Dread Energy - On the base level, Dread Energy shares many characteristics with Chaos Energy. For the simple reason that they were at one point the very same thing. Where they differ is due entirely to Xaviers indomitable will. Which would go on to allow him to gain even more power.

• This is simply the base of Xaviers powers. It leans on the red color spectrum but I visualize it as a thick roiling cloud of black, purple and red.
• Thousands of small particles come together to create a single cloud. Xavier can feel each of these particles as an extension of his body and mind granting him absolute control over their structure. Allowing him to condense the particles to induce physical damage or he can disperse the particles over a wide area and utilize each individual one as a sensor to detect minisucle physical movements that are out of sight and even changes in energy levels of the surrounding area.
• The structural integrity of weapons and armor may begin to waiver after several direct hits and/or physical blocks of the Dread Energy. Unless said weapons or armor are in someway preventing direct contact being made. Such as generating their own energy in some way or being coated with a protective barrier. Other means of preventing physical contact can be accessible.
• Can induce insanity through sustained exposure to heavily tainted air or through several physical attacks of this or any other varying attack forms.
• Can gain power during matches from the mass destruction that can take place during matches. From starting large fires that rage on or off the direct battlefield all the way up to the collateral damage caused by high powered attacks.
• Being of custom mutation it removes the ability of others to directly control it or any of its counterparts. Indirect manipulation or misdirection is fine, but attempting to bridge the gap between man and energy would allow the energy to attack the mind directly.

Dread Metal – Xavier has replaced the blood in his body with a liquid metal form dread energy substitute. The Dread Metal, as it would be named, gained its special properties through decades of breaking down a stone lake bed before Xavier has found it. The Dread Energy had absorbed the energy from the stone and soon became melded with it; thickening its structure and granting Xavier and in depth understanding of how to manipulate Earthen Elements. With this knowledge and a little trial and error Xavier would finally settle on the Dread Metal he uses today.

• Auto-Defense Much like the Dread Energy itself, Xaviers Dread Metal is a full extension of himself which lies dormant within his body until willed into action. Via his direct commands Xavier’s blood is forced through the pores of his body wherever it is needed where it takes on the glisten of liquid metal and can harden in an instant to replicate the strength of heavy armor with almost half the necessary amount of material.
• Capable of solidifying even muscles on a whim to increase durability.
• Capable of creating any metallic object/weapon
• Runs on a reserve of 4x human blood levels. Utilizing an empty chest cavity for storage
• Is worked into muscles, tendons and skeleton.
• Twice as strong as steel; utilizing a living structure to absorb impact better.

Dreadful Flames – On the whole these flames would operate much like ordinary flames. They do however burn with a dark red hue. The infusion of Dread Energy grants them the ability to burn eradicate matter at a higher rate as well as allows Xavier to create his flames on a whim.

Dreadful Lightning – In much the same way as the flames Xaviers lightning is not much different than ordinary. It glows a bright red and he is able to manifest on a whim by altering the makeup of his Dread Energy. Several direct hits would eventually cause the Dread Energy to seep into the targets mind and cause hallucinations.

Earth Manipulation – On the whole, this is the generic ability to control the earth element. It is mainly used to allow Xavier to control his blood better. However Xavier can imbue stones with Dread Energy if they are made within direct vicinity. These could radiate Dread Energy and lace the nearby air with it; assisting in creating a battlefield specifically for extra-sensory perception by radiating the Dread Energy used to create them on a recycling loop to keep them charged. Likewise if an opponent finds themselves exposed to the Dread Energy from the stones for too long it could slowly warping an opponent’s mind.

Enhanced Body

Xavier is known to possess three to four times as much blood as a normal human of the same size and stature. The main reason for this is that Xavier is free from the burden of major internal organs such as lungs, kidneys, liver or hear. All these things are broken down during the change and their cells are used to produce more Dread Energy. Xavier’s blood is a combination of Dread Energy and earthen Energy that allows Xavier full control over his blood. Meaning not all wounds will bleed and if they do it is often for an underlying reason.


• Xavier redesigned his entire physical anatomy from skin to skeleton. The bones were constructed of Dread Metal and their structure was almost identical to that of natural bone; holding an interior of slightly softer metal that bends and hardens as the bones require. Muscle was stacked atop of muscle with perfect and microscopic interweaving of Dread Metal; adding to their density and maintaining flexibility.
• Xavier’s skin has absorbed the Dread Energy magnificently and because of this it has a natural ability to repel energy based attacks and has a natural resistance to flame attacks. However slashing is still surprisingly effective against the upper layers of skin before making contact with muscle. Xx
• Xavier has enhanced the neuron pathways that send signals from his brain to his various limbs. Allowing his body to beginning reacting at an increased rate.

As a young boy Xavier had always thought he had the good fortune of being born normal. In most situations, this would be the case. Normality is not such a bad thing after all. However if you live in a world of magic and wonder. How great is to be normal then?

Xavier did not know this right away of course. Xavier and his parents lived in a small town in the hills. Being this far from the Titanus, the lands capital, sheltered him from what the world had to offer.

It wasn't so easy to hide as time went on. Xaviers parents, Rayne(f) and Aton(m), began to hear news that more and more children were being affected. Gaining incredible abilties around their 10th birthday. It was something they hoped and prayed would happen every night.

One by one the children of his town began nearing and passing their 10th. It hadn't exactly been counted but it seemed as though every child in town could do something. Touch and play with fire, make the wind blow and move a pebble or a puddle. Everyone but Xavier.

They all held out hope for the first few months and did their best to encourage him. Even going as far as to let him train along side them in hopes he would pick something up. Though he never did.

Months turned to years and Xavier faded into obscurity. Cradled as best one can be by the comforting words of his mother. Aton took less and less kindly to Xaviers normality and became more likely to express that to Xavier on any given occasion.

Xavier had just barely turned 12 Just days before the village had been attacked by horrid beasts known as The Diseased. Vicious creatures that held forms near identical to the indigenous animals. Though it would look as though they had survived being skinned alive. Exposing incredible muscular structure which always appeared wet with a thick black substance.

The Diseased were well known all throughout the land. Though no one had ever seen one in the foresty hills around the village. This made it all the worse when the village was attacked in the dead of night.

Citzens awoke to blood curdling screams of agony as the monsters went to work. Many blamed the children and their abilities for attracting the monsters attention. They were also however, credited for saving the entire town.

All of them except for Xavier, who stood quivering at the front door of his home along side his father. On the other side a snarling monster was heaving itself against the door. Shaking it on it's hinges. With every thud the wood audibly split more and more before giving way. Aton charged in with a yell while Xavier fell back with a yelp. Sliding himself under the dining table.

The beast looked something like a bear whose skin had been torn away to expose the muscle beneath. It threw Aton like a paperweight against the wall and Rayne cried out from beneath the bed im the corner; gaining the beasts attention. Aton was still getting to his feet when the beast flipped the bed and began slashing at Rayne which caused Xavier to cry out now. A mistake as Its gaze now fell on Xavier for a just a moment before it leapt through the air. Xavier rose his arms, closed his eyes and screamed in terror. The sound of tearing flesh filling the room.

It was a few moments before Xavier opened his eyes, screaming again when he did and scooting even further back. Directly infront of his face was the snarling maw of what looked like a mountain lion. Gnashing weakly as the last of its life poured from its body. Upon a closer look Xavier saw a stone spire jabbing through the wood and skewering the beast.

Frightened as he was Xavier looked up to the doorway to see a 13 year old blonde haired girl with a smirk on her face. Though her green eyes and his brown had met for only an instant, Xavier could feel a lifetime of judgement and despair behind that gaze.

The pain of her look was nothing compared to that of his father. Who was staring so sternly at Xavier that it bore a hole through his soul. There was a mixture of anger and disappointment in his eyes. It was all Aton could do to shake his head. Standing up with a grunt he moved over to wear Rayne lay and gathered her bod in his arms; taking a moment to gather her one severed arm before shuffling out the door.

Aton never said a word to Xavier after that. He simply awoke one day to find that his father had left and cleaned out the cupboards; leaving only half a loaf of bread on the table. Xavier never gave up hope that his father wouldn’t abandon him and lived on his own in the home as he awaited his father’s return. Days turned to months and as Xavier was forced to into thievery to sustain himself day to day the hope began to wither and word of the dirty little beggar boy began to spread. The children grew increasingly merciless and with each year their torment worsened. Until by means of stoning the town forced him from his town and ensured he would not be welcomed back.

This was only the beginning of Xaviers hate fueled life. Hatred not only at his own weakness but at his father for abandoning him and leaving him to the cruel hands of the townsfolk. At the other children and their powers and most of all the girl who exposed him as a coward.

Xavier decided to learn to fight with a blade in place of magic. Hell-bent on proving that magic is not needed to be stronger and that he was no coward. The easy part was stealing a sword off the night guards when they fell asleep. The hard part was spying on the training sessions they held beyond the walls and not being caught with the weapon.

This allowed him to defend himself when the Diseased would come. Even if the town wasn't attacked Xavier had to worry about the strays that would come out at night. Try as he might though he was never able to fight alongside of or at the same level as his now grown ex-friends. His rivals. Driving him further into anger and hatred.

The years passed in much the same, miserable fashion up til the eve of Xaviers 18th birthday.

The day started out with an overall good feeling to it. A very strange sensation since he had taken to a life of squalor and good days were seldom seen. Be that as it may whatever cloud had been hanging over his head the last few years seemed to have faded away. For the first time in a long time, he decided that he would have a bath and clean himself up before heading into town.

However, the day would inevitably show its true colors when Xavier reached the Eastern entrance of his old town. The front yard was littered with mangled corpses of man and Diseased alike, leading through the portcullis and into the town.

A mixture of disappointment and hope cascaded over his body as he followed the corpses with his blade gripped firmly. On one hand he was disappointed that this would happen on the first day he chose to go to town. Hopefully though it would allow him a chance to regain himself in they eyes of even one person.

“Aarggh!” a mans voice cried out in the near distance.

Xaviers head picked up and a smile dawned his face as he heard Xaviers anguished cries. Which seemed to be coming from a few streets over. With sword drawn Xavier put heel to stone and set off to find the wounded man.

After running a few streets over and wandering aimlessly Xavier found himself at the head of his old childhood street. Each doorway of every house littered with blood, bodies and broken furniture. All that is, except for what remained of his home.

All at once the shame, fear and hatred that had haunted him so long came pouring back; cascading from head to toe in a chilling wave. In his mind he screamed for his body to turn and run, when Xaviers voice cried out once again. Though now much louder and more defined. It was the voice of Aton.

“Argh-help me!” his voice tore through the darkness, breaking Xavier out of the trance he had placed himself. With gritted teeth and a shaky iron grasp of his blade Xavier charged his home; using a well placed boot to throw the door open.

The pained screams of Xavier had continued up to the moment that Xaviers foot pressed against the door. Replaced only by the faint vibrations of an animalistic growl that emanated from the shadows of The bed nestled into the corner of the no bedroom house. Xaviers feet landed lightly upon the wood but sent out an audible creek which silenced the growling and highlighted a faint squishing sound from the same area.

Xavier could hear his heart beating in his ears as he shuffled his way slowly along the wooden floor. Try as he might he could never make out what it was that lay in the shadows, it always seemed to be just out of sight or hidden in darkness. The grip that had only moments ago been as steady as a mountain had begun to tremble at the thought of what he may see next.

It was only as he rounded the bed post that the picture began to come together; beginning with an ever widening pool of blood and Inside this pool was a set of limp legs. Xaviers heart sank a smidge, for they had been severed just inches above the knee and their respective body lay a few feet further. Xaviers eyes had widened and his breath had quickened as his eyes gazed over it all. When all of a sudden there was a quick jostling in the corner followed by a wet gurgle.

Xaviers breath caught in his throat as he shifted his vision and the tip of his sword towards the still abnormally dark corner of the room no more than 2 feet away from him. From the darkness stretched a pale, bloodied hand as though it were begging for help. However Xavier could only see up to the arms elbow; enough to see that it was a mans but the darkness was hiding anything more. He was hesitant to explore further.

As though something had sensed this there was a brief sound of rushing wind followed by a squishy piercing noise and another manly grunt of pain stifled by what sounded to be a mouth of blood. The hand that had been reaching out seemed to tighten together in a brief moment of pain before going limp and falling to the floor. The tip of Xaviers sword lowered suddenly and he began to move forwars as he felt a wave of terror come over him. Had his only chance of saving his father just been ripped from him?

“Dad!” Xavier called out to the darkness, stretching out his hand for the pale limb he saw as his father. But not everything was as it seemed.

The darkness ebbed away with each step he took and soon Xavier could see that the body attached to the arm and the sword which lay only inches from it. What’s more, there was now two faces staring back at him from within the shadows and the scariest part was which one he recognized.

Lying on the ground with a face twisted into a soft, dead grimace of pain was a man Xavier had never seen before. With legs attached and all but of his chest was gone though. The flesh torn open and innards eaten with the blood painted across the second face now staring back at him. The face of his father. Albeit a little different, seeing as half of his face was opened up presumably by a sword wound and was oozing a black liquid. For just a moment they stood motionless and held eye contact, before a small quiver touched at Xaviers lip.

“Dad…” Xavier whimpered, causing his father to shift his body sideways with only his arms; dragging bloodied legless stumps across the ground. “No..!” Xavier yelled and began to back away with shuffling foot steps, sword clanging to the wooden floor as his grip on more than just his sanity was lost.

As though answering his final yell, the Diseased that was his father opened its mouth and released a scream which managed to ring at every octave and sent a chill through his spine. Xavier turned as quick as he could and began to run away, but it was too late. Xavier felt nails digging into his skin just before he began to fall. As soon as he hit the ground he rolled over, allowing him to reach out and grab hold of the Diseased by its shoulders. Holding it just far enough away that it’s gnashing teeth were just out of reach of his face. Xavier let out an involuntary cry of anguish as he fought against the weight out; lessening his grip to grab his blade would open him up to attacks and laying here hopelessly would eventually run him dry. And even if he could escape he didn’t feel like he could bring himself to kill what had been his father. Plus it wasn’t like he had anything to live for anyway… there was only one thing he could decide to do.

Xavier looked into the black, lifeless eyes of his father’s face and managed a smile through the effort he was exerting. “I love you dad.”

Xavier shut his eyes and relaxed his arm's, welcoming whatever may came next as the Diseased released yet another piercing screech as it descended upon him. Xavier could feel the teeth beginning to gnaw at his chin when a brief quaking of the ground shook the floorboards. Followed immediately by a Splintering wood and a wet squish.

It took a few seconds, but eventually Xavier opened his eyes and was staring directly into the black orbs which had replaced his father’s eyes. Through its skull was a slender spike that seemed to be jutting from the floorboards.. Xavier turned his head quickly to the other side and was greeted by the sight of a beautiful green eyed, blonde haired petite woman who snapped her fingers when he saw her and made the spike retract into the ground and his father’s body fall onto him.. On her face was a thick smirk which oozed arrogance.

With sensual crossing strides the woman crossed the room and stopped just a foot from Xaviers head where she bent at the knees and crouched further to his level.

“I guess even as a man you don’t have the balls to make it in this world.” She spoke with a soft, but harsh tone. She looked over at the lifeless body of his father. “At least now he’s free from a life of shame. Perhaps I should have waited and let him take you with him. Lord knows he always talked about it.”

With a prominent smile and a wink she stood up straight once again. She spun upon her heel and flicked her hair with a whip of her head before making for the door. With each step her words echoed louder and louder in Xaviers mind. As she neared the door every negative feeling he had ever had began to swarm his mind with her face as the sole image in his mind.

”Are we going to take that from that bitch?” a deep voice called over the noise in his mind. And in a mighty roar Xavier drowned out the noise and answered the voice.

“Noo!” Xaviers voice boomed as he righted himself; grabbing his blade from the floor in the process.

The woman jumped from the vicious tone of the scream and turned in query of what it was; a mixture of shock and confusion on her face as she turned. Though she had barely turned and made eye contact with Xavier when she felt his blade tear through her back and up through her lung and ribcage. The look of confusion became twisted with pain as her hands moved to weakly grasp the blade jutting out of her while her eyes stayed locked on Xaviers. No longer were they brown, but a red/purple mix that looked like clouds.

