pain in his right eye. Apparently in the struggle he'd gotten hit with a bottle, shards cutting into his eye.

His mother thought he lashed out and often apologized to the man when he came by. She was happy that he was still willing to give Coco's older brother lessons despite Coco's "outburst", and expressed it by sharing with him food that they barely had. Coco became more reliant with his younger brother, who helped rehabilitate his new half sight and played games with him. They often went around trying to sell rubbish in the city, spending whatever meager coins they earned on hot foods that they split between themselves.

When the eldest came home that summer, he noticed the divide- Coco and his younger brother always together, the older of the two seen more with other kids their age. He tried to make peace between them, befriending Coco and his older brother. This happened over a span of a few years, and when it seemed as though Coco's reliance shifted towards the eldest, the younger brother started to worry. See, in the family, there was a line of command- naturally from mother to father down to the brothers. Because of Coco's situation however, rather than oldest to youngest, the commands went from eldest, second eldest, younger brother, then Coco. Not usually having been this way, the younger brother obviously enjoyed being able to push on his chores to someone else for a change. So when Coco started being reliant on the eldest, the younger brother became intimidated. He caused a situation where he reminded Coco that he was the one Coco needed. That the eldest was weak and unreliable.

Despite his efforts, Coco was taken away at the age of eighteen by a man from the city. At this point, it was evident that Coco had long stopped growing and had started forming his way of life- rely and cheat. The city man found his childish appearance and all-knowing eye to be mysterious, paying off his parents in exchange for Coco. He never heard from his family again, much less saw them spare in the crowds of the city where the faces melted into familiar ones.

It was his first time in the city, and it was no different from the ghettos spare the tall buildings and the many automobiles. There was still trash everywhere and peddlers everywhere and children as small and hungry as he was. Coco lived his life in the city as the city man's money maker- he was dressed in fancy clothes and thick paint and made to dance or sing (though he only knew the small rhyming songs for street games so that act was cut). Foreigners visited and though Coco had long been disillusioned by blonde hair and pink skin, it would've been a lie to say he didn't enjoy being petted and called lovely. It was here that the chopped up English he had learned was smoothed out and cleaned. He learned bits and pieces of other languages too (he likes to say danke, though he doesn't know what languages it is), but his English really smoothed out. He even faked accents now and again, though they were bad and his Filipino ring still came through. Somehow the whole thing was called off after two years into it, and Coco found himself wrapped up in a blanket and being carried away by the city man. Apparently the money that'd been put in was supposed to be for his eye surgery which even he didn't know about, and someone had reported him for child trafficking (which was strange to Coco who didn't know what the word meant and also didn't know there were other children involved).

The two found themselves in the streets and quickly lost the money they'd earned with the city man's panicked spending and though Coco danced, the people simple walked by- there was nothing interesting to watch there. Just another hungry child desperately making money. Coco pushed the city man to rob several convenience stores and even suggested to do it himself, but the strong money maker of a man had fallen into paranoia. He couldn't decide between "Yes rob them, give me their money" or "No, we'll get caught don't do it." So Coco got angry and broke the man's legs with a pipe in his sleep before running off on his own.

It became a sort of back and forth of him being handed from one tricky mind to another, Coco learning the way they spoke or thought so that he could become a fitting right hand. Any time they showed a bit of hesitation or weakness- be it in physicality or mentality- Coco would leave.

Once, he found himself alone without him meaning to- a robbery had gone botched and the police saved him, the "hostage", from his source. Coco cried and followed after the police officer who tried to lead him to his parents, and managed to escape. He was twenty four and lost, not having planned this escape. An array of bad luck hit him like a storm. His natural mysterious charm failed to attract any one willing to take him in- a child began to be seen as a burden and no one dared think Coco was anything more. He made his living by picking the pockets of dead people in the gutters, selling rubbish for a coin. It seemed he hit the jackpot, however, when he found a body with a box of unopened cigarettes and a lighter. Each cig was a coin more than usual, and to celebrate, he kept the lighter with him. It seemed to bring him luck, as immediately after he sold his last cigarette, a woman offered him half her sandwich. She then took him under his wing and Coco's familiar rotation started up once more.

Name: Edwin Gordon
Age: 23
Sex: Male

Appearance: Standing at 165 cm and 59 kg Edwin is lean with the build of someone who has done long distance running most of their life. Platinum blond hair cut in a Pompadour style with streaks of cobalt blue dye spiraling throughout perfectly matching his striking eyes. Wearing a slightly paint stained white dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows and navy blue jeans Edwin isn't exactly the cleanest figure, but he looks comfortable and content. Edwin's hands, while not thick and strong, are heavily scarred and calloused. Wood splinters, soldering iron burns, chisel cuts, Edwin's hands have seen all sorts of injury.

Personality: Edwin is an artist. He loves art and sculpting in particular. He has seen some success in making a profit, but is personally never satisfied with his own work, thinking that he could have done it better. On a bad day this can make him surly, but he usually calms down by about midday.

Background: There really isn't much to say about Edwin. There is no deep dark secret or reason that he does what he does. He is his mother's son, an artist to the core. The main difference is that while his mother painted Edwin sculpted. His mother while not world renowned had carved out her own little place in the art world and in recent years has only painted on commission. Edwin still bright-eyed tries to break into the sculpting scene with his menagerie of mythical creatures made from clay, stone, wood, paper and metal. His father is where Edwin got his good looks, perfect hair, love of Elvis Presley and music in general.

Powers: Arriving in Kite made Edwins hands extremely durable and has allowed him to breathe life into his sculptures. That little wooden sculpture of a horse? He can make it into a 'living' golem. The quality of the sculpture dictates its strength (eg. the little wooden horse would be better if it was painted or if clay had been built around it for flesh. It would be more durable, able to run faster and would act more like a horse). This is also limited to what he himself makes. He couldn't walk up to an ancient statue and make it fight for him.

Personal Motive: Edwin rarely admits his own ambition, but truth be told is that more than anything he wants to make a sculpture so perfect, so lifelike, that people couldn't tell the difference.

Mementos: 1) A wad of clay, roughly fist sized, that Edwin likes to play with, occasionally making little animals with it. 2) A small sculpting scalpel for fine details in clay and wood.