Name:
Nickname: Optional
Race: Feel free to be Creative.
Age: ???
Gender: Male or Female, really just your sex.

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Personality:-

Job:

Fighting Style:

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Up to 4.

Gadgets:

Armors/Outfits

Weight Class: Light means fast, inaccurate, but tends to mean you can take many actions. Medium is Moderate, yet precision. Heavy is bulky, hits really hard, but not great accuracy.

Awakening: Moves or abilities you would never normally have under normal circumstances. Typically extremely powerful.

Pros- These are personal.

Cons- Your flaws as a person.

Racial Strengths-

Racial Weaknesses-

Background: What was your life like before you died?

Name: Cassius Alexandros Lumya Svent
Nickname: Cas
Race: Lumyians, the native Inhabitants of Lumya. Feline like in nature, appears mostly human, feline ears on side of head where human ears would be, tail at base of spine.
Age: 21
Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality:- Cassius is a very passionate person, but he can come off very cold at times. But typically a hopeful person, as if he is yearning for more just far out of reach. Despite these qualities, he is very caring to the point where many could consider him benevolent in a way. But when angered and his passion being pushed, he can show quite a bit of malice in his rage. He can be somewhat snarky and snide, but he does have a humorous side he inherits from Roy's bond with him.

Job: Unemployed, but he does practice magic and explore quite a bit.

Fighting Style: Cassius typically will do whatever with his arms and legs to win, he has no particular style aside from throwing himself at a foe in question with an unrefined style of aggression. Typically he aims to cripple his targets. However, he does use a bit of magic for addition effects in his style. He at times will support others. Typically with defense based magic.

Aside from that, he will use Magic based seals that he conjures from the void.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: He uses Seals from the void.

Gadgets: Grappling hook, bandage wraps. Defense dagger.

Armors/Outfits A Rubber based suit with a Sage's like Cloak, Gloves, and boots. The attire in question changes with his active element.

Weight Class: Medium.

Awakening: Void Burst - With his teachings from channeling magic from the void, he lets out a flurry of an element from his palm. The effects can range between high damage of an element, or some sort of support.

Pros- Cassius is observant and caring, and not unwilling to learn. Can combo magic with Maria.

Cons- His passion can get the better of him, as well as his stubborn nature.

Racial Strengths- He generates Mana naturally, falling typically does not bother him. And fleet of foot- almost unheard when walking.

Racial Weaknesses- Though Cassius might hit hard with weapons, he isn't very strong without them.

Background: When Cassius was only seven, he witnessed a great deal of tragedy starting with the death of his toddler of a brother, he blames himself for his cowardice, his inability to do anything. His mother tried to reason with him, stating it was never his fault, nor his Fathers, but the fault of the Viridian Angel. He did not know what this meant. He did not know what was happening to his world, his home, why it was distorting so. He was too young to Understand. The Trauma kept him broken, and with his own world going at war with the distorted realm they were now inhabiting, his mother left him into the care of Maria; an Abyssialmancer; a person capable of channeling Elements from the Void. The void being where all life and creation begins, and where many end.

As he was growing up in the Island of Luyay, he found others washing up on the shore. One of which who was a fox like man by the name of Roy. Roy was his only real genuine friend who was not his care taken. They had a strong bond, turning a divided small isle into a much more relaxing home. Roy did however make Cassius Happy, loved him even, as did Ferrer and Monica who was the next to wash up on the beach. But upon others slowly inhabiting his island... He thought maybe there was a chance he'd be able to give his brother a life again he was denied.

Name: Roy Renard
Nickname: Roy, The Fox.
Race: Vulpious, a fox like anthropomorphic humanoid.
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance: Roy is a tall fox with a cushion of a belly, despite his fluffy fat, he has quite a muscular frame as there is even muscle under his far. He wears a torn attire that consist of naval like clothing seeing as he does salvage things off the coast of the island as well as food.

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Personality:- Roy is an extremely caring, yet sarcastic person, so much so he may have not influenced Cassius as he grew up. He has a silver tongue, yet even he has his serious side.