As soon as Xavier pierced his blade through the woman Xavier felt an incredible surge of power deep within his chest. Putting his nose against hers Xavier let out a scream directly in her face, his arms flexing very visibly before the woman’s feet were lifted off of the ground; a quiet squishing sounding as the blade sank in deeper as all her weight was put onto it. Xaviers yell ebbed away as he lifted the woman a foot into the air, only to shout again as he rotated the tip of the blade in the air so that it and the woman’s face were pointed at the ground. With a heave Xavier thrust the blade towards the floor boards and embedded the tip with a very solid thud. Leaving the woman’s legs dangling helplessly in the air and her face pressed against the floor beneath her own body weight. By now she was managing intelligible gargles of help as her arms flapped uselessly.

Xavier took a step back and watched the woman choke on her own blood; his breath heavy and rapid as though he were a panting animal. It was only when the woman’s body finally went limp that Xaviers mind began to come back to him and when it all hit him; Xavier broke down in tears and fell to his knees.

They’re coming. the voice spoke to him again; making Xaviers head shoot up and his eyes go wide.

“Whose coming?” he called out to the empty room. “Who are you?!”

The only one who cares whether you live or die. Now move.

Before Xavier could answer the clatter of armor and volley of manly voices signaled that the guards had begun doubling back for cleanup and knowing what he had just done Xavier knew the strange voice had a point. Even with the warning Xavier was unable to escape through the window before the guards were through the doorway; allowing them to give chase.

No matter how fast he moved Xavier couldn’t shake the guard and they chased him clear out of town and for what seemed like miles through the surrounding forest. Eventually night began to fall and with no torches the guards decided to fall back to town; leaving Xavier all alone in the darkness with no idea of where he was.

Xavier stumbled aimlessly for hours in the darkness until finally he stumbled upon something; a tree root sticking up in the path. Thankfully by using his head he managed to cushion his fall, by means of slamming forehead first into a Boulder and protecting his body.

“Fuck!” Xavier yelled as he put his hand to his forehead once he felt the blood pouring down his face, bending his head down to keep the blood from his eyes.

Xa-avie-er.. his name was called out softly by innumerable women’s voices.

In an instant Xavier the chill of the night was forced away and replaced with a strange warming sensation; as though a fire had suddenly been lit beside him. Quick as a whip Xavier lifted his head to try and see where the voices had come from but he was quickly blinded by his blood and forced to wipe it away.

Xa-avie-er.. the voices rang out again, but more prominently.

Xavier lifted his head again with his eyes blinking rapidly in a futile effort to clear his vision. Though his vision was hazy he managed to see a dark figure not far from him and beckoning with its arm so as to guide Xavier.

Xavier followed the dark form for a short time but despite getting a hold on his bleeding he was never able to see more than her silhouette. Here and there Xavier would lose sight of the shadow entirely as it passed by a tree, only to have it reappear behind a different tree almost beyond his peripherals. It felt like a game of cat and mouse that finally ended as Xavier was led out of the tree line and into a small moonlit clearing with a lake at its center.

Looking all around him Xavier couldn’t seem to find the figure that had been calling to him in the forest. For that matter why had he been hearing voices at all today?

Before Xavier was allowed to finish his thoughts he had his attention stolen away by a bright red spark that suddenly lit up an area of land closer to the lake. Xaviers pupils dilated the moment he focused on the light and the warm feeling passed through his body once again.

As they dimmed away and fell to the earth yet another show of red light came about, a tiny set of twin lights no bigger than the tip of a needle that danced and twirled around one another just above the dirt. As they spun they released a shower of sparks onto the ground which sparked some growth within the soil as a small, pitch black plant stem broke through.

Xavier began to take small steps towards the light show just as the tiny orbs began to rise into the air, the black stem stretching up in unison. Both the lights and the stem would rise up to around Xaviers knee height before stopping, allowing the orbs to expand their rotations. In that same moment the orbs began to dim in brightness as the amount of sparks they created increased dramatically. The black stem split thinly at the top with a light shower of sparks, allowing 3 additional stems to curl away from the tip and drop lightly towards the earth.

At the very tips of these hanging stems gathered the sparks of the now faded light orbs and with just a few pulsations they took form. The light on these stems faded with time as well to expose a plump red plant bulb whose folds glistened with a red light hanging from the stems. The beautiful sight painted a soft and stupid smile upon Xaviers face as he dropped to his knees with outstretched arms. The tip of his finger had barely grazed the surface of the nearest bud when all three blossomed in unison and with strange force. With their forceful opening they released a hazy red cloud of toxic spores that would hit him square in the face and send him reeling. A howl of both pain and surprise echoing into the darkness as he hit his rear, scrambling backwards away from the lake and the plant.

Upon impact the spores would infect the body and cause instant sensory hallucinations, which is why Xavier howled as he did. To him, that simple burst of air felt as though it had torn straight to the bone of his jaw and on top of this there was a bright red flash as the spores touched his eyes. Frantic pawing and a copious amount of fear filled tears made cleaning his eyes relatively easy and allowed him to get his bearings.

While he had not thrashed about he strangely enough, was no longer facing towards the plant or the lake but rather away from it and towards the forest. Quick as a whip Xavier turned 180 degrees to face the lake and plant again. A deep sense of Dread welled up within his chest as he stood and stared the plant down, a cold sweat dripping down his brow. From inconceivable place a deep and throaty chuckled endlessly, standing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

Deep inside his mind a voice was screaming, urging him to turn and run but this voice was silenced by an undying curiosity. This time a curiosity to see exactly what it was that was starting to bubble beneath the surface of the dark lake. From the murky water a single pitch black tentacle stretched towards the sky until it towered high above Xavier. Whose eyes were glued to what was going on. omg
When it reached around 12 feet high the tentacle finally stopped growing but it began to make an ungodly noise. As though a large creature was heaving and readying to spew vomit. With each heave the tentacle would quiver, eventually making a small orb appear at its base. With each heave that would follow the orb would rise higher and higher until with an audible *pop* it reached the top; at which point the tentacle would spring into movement once again.

The strange tentacle fell back and downwards towards the surface of the lake in an almost free fall like state. Curling itself at the last second so that it shot through the air just above the water with such speed it rippled the water behind it without ever making contact. It moved at this incredible speed towards the bank Xavier stood upon, angling at the last moment so that it was now headed towards his face. A sinking feeling entered Xaviers stomach as he was overwhelmed with fear but found himself unable to move other even close his eyes as it closed in on him.

A quiet gasp slipped from his lips; the tentacle stopped only an inch from his nose. Again the voice inside him screamed to run and again it was smothered by sickening curiosity as the mass began to heave once again. Almost out of nowhere a slit began to appear on the surface of the mass. A slit through which long and thick strands of matted black hair began to protrude, more and more falling through as the tentacle heaved.

With more and more being exposed it wasn’t long before patches of lightly tanned skin began to come through. A severe chill ran through Xaviers spine as everything came to a rest, his jaw dropping open in a silent scream. Staring back at him was the severed and mangled head of a man with emerald green eyes whose days of glistening were far behind him. For Xavier, it was the very same face of the man who had been trying to eat him earlier in the day; his father. .

Adrenaline began to flood through Xaviers body, bringing about a light tingling across his body showing that things were coming back online. Even now his scream was beginning to come through piercing and loud. But, it wasn’t from his mouth. The muscles of the face staring back at him had not moved an inch, yet through its slightly open mouth came a terrified and ear splitting yell. Horrified as he was Xavier tried harder still to scream and still his voice was stolen from him.

Just as he thought it could get no worse, the once distant eyes and relaxed muscles of the face began to distort and change. A look of intense ferocity crept over the once dead face as its gaze locked with Xaviers, its once terrified scream twisting and distorting until it became a beat like roar with its mouth still hanging open.

In one quick movement the doppelgangers face closed the tiny sliver of distance which remained between itself and Xavier. Going so far as to graze the tip of its nose with his own so as to inspire the most amount of fear possible; with great success. Xaviers voice was his own once again and it came out in a shrill yipe as he spun on his heels, turning away from the tentacle and the lake and starting on a dead run.

The moment he turned from the creature he felt a brief moment of peace at not having to see it anymore and he seized it. Putting his feet to the ground with as much force as he ever had before, hell bent on never seeing this place ever again. However Xavier only felt the glorious thud of freedom beneath his feet for three steps when it was suddenly ripped out from beneath his feet. Almost to literally.

On the 4th step Xaviers monstrous, adrenaline fueled step met only air as it came down and it sent an icy chill through his entire body before it suddenly met a thick, gooey substance. Just like moments before his vision was suddenly masked by a horrid flash of red light, revealing everything for as it had been all along. Where he had thought that he was running back to the confines of the forest he had infact turned and ran directly into the black lake. While he would never understand it in his last moments, a hallucination had caused him to misread the position of the black lake and caused him to run straight into what he wanted to avoid. What he did understand, was this lake was far from being filled with water.

The black substance was thick as syrup and worse than that it seemed to grasp at his body and yank him down further now matter how hard he struggled. In an effort to scream one last time Xavier opened his mouth and reached to the sky, only to have the thick substance shove its way down his throat just moments before his vision is covered entirely.
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All at once his senses clicked off. Darkness, emptiness, nothingness. The feeling of his tense muscles simply faded away and he left with a warm sensation over taking his entire body; beginning with his toes. It wasn’t possible for him to move his head to look at them but Xavier was almost positive that they were gone.

Xavier was floating in the nothingness for what felt like hours; having lost sensation in everything save for his neck and head. When out of nowhere and from everywhere a deep voice spoke again; his words creating a rippling mass of energies that seemed to stretch into infinity.

Ahh Xavier.. it spoke softly. We finally get to meet…

As the voice trailed off another light show began before Xaviers eyes, before his own face suddenly appeared from the darkness. Staring back at him with dark purple eyes.

Face to face. The voice spoke through the copy of Xaviers face. A huge grin stretching impossibly an inch beyond each ear.

Slowly the real Xaviers face began to twist with confusion as his lips pursed together. “Wha-“ Xavier started slowly.

Whaaat is going on you ask?! the fake face called out, pressing itself against Xaviers face as it spoke. But Xavier couldn’t feel it at all.

Long story short; I’m stealing your life little man! On the last syllable the face gained a full head and grew a neck.

Xavier tried to have a reaction, but his face felt frozen now. No longer taken over by warmth.

“Don't worry” Xaviers voice spoke from the face in front of him. “This is what you were destined for! I have been watching you for quite sometime and I’m here to tell you that you’ve finally made it!”

With a quiver and shake the floating head produced a bare chest down to the abdomen and it sprouted two arms and hands; one of which was holding a small hand mirror. Quick as a whip the hand brought it between Xavier and the strange being before him; allowing Xavier his first sight of himself. Xaviers eyes widened at what he saw.

In the mirror staring back at him was only a pair of brown colored eyes, wide and glistening with fear.

“Aaaaaghhhhh!!” Xaviers voice yelled through the darkness before the mirror moved away, showing it was the fake Xavier screaming from his mouth. “I do believe that was the word you were looking for, no?” The fake Xavier sat cross legged in the darkness with his elbow resting on his knee to help prop his chin up with his fist. Entirely nude with the cross of his legs hiding his junk.

“Well great, now I feel like I should explain!” The fake Xavier threw his hands up on feigned exasperation.

“You see, your world isn’t exactly ‘your world’” The fake used air quotes now before pounding his hand against his chest. “it's ours! And you shitheads are only borrowing the space.”

What? a disembodied voice echoed in the darkness.

“That’s it!” The fake Xavier snapped his fingers and pointed towards the eyes in the darkness. “You catch on quick my friend! It took me centuries to figure out how to speak here! But still; shut your god damned mind.”

“Now, as I was saying, this world is ours! The gods! We created everything you all take for granted!” The fake Xavier had begun to pace now; a black rectangle hovering over his dong as he strolled in perfect loopty loops in midair.

“Even those powers that you all drool over and fantasize about are nothing more than cheap knock offs granted to you by the gods. But do we get any sort of thanks? No!”

No we…Only…You

“Eh?” The fake Xavier stopped in his tracks, angled diagonally in the air with his head pointed down in relation to what Xavier viewpoint. The naked body seemed to tense for a moment; before raising a hand and swatting at the air as though to wipe away the subject. “Yeah yeah they aren’t what’s important right now.”
Xaviers body rotated quickly on its own to right itself as his legs became crossed once again and he moved to face the disembodied eyes. With both hands raised the thumb and forefinger of each hand snapped together and left the index fingers pointed at the eyes.

“YOU are what’s important right now my friend!” Now he clasped his hands together and interlinked his fingers so that he was holding his own hand and he painted the same cheesy smile on his face. For once in your miserable little life you actually matter!” Pulling his hands apart Xaviers body created a shower of sparks that danced as he wiggled his fingers. “Hurraayy!”

Seconds of silence passed by and the smile melted away from his face. “Well don't start blinking for joy or anything.” He let out a soft sigh before starting again.

“Okay look; I am a God too. Through difference of opinions I found myself locked in ‘god jail' “ the air quotes made their way back. “Sure I spent the first few centuries crying and the next ones enraged but eventually I realized that if I didn’t like it here I was going to have to get myself out. And so I worked up a plan that was centered around a piece or human garbage. One of the only children the gods saw unfit for their gifts. You!” Xaviers hand reached out and jabbed one of the disembodied eyes straight in its pupil; popping it in a cloud of white smoke.

Even though he was beyond his physical body Xaviers consciousness could feel the incredible pain caused by that and he screamed out in pain as his other free eye closed. The darkness around them trembled as Xaviers voice boomed through it; causing random jolts of a thick red energy to light up the darkness.

What little bit of a smile was left on the face of the man in Xaviers vanished in an instant before he began to float in a slow circle to take in everything that was happening. “That…is a new one….” He spoke quietly.

“Anywho!” he hollered as he snapped around to look at Xaviers disembodied eye. “When I saw that none of the other gods saw you fit take their gifts; well I just had to have You! I could feel your misery and jealousy and it was oh so sweet. So I grabbed hold of your life and I shat all over it! The father that never accepted you and ultimately despised you for being a weakling. The mother who loved you so dearly and yet you were so helpless to stop her slaughter. The friends and town that cast you out like the true human garbage you are. It was all me ! Mitsurashi! God of Chaos!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

“I got you nice and mad at the world and all that hate started to open a doorway for me to finally grant my gift on someone. Today, when you finally lost it and absolutely massacred that woman you burst that door wide open and now: here you are!” With a big grin Mitsurashi unfolded the legs of Xaviers body and floated away from Xaviers disembodied eye. While motion towards his entire body with graceful strokes of his hands in the air Mitaurashi spoke again. “Or here I am actually! With all those chaotic feelings bouncing around inside you and the chaotic life you’ve lived you’re now this big writhing pool of Chaos Energy that's going to allow me to gather enough Chaos Energy at one moment to finally break free. And since it’s the old switcheroo my brethren will be none the wiser until it is too late!”

Mitsurashi brought his hands together once again; creating a shower of purple sparks that danced briefly in the air before swimming to the tips of Mitsurashis fingers where they would shine brightly. “Now, all that’s left to do is to syphon the energy away from you and I will leave you to float aimlessly in this prison for all eternity!” As he spoke he turned slowly and began separating his fingers, causing purple energy to ark between his outstretched fingers. As though teasing Xavier, Mitsurashi was wiggling his lit up fingers as he approached Xaviers last disembodied eye. “This is only going to hurt for a moment.”

Xaviers eye was frantically scanning the scene before him; it was about to run itself out of its socket when Mitsurashi reached out and placed both hands of glowing finger tips in a perfect circle around Xaviers eye. Xavier could feel a strange pulling around his eye socket.

“Ahh yes” Mitsurashi spoke softly. “I can feel the energy within you. Just let it slip away boy. Give your life to me!”

What remained of Xaviers vision was overcome by flashes of purple lights and visions of his past. On the whole he began to feel very sleepy. Each flash of purple energy caused a different piece of his life to flash before his eyes; each scene darker and quieter than the last. So this is what it was like to die.

