Name: Farris Aran.

Gender: Female.

Age: Looks like she's on her late teens to early twenties, but her real age is close to a thousand years.

Title: Herald of the Collapsing Warcry.


Height: 160 cm.

Weight: 60 kg.

Hair: Past waist length wavy silvery-blond hair, that gets a bit messy near the crest.

Eyes: Deep red eyes like those of an albino hare, she generally has an impassive or commanding stare, but they can show softness and compassion on the right situations.

Skin: Dark chocolate-brown skin, with the characteristic traits of one born in the lands once called Ethiopia by the ancients; despite the many years she roamed the desert regions of her homeland, her skin keeps its smoothness because of the Flame Haze contract.


Personality: Farris is a solemn and serious person, having a demure aura around her. Like anyone who has lived for as much as she did, she learned to appreciate the bigger scene over bouts of rampant emotion and thus values plans and strategies to a great degree.

She's a loyal, but ultimately stubborn person, whose past experiences made her value freedom and abhor any form of injustice imposed by the rule of strength, where those with power have the right to rule over the weak. Farris' biggest shortcoming, is the grudge she holds against The Burning Agitation, one of the most dangerous Crimson Lords alive, sometimes she can go near Berserk if there's proof of his involvement in a scenario she's in.

Likes: Sweets, drinking, jazz, deserts.

Dislikes: The Burning Agitation, tyranny, slavery, cold weather.

Quirks: Hard drinker, Can go berserk at the minor mention of the Burning Agitation being near, has a very good singing/oratory voice.

Brief History: Born nameless and to a low chaste family, on the lands that once belonged to one of the biggest Empire's of the world, which had seen its days of glory long before the girl that would become Farris Aran was born, it was no surprise that she knew the life of a slave from a very tender age.

Little to no memories of that time remain on Farris' recollections, mostly because there was nothing to remember besides the gruelling work and constant threat of abuse in case someone found out that she was hiding her gender. The only thing that Farris will not forget is the day she met the Denizens of the Crimson World for the first time...

It was just a small Rinne, almost hilariously weak from a Flame Haze's standards, but to normal humans it was death sentence, were not for Crokel manifesting at the right time and proposing a contract to her (since his previous Flame Haze had just been defeated in a fight against that Rinne's Lord), Farris would have joined the others from the slave camp, thankfully it didn't happen.

Farris would gain her name while fighting beside a Roman Flame Haze named Mauritius, centuries after she had been made into one by Crokel, while joining a Flame Haze campaign to fight off one of Ball Masque's schemes on Gaul lands. That was a few days before her whole platoon was decimated in an ambush led by The Burning Agitation, Haborym, their doom spelled as soon as they stepped into his Burning Field. Farris is survived when Mauritius pushed her into a river, down a deep valley, but after that battle she has been setting ways to avenge her fallen comrades in vain for hundreds of years, every time she manages to find the General's trail only failure come out of it.

One day however, she'll defeat the two-headed Crimson Lord with her own hands, she'll not ready until it's so.


Weapons: A falchion made of Damascus steel, it shines with a pale blue glint characteristic of that alloy when light hits the blade in the right angle.

Color of Flame: Steel Blue.

Powers:

* Earth Awakening: Crokel's power allow Farris to move and shape masses of earth and rock, creating complex shapes out of it in a way similar to the Guardian of the Steady Passage, Samuel Demantius and his Crimson Lord, The Peaceful Shield of One's Scales, Zirnitra.

However, Farris' and Crokel's power is focused on a more "organic" aspect, like their speciality, the Terracotta Soldiers, an army of moderately powerful Rinne under the command of Crokel and Farris.

* Thundering Call: Crokel's power is the ability to draw upon the mighty of the rumbling earth, producing powerful barrages of low frequency sound that hit things with destructive force. To activate this power, Farris needs to shape an area of the ground in the form of a great set of horns, connected to the earth bellow by tubes and these horns are the ones who actually cause the destruction with their bellowing call that can rip flesh from bone and tear apart any building.

Unrestricted Spells:

- Flight; allows the user to fly.

- Seal; places an area inside of a seal.

- Restoration; restores a sealed area to its original state, including the creation of Torches, the greater the damage to be undone, the more power of existence will be consumed.

- Purifying Flame; uses the power of her Crokel to heal from wounds at a faster rate as well as remove any impurities off her body, including normal dirty.

Equipment: Nothing of particular importance.


Name: Crokel.

True Name/Title: The Thundering Earth Call.

Gender: Male.

Keepsake: A pair of Gold/Silver pins, that Farris usually wears as cufflinks.

Personality: Crokel usually is the stoic type, speaking little and thinking much, but when he speaks his words always carry an air of power behind them and it's as if his very voice could sunder the earth. All things considered he's a friendly but aloof Crimson Lord thanks to the world weariness that comes with the passing of ages.


Theme: TBA.

Others: Nothing, for now.

~Kiara Bastion~

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Name: Kiara Bastion
Gender: Female
Age: Physically appears around 19 though her specific age is guessed to be older than that.
Title: The Unilyst of the Court
Height: 155 cm
Weight: 53 kg
Hair: A dark brown coloration, dark enough to almost be considered black. She keeps it long and straightened to the point where it flows easily down her back.
Eyes: Light blue that can transition whenever she uses her Flame Haze powers; when doing so, her sclera becomes a deep red hue.
Skin: Fair and light.