Job: Fishermen, Shepard, Explorer.

Fighting Style:Roy carries a large axe with him that has a thermal blaster attached to it. The axe keeps it so the kick does not knock him back with such force. Aside from that, he is a grappler with hand to hand.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Large two handed Axe with a Thermal based Rifle hidden on the side of the blade.

Gadgets: Handcuffs, lock picking set, cattle herder. Cattle Prod.

Armors/Outfits Roy typically only has two attires. Three if you count his sleeping wear. When in Town, he typically wears a Green sleeveless vest that is tattered at the sides, a black undershirt with a metallic plate that goes all the way around his torso. Cargo like pants with a fascinated belt He also has some form of Combat boots.

His Sea wear consist of a brown leather jacket, an old Fashioned hat that seemed to be modeled after a sea goer, probably from his culture. Same pants and boots.

His sleeping wear consist of briefs and his undershirt.

Weight Class: Heavy.
Awakening: Marauder's might - Roy will flash with Crimson Energy before he raises his arms up, flexing. This empowers the party with extra attack damage.

Pros- Roy is an excellent Hunter and Provider. Good cook, typically has many stories to tell from his youth, and is passionate and prideful of those around him.

Cons- He can appear egotistical and not very serious with his mischievous nature; lighthearted and disconcerted. He will protect Cassius before anyone else.

Racial Strengths- Roy is very strong and can hold his own efficiently. He is fluffy and soft.

Racial Weaknesses- He typically has to eat in large quantities.

Background: Roy was a Marine in the Velia Federation Fighting Force; a group of Soldiers who were drafted to stop a scourge that was surrounding the Velgian Systems. But his life was cut short when his ship was destroyed in the first battle. But as he clung to life, he saw a young Cassius who was weeping for him; an innocent youth who grieved over death. Roy wondered if he was alone, even tried to comfort him. As a Child Roy knew what it was like to be alone.

Years went on by, he helped construct housing, pluming and and even a small area to gather the Island's livestock. Ferrer was a great help of course, he does feel Ferrer is a more capable pretector than he when it comes to Cassius. If he was one thing, he was a survivor. With a Second change, he wanted to make the best of the life he never got to fully have.

Name: Monica Chievalia Rayes
Nickname: Ray
Race: Heleian, a humanoid race that seems to have a form of Bio-Luminescent eyes.
Age: 34
Gender: Female.

Appearance: A rather slender women with filled in proportions; she is rather stocky. She has violet hair, as blue eyes. Rather wide at the waist, but many would consider her beautiful even if she has an angular face with many defining features.

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Personality:- Monica isn't as carefree as the boys, but she does like to indulge in hearing humor. But her mindset is considered simplified; work to survive.

Job: Farmer, Mechanic, and Medical Assistance.

Fighting Style: Monica in most cases will never fight, but if she has to, she has a cloaking device to help hide her presence.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Nothing.

Gadgets: Sleeping Grenades, flash bombs, and sound disruptions; these send sound waves that distort vision in a radius, as well as scramble one's sensory system. Medical kits.

Armors/Outfits Monica typically is seen is as sterile white body suit with black thigh high boots. Her hair long and layered into a ratty ponytail.

Weight Class:Light

Awakening: Lazarus- Her eyes flash a glowing white light before the light envelopes the party, reviving from unconsciousness as well as restoring a great deal of health.

Pros- She is a very helpful person in the medical field as well as in the science department.

Cons- She gives up when it comes to magic, even though she cannot scientifically deduce her awakening.

Racial Strengths- She is light, agile, and can see what others can not normally see.

Racial Weaknesses- Her race isn't meant for Fighting.

Background: Monica was a Medic during an era of Blight in her system. Her Planet was condemned, blockaded from help. As so, like many she died to a horrible plague as she was onto a cure. Upon waking up on the island, she found herself in a working home, good soil unlike her homelands after the plague. In exchange for being cared for, she helped provide with her vast knowledge. Her skills on Vegetation guaranteed those who lived on the Island for years would sustain whatever was going on.