No.. The word echoed quietly, but in its wake it created pulsating waves of a dark red energy. Just before Mitsurashis fingers flashed from purple to red and caused him to cry out and retract his hands; eyeing them suspiciously. But they were purple again.

“What was that..” Mitsurashi spoke quietly. Looking over at Xaviers eye, it was crying and still looking for any kind of way out. It didn’t seem to be him. With a Vigorous shake of his head and a flex of his hands Mitsurashi readied himself to try again. “I just have to rip It out of him.”

With a deep breath Mitsurashi slammed his hands back around Xaviers eyes and his muscles visibly tensed as he worked himself. Xaviers eye rolled back to expose the whites of his eyes before they started turning a dark purple color. Xavier blacked out in an instant, but only for an instant.

Nooo!! This time the voice boomed like thunder before a thick, red lightning bolt appeared from the darkness and collided with Mitsurashis neck. Wrapping itself tightly around his throat.

“What?!” Mitsurashi exclaimed.

The purple color that had overtaken Xaviers eyes was starting to change; a swirling red mass growing in its center. The purple lights of Mitsurashis fingers shifted to a dark red purple as well and he found that he was no longer able to pull his hands away.

“I don't understand…what is this power?!” Mitsurashi screamed.

The last of the darkness in Xaviers eyes faded away leaving a dark red color in place of his whites. His eyeball rolled back to center, exposing a glistening red iris.

“It's your gift to me; remember.” Mitsurashis mouth moved in perfect unison with the booming voice that tore through the darkness. Mitsurashis skin began to crack and fracture, allowing the dark red energy to pour from within. No matter how hard he tried; Mitsurashi couldn’t scream about what was happening. Xavier was starting to regain control and even better; he was taking over what remained of Mitsurashis as well.

Mitsurashi threw his head back as his own eyes were forced to change from purple to red; a look of pain twisting his face. Though it wasn’t for long as Mitsurashi face fractured and cracked before his entire body exploded in a majestic puff of red energy. The darkness came to life with a volley of red lightning strikes; each of which grew stronger than the last until…
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It was no more than a minute after Xavier had first fallen into the black lake, time passing much slower in the real world. The pitch black darkness of the night was briefly lit up with red as a massive bolt of dark red energy tore through the air and smacked dead center in the black lake.

Xavier had managed to work up enough energy to break through the prison and the black lake acted like a magnet for his power. Providing him a sanctuary where he would be able to figure out how to sustain a physical form.

Inside The like he found what remained of his body lying at the bottom; already a skeleton as the Chaos Energy had eaten away the flesh. It gave Xavier a base to work with though and through trial and error Xavier would manage a roughly doppelganger that would allow him to obtain another body. When he did obtain a body, Xavier went on a series of killing sprees to collect several different specimens that he could add to the black lake. Learning their muscular and bone structures as he could feel them being broken down bit by bit.

Xavier also found that the Black Lake had begun to dissolve the stone surrounding it, breaking it down to an atomic level and joining the two as one. The liquid was essentially a living, writhing form of a Chaos/Earth hybrid.
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Within a few years Xavier had learned an incredible amount about his own bodies possibilities, the liquid that would in time serve as blood and the muscular and skeletal structure of the human body. Using this knowledge Xavier fashioned himself a new body and set about a plan if revenge that would bring about the fall of his town and it’s defenders.

With each defender he dragged back to the lake, Xavier was able to add their power to his own. Amassing a collection of 3 different elements before he was banished from his world. Fire, lightning and stone. Shortly after he was banished from his home in the multiverse and now moves randomly between worlds in search if battle.

Name: Jason Shaver (Shiveztel Shaiveér)
Hex Color: #000080
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Race: Euthoran Dragon-Shapeshifter hybrid (Darkwing Firedrake (Vulcus Vulcus Obscurus) and Euthoran Shapeshifter (Fera Mutat Speciem))
Height: Six feet (as a human); 35 feet long, 70-foot wingspan; 8 feet tall at shoulder (as a dragon)
Weight: 157 lbs as a human
Appearance: As a human, Jason is somewhat lanky, with a pale complexion on a somewhat wiry frame. His jet-black hair is thick, coarse, untidy, and of medium length, but doesn't get in the way of his sharp emerald-green eyes. His irises are faintly luminous in the dark, and are slightly reflective like a cat's. They carry an animalistic, almost feral light to them, as if just behind his human appearance is a predatory beast waiting to pounce. Jason is inexpressive with his eyes; they always seem to hold a cold neutrality- the neutrality of a wild animal that doesn't care if you live or die.

Jason wears light-material clothing so as to not inhibit movement. This usually consists of a somewhat loose black or dull, dark blue short-sleeved t-shirt and faded black jeans. His clothing is fairly plain, the only markings being thin navy blue rims at his collar and the ends of his sleeves. He wears black shoes with blue strips atop them; these shoes are sturdy and built to withstand strenuous activities such as hiking, running, and climbing.

On his back a quiver is strapped, along with his signature weapon- a composite, recurve longbow. An intricate pentagram pendant hangs from his neck on a black cord. (see Equipment).

As a dragon, Jason is built typically for a young Darkwing Firedrake- more slender than an aged adult, but with noticeable bulk at the shoulders and hind legs. He measures slightly over 35 feet long with a massive and broad 70-foot wingspan. His heavily muscled shoulders lend to powerful wing muscles; while he is not as fast as other, lighter Firedrakes in the air, he can typically stay airborne longer and fly more easily through harsh weather. Jason has an elongated, slightly low-slung build, allowing for a good measure of stealth at night on uneven terrain. Most of his body length is his tail, which is held as a counterweight to keep him balanced when moving silently.

Covered in metallic black scales (which can appear to be blue depending on the lighting), Jason has several silver markings, most notable on the outer edges of his wings. These wing markings are jagged and help break up his outline under moonlight. He has an arrow-like marking around his left eye; his eyes are a sharp emerald green, faintly luminous, and contain vertical, sightly rounded pupils. The ventral sides of his wings are a solid silver, matching the leathery scutes on his neck and abdomen, as well as the silver dorsal membrane that runs all the way from the base of his skull to halfway down his tail. This membrane is light, reflective, and the center of Jason's body language, its movements noticeable at the slightest twitch according to Jason's emotions.

Jason has an eight-point crown (three points on each eye ridge and two on the central crest) and four gently curving, tusk-like horns which frame his skull. His crown and horns are dense and solid, meant to defend against attacks to the head, even from other dragons. Like all Firedrakes, he has a hooked snout and spiked nostrils, tetradactylous limbs, and two leathery rings around his tail. Additionally, he has a barbed spike at the end of his tail, used primarily for clubbing, though the four back-facing tips of the spike are sharp, serrated, and capable of dealing heavy shredding damage.

-- Main Image: [Click] (depicts feathered fletching, ignore it. see below.)
-- Alternate: [Click]
-- Dragon Form: [Click]
-- Dragon Headshot: [Click]

Personality: Jason is overall cool and aloof to anyone who is not Mimring. Generally preferring to be alone, he opts out of conversation and interaction whenever possible, finding a quiet place to rest or an excuse to simply leave. He may almost seem unapproachable, though is rarely hostile without cause. Rather, he keeps a flat neutrality to strangers, becoming unfriendly only once they annoy him and immediately becoming wary and combative upon any signs of threat or hostility.

Conversely, to Mimring, Jason is good-natured and amicable. Though he still prefers not to converse, he enjoys the dragon's company and if stressed will stay at the dragon's side. Despite a serious, almost reticent, personality, the dragon has always been good at getting a grin or a laugh out of his master. The two fight alongside each other as brothers, putting their lives on the line for one another without any hesitation.

In general, Jason has a serious and neutral personality, but can easily become stressed. He can be highly impulsive and reckless, taking risky maneuvers in combat if he thinks it could benefit him. On the other hand, a stressed Jason can be a dangerous one, for he is both a dragon and a wild, predatory animal at heart, and instinct and impulse will often combine to cause him to lash out, even at those who aren't strictly his enemies.

He is relentless and gives no quarter in combat. Though initially wary at the start of an encounter, when he feels he has a firm grasp of how his opponent works he adjusts his battle plan accordingly. Jason prefers to maintain a healthy distance from the enemy, but will not hesitate in getting into close range if he feels he must.
Backstory: Plucked from one world and dropped unceremoniously into another, with only his steadfast draconic companion by his side, Jason finds his past infuriatingly foggy. If he truly focuses, brief and vague but almost contradictory images flash by like half-formed, or half-erased, memories.

He remembers wars, dragonfire and the roars of vicious beasts above him, seeking to kill all in their sight. He remembers running through old streets, thieving with his childhood friends- remembers his guardian dying in front of him while his brother holds him back from throwing himself at the murderers. Stopping a war, killing a loved one, ascending to a peak he never knew he could reach before orchestrating the destruction of his own world--

-- he remembers running away in fear of persecution for his abilities, finding a dragon among mountain crags and ridges, taking control of it before it can kill him. A flash of brassy copper, a glimpse of gray, of dark blue, of a sickly green. Becoming a leader, heartache as friends die, the loss of his own sanity and stability. A crack of lightning, a glimpse into a fiery abyss, he distinctly remembers his own death and yet he is still alive.

And yet amidst these very human memories he remembers not living as a human at all, but a dragon. Torn from his home at a young age, imprisoned by heavy chains and dark walls, a soft blue glow mocking him in his weakness. He remembers defying destiny itself, tearing himself from his prison. A dangerous alliance. He kills his king just to take his place, instilling the old new world order with a mighty roar.

Or does he? These memories are faint but vivid, real but vague. A dozen conflicting memories flood his mind, each vying for an equally prominent place, insisting their verity. There is a faint recollection of a ship, a water-user, a monster he can't describe; another of a demon-woman brutally killing him. Yet here he stands, after multiple memories of his own death, as if they'd never happened in the first place.

He does not dwell on it. His memories may be vague but he knows how to fight, and he knows how to survive. He knows who he is, but not who he was, and cannot make sense of who he could be. He would try to find his way home, if he only knew which of these foreign chains of memories was his home. Maybe all of them are. Maybe none. Maybe this is his new home now. And maybe it doesn't matter. With these alien ideas pushed aside, he stands astride his best friend, his spiritual brother, and seeks to make sense of his new conditions, and at the same time, can't help but prepare to once again fight for his life.

"Torn between the life we led and where we now stand... which one is true?"

Major Abilities:
+ Shapeshifting: Jason's primary combat ability is to alter his DNA at the genetic level in order to take the form of nearly any animal. In all forms, he has black hair, fur, feathers, or scales with luminous green eyes. Several forms, most notably wolf and dragon, have light silver accent markings. This occurs even if this particular color scheme is not possible in nature. Jason prefers predatory animals as forms, particularly those that are quick and agile, but depending on the situation and the opponent he may opt for something else. Jason's shapeshifting is almost entirely on the physical genetic level, onset by Adrenaline-like chemicals within his body to alter his DNA. His DNA itself is structured in a unique triple helix shape.
-- Darkwing Firedrake Form: Though Jason typically uses his human form for non-combat purposes, his natural, true form is a massive black-and-silver dragon. While in this form, Jason has access to all of a dragon's brute strength, sharper daylight vision, and fire-breathing abilities. Of note, his fire burns a blue-white color and is hotter than average dragonfire, with the temperature being comparable to that of an oxyacetylene torch (that is to say, around 3000 °C at the core of the flame, its temperature dropping to roughly half at the outermost edges). In flight, Jason is not particularly fast compared to Mimring, but makes up for it in endurance and sheer power. He has a bite strength of roughly 3500 psi.
-- New Hide: Due to the nature of shapeshifting- in particular often growing a completely new skin when he transforms- superficial injuries may be healed upon shift. Shallow cuts, scrapes, and bruises will be healed entirely, deeper wounds such as stabs and bad chemical burns may only heal as far as the hypodermis in order to stem bleeding and contact pain, and serious injuries such as broken bones may only partially heal. Depending on the wound's severity, repeated shifting will often result in scarring.
-- Form Hybridization:Jason is capable of only partially shifting from one form into another, allowing him to combine the traits of two or more animal forms into one. Though this is often used to give his human form claws or flightless animals wings, he can also control his size to an extent. This generally depends on the size disparity between two forms- he can, for example, be a wolf the size of a bear, but not a rat of equal size. In general, size control will only completely work if the larger of the two forms is no more than three or four times the size of the smaller. Additionally, traits that are not purely anatomical can be hybridized as well, augmenting his senses even further or allowing his non-dragon forms limited access to his fire.
-- Collateral Knowledge: Being that Jason regularly transitions in and out of various animal forms, he has acquired extensive knowledge of anatomy, biology, and aerodynamics as they apply to any of his forms- for example, he knows exactly where to strike the average human to deal maximum damage, the most lethal methods of killing at his disposal, and how an animal's shape and weight affect its ability to fly.
+ Dracomancy: Jason has a psychic and spiritual affinity with dragons. While this has applications in hypnosis-like "mind" control, Jason is less skilled in this aspect of it and thus cannot reliably use it in combat. Instead, his most prominent use of the ability is the powerful bond he shares with Mimring. This bond is rooted in both mind and soul, and the two act as a single unit in combat despite being two separate beings. This allows them open telepathic communication between each other only, allowing for not only words and conversation to pass between them, but also vague ideas, images, and emotions as well.
-- Shared Information: Due to the telepathic nature of their link, Mimring and Jason can easily perceive the world through both their own senses and each others'. While the most commonly used senses are vision and hearing, it applies to all of them except tactile senses such as pain, pressure, and temperature, which can be communicated if need be rather than felt. This can be actively "turned off" if the need arises, but is passively active by default. While Jason relies heavily on survival instinct in combat, much of this instinct is in reality input from Mimring conveying information to him and causing an instinct-like reaction. The nature of this shared information with Mimring is such that Jason is used to mental strain from sensory overloads, and thus has developed a resistance to mind-altering effects and mental manipulation or control. He passes this resistance along to Mimring.
-- Spiritual Conduit: Mimring and Jason are so intrinsically linked that they each have developed a version of each others' primary powers (see Spirit Link abilities in both profiles).
-- Shared Life Energy: The spiritual nature of their bond is such that the very essence of life flows easily from dragon to master. While killing one will not instantly cause the other to die, Mimring and Jason can share their life force with one another to augment healing, restore stamina, and revitalize the recipient. This has multiple applications, such as staving off the effects of pain, poisons, and severe blood loss for long enough that they can secure victory in battle. It is not infallible, however, and while it can greatly mitigate weakness induced from these sorts of effects it cannot completely prevent death in the most severe of cases. Because of the nature of his link with Mimring, Jason has the natural lifespan of a dragon, and thus does not visibly age beyond his prime (late 20's) when under the influence of any sort of temporal acceleration effects.
+ Spirit Link - Electroimpery: As part of the Spiritual Conduit of Jason's Dracomancy, he has developed the ability to use Mimring's Electroimpery as if it was his own. As Jason is less skilled in this ability than Mimring, he primarily uses it to attack with lightning and similar electrical discharge-based assaults. Though his targeted range (aiming specifically for one target) is similar to that of Mimring's, it becomes less accurate both with more targets and with longer distance.
-- Magnetism: Like Mimring, Jason is able to use his control over electricity to change the magnetic charge, as well as its ability to hold said charge, of nearby objects. It can also be user to change an object's ability to react to the charges of other objects (allowing paramagnetic and diamagnetic objects to be affected more strongly). The effect is strongest upon contact, but usable within a moderate distance of about ten meters, with this range more than tripled with metallic objects. That being said, the effect weakens somewhat with both distance and weight- for example, he would be able to cause a small metal disk (of a pound in weight) thirty meters away to fly to his hand, but no matter how close he is he will not be able to draw a cargo ship to himself. As a rule of thumb, the lighter object will be pulled to the heavier, or if the two objects are relatively similar in weight, he may be able to pull a heavier object partway towards the lighter. This ability is limited primarily by the weight of the target object; at medium range, he can usually move or sometimes even lift objects up to 10 tons.
-- Electroreception and Magnetoreception: (These abilities are identical to Mimring's version of them in terms of both potency and function; see his profile for details)
Minor Abilities:
+ Heat Resistance: Draconic blood flows through his veins, a species that not only tolerates but thrives in the heat of volcanic regions. As a human (as well as any other non-dragon forms), Jason is able to withstand heat roughly equal to that of the core of a typical wood fire. As a dragon, he takes no ill effects from temperatures matching the heat of his own flames.
+ Augmented Senses: Euthoran Shapeshifters have perhaps the most unparalleled senses of any creatures native to their world. The most prominent of these senses are vision and hearing- both are extremely acute, and the reflective and faintly luminous nature of their eyes allow them clear and sharp low-light vision. Jason can hear and see more than twice as well as a normal animal of whatever form he has taken (with feline-like night vision in all forms), while his sense of smell is roughly equal to that of a wolf's in all forms that do not normally reach this acuity of smell.
+ Heightened Reflexes/Survival Instinct: Because of his nature as a wild, predatory creature, Jason has an inherent survival instinct and feline-like reflexes that see much use in combat. While he does make use of having a functional second set of eyes in Mimring to stay aware of his surroundings, he is naturally inclined to "tune in" to what's going on around him to mitigate unpleasant surprises. In the midst of battle there is often little time for thought- there is only time for action and reaction. Thus, when he registers hostile action- be it executed or preparatory- Jason will instinctively react to evade, block, or intercept it. This helps him react more quickly and reflexively overall, even if the human part of his brain doesn't immediately register what is about to happen.