Personality:
Originally a staunch advocate for "justice and truth", the harsh reality of the world has made Kiara a bit cynical over the years. Despite this, she still cares deeply for the people most close to her and still retains a sense of duty when it comes to helping out other people. She likes to keep up an image of carelessness and humor, especially in the midst of combat. However, this free nature of hers can lead to dangerous results when faced with an enemy's intent on killing.

Although generally working alongside any Flame Hazes she meets, Kiara very much has her own agenda, though it's nothing for her fellow partners to be concerned with. All she wants is to keep her world safe; helping out the other Flame Hazes is just the best way to go about that. She does not view herself as inherently good as she does not believe in a world so black and white.

If something seems like the right thing to do, she will do it, even if it does end up causing trouble later down the line. In this respect, she can appear naive and sometimes even selfish. But in the end, she'll use her blade only when it is backed by her full resolve and devoid of doubts.

Likes: Blueberries, music of all kinds, detective stories.
Dislikes: Conflict, being kept in the dark, cherries.
Quirks: Usually has an mysterious aura about her, as if she knows more than she lets on. Whether this is true or not is hard to tell, but she covers it up by smiling. Alot.

History:
A girl who has no recollection of her past life before becoming a Flame Haze. Memories are few in between, especially in the last majority of her life. Instead, all she has to go by is a name and a strange sword. Taking up the weapon known as Volunta in hand, Kiara wanders the earth in search of purpose and identity. In that time, she has found allies in several Flame Hazes across the land. Whether she has recovered her memory and is merely feigning amnesia is a different issue entirely.

Weapons:
The Volunta, named after the Crimson Lord, is a Japanese chokuto with two three-barreled revolvers melded onto each side of the blade above the weapon's guard, with a dark blue coloring patterned on the hilt. The weapon can fire out short bursts of blue flame that can propel the user, giving them speed and distance. Furthermore, the melded guns can fire off shots of fire and the user can slice crescent waves at the enemy. Other than that, it's retains the functions of a regular sword.

Finally, Kiara possesses one final trick in her arsenal; a desperation attack where she charges forward and plunges the Volunta into an enemy's chest. The weapon will then drain that being's very power of existence away. However, the technique itself drains away her own power of existence if used, so she must ensure that her target gets taken out with the move in order to survive the attack.

Color of Flame: Blue.

Powers:
-Fang of Volunta: With assistance from Volunta, Kiara can manipulate her blue flames and release it through her weapon. As such, she is able to fire crescent waves of fire or bursted shots for long range-capability.

-Eyes of Volunta: By syncing with Volunta, Kiara can enhance her vision to see the central point of existence within other beings. As such, this power gives her insight on where to best strike in defeating a foe. When in this state, the sclera of her eyes becomes a deep red hue though too much exposure gives her the risk of turning blind.

Unrestricted Spells:
-Synthesis: Kiara retains only one unique spell, and that is the ability to make others forget her own existence. She can apply this in a number of ways, even in combat situations. She can appear and disappear in flashes of great speed and dodge attacks, not because she is ungodly fast but because she can make the enemy forget in brief moments what they are attacking. As such, it’s not uncommon for onlookers to be amazed at her impossible feats when in reality, they are merely forgetting Kiara's existence in that time frame.

This spell of course must be monitored at all times. Synthesis is a power directly tied to Kiara’s emotional output. Therefore, she must be careful, lest she accidentally erase her own power of existence from people’s memories permanently. Fortunately, her power existence can be replenished in worse case scenarios by utilizing the final function of her Volunta.

-Seal: Places an area inside of a seal

-Restoration: Restores a sealed area to its original state, including the creation of Torches, the greater the damage to be undone, the more power of existence will be consumed.

Equipment:
Nothing particular at the moment.

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~Crimson Lord~

Name: Volunta
Title: The Fang of Will
Gender: Female
Keepsake: A silver necklace kept at all times around Kiara’s neck. In the center is a small, blue jewel.

Personality:
Volunta matches the personality of her Flame Haze and it’s not uncommon to hear rumors that the two have influenced each other in manner of speaking and actions. She mostly keeps to herself, trusting in Kiara to confidently speak for the both of them. When she does make her mind known, she does so with independence and a desire to help, though she will always put Kiara as the first priority.

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~Theme~

Name: Nadia Pan

Gender: Female

Age: About a few hundred years old (which makes her still a relatively new Flame Haze), but appears to be around 18 or 19.

Title: Siren of Coming Storm



Height: 171 cm.

Weight: 62 kg.

Hair: Platinum blonde and reaching all the way down to her mid thigh. She where's her hair in two pigtails, one braided and decorated and the other hanging loose and free.

Eyes: A vibrant orange-brown, bright and cheerful as they often glimmer in the sunlight. It's as though you were looking into the surface of a pond or lake.

Skin: Fair and glimmering, often times looking softer than any silk. Her outward appearance is not what one would expect of someone so forceful, yet due to her contract her skin remains silky and smooth despite the use and abuse it goes through regularly.

Image or Description:




Personality: Nadia is essentially the type of person that would push you into the water to teach you how to swim. She is very straightforward and confident, as well as an energetic and bright young woman. She is always willing to show off her strength and is very willing to get the job done with brute force if it gets faster results.

Likes: Fish, water, beaches.

Dislikes: Cold weather.

Quirks: She is often very blunt with others, which can often lead to accidental offense without mal intent.