As the years went by, She was able to help salvage wreckage from the ocean, and as they would know it, they found parts from another world. She hypothesized that whatever was washing into Cassius' world was an unnatural phenomena that did not just impact one world, but encompassed various objects from other dimensions, or so she theorized. Regardless, she made proper prosthetic for Ferrer as a token of Thanks, and a resolve to better.

Name:
Ashton Griffone

Nickname:
Ash

Race:
Human

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Ash stands around 7'0 and is a lean skinny and almost lanky figure with light tanned skin. Short dirty blonde messy hair with her bangs covering her eyes a lot of the times, though she does push them to the side when using her sniper rifle. Has teallike colored eyes. She had a nasty scar on her face of what looks like a claw Mark from her right temple to her left side of the cheekbone, one going from the right cheekbone to the middle of the left cheek, and the last going from the middle of the right cheek to the left of the jaw. Is usually wearing baggy clothes, but almost always has her black coat with white fluff trimming. Usually wearing a grey tank top and beige cargo pants and black combat boots and black fingerless gloves. A red cloth around her left bicep with a golden symbol shaping a Griffon.

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Personality:
Ash is a very silent indivual, hardly ever speaking. Now that's not to say she's the lone wolf type, though it comes across that way. She's actually quite friendly, and is always willing to help others. Naively so. She'll just about do anything others asks of her as long as its within her moral code. But otherwise, it usually doesn't matter who they are, she's friendly towards just about everyone in her own way. A bit tomboyish, she dosnt really care about her appearance. Loyal to her comrades and friends, she'd do just about anything for them. Despite her sharp eyes, the rest of her is a bit klutzy and is usually the one either running straight into a walls to just falling off the deck or down the stairs. Maybe because she can be a bit of a space cadet. And having little to no sense of direction and just ending up lost.

Job:
Sniper

Fighting Style:
Aiming down sights and shooting from long range.

Weapons from strongest to weakest:
Sniper Rifle, Dagger, Hands.

Gadgets:
Compass

Armors/Outfits:
Same in Appearance.

Weight Class:
Moderate

Awakening: Her hands can be set on fire to assist in case anyone gets close to her. Helping her get a little distance. Though she sorta freaks out everything it happens.

Pros- She has excellent eyesight and hardly ever misses with her trusty sniper rifle, Levi. Generally sweet and a big teddy bear. Able to somewhat defend herself up close. Puts others before herself.

Cons- Major klutz when not too serious or on edge. Space Cadet. Dense. Although she can fight up close, she's not too amazing at it. So will tend to try to get away instead of staying in that position.

Racial Strengths- Good with multiple weapons, adaptive.

Racial Weaknesses- Not good with weather, not good with magic.

Background:
Ashton is just your regular ol' human growing up on earth. Nothing fancy or spectacular. Growing up a orphan, Ashton doesn't have much memory before the age of ten. She's just always lived at the orphanage to her knowledge. She was a pretty quiet child, didn't talk much, but enjoyed exploring. One day, when playing by a bridge, she almost fell off it, but someone saved her. A woman of the military, and it was a start of her wishing to join the army. This woman was named Claire Griffon. Whom soon was kind enough to adopt the lanky child. A beautiful woman with a kind heart, with a bit of a stern way of upbringing, she still did her best to raise Ashton. Ashton ended up wanting to be exactly like Claire. Kind, able to show love to just about anyone. Not romantic... just... a pure emotion. It was hard to explain with words. When she turned the age of eighteen, she went off to follow her dream of following her adoptive mothers footsteps. Serving the armed service for three years, specializing with the sniper rifle. Though she retired and instead decided to train the next two as a firefighter. The army turned out just not to be for her, as she did not want to actually hurt people. She wanted to help them. Only staying so long was because she wanted to make Claire proud. However, one day she received a letter notifying Ashton that Claire passed away due to a accident that caused their apartment to be erupted in flames. Distraught and heartbroken, she felt completely lost, unsure what her purpose was anymore. However, after a few letters Claire had sent her prior, her confidence slowly returned. So she decided to do another physically active job that did help people that didn't exactly involve fighting people. Fighting fire. Deciding that was the best way to share kindness to others like others have shown to her.