Equipment:
-- "Flaming Burst" Composite Longbow: A beautifully, ornately carved composite recurve longbow made from dragonbone. It is ivory-colored with thin, golden inlays that make fire-like patterns and grooves along the weapon. Because of the nature of dragon bones as needing to be dense enough to support their weight yet light enough to fly, the bow is supple and light but solid and difficult to break. However, because the bone needed to be carved and then thinned to be the correct size for a human to wield, it yields to the user drawing the bowstring back to shoot. Its bowstring is tough animal sinew, likely also from a dragon.

Its arrows are long, thin, and mostly black, though the fletching is striped with bright red. Both the shaft and the arrowhead are made from titanium aluminide, with aluminum fletching. The arrowhead is a contracting stem point, with serrated obsidian edging for its sharpness. The fletching is a low-profile, shield-cut, helical fletch to maximize stability and speed and to minimize noise and drag. As a whole, the arrows are lightweight and very stable in the air, with accuracy depending primarily on the shooter rather than wind conditions and weight of the arrow.

The bow is enchanted with an effect that only becomes apparent when it is used to shoot an arrow (any arrow can be used, but Jason prefers his own). Upon impact with any solid surface when the arrow is shot with the bow, it will ignite from the arrowhead and release a localized but violent explosion of flame. Both the heat of the fire and the force of the explosion can be lethal to humans and most large animals without natural armor. The arrow will still ignite if it sticks into the target, rather than just bouncing off or being deflected. The arrow remains intact from the force of its own explosion and may be reused if retrieved, but will only have the combustion effect if shot specifically from Jason's bow. Immediately after use, the metal of the arrow still carries the heat and is at a temperature of approximately 200 °C, and gradually cools down over the next few minutes. It is also this temperature in flight, before impact. It may faintly glow red during this period due to the heat of the metal. If a wooden arrow is shot instead of a metal one, it will catch fire during the combustion process and disintegrate after impact.

The arrows and bow both respond to psychic command for the "activation" of their effects, meaning Jason can either delay the explosion or prevent it altogether if needed. By default, however, the arrows will ignite instantly upon impact.
-- Pentagram Pendant: A black leather cord around Jason's neck holds an intricate pendant. This pentagram, made from silver, has a brass attachment set on the front, holding a smooth, circular sapphire. The sapphire seems to flicker in warm light, as if there is fire trapped within it, and also glows in response to Jason's mood, casting a bright blue light in combat when Jason is angry.

The pendant is finely attuned to Jason's soul and contains a nonessential fragment of it. It thus acts as a defensive measure, reacting violently when anyone that Jason's soul does not "recognize" touches it or Jason himself. As such, when Jason is physically touched by anyone else other than Mimring, the pendant will react by sending a pulse of energy outward from Jason's body, resulting in an attack not dissimilar to a potent electrical shock, but is not electrical in nature. This is intensified when the pendant itself is touched, and can cause severe burns or even death on prolonged contact. This energy has no effect whatsoever on Jason and Mimring and is conducted by moderately short (arm's length) tools and weapons.

Name: Mimring Thunderscale (Memiring Atirifámi; Radiant Scales of Lightning)
Hex Color: #CD7F32
Gender: Male
Age: Undefined
Race: Euthoran Dragon (hybrid of Plated Firedrake (Vulcus Vulcus Loricatus) and Stormcloud Firedrake (Vulcus Vulcus Fulminifer))
Height: 50 feet long; 90 foot wingspan; 10 feet tall at shoulder
Weight: Do you want to calculate the weight of a 50-foot dragon?
Appearance: Mimring has brilliantly metallic golden copper scales with darker copper plates along his neck, back, tail, wings, and limbs (the armored plates on his spine and wing fingers carry dark reddish bands across the middle). Two swept-back golden horns decorate his crested head, which sports a beak-like snout. Just below his horns are two colorful lime-green fans with bright red splotches, which flare open as a warning when Mimring is angry. His eyes are sharp and almost the exact same shade of green as Jason's, and his underbelly and wing membranes are a light golden bronze. His front legs are armed with a long, vaguely lightning-shaped blade at the joints, and three ivory talons with an additional dewclaw. His back legs are very similar, but sport no blade. Mimring is long, lean, and fairly lightweight for his size, with most of his length being his tail.

Along his back grow ten darker copper plates, which end just before the first of the two rings on his tail, the tip of which is armed with a wicked, though chipped, blade. This blade is silver-black and very light, though sturdy and difficult to break. On his wing arms are five short plates each- two before the elbow and three after. His four wing fingers also carry longer plates (about the length of those on his back); four on the leading edges, and three on each of the two remaining fingers. His front legs have three short plates (two before the elbow and one after) whereas his hind legs have five (two before each joint and one on the digitigrade foot). Those pointing to his joints are duller at their tips, to avoid stabbing himself by accident. His scales (and by extension his armored plates) have resistance, strength, and properties comparable to grade 6 Titanium alloy. Mimring's claws are semi-retractable and the dewclaw on his forelegs is opposable.

Mimring has two very small chin spikes made from bone, and his nostril ridges are spiked. On either side of his swept-back crest, spiked eye ridges protrude slightly from his head, shielding his eyes from both the sun and attacks from above. The spikes on these ridges have dark tips similar to the bands on his plates, while the ridges themselves and the bridge of his snout are a brighter shade of red. These crests and eye ridges, along with his horns, are known as the "crown" of a dragon's skull and are made from dense bone and metal, and are meant to defend against attacks from above, from other dragons. The plates on his underbelly are leathery and slightly flexible, as are the rings on his tail. Mimring's tail-tip is forked due to a slight genetic mutation in the egg; the non-bladed fork is undecorated, flexible, and fully functional, though seems to contain partially undeveloped nerves, as it can be slashed at with little pain.

-- Main Image: [Click]
-- Headshot: [Click]
-- Photon Dragon: [Click] (this is an approximation and a screenshot from Skyrim. Photon Dragon resembles one of these, but made from lightning rather than fire.)

Personality: In general, Mimring is calm and cool-headed, neutral to those that have neither earned his trust nor his enmity. He does not trust easily, and even individuals he has known for a long while may be regarded with neutrality, or at worst, suspicion. Mimring is careful by nature and constantly vigilant, analyzing the situation around him in order to best deal with it. The dragon mildly dislikes direct conflict, but will engage in it without hesitation if he feels that he must.

Mimring can be described, especially by his enemies, as aggressive and controlling. Proud as any dragon, he is fiercely defensive of his territory and will frequently drive away intruders if he feels that they pose even the slightest threat to his own status quo. Particularly aggressive around other dragons, Mimring can be incredibly high-strung around other members of his species and is ferocious and vengeful to his enemies. Mimring has a spiteful and vindictive side, and holds a grudge for potentially years.

On the other hand, to those who have earned Mimring's friendship, the dragon is caring and loyal. Mimring acts as a guardian and voice of reason to Jason Shaver, having essentially raised him. Other dragons connected with Jason are also subject to Mimring's softer and more friendly side. By instinct, Mimring is highly protective of those he cares about, and will put his life on the line to defend them. On the rare occasions where he and Jason fundamentally disagree, Mimring will place his full trust in Jason's judgement, and would gladly follow Jason into Hell and back even if his master is following a path the dragon does not agree with.
Backstory: Fleeting memories and images similar to Jason's flit by in Mimring's mind, some in line with Jason's, some having nothing to do with him, and some in direct contradiction. He feels reasonably certain that his "true" memories are ones which include the two of them together, but of those he is not certain which. He cares even less about these conflicting and confusing memories than Jason does, however- all he cares about is that his master is safe, alive, and content.

In almost all of his memories, he sees blue and silver brothers, nest-mates that live under watchful eyes of a blue and a white in an isolated cave high in cold mountains. He feels certain that he frequently fought over the nest with his silver sibling, and that at some point his blue sibling was killed in the scuffles. He remembers chasing the silver completely out from his cave, and then not seeing hide or tail of him for years.

His memories from here are fuzzy. One part of him tells him that Jason found him accompanied by a dull gray dragon, and that was when he became Jason's steadfast partner. Another tells him that he joined a dragon-human war, and was forced to work alongside his silver brother, and Jason found him then. These two different memories correlate with Jason's own, so they have reason to believe one of these is true.

But it is neither here nor there, and in the end it does not matter, as neither can figure out how to get "home" in the first place. For now, each must make the best of their current situation. This strange world, alien to both, may as well be their new home now.

"Right or wrong, I will follow you to the ends of the earth."

Major Abilities:
+ Spectrum Firebreath: Mimring has the odd ability to breathe his dragonfire in various colors, with each color corresponding to a different effect. Most of these flames have similar physical properties unless noted otherwise. His default is the typical orange-yellow of normal flames, and has only a slightly higher temperature than an average brush fire. His blue flames "burn" at roughly -40 °C; aside from the freezing-cold temperature, this color spreads and otherwise acts like any normal fire. White flames burn at a temperature that is not hot enough to damage and instead feels pleasantly warm; these have the property of healing surface wounds up to and including shallow muscle severing. It relieves pain and stops bleeding, but must make contact with wounds to heal them and thus cannot normally heal broken bones. It cannot restore lost limbs. Green flames have the property of stripping away protections such as forcefields, auras, and other non-physical or energy-based defensive measures which would block an assault (on prolonged contact only); it burns at a temperature comparable to normal fire, but the longer it hits a barrier or aura the weaker or thinner the protection seems to become until it fades or breaks completely, usually after no more than about six seconds total. Lastly, cyan flames cannot be smothered by water or dirt as with a normal fire, and will continue burning even in these conditions.
-- Spectrum Aura: In addition to breathing fire, Mimring can apply the effects of his different fire colors as short-range auras (extending a few feet outward from him in all directions) that then simulate the fire's effects to either himself and Jason (for beneficial effects) or enemies that get too close (for harmful effects). His auras may be intensified to create an extreme of the effect- for example, setting himself ablaze with an orange aura or coating himself with a green aura and ramming into a barrier to break it.
+ Electroimpery: Generation and manipulation of electricity; Mimring has all but mastered his ability to control electricity and effects stemming from it. Aside from techniques detailed below, his most common tactics are to use electricity to directly attack his opponent, primarily with bolts and discharges of electricity comparable to the power and potency of a lightning bolt. Less common but just as useful is him actively converting the electricity into a crackling aura similar to his Spectrum Auras. While it does not have the raw lethal power of his more direct attacks, it can still stun an opponent who has come too close to him and very easily kill after extended contact.
-- Magnetism: Mimring is able to use his control over electricity to change the magnetic charge, as well as its ability to hold said charge, of nearby objects. It can also be user to change an object's ability to react to the charges of other objects (allowing paramagnetic and diamagnetic objects to be affected more strongly). The effect is strongest upon contact, but usable within a moderate distance of twenty meters, with the range approximately tripled for metallic objects. That being said, the effect weakens somewhat with both distance and weight- for example, he would be able to cause a small metal disk (of a pound in weight) fifty meters away to fly to him, but no matter how close he is he will not be able to draw a cargo ship to himself. As a rule of thumb, the lighter object will be pulled to the heavier, or if the two objects are relatively similar in weight, he may be able to pull a heavier object partway towards the lighter. Because of his greater size and overall mastery of the ability, Mimring has a much larger weight threshold than Jason, even in his Darkwing Firedrake form. This ability is limited primarily by the weight of the target object; at medium range, he can usually move or sometimes even lift objects up to 15 tons.
-- Photon Dragon: Should he need the speed or mobility, Mimring can coalesce his mass into mostly energy, giving him the appearance of being a highly draconic isolated bolt of lightning. His speed is drastically increased and far outpaces that of most creatures and projectile weapons such as bullets. In this state he is able to zip around the battlefield and through the air, leaving a trail of electricity in his wake and a constant crackling hum around him. He is able to pass through mundane water and metal as if it isn't there and without ill effect, and emits a bright light that is uncomfortable- but not quite blinding- to directly look at. He is mostly physically intangible (weapons and physical attacks will phase through him and often harm the attacker), but can still be damaged by other energy-based assaults. As Mimring is made primarily of electricity in this state, physical contact with him is akin to an electrical shock and will damage the attacker.
---- Burning Sky Conflux: In his Photon Dragon state, Mimring has coalesced most of his mass into pure electrical energy. As such, while in this state, he is able to discharge this energy out from him in an electrical storm-like effect. When he does this, he splits himself into multiple different arcs of electricity to attack vaguely random areas of the battlefield (he can generally aim towards a specific area, but cannot strike with precision). After this technique is finished he rematerializes in his Photon Dragon state exactly where he had been before. He cannot make any action or keep track of the battlefield until he has rematerialized, and is only capable of registering information that Jason directly communicates to him. Mimring is able to delay his reformation if needed, following Jason's command to stay dormant or to return to physicality. Between the end of the attack and his reformation, Mimring exists as a faint, atmospheric buzz of electricity in the general area that has no harmful effect by itself.
-- Radioluminescence: Mimring can emit strong but ultimately harmless radiation in a pulse which can either be a narrow, directed shot towards a target or a faint, relatively short-range (a few feet outwards from him) wave with him at the epicenter. In both cases, the radiation travels about as fast as his electricity, and carries a soft white light to it. Targets and objects of interest hit by this radiation suffer no ill effects and emit light and a weak electrical charge for several minutes (affected targets must be acknowledged by and known to Mimring). This radiation does not spread and only affects what it directly hits.
-- Electroreception: Like animals such as sharks, Mimring has the ability to inherently sense electrical currents and impulses. While he can use this to detect phenomena such as electromagnetic radiation and thunderheads, he primarily uses it in combat to detect enemies and their movements even if he cannot expressly see them. He uses this ability to both keep a metaphorical eye on Jason and his surroundings, and to stay focused on what an enemy may be doing.
-- Magnetoreception: Similarly to his electroreception, Mimring can detect magnetic fields, even ones which are not his own. Like many animals such as birds, the primary function of this extra sense is to keep himself oriented in both position and location. He is also able to detect the magnetic charge, and the strength of that charge, of objects so that he does not have to waste time changing the charge of a potential object of interest himself. Objects made from ferromagnetic or anti-ferromagnetic materials can also be detected.
+ Spirit Link - Shapeshifting: Obtained from his powerful spiritual bond with Jason, Mimring is able to change his shape, but this ability works in a very different fashion from his master's. The dragon is able to mold his form into that of armor or weapons- in fact, usually starting a battle with Jason clad in brassy-copper armor with the same strength and resistance as his dragon's scales- and typically takes the form of a one-handed sword or a bow when used as a weapon. Because of his electroreception, magnetoreception, and shared information with Jason, Mimring is perfectly aware of their surroundings when he is in these forms despite not having any physical method of observing his environment.
-- Spectrum Aura (Weapons and Armor): Even when in the form of weapons or armor, Mimring is able to emit an aura corresponding to various fire colors. The color of the aura often depends on what form he has taken and what the aura's intended purpose is- for example, if he is a sword with a blue aura, he may be intending to freeze the opponent, and if he is armor, he may just be chilling the air around Jason as a defense. Uniquely, when taking the form of a bow, the aura is instead applied to the arrows. Of note, his orange aura will trigger the ignition of Jason's arrows despite him not being the enchanted bow.
Minor Abilities:
+ Heat Resistance: Like Jason, Mimring has a high tolerance and resistance to heat, able to withstand similar temperatures as his master's Darkwing Firedrake form, and potentially even higher. He feels no ill effects from his hotter auras, from incoming electricity, or from Jason's flames.
+ Augmented Vision: Mimring's eyes have very dense retinas, allowing him excellent visual clarity even from long distances and small details. His vision during the day exceeds that of birds of prey (and can see the ground perfectly clearly even when flying among the clouds), and his night vision is clearer than that of most diurnal birds. Mimring's eyes automatically develop a sort of protective film when exposed to water, which rapidly dries when he surfaces. This allows him to see clearly under water without having to blink excessively when drying. The clarity of his vision in general allows him to spot and register minute movements, high-speed motion, and slight visible changes around him.