Brief History: Nadia spent most of her life living with her mother in China, only knowing that her father had been somewhere in Europe for some time. She was alright with it for some time, but one day curiosity got the best of her. She packed her bags the night before, leaving for Europe early that morning. All she really remembered was waiting anxiously in the trainstation, shoulder to shoulder with the strangers around her.
And everything after that was a blur. She could barely recall being “saved”, and yet it felt so natural when it came to battling the Denizens. And so she never questioned her role, simply enjoying the gifts that had been given to her. She soon forgot about her desire to explore Europe, or why she ever wanted to in the first place. The only thing encouraging her to leave China being a request to take down a rather powerful Crimson Lord. It sounded fun, and who knew what kind if fun Nadia could find in the states.



Weapons: A hulking, bronze warhammer, engraved with patterns of waves and fish on the sides and down the shaft. Despite its hulking size and Nadia’s fragile appearance, she can hold and use the weapon with surprising ease. Also, the shafts can break into chained links in which she can use to either grapple around enemies or merely add some range to her blows.

Color of Flame: Aquamarine

Powers:

• Water Manipulation - allows Nadia to manipulate water to her will, summoning sudden waves or sudden plumes of mist to cover an area. However, do to her still evident inexperience, she can only ever do just those things, yet to truly master her abilities and control water further.

•Enhanced strength - as the name implies, Nadia has a supernatural strength, allowing her to carry and swing around her hulking hammer with ease.

Unrestricted Spells:

• Seal - places an area inside of a seal.

• Restoration - restores a sealed area to its original state, the greater the damage to be undone, the more power of existence will be consumed.

• Float - makes Nadia or the target as light as a feather, allowing them to manipulate through the air more easily, leap to great heights, or land lightly after falling from a great distance.

• Purifying Flame - uses the power of Longma to cleanse and heal her body.

Equipment: N/A



Name: Longma

True Name/Title: Cryer of Oceans

Keepsake: An azure earing in the shape of a water droplet, located on her right ear.

Personality: Longma is a man of few words, acting more as support than anything else. Due to Nadia's charge first, think later attitude, Longma makes sure to warn her of danger from all around, covering her back in a sense. Other than that, he remains silent, only occasionally chiming on with important information or quips of wisdom.



Theme: TBA

Others:

Name: Douglas Yeats

Gender: Male

Age: 18, both physically and legitimately.

Title: Anonymous Millennial Upstart Pretender

Appearance:

Height: 165 cm

Weight: 65 kg

Hair: Rough and uncared for, Douglas has brown hair which is rather messy at all times. He does bother to get it cut if only to prevent it from annoying his eyes.

Eyes: Hazel

Skin: White skin gone pale from constantly being in his room all day.

Bio

Personality: Douglas Yeats is a man of few words. He is shy and unsociable, shying away from people and strangers – which comprise of almost everyone else except for him seeing as the number of beings he would not consider “strangers” could be counted on one hand. He takes refuge in his room at all times, only coming out for the purposes of gathering food or under an important, life-threatening situation. If others are speaking he will usually shy away in a corner and wait until whatever they are discussing is over before saying whatever it is he had to say. He does his best to stay unnoticed at all times.

On the internet his personality undergoes a complete transformation. Hiding behind a username he is usually assertive and capable of making swift decisions, managing information and disseminating them as needed. He is also extremely talkative, being very active in chatrooms, exchanging jokes and talking about various subjects with other members, from the mundane to the serious. He is extremely analytical and what he lacks in combat ability, strength, swiftness and power he makes up for in intelligence, observational skills and a little bit of healthy paranoia.

Despite his shy demeanour outside of a computer screen, he is still a believer of protecting those around him – even if they don’t know it. He considers himself something similar to a mysterious benefactor and will not hesitate to set aside his fears when the chips are down. It is every other time that is the problem.

Likes: Technology, everyone on his website, the comforting feeling of a blanket in a cold snowy morning, Rum raisin ice cream.

Dislikes: Leaving his room, Hawaiian pizza, cyber-attacks on his website, power outages.

Quirks: When waving someone in greeting or farewell Douglas will always use his left hand instead of right. Seeing real fire, no matter how controlled, immediately triggers his fight or flight response.

Brief History: The idea that there are monsters who could devour one’s very existence with the victim being completely helpless – potentially not even realizing it – and the fading from existence, completely forgotten by the world is, especially to a seven year old, utterly terrifying.

Nevertheless, it was precisely what seven year old Douglas Yeats was forced to contend with.
Born in New York, Douglas lived with _____ and _____ who had a loving, stable family with him. Each day _____ would wake him up and go to the kitchen with him where _____ would be waiting for him with a smile. Living like any seven year old should, Douglas simply went to school, played around, got into scrapes and grew up normally.

One day, heading out into the shopping mall with his _____ and _____ he got separated with them and was crying in the middle of the plaza. It was a kind elderly gentleman who came to his aid and helped to rescue his parents. During their time together he calmed Douglas by telling him a story – a story of heroes and monsters, of villains who ate the existence of humans and heroes who stopped them. It would only be after it was too late that Douglas understood that the gentleman who helped him was a very, very irresponsible member of Outlaw who naively believed that, to Douglas, such a thing would only ever be a make believe story told to a child. But in terms of the world, it was enough. Douglas had “knowledge” of the underground war.

Which was why when _____ and _____ disappeared, he was convinced that everyone around him was crazy. How, after all, could the world have spontaneously forgotten his parents? As the police were puzzled over how this child could have appeared out of nowhere, living in an apartment completely empty and deserted except for a few drawings on the fridge and a clean child’s room he was approached by the same gentleman as before who claimed to be his uncle. Following him to Boston and moving in with him, Douglas took a very long time to forget the complete vanishing of his family.