However, war broke out in her country and she was drafted to return to the art of battle. She didn't really want to, but she had little choice. And she found herself shot in the heart after protecting a teammate.

Name:
Alexandra

Nickname:
Alex, Hothead(haha don't call her that)

Race:
Amazonian Beast

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Just with canine ears, pointed saber fangs sticking from the upper lip, and a fluffy tail. Claws, and some reddish tribal markings along the arms, legs and back. Black horns sticking from the head like a bull.

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Personality:
Alex is a hot tempered woman with a sharp tongue. She is brutally honest and speaks her mind without truly thinking it through. She at times can be immature and is easily side tracked when pushed to aggression. Often careless and reckless, she finds herself in bad situations a lot times that usually end up in a brawl. Despite her aggressive nature, she has a kind heart and believes in doing the right thing, of course what she thinks is right. She has a soft heart for women and children, mostly. Usually she is able to speak her mind clearly, but when she feels flustered or embarrassed, she tends to stutter, have a mental panic attack, before avoiding the situation awkwardly. She also tends to have a very overprotective nature when she does care for someone. Be it friendship or love interest. She's brave and loyal, and despite her gruff hot tempered nature and being difficult to socialize with, she's a bit talkative and in reality is pretty lonely. Though she'd never admit it. She gets irritated when someone brings up how she has no parents, being slightly jealous others have a family while she lives without one. She has great confidence in her abilities as a warrior and A adventurer but finds herself being modest when she is praised a lot, unused to it. Usually has difficulties talking about herself.

Job: Warrior.

Fighting Style: Swordsmanship or fists. Full frontal assault beat the face in. She's more graceful with the sword, just the fists are used in a wild anger.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Fists, sword.

Gadgets:
None. What use are toys in a fight?

Armors/Outfits:
Appearance.

Weight Class: Heavy as ****

Awakening: Ability to shift between human, to current state, to full on beast.

Pros- Stupidly brave when it comes to fighting, kind at heart, protective and loyal, strong and can take a physical hit.

Cons- Overprotective, hot tempered, foulmouthed, dense, doesn't think things through a lot of times, weak to magic.

Racial Strengths- Incredibly strong and well built defensively against physical attacks.

Racial Weaknesses- Incredibly weak to magic attacks.

Background:
In the world of Gizemli, a mystical land of dragons and beasts, wizards and witches, and queens and kinda is where Alex hails from. Originally she was a beast, what those who resides call a monster. Although she was a alone and was curious over the lives of those such as humans. Wishing to live as one. So she begged to the gods to grant her wish to live a life as one of them. After many, many years, the monster died from a dragon and the gods granted the wish. Taking the monster soul and body and formed it into a body that would be best suited for a such a creature.

What those of the world called a Amazon. A race of giant warrior women. The newborn babe was dropped in the ocean and wafted away to a island where a small civilization of humans found her. No parents, she was raised in the orphanage and named Alex after Alexandra, one of the goddesses. Often she was teased for her large and tall build, towering over the other children. Her short temper often getting her scolded. Born with the scar on her face that she received from the dragon a previous life, the priests of the island feared she was a demon child. Having been found with such a scare and coming from the water that she should of drowned from. So they veered her as a bad omen.

Having no friends and with rumors of her being bad luck as well as being different, she was often alone. Until she made a friend with another girl at the age of five. For many years they were the closest of friends. Practice fighting, playing, racing, prancing the church. Dreaming of leaving the island and becoming adventurers. Alex dreaming of a legendary swordswoman. At one point, her friend fell so I'll that most of the time, she had to be in a wheelchair. Alex, staying loyal to her best friend, stayed by her side and did anything for her. Once they grew up, they went on adventures anyway.