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- Removed
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= Unchanged but noteworthy

Edits 4/21/2017
+ Added specific Availability for the week of May 1 to May 6
= Spirit Link - Shapeshifting left untouched. Ruling was expected and accepted. (Mimring)
- Electromagnetic Radiation removed per ruling that it was Schedule 2. Will possibly look at a way to balance it for the paid season. (Mimring)
+ Burning Sky Conflux added. Subskill under Photon Dragon. (Mimring)
+ Radioluminescence added to replace part of Electromagnetic Radiation. Subskill under Electroimpery. (Mimring)
+ Collateral Knowledge added as a clarification, rather than trying to cram it into some other section. Subskill under Shapeshifting. (Jason)
+ Hex Color codes added to both profiles for personal reference
~ Clarified (because it was implicit but not clear) that physical contact with Mimring in his Photon Dragon state will harm the attacker, and changed the wording of his speed.
~ Specified that Jason does not naturally age beyond his prime (late 20s) if affected by any sort of time acceleration effects. (Shared Life Energy)
~ Clarified (because it was implicit but not clear) that Jason, and by extension Mimring, are resistant to effects that alter or manipulate the mind. (Shared Information)
~ Defined strength of Mimring's armor. (Appearance, second paragraph)

Edits 4/22/2017
~ Changed wording of green fire under Spectrum Firebreath to be more in-character. (Mimring)
~ Clarified that in his armor form, Mimring has strength and resistance equal to his scales. (Spirit Link - Shapeshifting) (Mimring)

Edits 4/24/2017
~ Fixed green fire again.

Edits 4/27/2017
~ Corrected typo.

Edits 5/4/2017
~ Updated Availability

Edits 5/15/2017
~ Updated Availability

Name: Lobo Negro de las Cinco Llamas (Black Wolf of the Five Flames)
Title: Rudo Hunter
Gender: Male
Alignment: Técnico
Height: 6’2”
Race: Caballero de Fuego Blanco (Knight of White Fire)
Weight Class: Heavyweight
Wrestling Style: The Way of Ruin

Theme: "Ricochet"

Description



-Mask
Lobo's mask is as fearsome as the man (monster?) himself, reflecting his bestial nature. Sleek, black, and set with neon lighting throughout the eyes, Lobo Negro's mask also features pointed ears, a monstrous, sharp-toothed visage.

-Everything Else
The dark coloration and neon green highlights carry throughout the rest of Lobo Negro's costume, with neon lighting running across the torso and through the armor on his shoulders, waist, all the way down to the kickpads on boots. A flowing, bestial mane has been set into the shoulders of his bodysuit, running up the back of his neck and up under his shoulders, while a thick, black tail hangs at the back of the padding worn around his waist.

As for the man himself... Standing 6'2", a tall, lithe creature, at first glance, fully garbed in his wrestling attire, Lobo Negro scarcely appears human, though from the liveliness (and apparent prehensile nature) of the long, thick tail hanging from the waist of his suit, it is highly likely that he is not. His frame is solid, hardened with physical exercise, hung with a balance of muscle that affords him both an optimal amount of power for his size, favoring strength above speed and agility though providing him with no shortage of either. Constantly wreathed by black flames, set alight by the neon glow of his costume, Lobo Negro is an unearthly sight, and the soulful echoing of his howls and roars only further unnerve any who find themselves unfortunate enough to stand before him.

Repertoire

-Moves
Las Cinco Llamas (The Five Flames): The Five Flames of his ancestors, gifted to him to aid in his fight against the armies of the Rudo. A physical manifestation of latent psychokinetic energy, The Five Flames are in fact a grouping of psionic abilities, comparable to highly specialized telekinesis, though in practice many of them fall partway between telekinesis and pyrokinesis.

Llama Rugiente (Roaring Flame): The most basest form of the Five Flames, the crimson Roaring Flame is often the first to be utilized in combat. The Roaring Flame can generate intense heat, into multiple tens of thousands of degrees Fahrenheit, though the true nature of this ability stems from the kinetic energy which in fact composes the flames and that Lobo Negro can freely manipulate. Through such manipulation, the Roaring Flame is able to buffer against incoming attacks, and divert, refocus and/or multiply kinetic energy multiple times over. This transfer and manipulation allows for incredibly forceful explosions when the flames release their stored energy all at once, withering impacts when directed against a person or object, or the appearance of super strength when buffering one's physical strikes. Lobo Negro usually uses the Roaring Flame as a manner of limited flight by channeling kinetic force against the soles of his feet (or other parts of his body) to lift himself into the air, usually 'riding' his tail flame. Most often, however, Lobo Negro uses the Roaring Fire for striking with multiple tonnages of force. Defensively, the flames act as a shield, protecting Lobo Negro from all manner of attacks by redirecting or negating the kinetic energy of incoming attacks, though the flames can only completely negate kinetic impacts of attacks massively weaker than they are, in practice nothing better than heavy arms fire (handheld rifles and heavy machine guns, not sniper rounds). Of course, while they are not actual flame, the the Roaring Flame's ability to divert kinetic energy renders Lobo Negro highly resistant to fire and extreme heat.

Llama Sibilante (Hissing Flame): Violet in color, the Hissing Flames are an actual manifestation of pyrokinesis, deadly fires that not only burn but poison anyone they come in contact with. The power and poison of the Hissing Flame, however, lies not only in the fire, but the heat itself -- even with near misses, close exposure to the heat of the Hissing Flame will begin to poison one as surely as if they were burned by the fire itself... even those boasting immunities to fire and heat will still be poisoned by contact. Fortunately, the effects of the Hissing Flame much like the Hizakari, is only temporary and begins to rapidly fade after first administered -- if one has not received a fatal dose. Within a minute of exposure to the flames (or a suffered burn) one will begin to experience mild nausea, growing which grows increasingly severe, enough to become paralyzing within three minutes. Five minutes of exposure leads to paralysis and a crippling pain, and beyond ten minutes, the major organs begin to shut down and death is imminent. For simple heat exposure (near misses), the time required for all of these symptoms to take route is roughly doubled. As the heat of the Hissing Flames are poisonous, the flames themselves can also be used to poison food and drink if one were to cook or heat with them -- if one were to ingest the poisonous items created in this manner, the time for the symptoms to take root would be cut in half. Curiously, Lobo Negro is capable of using the Hissing Flames to cure himself of toxins as well, though he must burn himself to do so. While water is effective in dousing the Hissing Flames, one must take care when extinguishing the fire -- the steam and smoke will also be poisonous.

Llama Llorona (Weeping Flame): A vibrant and verdant blaze, the pyrokinetic Weeping Flames act as a liquid napalm, flowing through the air like water, spread freely in flowing arcs. The Weeping Flames are arguably the most dangerous of the three first flames, burning as hot as white phosphorous and sticking to any surface they strike, even soaking through materials to burn more thoroughly (of course, with such heat, water is wholly ineffective in dousing the Weeping Flames). While Lobo Negro can will the flames out of existence, unlike the Roaring flame, the Weeping Flame will continue to burn on their own even without any concentration devoted to them. Strangely enough, when around large bodies of water, Lobo Negro can utilize the Weeping Flame in unison with water to simulate a flaming form of hydrokinesis, allowing him to strike more accurately and with greater volume than the flames alone would allow.

Llama Canto (Singing Flame): Through the use of the silver-white Singing Flame Lobo is able to draw upon vast stores of energy by way of directly accessing the Ethereal Plane, an alternate plane of existence filled with an infinite amount of energy, that some theorize serves as the power source for all of reality, powering the entire multiverse through multiple dimensional links to other realities. As such, Lobo Negro is able cleave the boundaries between the dimensions to create massive (instantaneous, not constant) explosions of energy, to quickly boost the strength of magic or ki techniques, and/or draw (extremely limited) portions of the ethereal plane into his own body to increase his defenses against either physical or magical attacks. Widely seen as the most dangerous and most powerful of the Five Flames, the raw energy summoned by the Singing Flames can be converted into most any other energy type, granting Lobo Negro access to a vast array of magical spells and energy techniques (lightning, earth, air, and gravity). It is said that Lobo Negro, Lobo Blanco, and all of their clan were given life by, and draw their power from the Singing Flame, and as such they are referred to Knights of White Fire.

As every member the clan is capable of using their bodies to draw upon energy from the Ethereal plane without limit, one's 'strength' as compared to another is determined not only by the amount of power one can draw, but by the amount of power they can safely control; losing control of the power one summons from the planes creates a terrible and often fatal backlash, either draining the user's lifeforce and soul back into the Ethereal Plane itself as the gates between the planes close, or leaving them to literally throw their very life into their attack as their lifeforce is used as a tremendous and final boost to whatever spell they cast. As such, when accessing the Singing Flame or the Ethereal Plane, Lobo Negro cannot safely summon forth more energy than he is already capable of using -- at best he can the Singing Flame to project energy at a distance -- for to do so is to risk his soul, and to exceed his limits for an extended period, or by too great an amount, would surely forfeit it (see Alma del Lobo Ardiente, below).

Llama Silenciosa (Silent Flame): Pitch black in color, the Silent Flames are the ones most commonly seen, often leaking from Lobo Negro freely and into the air. Directly related to the Singing Flames' ability to access the ethereal planes, the Silent Flames allow him to fold spacetime itself, and to cleave or warp fabric of the dimensions themselves. The Silent Flames are not an actual attack -- rather they are able alter the fabric of reality itself, distorting or altering said barriers in manners such as folding the walls of space to create shields or illusions, or to shake or compress space itself in a localized area to create violent, destructive reactions that act as powerful attacks via the shockwaves they produce (note: both the barriers and shockwaves are physical in nature, and do not require spatial-dimensional abilities to overcome). Additionally, Lobo Negro can wreath himself in the reality-warping power of these flames to subtly alter the flow of time around him (resulting in superspeed).

Mente del Lobo (Mind of the Wolf): The power of his forefathers allows Lobo Negro to tap into vast wells of psionic energy, absorbing and/or projecting them from his body in various forms. He is a psychic of moderate power, as well as a master of psychokinesis. With training from both his masters and his brother Lobo Blanco, Lobo Negro has has managed to fortify his mind against invasion, and is nigh immune to mental attacks, scans, and illusions. Those trying to read his mind, or his intent, will meet a blank slate, or, if they manage to scan deeper, a mess of indecipherable psychic noise.

Ocho Estilos (Eight Styles): Having undergone the same mandatory training as every member of his brother, Lobo Blanco, Lobo Negro is well-trained in the ring, as well as hand-to-hand combat. In addition to his standard lucha libre the Lobos Negro y Blanco ventured off to a mysterious dojo be schooled in the advanced wrestling style known as Ocho Estilos. Those who master it are purported to possess supernatural powers, able to run across thin air, walk unharmed through storms of bullets, pierce the hulls of battleships with their bare hands, wield the air itself as a blade, harden their skin like iron, and move at superhuman speeds. Practitioners are also reported to have mastered the most powerful of chi techniques, while the master of the art wields the most deadly -- an ultimate deathblow, capable of destroying an opponent in a single strike, body and soul.

Camino de la Ruina (Way of Ruin): Combining his training in lucha libre with the training he received in the Ocho Estilos, Lobo Negro's personal fighting style, The Way of Ruin is one of brutality and misdirection. Lobo Negro loves to use underhanded tactics and brutal grappling techniques to batter and humiliate his foes, tossing them around like rag dolls beneath his withering blows, multiple throws, and bone-crushing holds.
Even favoring the underhanded ways of the Rudo, Lobo Negro considers himself a Técnico -- he cannot stand cowards, or those who will not face their foes head on. Lobo Negro will trip up, lie to, and deceive his enemies, but he will always do so to their faces. Furthermore, he never targets his fellow Técnico, and will never disgrace the mask of any foe, unless he has defeated them in a Luchas de Apuestas battle.

Fiesta de Violencia (Violence Party): After cornering his opponent, Lobo Negro batters his foe with a blistering combination of knife-hand chops, elbow strikes, headbutts, knees, and face kicks before snatching them up to deliver...

Finishing Move!
El Martillo Luna Salvaje (The Wild Moon Hammer): Scooping his opponent up for a suplex, Lobo Negro hooks the leg and delivers a series of five rolling Fisherman suplexes each one subjecting his opponent to the full fury of one of the Five Flames in turn, before he stands, hauling his opponent into the air and spiking them headfirst into the ground with a devastating fisherman driver, empowered by all of the Five Flames at once.

-Costume

Manto Negro del Lobo (Black Mantle of the Wolf): Upon their christening as a Bearer of the Five Flames, each Wolf is tasked with crafting their own bodysuit, an ancient ritual that serves as the final rite of passage, one that can only be completed by way of commanding all Five Flames at once, and imbuing the sacred vestments with their power. Lobo Negro has completed this ritual, as have all before him, and so does his Mantle armor his form as the Lobo Negro armors his spirit, allowing him to perform to his maximum potential and allowing him to utilize his full strength throughout his body, even his tail. The Mantle (and of course, the mask) also offers protections from the very same forces his Flames embody: from the Roaring Flame, heavy resistance against flames, heat, and heavy impacts; from the Hissing Flame, a high resistance to toxins, and debilitating magics; from the Weeping Flame, a high resistance to status-changes; from the Singing Flame, an increased resistance to energy and magic attacks, and from the Silent Flame, resistance to illusions, and spatial-temporal attacks.

Cazador De La Luna (Moon Hunter): A ceremonial longbow, tipped with short blades at both ends and reinforced with black-and-neon-green plating stylized to match its wielder, Legends hold that this weapon was crafted and first used by the first Wolf, Lobo de la Noche Sin Fin, the Wolf of Endless Night, who could cut down entire armies at once with its power. Lobo Negro is never seen without it, bringing it to the ring to menace any Rudo in his sights before he skewers the tatters of their mask on an arrow and returns it to the quiver set into his hip padding. The Bow is sturdy enough to be wielded as a melee weapon, and uses the Five Flames both as its string and its ammunition, rendering it capable of incredible devastation.

Llama del Infierno (Hellfire): A long spear with a single-edged, curved blade, commonly called a Naginata, the Hellfire is an incredibly powerful artifact passed down to Lobo Negro, as the Martillos Del Sol were passed down to Lobo Blanco. Like the Martillos del Sol, the Hellfire is capable of producing an incredibly powerful flame, but the Hellfire itself was once wielded by the original Infierno herself, and as such is capable of producing massive blasts of flame, or, most importantly, providing an incredible boost of power to Lobo Negro's own Five Flames. By taking possession of both the Hellfire and the Moon Hunter, the weapons have been bound to Lobo Negro's spirit (or perhaps, the mask...?), and as such have become indestructible, so long as he lives. While both incredibly hard to damage, if either were to be lost or destroyed, Lobo Negro would be able to instantly recall them to his hand with the Silent Flame, or to repair/recreate them with the Singing Flame.