Struck by complete fear over the revelation that the stories told by the man were true and that there were monsters that could make him vanish without him even realizing it Douglas completely barricaded himself in the room the man left for him. Although he tried to coax Douglas out several times Douglas was adamant in staying. As if accepting that, his “uncle” instead bought Douglas a computer so that, at the very least, he could touch the outside world through the internet. Having a distraction for the first time in his life, Douglas began to become immersed in computers. For him, it was more than a hobby: It was a lifeline, something with which to distract himself from the reality that a shadow war raged in which he could constantly be collateral damage in. Soon, in lieu of science, history and mathematics he became skilled in programming, hacking and cyber security.

When Douglas was fifteen his Uncle returned home from work and asked a request of him. He explained that, as technology moved forward he wanted Douglas to help him build an online network to better help the human members of Outlaw, the organizations which supported Flame Hazes. Douglas did so, creating several layers of security, from firewalls to cover sites which made everything seem like the discussion of a group of fantasy enthusiasts.

And thus, under the administration of Douglas, who took the username “Anonymous Millennial Upstart Pretender” and his Uncle, who took the username “_____,” Hazenet was born.

One year into Hazenet’s launch, Douglas was getting dressed to go outside, excited to leave the apartment for the first time in a while. His uncle had promised to take him out and treat him to a nice dinner to celebrate the first year anniversary of Hazenet. Reaching for his Jacket, Douglas suddenly stopped.

Why was he getting dressed? Why was he going outside?

Hesitating for a few moments, it was then that he finally recalled his uncle. Fearing the worst, he immediately logged into Hazenet and found the usual entrance page with a welcome message from Anonymous Millennial Upstart Pretender, the site’s one and only admin.

The user “_____” did not exist.

The user “_____” never existed.

Realizing what had happened and that his uncle must have fallen prey to the monsters he called “Crimson Denizens”, just like _____ and _____, Douglas remained a shut in since. With the death of his Uncle, there was no one who remembered a person such as Douglas Yeats existed. That was alright with him. No one knew who “Anonymous Millennial Upstart Pretender” was. Any link to his identity disappeared along with “_____”. He had, with the disappearance of his uncle, found himself in the perfect position to become the mysterious administrator of the Outlaw’s online network.

Combat

Weapons: None.

Color of Flame: Douglas… isn’t a Flame Haze. The color of his flame is normal.

Powers:

Information Analysis – One of Douglas’ best skills, he is adept at scanning through multiple sources of information and making relevant, important connections before disseminating that information to the people – both Human and Flame Haze – who need it.

Unrestricted Spells: None

Equipment:

Hazenet – an online site which is administered by Douglas under his Title, Hazenet is a site especially popular with Millennial Outlaw members. Serving primarily as a discussion and global information sharing network between various Outlaw branches and organizations, Douglas can use Hazenet and his position as an Administrator to get various pieces of information and organize accommodation and transportation for Flame Hazes in Boston.

It is well known that the “Anonymous Millennial Upstart Pretender” is in Massachusetts but for a Crimson Denizen there is no way to surely eliminate him without wiping out the entire state itself.

Aside from serious information sharing, younger Outlaw members also utilize the chatrooms to talk, relax and even rant about some of the experiences they have gone through over being involved in the war between Crimson Denizens and Flame Hazes.

Wristwatch : A wristwatch that also serves as a charm, it allows him to move around during Fuzetsu. It were given to him by a local Flame Haze whom he got in touch with as a part of his contingency plans.

Treasure Tool: Tarnhelm – a Treasure Tool which grants the user invisibility, hiding his existence for a short period of time. Should it be used too long there is a danger that the existence of the user would permanently disappear. Tarnhelm was given to Douglas by the same Flame Haze who gave him the wristwatch.

Laptop: A powerful laptop which Douglas uses in case his location is, as he put it, “compromised”. He can run Hazenet from it.

Misc

Theme: Bloody Monday - Log In

Others:
In order to ensure that someone can take over Hazenet in case he… “disappears”, Douglas revealed his identity to only a select few Flame Hazes in Boston. They serve as people whom he can go to in case he is targeted and will ensure Hazenet’s continued existence after he is gone.

Name: Yngwie Romanov

Gender: Female.

Age: Appears to be around 30, but her real age is about 100.

Title: The Bleak Taskmaster

Appearance



Height: 6'3"

Weight: Slender.

Hair: Jet black braids down to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

Eyes: Grey as a raincloud.

Skin: Pale white, to the point where she'd blend into a snowdrift.

Bio

Personality: Yngwie is a girl of few words, though that's more due to her language than her personality. She can be described as being like a mountain - one can see a lot of her, but far more lies beyond the exterior. Due to her training in the NKGB, she doesn't show much emotion. The exception to this is her sense of humor - Yngwie loves to laugh.

Likes: Winter and flowers. She loves jokes.

Dislikes: Fall and cats.

Quirks: She's very Russian.

Brief History: Yngwie Romanov has been a Flame Haze for much longer than she would like to remember. That's mostly because she'd like to forget Heracles' constant drunk commentary on everything that's going on around her, on her performance, on her appearance... on anything and everything, really. She started as a Russian NKGB officer, charged with torturing prisoners and keeping them in line. She used an assortment of blades as her torture tools of choice, carefully slicing where the most pain could be drawn from the least impactful damage. Her contract arose when Crimson Denizens chose to dine upon the prisoners in her charge - who'd miss a few prisoners? Heracles decided to interfere with that particular group of Denizens, choosing the most physically fit in the area to be his Flame Haze. Yngwie just happened to win the lottery.