At one point, they ran into a warlock who could see what Alex truly was, never truly losing the beast she once was and was just reshape and stripped of memories of her previous life, and turned her body slightly more into her previous self. Using this, he used his magic to pull pieces of her memory back and make her realize what she was. A monster. Showing her the reason why she was different. Why she was abnormally strong. She got angry, freaked out, scared and tried to fight, but the magic was too strong and she ultimately fell and died.

Name: Sylph
Nickname: Rarely called Syl
Race: Pixie
Age: 16
Gender: Male or Female, really just your sex. Female
Appearance: Sylph looks almost exactly like she did in her previous life: mischievous face, long brown hair, dark-tanned skin. Her eyes are a typical hazel-brown. There are a few changes, however. The most noticeable is that she's about six inches tall. That is followed directly in magnitude by the wings that sprout from her shoulder blades, long enough to reach her ankles. They're an iridescent rainbow sheen, like dragonfly wings. Whenever they're open, little beads of green light flutter to the ground.

There are also a few more subtle changes. For example, her brown hair is shot through with streaks of green, and her eyes are, proportionally speaking, a bit larger. She's extremely slim, with no feminine curves even past the point where she should possess them.

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Personality:- Cheerful to a fault and oblivious to much of what's going on around her, Sylph exemplifies the moniker “ignorance is bliss.” She's practically always happy, and doesn't at all understand the world around her for what it is. For Sylph, everything is gumdrops and ice cream. Even during combat, she seems to not understand what's going on. Perhaps it's willingly staying behind reality, but it's just as likely that she simply isn't smart.
Job: Mercenary
Fighting Style: Sylph has a fighting style rooted in speed. She's small and evasive, so she darts in and out, whittling down her enemy's health until it can't stand up anymore.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Projected Light Rapier (A rapier with a frictionless, atom-thin blade made of hard light), steel dagger
Gadgets: Leaf Totem - A small (5mm)
silver leaf that can expand to form a full-body shield for up to thirty seconds before collapsing to recharge
Armors/Outfits Sylph usually wears a tunic of pastel green fabric finer than any silk, with a brown leather belt and boots with gold buckles. When going into extended warfare, she wears a cuirass and shoulderplates formed of the same ultralight silvery metal that composes the Leaf Totem.
Weight Class: Light
Awakening: Luminar - Sylph’s Projected Light Rapier becomes an enormous two-handed claymore, making her strikes utterly devastating. Somehow the weight remains exactly the same, allowing her to swing this behemoth (to her) blade with impossible speed.
Pros- Sylph is cheerful, always ready with a smile. She's very charismatic, avg people tend to open up to her.
Cons- Sylph is...Well...kinda an idiot. She's not intelligent, and she's very naive. She has difficulty in taking hints.
Racial Strengths- Very fast and dexterous, and can naturally fly.
Racial Weaknesses- Extremely weak, so must rely on precision for damage, and very frail. One good hit and she's down for the count. Her wings are fragile and vulnerable.
Background: Sylph was enrolled by her prestigious parents as a student at a combat training school. She never amounted to much, with subpar abilitiess and a knack for getting into trouble. One day, walking to class about an hour after it started, she found herself being pulled into an alley and beaten into unconsciousness.

She never woke up.

Until she became a pixie. Since then, she's been fluttering through life without a care.

Name: Helena
Nickname: Len
Race: Changeling
Age: 22
Gender: Female

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Personality:- Vibrant, Outgoing, Flirty, Talkative, inclined to Indulge in Vices, has a slight vibe of Not being entirely there.

Job: Former DJ and Swordswoman of the Unseelie Court

Fighting Style: Fencing/Pole-Wielding

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Spear, Mirror Blade, Umbrella Sword, Rapier

Gadgets: An Old Cell Phone that works as a Music Player and a Lighter Enchanted to Never Run out of Fuel

Armors/Outfits

Weight Class: Medium

Awakening: Fata Morgana- Helena can Create Elaborate and Dangerous Illusions that can fool all the Senses and Induce Crippling and Nightmarish Fear in her Targets.

Pros- Helena is a Skilled Swordsman and is relatively Swift on her Feat, aiming for Precision and deftness with her blows rather than being Overtly Destructive or Flashy.