Alma del Lobo Ardiente (Soul of the Burning Wolf): It is said that great sacrifice is required to wear the mask of Lobo Negro... that one must surrender a portion of their soul to even do the mask, and another portion every time they call upon the Five Flames. Not even the current Lobo Negro was immune, and though he was fully willing to surrender his soul to the mask once his time had ended, upon taking on the mantle he quickly learned that the dark armies of Rudo have expanded greatly since with the return of Rey de la Oscuridad II, and as such he would need to fight much harder, and much longer than any Lobo Negro before him. To that end, after much toil and training, Lobo Negro at last mastered the rituals necessary to create a safeguard, and by way of offering his own energy, that which he had collected within the safeguard, he was able to craft the Burning Wolf Soul. While normally, the bearer of the Lobo Negro mask risks losing their soul to the mask and the Five Flames as well, the Burning Wolf Soul serves as a safeguard against both; in situations where he risks losing his own soul to his power, the Burning Wolf Soul will be sacrificed instead. Having memorized this ritual, Lobo Negro can recast it as necessary, though he will need time to replenish the soul, and much more time than normal if doing so in the heat of combat. When active, the Burning Wolf Soul also prevents his own soul from being directly targeted by any spells or attacks.

Note: The portion of his soul surrendered to the mask is negligible for combat purposes; Lobo Negro would be shortening his overall lifespan by months or years, not to days or hours. For combat purposes, recasting the Burning Wolf Soul will take five (5) turns in active combat (while actively attacking/defending/evading), or three (3) turns if Lobo is able to act freely.

-Hype

For hundreds of years, the Knights of the White Fire passed the torch of Five Flames from generation to generation, from Wolf to Wolf, until the time came for the last Wolf, the Stone Wolf of Five Flames (Lobo de Piedra de las Cinco Llamas) bore twin sons, the first seen in a thousand years. To the surprise of all the Knights, both sons proved worthy to carry the mantle, for the first time in an millenium, two Wolves would stand guard.

Raised alongside his twin brother, Lobo Blanco, Los Lobos Del Cinco Llamas were destined to eradicate all Rudo from the face of the earth: Lobo Blanco fighting in the ring under the bright lights, a shining pillar of virtue and heroism, adored by the fans, while Lobo Negro fought in the shadows, in the most violent and brutal deathmatches, battles too fierce and bloody to be watched by the innocent, as he brought the Rudos a fight they could understand, one that they could not win. Unfortunately, during the course of their long journey, Lobo Blanco grew disillusioned with their quest, and abandoned his brother to fight alone... and so fight he does, for none of the glory, none of the cheers, love, or adoration. Now, carrying on in the spirit of the Luchalliance, Lobo Negro fights solely for justice, as as his quest always been, as it shall always be, until the Rudo are no more.

Title Card

Name: Captain ShinRa
Title: The Emerald Herald, Captain Capatilismo
Gender: Male
Alignment: Rudo
Height: 1.8m
Weight Class: Heavyweight
Wrestling Style: “The one with a sword”

Theme: ”The Stage'

Description

-Mask


-Everything Else
He wears a combat uniform from a strange land when coming to the ring. The uniform consist of black combat boots with dark green pants and top. His has a shoulder plate extended from his left shoulder that is black. A black harness that wraps around his waist and shoulder for his weapon to sit on his back.

Repertoire

-Moves

SOLDIER Training: The SOLDIER program doses the subjects with high levels of Mako that enhance their bodies as well as their magical properties beyond regular soldiers. This blend of highly physical super soldiers combined with high aptitudes for magical combat create a deadly threat.

Adaptability- The greatest strength it seems that Captain Shinra possesses is the ability to adapt his training, abilities, and equipment in different ways to over come impossible odds.

Mako Warrior- Due to specific Knight Training combined with his natural talents his physical abilities are only amplified by his magical ones. The stronger he becomes magically it only seems to amplify his body as well increasing his strength. Any buff to his magical potency in turn effects his physical potency.

Odin UEye and Enkidu OS- The Enkidu operating system is what runs the technical aspects of the entire Aire Tam Storm and Gilgamesh Arm hybrid system. The Odin UEye, or UI(User Interface) is projected directly in the captains vision through implants in his eye which gives readouts on various things like system functions and keeps track of enemy data for him. The Operating system is in all actually controlled through the captains brain but the UI bridges the divide of physical and mental use giving him something to work with visually.

Sword Casting- Using the Aire Tam Storm weapon which takes the materia equipped inside of its arcane matrix and pushes mana directly through it. This uses the materia as a template for the elemental properties the sword uses. It can send out elementally charged beam arcs and cast magical spells on contact with the blade. This makes it so even in an environment where normal combat magic is not possible the ability to cast on a melee level is still possible.(EDIT: Sword casting is the term we used for being able to cast elemental abilities directly from sword strikes and even projectiles via an arc or blade beam.)

Crisis Enhancer System- A system put into the place that monitors the condition of the Captain. As his condition worsens the system amplifies the arcane frequency inside pushing his magical potency higher. In simple terms the closer that the Captain is to death his magical output is boosted by the system which in turn increases his physical body.

System Cleanse- The Gilgamesh EX-009 has a blood filtration system in place that cleanses all poisons, toxins, or states such as an unwanted sleep or paralysis. They system also monitors the mana flow over his body and attempts to cleanse any magical debilitation as well. It is a way to nullify status effects.

Finishing Move!
Ultima End- All summon armors attack with their ultimate attack one at a time with the captain using Ragnarok to ready an Ultima infused strike as the finishing cleaving blow.

-Costume

Aire Tam Storm- A special sword developed that can shift its shape into various states folding its segmented sections in or out depending on what the Captain needs. Ranging from a normal one handed blade to mechanically expanding out to a great sword this versatile weapon holds what is called an arcane matrix that extracts magical data from materia and pushes their effects out through the sword.. It holds eight materia slots.

*GlacialGale <-->*ThunderStorm
*HowlingSteel <--> *Haunt
(unslotted) <--> *Bioroots
(unslotted)<--> *MagmaQuake

Hybrid Materia: Hybrid materia was developed in the lab after years of research and dangerous methods of experimentation. The result is forging two materia together to get the effects of both and to merge the elements together if needed. The results of each one are different.

GlacialGale: Holds the power of Wind and Ice magical data.
ThunderStorm: Holds the power of Lightning and Water magical data.
HowlingSteel: Holds the power of Steel elemental magic and Sound magical data(Note: Basically arcing steel blades, and being able to create sound waves/loud noises)
Haunt: Not a hybrid materia but holds spiritual magical data and makes it so the blade can hit incorporeal targets.
Bioroots: Holds the power of Bio(poison element) and Nature magical data. (Note: Nature magic consists of seeds being slung that can embed onto the enemy, sprout and then grow vines around them. Stuff like that.)
MagmaQuake: Holds the power of the Fire and Earth magical data.

[Note: All spells are cast with the weapon, or from him in his armors. Example: if he needs to do a quake on the ground, he has to power the magma quake materia and strike the ground with the weapon, or send it on a projectile arc slash to which it will have to strike the ground around the enemy to activate the spell taking around them.]

Gilgamesh EX-009- Both an armor and Enki's new cybernetic arm. It takes the materia inside of it and through a summon matrix takes the summons data and projects an armor around Enki based on the materia being powered at the moment. While also being a cybernetic arm it hides a hidden blade that can shoot out the top of the wrist and extend up to two feet.. It holds up to eight materia.

*Alexander(<--> *Yojimbo
*Diablos <--> *Ragnarok
*Ultros(<--> *Typhon
*Fenrir <--> *Aegis

Materia Armors- The Gilgamesh arm reads the arcane data stored inside the materia and projects it out into the world much like a "summon". What is created is attached to the Captains body via the system and gives him direct control over them or letting them act on their own. Captain has called them his "Armors" with each one having their own base abilities or being augmented from the elemental materias from the Aire Tam Storm as both systems are linked.

---Alexander: The armor is the most defensive boosting of his armors while giving Enki access to the "holy" element. It focuses on defense while seeking that one powerful finishing blow. The armor comes with a holy blade of Excalibur which can also be accessed separately by the summon system if needing a Holy Sword. It's finishing blow is raising its sword above it's head to gather up power to slash a large cleaving beam of holy energy on top of the enemy.
---Yojimbo: Yojimbo is a summon armor that gives Enki a bit quicker melee option. It has a lesser armor value but higher pinpoint melee attack power. Its sword the Zanmato can be summoned separately and has a legendary ability to slash creatures in half with one stroke. It's Ultimate Attack is a devastating cutting blow(not very flashy)
---Diablos:The demon armor invokes fear in most and is a quick casting armor that slings out dark imbued magical attacks. It is an embodiment of Darkness and is able to fly. It's ultimate attack is the creation of a ball of pure darkness that is flung down onto the enemy.
---Ragnarok: One of the two materia that do not spawn an armor the Gilgamesh produces a sword for Enki to use. With the "Ultima" spell imbued into its every essence the sword seems to naturally cast it with each attack and can produce various different versions of it.
---Ultros: A seven legged octopus summon armor that is squishy and malleable. It can use ink to poison the air and cloud its movements. It is immune to water attacks but is very weak to lighting and fire attacks. It's finishing blow is delivering whip like strikes from each of it's seven tentacles.
---Typhon: Typhon is a odd pink looking creature that can float in the air. It has a powerful Disintegration ability that merges fire, ice, lighting, and earth into a new element. The ability cannot hit anything in the air as it must use the ground to travel and only can effect an 18 yard radius. It's finishing blow is to breath its disintegration breath right on the enemy
---Fenrir: The beast of legend gives a strength and hunger unprecedented. The armor can rip and bite through most things and gives a savageness not found in his other options. It's finishing ability is also not very flashy as it rushes in to claw the enemy with each hand and then bite it with its jaws.
---Aegis: The second of the two materia not to spawn a specific summon armor, instead it summons a Shield that can alter its own shape to fit what it needs be it a smaller round shield or a longer square one.. The Captain has been known to use it as a weapon both with melee and also magically delivering elemental shield slams for example.

!!!LIMIT BREAKS!!!

Aire Tam Storm
Level 1 Activation=Attacking
Omni-Strike- With just one strike, the Aire Tam Storm uses the built up energy to cast each an every spell linked to it's equipped materia simultaneously. [Note: this strike must actually hit the opponent for its effects to go off.}

Level 2 Activation=Damage
Aire Tam Storm- The sword floats overhead and opens the core of the weapon showing eight "lenses" corresponding to each of the materia equipped inside of it. It begins to unleash non-elemental arcane beams in different directions down below and starts to spin itself making the beams damage the entire area below randomly. The beams eventually combine into one solid powerful beam that settles onto a specific area. Still spinning the sword creates an ambient arcane storm with damaging winds that draw enemies towards the main beam and purple lightning striking everywhere in the area not being hit by the core beam attack.

[NOTE: Limitations: The captain can leave his armor and it function on it's own but for the luchalliance he can only have two up and functional at a time. Either one running and him wearing another or two running and him outside of it.]

Hype
Captain Shinra is a pure propaganda character that has been thrust into the luchalliance. The story is said that the great Shinra Industries is in talks to buy the Alliance and has sent him in as their chosen champion. This makes him very unpopular with the crowd as no one likes corporate control over their favorite intergalactic show.

In all reality though, Captain Shinra is not fooling anyone as everyone can see who he truly is!

Title Card

Name: La Màquina
Title: Beautiful Iron Demon of the Ring
Gender: Female
Alignment: Rudo
Height: 6’ 1”
Weight Class: Super Heavyweight
Wrestling Style: ‘Factory of Pain’

Theme: Terminite – Firepower

Description

-Mask
La Màquina’s mask is a red and gold open design, revealing her eyes and her lower face so that foes may better appreciate the radiant beauty deigning to hand-deliver their punishing beating to them. Primarily red, the mask is reinforced with heavy borders of gold around the eyes and mouth, cut for aggression and intimidation. From these borders, circuit patterns cover the rest of the mask, matching the styling of La Màquina’s right arm. The mask fully encloses La Màquina’s head behind her face, leaving only a cut in the back to allow her ponytailed hair to fall freely behind her. The mask uses no laces or latching, fitted seamlessly over La Màquina’s head, and has never once been threatened by her foes.

-Everything Else
La Màquina is a hefty specimen of womanhood, commandingly tall and heavier by far than her proportions would indicate. Generous of hips and bust without an ounce of flab or excess weight on her anywhere else, La Màquina is literally built for war.

In pursuit of glorious conquest in the Ring, La Màquina wears a white bodysuit sans legs or sleeves, with simple tracing and accents in gold. A diamond-shaped window edged in gold cut into the suit over her chest shows a generous amount of cleavage; all the better to score cheap points with the fans. Her left arm is bare, as are her thighs. Her feet are clad in knee-length laced boots, also in white accented with gold, with enough heel to be completely impractical for fighting. La Màquina fights in them anyways, with no sign whatsoever that the heavy four-inch projections hinder her in any way and every sign that she enjoys applying them to her enemy’s faces. And other bits.

Repertoire

-Moves

Iron Body, Burning Spirit: La Màquina is an android, crafted for war. Her body is made of alloys and synthetic material blends far in advance of anything an ordinary fleshy mortal could ever hope to stand up to, and the Fuego de la Orden which serves as her blazing heart supplies her with a seemingly endless stream of power in a staggering variety of types, flavors, and disciplines. La Màquina is faster, stronger, tougher, and just better than almost every Natural she’s ever met.

La Màquina’s body is built to take abuse, with a battle steel skeleton able to survive dozens of tons of impact force on its own. A kinetic spreader system integrated into her core deflects and diffuses impacts against her away, allowing her to reflect damage she suffers away from her more vulnerable internal systems and back out into her myomer rig and extremity boneframe. Said myomer rig is built to respond directly to energies flowing from the Fuego, allowing La Màquina to alter her physical capabilities to some extent on the fly simply by altering the nature and degree of ethereal energies driving her body – she can switch between an emphasis on crushing physical power to an emphasis on dazzling speed and agility, or to an emphasis on sheer toughness, swiftly enough that many less nimble foes believe she bears all three properties in equally ridiculous measure.

Worst of all, La Màquina is an entirely synthetic being. She thinks much faster than Naturals typically can, her reaction times often seem to border on prescience, and her ability to execute planned and thoughtful actions even in the midst of a screaming fracas cannot be matched by even the most harshly trained of Naturals. La Màquina’s synthetic nature comes with its own drawbacks, and she is far from invincible or unbreakable, but she would not trade her gods-reforged body for anything.

---ADDENDUM: Tournament restrictions required by TZDL judging committee stipulate that the Fuego de la Orden be restricted to one-fiftieth of its otherwise nominal output for the duration of the tournament, and furthermore than the Fuego cannot be utilized to fuel any independent techniques or abilities beyond La Maquina's Diablo's Foundry or basic bodily reinforcement. Its output must be limited to basic 'normal' mana-type energies, without any access to exotic energy types.

Warrior’s Aura: La Màquina is surrounded at all times by a cloud of her own power she refers to (in the ring) as her Warrior’s Aura. The field eases high-velocity combat by reducing atmospheric friction and eliminating microimpacts from debris thrown up by her own motions or her enemies’ strikes, and also serves as a form of low-level defensive barrier that can blunt weaker attacks and act as a first line of protection against stronger ones. La Màquina is able to finely manipulate her Aura, increasing its protective radius or density of power or transforming it completely into new states as part of her battery of specialty techniques.

---ADDENDUM: Tournament restrictions required by TZDL judging committee stipulate that the Warrior's Aura cannot be used defensively and must be utilized strictly as a means of protecting La Maquina from high-speed microimpact debris, or for its uses with certain types of Diablo's Foundry constructs.

Fallen Angel’s Halo: La Màquina is able to generate a large halo-like construct of radiant energy above her head, a three-quarters ring roughly four feet in diameter with a break centered forward of her, ringed with six mantling techno-angelic wings of light. The Halo provides two primary functions to La Màquina, the first of which is freedom of three-dimensional movement. With her Halo active, La Màquina is able to levitate and fly as swiftly as she is able to traverse distance on the ground, though doing so slightly reduces the overall availability of power from her Fuego.