Yngwie stayed in Russia for a time, continuing to work with the MGB until its eventual dissolution. She then became a drifter, adventuring from place to place in search of more Crimson Denizens to put down. Heracles' constant remarks broke a hole in the wall the NKGB had built around her emotion, letting her humor flourish. After sixty years of drifting across Asia, she was contacted by other Flame Haze, asking for her to head to Boston to assist with the takedown of a powerful Crimson Lord. Intrigued, she immediately boarded a plane to America.

Combat

Weapons: Vol, a massive nodachi that she somehow manages to sneak through all sorts of security.

Color of Flame: White

Powers:

Slayer's Infusion: Yngwie draws Heracles' power into herself, providing her with his legendary strength, speed, and endurance.

Unrestricted Spells: Seal and Restoration only.

Equipment: A torture kit and an MP3 player.

Crimson Lord

Name: Heracles

True Name/Title: The Son of Thunder

Gender: Male

Vessel: A gem-inlaid hair clip

Personality: Heracles talks and acts like a drunkard, and refuses to speak to anyone but Yngwie.

Misc

Theme: Fly into the Sky

Name: Lucien Lothringen

Gender: Male

Age: Appears within his mid 20s. The actual age for the character is nearly 600 years.

Title: Defender of the Light

Appearance:

Height: 182 cm

Weight: 71 kg

Hair: Blue

Eyes: Red

Skin: White

Image or Description:

Bio

Personality: Within a normal setting, Lucien is the sort of person who enjoys the luxuries and indulgences of the modern world. He acts as an agreeable youth acting out the role of one gentle in disposition yet strong in body, and is typically easy to get along with. Brave, compassionate, and likeable, though his actions within combat tend to shift.

Lucien tends to act fierce within the confines of a battle. He isn't the sort of person to rush foolhardy into things if given the ability to take battles more methodically, even if he can get heated and lost in the lust of combat. He will mercilessly kill his enemies on the battlefield, but will never dishonor them. However, at the core of his being, he believes in justice and will try to protect those he can, regardless of the disposition he would be placed within in order to do so.

Someone who always valued strength; the strength to protect oneself, and the things one might consider important it above all other qualms within life. Despite his pursuit of great power, Lucien is also someone who believes that ones who have power must protect as many as they can possibly protect. Such is the ways of those in power; ones with ability to should never neglect another, as doing so would be a misuse of their abilities.

He tends to comes off as a fairly friendly, though rowdy individual. Because of his philosophy on strength, he often helps those less fortunate than himself, even though he may make a few ill-mannered statements and the like. Though rather friendly, Lucien is not often aware of the impact of his words on others, and can often get into fights against others due to these sorts of statements. One should expect blunt statements from him. He isn't one to sugar coat things and often comes off badly because of this. He possesses a fairly upstanding code of moral conduct, probably being best described as a "threshold deontologist," and when him deems a certain act to outweigh any others in terms of an eventual moral consideration, will devote himself entirely to that route. This further ties into his usual bluntness as when he is acting towards such a goal, he will rarely try to skirt around the issue when it is brought up.

Likes: Strength, Fighting against a strong opponent, Good spirits and wine, Flowers, the smile of a pretty girl.

Dislikes: Those who would dishonor a battle and betrayal, Concepts such as fate

Quirks: Lucien is often the sort of person to make promises he can hardly keep, then attempt his best to maintain the promise, even if it would be disadvantageous for him to do so.

Brief History: There was once a great war. One that men were needed to fight. A silly war which the sons of the sons of those who had started it had forgotten what the war was truly about.

However, being that it was a war, mercenary work was on the rise. A young Lucien, orphaned by the war and the only person to care for his younger sister, chose to take this work. Battle after battle didn’t matter. The pointless war existed to provide his sister with what was required to live, and those who didn’t work didn’t receive food.

But during the war, his home village was pillaged, and in the chaos of the battle his sister was killed. Without a reason to exist, Lucien simply fought battle after battle, hoping that he would eventually die.

Perhaps it was circumstance that Lucien met her. Someone who offered the man, hardly in his 20s, an alternative to death on the battlefield. A war known not to the average person. A cause which Lucien wished to take part of, igniting his former youth and lessening his melancholy regarding the loss of his family.

Since then, Lucien had traveled the world, ensuring that the balance of existence was retained, the goal of the person who had saved him from a path of destruction are defeated. From the Rhine to the alps, Siberia to Boston, Lucien will continue his travels until finally defeated.

Combat

Weapons: Thunderstruck: Spear of the Unconquered Sky: A treasure tool utilized by Lucien. Simply put, As if lightning itself, the spear allows the user to move at speeds almost incomprehensible to someone’s understanding. Utilizing this weapon, Lucien boasts himself to be the fastest man alive, as he had met few who can rival his speed, let alone match it.

In addition to this effect, Lucien can use the weapon in conjunction with his own lightning ability, as the weapon is efficient at conducting his own abilities.

Color of Flame: Burgundy

Powers:

Lightning: The ability to create and channel electricity to inflict damage to an opponent. Though simple in conception, the ability has various applications, such as creating strong electric attacks, currents, and electromagnetism.

Spear Fighting: Although typically this would be seen as a mundane ability, through years of combat Lucien was able to master the use of the spear. There are hardly any spear men who could match his prowess with the weapon.