Cons- Helena is Flighty and Tends to be more willing to indulge in her own personal wants and vices.

Racial Strengths- Flicker Flash Teleportation, Self-Glamour, Blade Conjuring from Shadows and Reflective Surfaces, Dream-Riding.

Racial Weaknesses- Pure Iron

Background: Helena grew up as Helena Rosencrantz in Los Angeles during the 1990's, It was on her 10th birthday she experienced a traumatic event involving a Gun being pulled on her and her Mother. The Gunman Fired and killed her Mother but Helena's Lineage awakened and the Fairy blood that coursed through her veins allowed her to call forth her Fata Morgana and Trap her would be Assailant in a Terrible and Unforgiving Nightmare causing him to turn his gun upon himself. Police Reports were Filed and Helena was made part of the Child Services System...or would have been had she not been spirited away by the Seelie Court of the LA Changelings who explained her Nature and Lineage to her and that she was part of a Legacy of Something Greater. They Taught her, Raised her, and Groomed her into the Perfect Courtier until she learned the Truth of her coming into her Lineage with her Court having Orchestrated her Mothers Murder because she showed potential. This Drove her Mad for a While and in a Nightmarish and Chaotic Binge she tore through LA for about a Week until she finally calmed down and Defected to the Unseelie court. The Unseelie gave her Meaning back in her Life, taught her Freedom, taught her the Value of Change, Gave her the means to Support herself through Music, and most importantly Gave her the Skills to be a Cunning Swordsman and take revenge upon her former court. Helena went of a Quest for Revenge and Systematically picked off the Ones responsible for her Mothers Death until she was taken out by a Simple Squire who thought he was doing the right thing for the Unseelie Court, she couldn't blame him and thought that Death would be the End for her. She instead woke up, Washed up on a Beach holding an Umbrella that concealed a Sword. Life has since then Proved Interesting.

Name: Maria
Nickname: just Maria
Race: Witchbreed
Age: 30
Gender: Female



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Personality: Cold and Distant but Nurturing and Caring, can be Aggressive towards those who Threaten or Harm those she loves

Job: Abyssal Caster

Fighting Style: Ball Room Dancing

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Bladed Chain, Dolls, Throwing Needles, Poisons

Gadgets: A Ring where she can covertly store poisons inside

Armors/Outfits

Weight Class: Medium

Awakening: Call the Spirits- Can Summon the Spirits of the Dead in the Immediate Vicinity to come to her aid

Pros- Is competent at Underworld Elemental Sorcery, Shadow Watching, and Puppeteering corpses

Cons- Is Weakened by Direct Sunlight, is not a Primarily Physical Fighter

Racial Strengths- Has Tough Deadened Skin, Can See in the Dark, Can go Long times without needing to breath

Racial Weaknesses- Direct Sunlight

Background: Maria was Born to a Long Line of Witchbreed who had come to Lumya ages ago for reasons unknown. She is not one of the Native Lifeforms but she considers Lumya her home and would do anything to protect it. When Maria was Training to be an Abyssal Caster she was approached by a Lumyian Woman to Care for her child, she was still a child herself but she shouldered the Responsibility and cared for him like he was her Younger Brother. Eventually she came to consider him Family and vowed to help him if he was ever in need, even if he didn't want her help.

Name: Ferrer Alo Baal
Nickname:
Race: Canid anthropomorph
Age: 160
Gender: Male

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Personality: Ferrer’s demeanour is generally calm, however when provoked, he can fly into terrible rages from which it can be impossible to remove him until it burns out of its own accord. He has an extreme dislike of cajolery, and prefers a clear conversation to insinuations.

Job: Ferrer is an artisan, he creates devices of varying types and sells them wherever he is able to. He also does research into the nature of the world around him.