Secondly, the Halo serves as the focusing system for a weapon known as the Lamento del Pecador – a variable-output beam weapon which can build up power by tapping into La Màquina’s Fuego. Her ability to fuel her other weapons and systems is reduced while the Lamento is charging, nor does the weapon charge terribly quickly, but unlike many other such weapons, the Lamento does not possess an upper power limit. Given long enough to build up strength, La Màquina’s Lamento can destroy almost anything with a single piercing bolt of devastating power…though the limits of time in a fight often impose their own restrictions on just how much power La Màquina can realistically build in her Halo before firing.

---ADDENDUM: Tournament restrictions required by TZDL judging committee stipulate that the Fallen Angel's Halo grants la Maquina excessive mobility by the tournament's standards, and that the scaling destructive power of the Lamento del Pecador represents too much potential for abuse, and as such the Fallen Angel's Halo cannot be utilized in the tournament.

Factory of Pain – Ojos de Demonio: ‘The Demon’s Eyes’ – an exacting and precise array of interweaving sensory systems allowing La Màquina to track, analyze, and store for later replication or modification the weapons, abilities, and natures of the foes she fights, or the friends she allows to teach her. The Ojos double as an extremely precise enemy tracking system in close-quarters battles of ranges under two hundred meters – longer-distance detection is reliant on less precise if still potent distance sensors and passive senses, but in close the Demon’s Eyes are difficult to spoof or evade, granting la Màquina supernatural awareness of her immediate environs. Integral to the suite of systems and devises which make up the Diablo’s Foundry, the Ojos de Demonio cannot be escaped.

---ADDENDUM: Tournament restrictions required by TZDL judging committee stipulate that the Ojos de Demonio be restricted to a ten-meter maximum range as opposed to a two hundred meter maximum range, and require a minimum of three full turn cycles, i.e. six posts, before any detailed information can be derived from the system. Required clarification: the Ojos de Demonio are a multifunctional sensor array comprising a number of different active sensor systems conveyed via a unified carrier pulse wave. Within its ten-meter range the Ojos can penetrate light or porous cover, but is not permitted to penetrate heavy cover or heavy armor.

Factory of Pain – Diablo’s Foundry: La Màquina bears the ability to transform the prodigious power output of the Fuego de la Orden into holophysical constructs, enabling her to create weapons, techniques, and even pale doppelgangers of herself on the fly as she requires them. The Foundry was built specifically as La Màquina’s greatest possible weapon, making full and vicious use of the widely variable output of the Fuego de la Orden. Utilizing the Diablo’s Foundry, La Màquina can make use of a dizzying array of armaments and abilities she has learned, stolen, or designed on her own in her travels, making her by far the most versatile of the Luchalliance’s fighters. Worse, all of La Màquina’s constructs are able to revert back to the energy used in their creation at any time she desires – violently, if she so wishes it, granting an ethereal self-destruct option to everything she creates. Nothing is safe in a ring that contains La Màquina or anything she has forged.

Despite this, there are limitations to the Foundry’s abilities, and thus to la Màquina’s. While she can utilize the finely-honed sensor systems of the Ojos de Demonio to track and eventually replicate enemy weapons or techniques, this process takes time, analysis, and experimentation – La Màquina’s ability to turn the power of her foes against them cannot be utilized in the same match she first learns of a technique in, unless the technique is so simple it requires no extra knowledge to recreate. La Màquina’s Foundry is also limited in its speed to an extent; while smaller or simpler objects can be whipped up nigh as quickly as La Màquina can think of them, larger or more complex creations require time, investiture, or focus, if not all three. Particularly involved creations can be lost partway through if an opponent is aggressive enough and manages to break la Màquina’s defenses, though this is rare. Furthermore, once an item or technique is finished, it leaves La Màquina’s direct control and cannot be remotely manipulated by the Demon unless it’s specifically designed to do so – with the exception of her unique Finishing Move, the Thousand Executions.

---ADDENDUM: Tournament restrictions required by TZDL judging committee stipulate that the Diablo's Foundry adhere to hard limitations on both number and type of constructs available to la Maquina at any given time. As follows:

-Passive constructs are inert, simple shapes formed of a single piece of raw material. Maquina is permitted to create a maximum total of ten Passive constructs per turn.
-Mechanical constructs involve moving components and different materials, such as a handgun, but which does not involve electronics, arcane enhancements, or exotic materials. Maquina is permitted to create a maximum total of four Mechanical constructs in one turn.
-Advanced constructs may incorporate electronic functionality, simple arcane effects, or limited amounts of exotic materials in their construction. Maquina is permitted to create a maximum total of one Advanced construct per turn.
-'Special' constructs are Advanced constructs which take the form of partial copies of la Maquina's own body. Her ability to serve as a template for these constructs allows her to create a maximum total of one Special construct a turn, in addition to her Advanced construct.

Finishing Move!
“Beautiful Iron Demon’s Thousand Executions”

La Màquina knocks a defeated foe to the ground on their back, then stomps down on their ribs with one heel, pinning them in place. When this is done, she conjures a golden marble in the palm of her right hand, building tremendous energy and complexity into the device over the course of nearly a minute while her foe struggles in vain to escape his fate. When the technique is complete, La Màquina crushes the marble and unleashes her technique, explosively expanding her Warrior’s Aura to encompass the entire battlefield and conjuring up hundreds of weapons of all different types, makes, and degrees of strength. Unlike normal Diablo’s Foundry creations, these weapons obey La Màquina’s will and move as she desires them to within the aegis of her Aura, enabling her to strike down her pinned foe with every single tool of her chosen armory in a savage fusillade of destruction.

---ADDENDUM: Tournament restrictions required by TZDL judging committee stipulate that the Thousand Executions is far too high-tier for the expected level of competition in the tournament, and must be stricken from the profile.

Hype
The woman known as La Màquina is a new wrestler to the circuit, and yet is already famed far and wide throughout the Luchalliance’s viewership for her brutality and unsporting conduct in the ring. One of the few wrestlers of the Alliance perfectly willing to make use of both weapons and ranged attacks as part of her Factory of Pain style, La Màquina’s flashy but dishonorable style and her scornful, domineering attitude and disrespectful manner makes her incredibly easy and satisfying to hate. Despite this, she’s incredibly difficult to defeat, harvesting a bumper crop of lesser wrestlers in her wildfire rise to the upper echelons of the Luchalliance to secure herself a position in their tournament team – over the objections of virtually every other hopeful competitor left in her dust.

La Màquina doesn’t care. She doesn’t care about them. She doesn’t care about you. La Màquina cares about three things – the sweet, eager adulation of the fans, whether they love her or love to hate her; the tasty prize offered for the victor of the tournament; and the satisfying crunching noise your face makes under her boot heel.

Title Card

Name: Rey de la Oscuridad II
Title: The Fifth Apocalypse
Gender: Male
Alignment: Rudo
Height: 6'9"
Weight Class: Super Heavyweight
Wrestling Style: Saliendo Olvido

Theme: Lordi – The Devil Behind Her Smile

Description

-Mask

Rey de la Oscuridad wears a most unusual mask. While most lucha masks conform to the face of a man his contorts to that of a jaguar. Its mouth typically open and its fangs bared at the world, each one a sturdy white blade more than capable of punching through flesh and a predilection for doing just that. Frighteningly enough the mask seems to have a life of its own; though its mouth leads nowhere it reeks of blood and saliva, it is warm to the touch with a layer of soft fur over coarse black leather, and occasional deep throated growls escape from its throat. Purple dots line the scalp, cheeks, and everywhere else that isn’t its maw and eyes like pulsating stars glowing against the midnight sky. In stark contrast two pert black ears are set on either side of its skull, they rotate to follow sounds and to express emotion where its face cannot. In short, save for the readjustment of its spinal column, it looks as though a jaguar were decapitated and its head was set upon the shoulders of a man.

Only Rey's eyes are visible behind the mask and even those do not seem human, their cut too predatory and their tone too yellow, not to mention the rage…

-Everything Else

A barrel chested monster of a man with long muscular limbs and yet oddly well-proportioned despite that. He wears a black bodysuit over his frame, obscuring his entire body in a cast of night that is only broke up the same purple pinions that adorn his head. While his gloves and boots are clearly separate from the bodysuit they are also black, with the purple padding around each shin and forearm that ends at the adjacent joint, that being his elbows and knees. The only other break in his outfit is a massive purple eye set in the center of his chest, wide and circular with a vertical slit running down the center, and a tendency to dart about to track the approach of his opponents, sometimes it even goes so far as to blink but it never remains shut for very long.

Outside of the ring he wears fine black business suits, usually with purple undershirts or ties to fit with his color scheme, and sometimes for additional flavor he will come to ring with a cape of jaguar fur drifting in his wake.

Repertoire

-Moves

- Solo el Fuerte: Rey's skinsuit doubles as a suit of armor, lightweight but stronger than any made by man, and capable of turning all but the mightiest attacks. Subversive magics, psionic incursions, area of effect attacks, mundane firearms and probing attacks are but a few of the things that simply cannot harm him. By and large only committed offense can ever cause him to pause, after all, only those who are willing to face the darkness head-on can truly turn fate.

- Poder Apocaliptico: Rey's strength is such that he can reduce armored tanks to pulp and shatter buildings with a single thrust. Rey seems to scale to face any challenge and thanks to his incredible size he is usually stronger than other humanoids. He can be equaled by those of exceptional strength, but the mighty are few and far between, and he has never been outright overpowered by anyone in the same size category. So powerful is he, that he could even grapple the titans themselves if they dared stand across from him in the ring.

- Sombra en la Noche: Though Rey may be a large man he is remarkably fast. More than capable of dodging bullets and leaving race cars in the dust, combined with an uncanny sixth sense it is all but impossible to catch him off guard, instead forcing enemies to rely on their wits if they’re to fool him. Some say that he gains such speed by moving as a shadow flits across the wall and that he cannot be caught off guard because his eyes exist in every shadow, but surely those are just rumors?

- Que es un Hombre?: Even tanks take damage from time to time. But Rey's would not flinch even if he were to die again, legend has it that his body is not even alive and this second life is one part mockery and another part vengeance, whatever the case may be Rey does not feel pain. He can stop bleeding by willing it, command his flesh to move even with bones broken and tendons cut, bend at impossible angles and more.

- Garras de Jaguar: Rey is more than raw physical strength, more than a flesh fashioned into machine over a thousand years of training, he is a force of will. When he walks, there is an aura about him that induces a great chill, the lights darken and the weak cower, for without even realizing it even those without a sixth sense realize that the chosen of ferocious Tezcatlipoca stands in their wake. With the god’s blessing Rey is the apocalypse made manifest and can freely project it upon all who stand in his ways, either in the form of heated energy blast or shadowy constructs, whatever suits his imagination so long as he has the time and reserves to fashion it. Just as his vicious god draws power from destruction, fear, and darkness; so too does Rey it to make himself into the jaguar’s claws. Because this power is based upon his will it straddles the thin line between supernatural and outright magical, with it Rey is capable of striking across dimensions and dealing damage directly to the source of his foe, and in turn his power can only be snuffed out by a force of equal measure.

(tl;dr He’s a big angry undead cat man with a lot of anti-cheese powers, who tries to force everyone to fight him in powered melee. Think Lucha Underground meets Dragon Ball Z, lace up your boots, and get ready for a fight.)

-Costume

- Trono de la Oscuridad: Rey does not approve of weapons as he feels that a true warrior should transform their entire body into a weapon. However, he does have one which he brings with him everywhere, a simple black folding chair which he calls the Throne of Darkness. His throne can in turn appear from any patch of darkness of appropriate size. Stronger and harder than any chair has the right to be, the Throne has been used to break everything from bodies to buildings, it is however not unbreakable. The Throne can warp and bend if it encounters a particular strong will, one powerful enough to resist the psychosomatic power that drives its master, and of course will fade away on command.

However, when it is summoned next it will be repaired, for can one truly break the night?

-Finishing Move

- Fin del Mundo: Rey swings his opponent up onto his shoulders, back down and belly up, clutching their throat in one hand and their thigh in the other. After a few seconds of painful back breaking, during which he gathers all of his hateful power, Rey proceeds to drop to his rear. During which he rotates the opponent and drives them head first into the mat below and then in one brutal move he proceeds to compress their bodies(or whatever the equivalent they substitute it with is), breaking them utterly, or at the very least putting them out of commission until the next show.

This move is accompanied by a deep psychological effect that often breaks those who suffer it. For luchadore there is a natural defense against its effects due to the masks they wear, but other fighters will need to find another way to defend against the encroaching madness. If they survive the impact that is...

Hype

It is said that Rey de la Infinita Oscuridad was once poised to conquer the world of wrestling, he'd stripped the greatest lucha of their masks and united the world titles, and even went so far as to defeat the mighty gringo Wrasslor in one on one combat. Nobody was willing to stand up to him, or so he thought, until an alliance of young lucha with nothing to lose confronted him in the eleventh hour. Though many were lost the heroes were able to defeat him with fearless hearts and astounding techniques, until they finally finished off Rey by way of decapitation, and thus the Interdimensional Lucha Libre Alliance was formed; otherwise known as the Luchalliance.

But lo' even decapitation was not enough to end Rey's life, the first members of the Luchalliance knew this and so they locked it away in the deepest vault, never to see the light of day again. Now, the last of the original Luchalliance has died, and with his passing the return of their greatest evil. Nobody knows how he was freed but the vault was empty and a most scared grave desecrated. It is said that Rey stole the body of the one who delivered the final blow, El Rey Macho, and the only reason he has not yet conquered the wrestling world is because that heroic spirit is fighting him. But it is a losing battle and with every passing day Rey grows stronger, and yet the leaders of the Luchalliance refuse to believe it is true. They have declared him an upstart and turn a blind eye to his antics.

Regardless of what the case may be; Rey de la Oscuridad II is a very dangerous man.

-Basic Info-

Name: Dias Blade (Pronounced: D-S Blade)
Nickname(s): The Fox, the Divine Knight, the Major, the Legendary Swordsman, the Humanoid Typhoon, Blue Bomber, Blue Boy, the Vagrant, the God Slayer, Hand of God, Demon Hammer, and the most common of them all…”Bastard.”
Theme: “Can't Hold Us"- Macklemore & Ryan Lewis
Title(s): The Hero of Ditreland, the Last Human of Narria, Savior of the Tyril Kingdom, Lieutenant Major (Azure Knight Squad, Tyril Kingdom Foreign Legion), Champion of the 1st Tournament of Ages, Winner of the 5th Annual Dark Tournament, Undefeated of the East 1st Place Champion, Successor of Shinmei Ryu Kenjutsu Style, Successor of Mujuushin Kenjutsu Style and Hero of the Wiccan Realms. (and the Effigy of Eidolon Uruha)
Nationality: Narrian (The Human Federation of Arik)
Accent: English
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Azure Child)
Innate Element: Water
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Favorite Food(s): Seafood, Pasta, Rice, Veggies and Fruit
Personal Hobbies: Training and Exercise, Wood Carving, Metalworking and Reading (Manga)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Class: Blade Master (Expert with any kind of bladed weapon; Swords, Axes, Spears, Halberds, Scythes, Daggers, Knives, Chakram, Glaive, Kunai, Shuriken, etc.)
Sub Class: Martial Artist (Skilled at hand-to-hand combat)
Advanced Class: Arms Meister (Proficient with any kind of firearm)

Fighting Style: “Custom, Unique”- Over many years, Dias has studied a number of different fighting styles from various sources. Combining the techniques and philosophy of each, he has created his own unique style that reflects upon his acquired skills. An open ended mix of martial arts and sword play, Dias’ versatility makes him dangerous on the battlefield even with the odds stacked against him. Known for attacking multiple opponents at once, he approaches encounters in a rather unorthodox manner, using anything or practically everything as a weapon.

During his service in the Tyril Military with the Azure Knight Squad, he became familiar with the general concept and use of firearms, picking up the rudimentary skills required to handle most any gun you might come across as well as honing his marksmanship to that of an elite sniper.