Unrestricted Spells:

Seal; places an area inside of a seal.
Restoration; restores a sealed area to its original state, including the creation of Torches, the greater the damage to be undone, the more power of existence will be consumed.
Repair: A simple ability which allows for the restoration of vitality
Perception: The ability to both increase the reaction rate of an individual as well as granting an understanding of surroundings similar to a tracking spell.

Equipment:
Armor: A simple armor that protects where it needs to. Though it is almost pointless within the confines of a fight against stronger foes, the armor isn't heavy enough to weigh him down in any way,

Throwing knives: Simple in construction. Can hold a “charge” of electricity.

Crimson Lord

Name: Seina

True Name/Title: The Pontiff of Order

Gender: Female

Keepsake: An Earing, dear to Lucien, which he wears on his right ear. A memory of a time before his current life...

Personality: In Lucien’s words, Seina is boring. A no-nonsense sort of individual who always wishes to get to the point and rarely has time at all for anything that would compromise an objective. An issue, seeing as Lucien tends to either make stupid promises he refuses not to keep.

If there was a single phrase to describe the Crimson Lord Seina it would be efficient. The sort of person who methodically plans the best way to get to point A to B, even to the point where she is both prideful and haughty about these sorts of things. Therefore, one could say she is unforgiving and gives an impression of being cold and cruel because of her belief that most things and events are “normal” such as mortality and existence.. Though she does get into conflict with Lucien over a few instances of his choice, she does recognize his understanding of combat and supports him, much to her own chargrin.

Misc

Theme:

Others: Despite living for a rather long time, Lucien has an interest in modern technology and the like, thinking that they are rather “cool”.

Name: Alastair
Gender: Male
Age: looks to be in his late twenties to early thirties though he is actually over a thousand years old

Title: The Fierce Caretaker


Alastair it a huge six foot ten two hundred fifty pound muscular man. Who looks like he could crush a truck with his bare hands. His skin is a simoan dark tan, that goes well with his snow white hair. Which is short, and messy spiked back with two long strands of hair framing his face. His face is very masculine with a scar over going vertically down his left eye which is covered by a black eyepatch. Usually Alastair is seen wearing a dark brown leather jacket with lapels that's usually zipped up halfway but, under the jacket he wears a white shirt. He also has dark almost black jeans, and ankle high motorcyclists boots. He also wears a set of dog tags.



Personality: Alastair despite his appearance he is normally calm, and gentlemanly. While also being able to have slight sarcasm, and able to laugh. But, while in battle his personality does fit with the way he looks fierce, and powerful. However, even then he is still careful to ensure no one is ever harmed during his battles.

Likes:
Italian roast coffee, and Sweets

Dislikes:
A mess being made in the area right after he'd finished cleaning it. Someone that has no sense of manners.

Quirks: Alastair has a rather serious sweet tooth. To the point he can easily be bribed with a single slice of delicious chocolate cake. Alistair can enter a berserk state when he sees an area greedily devoured of all existence.

Brief History: Alastair cannot remember much from his first life, and his name was amongst the things he'd lost. Alastair can only truly remember serving as caretaker to a family. I After becoming a Crimson Haze he traveled around the world serving Isis faithfully. While also taking up learning, and mastering the arts in his long life. As to avoid going nuts from just killing crimson Denizens, he decided to pick up hobbies that he found amused him. Thanks to his long life he has mastered many of these hobbies some of which include cooking, and playing the violin.
While everyone viewed the torches, and Mystes as merely objects. He helped those that became aware to understand what was happening to them. Even going so far as to serve as their caretaker until they passed. It never really took long, that and he never allowed it to hamper his duties to his true master. So Isis let him play caretaker. It was actually during taking care of one the Mystes that he was given his name. Alastair; which meant the defender of mankind. Finding it rather amusing he decided to accept his new name, after having secretly grown tired of not having one of his own.
Currently Alastair resides in Boston maintaining the balance of existence. While also keeping an eye out for anyone who is lost.



Weapons: Alistair owns a set of gloves that are black leather. But, when charged with his power they begin to glow with intricate pink markings that wrap all around them. When not charged the markings do not glow. These gloves are lovingly called Kami no Kobushi or "gods fist". As they are strong enough to break through even the toughest of metals without dealing any damage to Alastair.
Also in his possession is a treasure tool in the form of a ring. This ring allows Alistair the ability to walk on any surface he chooses. Including the ability to walk up walls or ceilings as if it had it's own form of gravity.

Color of Flame: Hot Pink

Powers:
~ Ouroboros: after using an incantation he can summon a serpentine dragon of pink flame to come to his aide. This spell takes much of Alastair's existence not while casted, but during the time the dragon is summoned. It devours more of his existence the harder the task he asks the dragon to perform.

~ Transmutation: Can transmute surrounding material through equivalent exchange, into useful items he can use during combat. Alastair has to have some level of concentration in order to use this power.

Unrestricted Spells:
~ Rejuvenating Flames: Removes impurities, and soothes injuries both mental and physical. From not only himself, but those within a one foot radius around him.
~ Seal: places an area inside of a seal.
~ Restoration: restores a sealed area to its original state, including the creation of Torches, the greater the damage to be undone, the more power of existence will be consumed.
~ Torch sense: Is able to detect torches in a large area. Allowing him to tell when they disperse, and how.

Equipment:
~ A Smartphone
~ Pack of mint gum
~ Wallet with two credit cards, and fifty dollars.



Name: Isis

True Name/Title: Overlord of Alchemy
Gender: Female

Keepsake: A small silver lions head pin with the eyes being a pink gems. Which he wears on his left lapel

Personality: Isis is very bubbly, and seems almost carefree. Though despite that she is a deep thinker.