Fighting Style: Ferrer fights heavily using weapons that create an area of effect, such as explosives, gases, concussive weapons and heavy armaments like hammers.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Hellfire Bomb - part technology, part magic, this bomb creates a massive blast that burns anything within its radius with flames that do not go out. Ferrer is immune to this.
Sisyphus’ Hammer - tied to Ferrer’s berserker rage, the longer he wields this hammer, the heavier it gets.
Pepperpot - this small hand cannon fires heavy, regular explosives. The magazines are larger on the inside.
Red Right Hand - Ferrer’s right arm is capable of expelling gases of various kinds, including a flammable gas, which can be ignited to create a burning blade.

Gadgets: Clips for Pepperpot that can be used as remote mines, with a receiver for same. Small set of vibrating knives.

Armors/Outfits See above in general description.

Weight Class: Heavy

Awakening: Sphere of Needles - when Ferrer is able to activate this ability, anything that comes within a span of 26 feet of him experiences pain, which increases in intensity the closer they get to Ferrer.

Pros- Ferrer is analytical and swift thinking in battle, and is not above injuring himself for the sake of winning. He is also very open with people once he trusts them.

Cons- Ferrer's trust is hard earned, and once lost is even harder to regain, if it ever can be. His berserk rages will sometimes overpower all his reasoning.

Racial Strengths- Ferrer is abnormally resistant to damage, thanks to the density of his body and the power that flows through it, though he is mostly unable to tap the latter.

Racial Weaknesses- Blows to the forehead are particularly uncomfortable for Ferrer, and while he usually wears headgear to mitigate the worst of it, a blow to even this is enough to stun him for several seconds.

Background: Ferrer is a 'close mark' of Ferrer Seraph, one generated by the resonance of the world he finds himself in when his progenitor passed close by, metaphysically speaking. Since arriving, he has lived largely as a recluse, travelling as much as his body will allow him. In that time, he acquired the damage to his body, after the experimental prototype of the Hellfire Bomb failed. He found himself awakening to the care of Cassius and Monica, his body made mostly whole again by Monica's hard work.
His work on the island encompassed many buildings, including a workshop and forge for himself, and a place to sort salvage washed up onto the island.

Name: Naisha
Nickname: Nai
Race: Chaos Beast.
Age: 35
Gender: Female

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Personality: Naisha has a rather fiery personality. She’s incredibly hot tempered and has anger issues. Easy to explode into bursts of anger, she’s very vengeful and loves to deal with her enemies by usually just bowing or freezing them up. Her vengeful personality and easy to flare temper made sure she’s lacking in friends, but for those she made, Naisha is ready to kill and die for with no second thoughts. At the latter of her years before she was killed, she turned into incredible killer who spreads chaos and destruction without regrets.

Job: Witch of the Bloodied desert

Fighting Style: Showering her enemies with Fire&Ice magic.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Fire magic > Ice magic > Staffs > Swords

Gadgets: N/A

Armors/Outfits: Picture

Weight Class: Moderate.

Awakening: Unleashing her corrupted demonic form.

Pros- Powerful magic, Loyal, Great memory, Strong willed.

Cons- Mentaly unstable, Anger issues, Weak to physical attacks in her normal form, Overprotective, Loves to kill, Loves blood.

Racial Strengths- Greater endurance.

Racial Weaknesses- Holy attributes.

Background: Naisha was born in a world called Gizemli. Her family lived on a small island where she spend nearly all her childhood. Back then she was an hyper active child. She was bright, loud, loved to fight and do pranks to everyone, especially the church. She didn’t have many friends because most children stayed away from her for she always was into trouble or fighting. Eventually she found a fellow soul in a girl with burning red hair. The other girl became her best friend and they spend most time together.

Eventually Naisha fell ill from some unknown sickness that drained her body of all strength. She couldn’t move much anymore, had to use a wheelchair, but even then her friend never abandoned her. That’s why Naisha picked up magic instead of swordfighting. As it turned out she had a natural born affinity for it so she quickly rose in strength with her magic.

By the time they grew up and left to have their adventures, Naisha had already mastered basic destructive magics to almost their fullest potential. Sadly in their travels, they encountered an enemy who drove Alex to near insanity and even killed her with his magic. Naisha couldn’t stop him at the time, she lacked the power. For days she wept at the place Alex died for not even a body remained. Naisha grew even weaker without eating anything, but by the time she left the battlefield, her eyes had changed.