Name: Akemi Konoe
Gender: Female
Age: 20-ish looking, technically pushing just past a century.
Title: Misanthropic Megalomaniac
Height: 163 cm
Weight: 58 kg
Hair: A crisp red and wild. No sense or care to keep it in shape.
Eyes: A more faded ruby color; void and soulless, presenting an eerie vibe when looked into for too long.
Skin: Pasty white, vividly presenting any and all red marks that may occur.

Personality: As her title may suggest, she's obsessed with control and hates humanity with a passion. She's always scheming up something with a grin as she submits herself to others before turning on them when their most vulnerable. She'll do her job as a Flame Haze, but she ultimately wishes for the downfall of all humans and torches.

Likes: Control, slaves, self-freedom, power
Dislikes: Humans, self-restrictions, free will
Quirks: Usually submits all power to the other party(s), only showing true demon like personality when her prey is alone and helpless.

History: She started her life as a Flame Haze rather normally, but soon found herself bored with this lifestyle. Weather via her Crimson Lord's enticing or through the devil's idle hands, she slowly started evolving her taste for torture. She stuck to her duties, replacing the deceased with torches, but that just allowed her to freely do with them as she pleased. For now satisfying her growing taste against humanity on the mere husks of their former selves.

Weapons:
Fiber Wire - Miles of wire bound up for use with her power. Each wire able to hold thousands of pounds before snapping.

RUGER MK II - A more mundane human weapon, made to deal directly with any annoyances she might find herself dealing with. Shoots .22 rounds.

Color of Flame: Plum Purple

Powers:


Unrestricted Spells:







Equipment: N/A

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Crimson Lord

Name: Malblogis
Title: The Curator of Atrocity
Gender: Male
Keepsake: A bow-tie, locked in place with a small purple jewel.

Personality:
Although typically quiet, rather wanting to watch the world burn with a bucket of popcorn, he will quite often interject his own ideas to Akemi if he feels like he needs added excitement or change in pace. He doesn't care if others are around to hear him, though he isn't one to be known for answering anybody, Konoe included.

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Name:George Stanley
Gender:Male
Apparent Age/Actual Age:21/107
Title:Wyrmbane
Appearance
Height:5ft 10 inches
Weight:147 pounds
Hair: Outside of a seal, George's hair is a golden blond but when a seal is cast, his hair takes on the azure color of his flame
Eyes: Outside of a seal,Light green but inside a seal, they turn the azure of his flame
Skin:Pale
Appearance:George looks like a typical British gentleman. he wears a black sports coat on top of a white undershirt at all times. His signature feature is his wearing of a azure fez since according to him he thinks a top hat is too stereotypical and besides he believes Fezes are cool.
Bio
Personality:George is an unflappably cheerful person. He is incredibly proper and a disciplinarian in front of his superiors and people he does not know or trust very well but around his brothers in arms, he is very laid back and will disobey orders if it will save a life. However, George gets incredibly depressed and temperamental on Christmas due to his background but by the next day, he usually recovers. He also likes to tease any American he sees about their past role as subjects of Britain but does not mean any harm.
Likes:Fezes, Hot dogs, Hunting, and his fellow flame hazes
Dislikes:Snakes, Non humanoid Tomogara, and Christmas
Quirks:He is hostile to any non humanoid Tomogara with a fiery passion yet if they are humanoid he will consider hearing them out to see if they are a threat.
Brief History:George's human life began on December 24th,1894. At the outbreak of World War One, George, then a university student studying Medieval English history, signed up for the military and fought with distinction in the trenches for the entirety of the war. The experience changed him and he came back an entirely new person. He had outgrown his early idealism and become increasingly haunt e by visions of the war in particular a Gas attack that occurred in his second year in the war.Returning home the day after his birthday due to a blizzard blocking the road the night before,he came upon his family village being devoured by a bestial Tomogara in the shape of a dragon. Hoping against hope, he ran to his home and held his sister as she died from the collapse of their home. As the Tomogara stomped towards him, He was offered the power to defeat it and save his sister. Signing the contract, he became a flame haze and handily defeated the Tomogara. Using his new found power to infuse his sister with the power of essence necessary to save her, he began to thank the Crimson Lord who had contracted him. However, when his sister woke up,she could not recognize him no matter what he did. His power to restore came with the price of erasing the subjects memory of his existence and there has not been a single human, torch, mystes, or denizen that remembered him afterwards. Now, he has joined the group of Flame Hazes in the hope he will find answers to how he can be remembered from a denizen of such power as the one in Boston.
Combat
Weapons:Lance/Sword that shifts based on the owners command nicknamed by George "Ascalon"
Color of Flame:Azure
Unrestricted Methods/Powers
Forget me...Not?:George can use a portion of a defeated denizens or even his own power of existence to heal a person and slow down the process of a torch's disappearance however as a consequence of this, the target will lose all memories it has of George.
Ode to the hero:Recounting the tale of Saint George, George unleashes a single blow designed to sever the head of a monstrous denizen that clearly outmatches George. This ability only works on non humanoid denizens over 2x times Georges height the more powerful the denizen the more passages of the Legend George must recount.
Ascalon-Transforms his weapon into a replica of St. Georges legendary weapon Ascalon granting it increased damage and it's user flame resistance
Equipment:Same as Weapons but carries a cell phone on which he calls any person he has healed before in a "prank call" in order to make sure they are still existing.
Crimson Lord
Name:Setsuna
True Name/Title:Sound of the End
Gender:Male
Keepsake:Medallion which has at its center a crystal rose. It was a gift his sister had given George prior to his enlistment.
Personality:Sound of the End is the model medieval paladin in terms of behavior. He is chivalrous to a fault brave and caring about others. His only flaw lies in his strict code of honor which he demands George to uphold which makes George never perform a sneak attack.

Name: Sayuri Takashi(Self Given)

Gender: Female

Age: She is a little older than a millenium but looks like she's about 18-20

Title: “The Bloody Demon” Though her actual title is “The Demon of Blades.”

Appearance

Height: 5'11”

Weight: ????

Hair: She has waist-length black hair that she wears in a long thin ponytail.

Eyes: Her eyes are a blood red with a dragon-like slit for the pupil caused by an unrestricted spell cast on her.

Skin: Pale

Outfit: She wears black combat boots, blue jeans, a white t-shirt, a black jacket, white cloth bandages around her palms and lower arms, and a dark red dragon head necklace which is her Keepsake. She also wears dark red sunglasses with mirrored black lenses that are enchanted to allow her to see in all types of light. She rarely takes them off unless she's in a Fuzetsu.

Bio

Personality: She is laid back and carefree rarely taking anything seriously. She also remains calm in basically any situation looking for the best possible solution for her. She generally keeps to herself doing her best to remain alone as to not affect the world as much as possible though won't fight if someone else tries to approach them. She is also willing to sacrifice and destroy a lot in order to keep the world safe and is part of what has caused her to earn her nickname. Despite protecting it she is almost completely indifferent to the happenings of the world.

Likes: Cute girls, cats, and reading.

Dislikes: Big muscly men, dogs, and pointless arguments.

Brief History: She was originally a part of a forgotten civilization that worshiped Irene as a god over a millennium earlier. She served as something similar to that of a priestess along with four others under a “High Priestess” that was actually Irene's Flame Haze at the time protecting the people. Things were peaceful until the day of her 18th birthday when a jealous Crimson Lord, and the Denizens under him, attacked them devouring almost everyone and those that didn't were turned into monsters. Protected as they were within the temple by Irene Sayuri and the others were left for last. The first thing they did after entering the temple was kill Irene's Flame Haze. After that they proceeded to turn all of them into dragonesque monsters as an insult to Irene. Irene reached out to Sayuri as she was the closest and make her a Flame Haze and was able to stop Sayuri from transforming completely allowing her to keep her human form though not without faults. Going on a rampage out of grief Sayuri destroying all the Crimson Denizens and terribly injuring the Crimson Lord forcing him to flee. Unable to return anyone to their original form they killed as many of them as they could find and left the city never returning.

They spent their time wandering and destroying any Denizen they came across while searching for the one that caused the destruction of their home. Eventually they found and mercilessly slaughtered him which was the beginning of her nickname the “Bloody Demon” as she used the power of existence in nearby Torches to power powerful Unrestricted Spells to destroy him. As time passed she made more decisions that got the route that protected the most people and caused the least amount of distortion in the long run generally ignoring the short term concequences. Over the years she had battles with several Flame Haze and Crimson Lords and killed several of them when they clashed solidifying herself as “The Bloody Demon.”

Combat

Weapons: Twin black bladed guardless katanas that are enchanted to harm Crimson Denizens.

Color of Flame: Lonestar Red

Powers: Arms Seal – She has the ability to summon pieces of weapons or armor and other items she has sealed within a mark on an object excluding all forms of Treasures. She can also summon copies of the sealed item and manipulate them as an extension of herself. The copies are temporary and will disappear when Sayuri either dispels them or falls unconscious.

Dragon Release – She is able to transform parts of her body into dragonoid limbs due to seals she has placed on her body. These transformations are temporary and will return to normal at Sayuri's choosing or if she falls unconscious.

Spell Seal – She is able to create a seal that will imprint the spell cast on it for a one time use within specially enchanted talismans that allow her to cast said spell at a later time. The spell and existence used to cast it are stored within the talisman. When the spell is cast from the talismans it is consumed and destroyed in the recasting of the spell. Larger spells require multiple or talismans charged to have more capacity.

Multi-blade Mastery – Living as long as she has allowed her to learn and master nearly all forms of blade and the different styles with them. She has adapted everything she knows into her own style and can use it with every sword or dagger she has ever held.

Unrestricted Spells: Fuzetsu – Creates a field in which Flame haze can repair any damage done by the battle.
Anti-Seal – Prevents the effect of Tuning on a Distortion.
Flare – Sends up a flash of light and emits a mental echo that allows her to notify anything within it's range of her location. Can be limited to a certain kind of existence but takes more concentration.
Disguise – Allows her to temporarily alter her physical form, partially or completely, into that of another person with near perfect accuracy. For full body they must be no more than a foot shorter than her or 6” taller.
Enchant – A spell unique to Sayuri and Irene that allows them to create the talismans used for Spell Seal.

Equipment: (Any equipment your character may have, keep this reasonable, please. For human characters only, you can have up to one Treasure you may come up with, it can be a weapon as well, if you want to.)

Crimson Lord

Name: Irene

True Name/Title: The Dragon of Seals/God of Annihilation

Gender: Female

Keepsake: A blood red dragon head necklace

Personality: While she's laid back like Sayuri she is no where near as carefree as her. She is also much more cynical and much less forgiving rarely letting any mistake that a person makes go unless she considers you a worthwhile person.

Misc

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