She spent the following few years away from civilization as rumors started to grow among towns for a new power rising up in the wilderness. By the time Naisha returned to civilization to pursue the killed of her friend, she had changed. Naisha had underwent transformation like night and day. She had forsaken her humanity and allowed her body to be corrupted into demonic one. Her powers had grown beyond their former limits… with them at hand she spread chaos and destruction in her wake as she chased down the warlock and eventually killed him, along with over 1000 other civilians among which he tried to hide and use as human shields.

For her sins, Naisha was chased down by countless foes and while many died by her hands, they finally managed to kill her when she returned to her friend’s resting place to pay her respects and inform her she had killed the warlock. They ambushed her, and pierced her body with countless spears and arrows. Then everything vanished to black as with her last strength, she unleashed her most powerful magic at the area. For if she died, she would take all those fools with her.

Name: Lena Koenig
Nickname: Doc
Race: Human
Age: 28
Gender: Female



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Personality: Annoyed by her teammates tendency to get hurt, but ultimately cares for all her teammates immensely. A Blunt and straightforward person, she sugarcoats for nobody, simply stating things as she sees them. She does, however, know when it would be better to shut up.

Job: Combat Medic

Fighting Style: Soldier. She uses her service-issue Handgun, and then her Cyborg arm

Weapons from strongest to weakest: Standard Issue Service Pistol, Cybernetic Arm, Syringe Gun (Single-Shot, Medium Range?)





Gadgets: Syringe Gun (Tranq Ammo, Nano Shots, Adrenalin Shots)
Cybernetic Arm: high strength granted by arm, as well as various upgrades to it, such as a medical scanning suite and an escape-and-evade kit, which includes items such as a smoke bomb dispenser, and a ranged taser, as well as a grappling hook and thin but super strong rope

Armors/Outfits Armored Lab Coat provides Light Armor, If they are going into combat, she will don an armored vest which would count as Medium Armor

Weight Class: Medium

Awakening: a pair of “wings” appear, floating just behind her shoulder blades, and her physical powers go up exponentially until the power fades. However, the physical strain of using this ability is enormous, and if used continuously for too long, the user will fall unconscious, wherever they are.


Pros: She is a caring, loyal and pragmatic person with a tendency towards being quite blunt. Almost all of the time, if not all the time. She is also a calm person, with control over her emotions that doesn’t usually slip

Cons: She is super blunt. To everyone. Also, if her control over her anger slips, in particular, she essentially goes berserk on whatever was the cause of her ire.

Racial Strengths- Adaptable

Racial Weaknesses- Natural (mostly) human, therefore is easily squishable.

Background: Lena was the Combat Medic for an elite PMC called Blackthorne, which was a group more focused on Black Ops. She got this by becoming a Combat Medic in the Army, and a damned good one, too. However, the got a little TOO pissed at her senior officers, beat the living shit out of him and got summarily booted out. Soon after, she was approached by an… interesting figure, a lady who cut a wide swath through the crowd, yet who nobody except Lena seemed to realize was there. She beckoned for Lena to follow, and not having much to lose, she did. She was then summarily stuffed into the back of a van and dragged off to the Blackthorne recruitment center, where she was officially recruited, and given training to bring her up to speed on how covert operations worked, and to instill upon her the “Its just business” viewpoint, though they had mixed success with the last part. Soon after, she was deployed, having taken to the training like a duck to water. On her second mission, however, her team came under sniper fire. The team realized this when a small red dot appeared on their medic (Lena), shortly followed by a shot that took her right arm, blew it off at the shoulder. She survived, and they completed the mission, but both were only barely. When they got back to base, Blackthorne installed a modified Cybernetic Arm onto her, to replace her blown-to-pieces original, and she went back to the field for 5 more lucrative years, until another ambush party decided to shoot her first. Except this time, they hit the killshot.