His specialty with swords leads others to make the mistake in assuming he can’t fight while unarmed, as seen in past incidents when forced into giving up his weapons. Contrary to this misconception, they are quick to see for themselves that Dias is just as threatening bare handed. Size means very little, proving a match for beasts far larger and with superior strength.

Signature Technique/Skill/Ability:



“Ether Burn” (TZDL Version)- An innate ability all Azure Children are born with. It is the power to perceive the innate energy known as Ether and interact with it in various ways through physical contact. Valued by the Human Federation of Arik, Azures were conscripted into the military where this ability could be harnessed as the ultimate Anti-Mage Weapon. The notion of burning comes from the act of literally erasing the defined attributes, creating unstable energy as a byproduct which an Azure can then manipulate with their imagination.

Due to their nature, Azures are the only Humans who cannot learn or use magic. They must draw upon the Ether from external sources such as the magic of others or the environment itself. An Azure can also theoretically burn the Ether in their own body as well, but this is highly dangerous and physically exhausting.

Once burned, unstable raw Ether which is essentially undefined energy can then be defined using base elements, such as Metal to craft simple weapons like Swords. Of course, the more Ether burned means better results and quality, adhering to the law of equivalent exchange. If too little energy is used for example, a sword could turn out too brittle and shatter like glass. Less complex constructs are easier and quicker to burn compared to more elaborate ones which would require more time. Physical contact must be maintained during the burning process or else it results in failure.

Acquired Arts



-Aetha Family Royal Swordsmanship
The basic and advanced form and stances which can be applied or adapted as needed to most Straight Blade swords. With emphasis placed on registering the footing of your opponent and picking up subtle nuances to predict attacks and respond accordingly, as well as proper breathing control. This was Dias' first introduction to swordsmanship which gave him a firm foundation that was gradually built up and further developed over time.

-Master Florentine
The art of dual wielding, Dias spent years perfecting the skill to master the handling of blades with equal or differing weight and length. Over time he trained himself to become ambidextrous and increase his eye-hand coordination, allowing him to fight multiple opponents from different angles around himself. He often applies this discipline to work in tandem with a metal scabbard or saya, serving as a defensive and offensive implement.

-Fast Draw
Similar to the practice and principles of Iaijutsu, Dias gradually developed this skill to work with swords from other cultures. Essentially, even a sheathed blade can still operate as a reliable and deadly weapon.

-Iaijutsu
The art of drawing the sword, it is an ancient martial art that focuses on how to utilize the potential of the sword while it is in the neutral state. This trains reflexes to respond instantly and deploy the weapon for either offense or defense while minimizing wasteful movement. A single strike can mean the difference between life or death, decided in but a moment...

-Mujuushin Kenjutsu (The Sword of No Abiding Mind)
Taking the battle between two opponents, separating yourself from the act itself and viewing the field from an outside perspective. This style transforms a fight into a game of mental chess, placing more emphasis on training the mind to make it as sharp as a razor's edge. Every action is carefully calculated, planning several moves ahead and commanding the fight to trap your opponent in checkmate.

-Shinmei Ryuu Kenjutsu (God‘s Cry - School of the Divinity Blade)
An ancient style of kenjutsu known to a select few. With its history tied to that of Onmyodo, the God's Cry focuses on training the soul and channeling one's will into their sword. It was originally designed as a means to combat against demonic spirits and other such malevolent forces which plague the lands, evils that haunt the night.

-Aikijutsu
A martial art which teaches one to use their opponent's strength against them. Contains the stances and techniques to not only disarm enemies but also deliver lethal counters to end a fight instantly with but a single strike.

-Aikido
Similar to Aikijutsu, Aikido revolves around peaceful resolution to conflict, manipulating the force of an adversary to safely disarm them without causing injury.

-Kenpo
A form of Kung Fu that is straight forward and to the point. It teaches to harness internal instinct as a weapon, controlling the release of primal fury and emotion. Fists are like knives, Arms are like swords and Legs are like spears. Every motion flows into another, bombarding your opponent's senses as you strike every opening to dominate the enemy.

-Damaru Chikara
The Silent Power, an art invented by Dias' mentor and Squad Captain, Lanford De'Linux. It is a martial discipline which draws forth the hidden potential within, manipulating the flow of energy in the body to serve as a versatile tool. This also teaches one to extend their aura beyond the physical body, expanding your awareness all around you to register the hidden intent of others. In this sense, it can function as a second pair of eyes, making out even the most minute details of your surroundings and all those within it.

-Personal Data-



Age: 60s (But appears to be late 20s, early 30s)
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color: Radiant Blue (Glows) / Jet Black (While wearing Ether Siphon)
Hair Style: Long / Not Brushed
Height: 6‘2”
Weight: 183lbs
Blood Type: AB+
Appearance: Dias is characterized by his tall figure and broad shoulders. However, hist most unique feature is his blue hair which glows with an enchanting light produced from the ether coming off of each strand. The brightness of his hair reflects the intensity of his emotions, a gentle illumination while calm or resting to a very vibrant radiance when excited or angry. In an attempt to hide this, the scientists at Ashrum R&D whipped together a small device called an Ether Siphon which is worn like a hair clip. Its primary component is an experimental Nethicite gem with a Void element, absorbing the raw ethereal particles and causing a side effect of turning his hair color jet black. (It has a tendency to break if Dias' emotions flare up)

After the death of his mother, his hair had lost its mysterious shine akin to any Azure, implicating that he had lost touch with his own heart and grew very detached from feelings. Azures were only ever known to lose their glow after death. This showed that Dias was not that much different on the inside, usually objectifying himself as a simple shell which he controlled like a blade for the protection of others. With having regained this light, he has also restored a missing part of himself, making him complete once again and awakening the true potential of his power.

He’s recently traded up his tattered old traveler clothes for the military uniform of the Aesir Empire’s SOF Crimson Knights; a black attire with a matching coat embroidered in red. Beneath his coat is a thin black tank top and the sky blue sash he was given by Princess Feyli Aetha, which he has now taken to wearing as a scarf. Other than that, Dias typically wears whatever feels comfortable.

Despite being in his 60s, he still appears physically quite young. There are two theories for this. For one, the flow of time for Narrians is much different. Because it is the Realm of Dreams, your mental and spiritual state can influence your outward appearance. The average life span for Humans from Narria is close to double the norm.

The second theory has to do with the fact that Mardias Fir'Veins, another Narrian Human, is still alive to this day despite being thousands of years old. Reasoning for this points to his close proximity to pieces of the Grandis Crystalis, which is known to have all manner of strange effects. Both the Lost Legacy and SoulLink were forged from this material, so its possible that Dias' body simply stopped aging after reaching his prime. The cells in his body show no signs of slowing reproduction as a result of getting older, meaning that he continues to remain young.

-Relations-

Father: Alhazard Blade
Mother: Yue Astontasia-Blade
Grandfather, Father Side: Lord Pesmerga Blade
Grandfather, Mother Side: Imperium Justicar, Cruze Felheim
Grandmother, Father Side: Princess Argetlahm Aetha
Grandmother, Mother Side: Fenix Astontasia, the Hero of Narria
Brother(s): None
Sister(s): None
Love: Ferra
Mentor/Teacher: Prince Azariel Aetha, Captain Lanford De’Linux, Ronin Jin and Sensei Eishun Konoe.

-Weapon Info-

Weapon Name: SoulLink (True Name: The Krydesa)
Weapon Type: Sword
Weapon Class: Knight Sword
Weapon Material: Grandis Crystalis
Weapon Effect: SoulLink can connect whoever wields it to the Spiritual Plane of Narria, normally isolated from the rest of the Omniverse. They can call upon the aid of those they share a bond with that have passed away, gaining access to their knowledge and assistance. Because the sword is forged from Crystalis shards, it is naturally unbreakable and serves as an unlimited reservoir for raw Ether. (NOTE: Dias is not capable of using the sword's power because he is not the Effigy of Manah, unlike when he was able to use the power of Lost Legacy which belonged to Uruha)
Weapon Info: One of the Eidolon Artifacts called 'Antaklas', it was crafted by the legendary blacksmith, Mardias Fir'Veins, the only Human to be allowed to live among the creators. SoulLink is the treasure of Manah, the Eidolon of Life, that was originally given to Fenix Astontasia. After her death, Manah retrieved SoulLink to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands. It would later be given to Fenix's closest friend, Serah Elathia, who was tasked to deliver it to Fenix's grandson, Dias.

The sword itself has played a pivotal role in Fenix's family and has been held by each of her descendents. Manah is said to silently watch over the family from a distance, guiding them along the path intended by Ethlos, the Architect.

-Armor Info-

Armor Name: N/A
Armor Type: N/A
Armor Class: N/A
Armor Material: N/A
Armor Effect: N/A
Armor Info: N/A

-Combat Overall-

Strong Points: On his own, Dias has a top athletic physique, the result of many years of persistent training and exercise routines. Through all the wars and battles he has experienced, his body has been shot, cut, maimed and beaten plenty of times. As such, he has gradually developed a deep threshold for pain. With precision aim and being a close quarters mastermind, his warrior prowess on the field has earned him quite the reputation. His Ether Burn ability likewise makes him a menace to Mages, transforming his own imagination into a weapon for both offense and defense.

Weak Points: At the end of the day, Dias is still just Human. He requires air to breathe and there are obvious limits to the kind of punishment his body can endure even with the techniques he has learned. In the vast omniverse where you encounter all manner of creature, he is forced to rely on his wits and quick reflexes to survive.

-Character Theme-

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-Background Info-

Occupation: For most of his life, Dias wandered around the Omniverse, traveling an untold number of different worlds as a vagabond after the Tyril Kingdom had fallen. Upon first leaving Narria, he quickly found himself smack dab in the middle of a warzone. He spent a number of years as a soldier for the Tyril Military, serving under Knight Captain Lanford De'Linux. The pay was decent and he kept a small cache set aside for emergencies. But eventually that savings ran day and he began taking odd jobs to get by, drifting from one world to the next.

Of course, his primary source of income was from bounty hunting or selling his skills as either a paid bodyguard or mercenary for hire. He was always very picky about the kinds of work he would agree to, however, and never really got involved with any groups since he preferred the freedom of working alone and didn’t care for organizations that were paid to kill. He was always against attacking innocent people as well, and more often than not wound up battling against said companies, bandits and even pirates on occasion.

After defeating Rem’Graf, the Second of MERKAHBAH’s PKers, Dias was recovered by the SOF Crimson Knights after falling unconscious due to using his newfound Soul Burn feat. When he heard from Chief Commander Aeon Ergo about their own run in with the PKers and that they had declared the chaos organization as an enemy, he accepted her offer to join their ranks.

Dias now receives all of his funding from the Aesir Empire along with full access to their information network and other resources.

Personality: Dias’ personality has changed quite a bit since his return from Daemonium. Being reunited with Ferra and having finally achieved his revenge on Rem’Graf has started a new chapter in his life. He seems to appreciate things more now and has become a lot more talkative recently, whereas before he would usually just stay quiet and only speak when spoken to. He still has a flare for righteous indignation and will always be the first to stand up for what’s right, regardless of what kind of trouble that might cause.

The biggest change has been his willingness to actually showcase his emotions now. Before, he was very withdrawn and detached from any kind of feeling. But now he is far more open about things and doesn’t try to hide it anymore, though this is mainly only true with regards to Ferra.

History: Dias hails from Narria, the First World with no beginning and no end. It is not a planet drifting throughout the reaches of space. At night, the sky is devoid of any stars, replaced instead by an enchanting aurora borealis. The world itself is actually flat, progressively expanding as one ventures out further beyond its known reaches. It is for this reason that it has also been known as the Endless World which knows no bounds. The days are regulated using an artificial sun by the Angels who walk the desolate realm of the Creators, the Eidolons who vanished from Narria during its greatest time of need…

Born in the majestic, Capital City Arik, the center of political power for the Human Federation. His mother, Yue Astontasia-Blade, was the daughter of Captain Fenix Astontasia, the hero who saved both the Federation and all of Narria from the Second Dominion War by sacrificing herself. Yue later followed in her footsteps and enlisted in the Federation Army where she quickly rose up through the ranks. During one of her missions, she crossed paths with a rogue Alhazard with no name living by himself. Feeling sorry for this man, she decided to take care of him and eventually the two fell in love.

After Dias was born, Yue took an early retirement from the military after the tragic loss of her aunt; Captain Serah Ethalia, a close friend of the family. She raised Dias by herself, never really getting to know his father who had only been with him once; the day of his birth. The young boy, being the first third generation Azure ever recorded, never required the special training other Azures went through to gain control of their dreams. He had never experienced a night terror nor heard the voice of the Nihilus like others, and as such had never learned to utilize the power of Ether Burn.

Then came that fateful night when the Demons invaded. They came out of nowhere, striking the Federation with waves upon waves of powerful monsters and corrupted Dragons that sided with them to purge humanity from Narria. Greatly outmatched, Arik was soon consumed by flames as the death toll continued to climb. The soldiers could only hope to slow their advance as the streets were flooded with the screams of civilians being torn apart by the vicious beasts. Yue dawned her armor once more and brandished her blade, taking Dias and fighting her way through the hordes.

Once Dias was out of harm’s way, she took him to the Uruha Temple which was still intact. Inside, she entrusted her son to the priestess to make sure he be taken to Elrick and that they both seek refuge with the Angels who had chosen to remain neutral in the war without the guidance of the Eidolons to direct them. Afterwards, Yue returned to Arik to do what she could to help try and push back the invading armies. Cutting a path, she pushed her way towards the Imperial Palace to try and meet up with whatever remaining forces there were who would most likely be protecting Empress Sophia. But upon her arrival, she found all of the Demons and guards brutally murdered, along with the burning corpses of the Endrin royal family.

Standing over them, covered in blood, was her husband, Alhazard. Having been possessed by the Nihilus which was influencing his actions and controlling his body, Yue tried desperately to help return him to normal, only to be killed in the process. The resulting death of his own wife broke the Nihilus’ hold over him, but the sight of her laying lifeless before him drove the cursed man insane and he vanished into the inferno, leaving no trace behind…

The priestess stayed true to her word and snuck away from the temple prior to the enemy reaching it and setting the building ablaze. She traveled all night across the Federation lands to the Angel Fortress City, Elrick. But as she approached, a band of Demons who had been hunting after them managed to catch up and killed the woman. Unable to just simply stand by and watch as a defenseless child be ripped apart, Prince Ariel Aetha flew out from the walls and dispatched them with ease. He brought the human boy past the thresh hold and into the safety of Elrick where he was immediately tended to by Ariel’s sister, Princess Feyli.

Ariel was reprimanded for his decision to interfere, being told that he should have just let the boy be killed to answer for the sins of his ancestors for having created the Demons and Dragons in the first place. Outraged, the Prince stood opposed to his father’s words and argued that the sins of a few should not condemn an entire species to genocide. He then requested to leave Elrick with his forces to try and save any other survivors they could find. The King denied this, telling him to be grateful that he should be allowed to keep the boy as his ward. Ariel then stormed out of the palace and was then confined to Celestia until the war was over…forced to watch events unfold from high above the skies in the ancient city of the Eidolons.

Meanwhile, Feyli was given permission to look after Dias and she became the boy’s guardian until it would be safe enough for him to leave Elrick on his own. A few days passed and the Human Federation was no more, having been utterly destroyed along with any remaining survivors being hunted down like dogs and killed in the worse ways. Humanity, which had once flourished to the far lands of Narria, was now nothing more than an echo through the desolate ruins left behind of the once great nation…

With the war finally over and the Demons returning to their own realm, Ariel was free to return to Elrick though he had grown bitter towards his father. Despite his orders, the Prince put together a team of his strongest warriors to head out to what was left of the human nation. Dias pleaded to be taken along with him to search for his mother. Overcome by regret for not being able to do more to try and prevent the war from going this far, he couldn’t say no. Princess Feyli decided to tag along to keep the child safe while Ariel and his men secured the area.

Once they arrived at Arik, Dias and Feyli separated from the others and began searching on their own. They discovered Yue at what was left standing of the palace in the throne room, her body having been carefully handled and preserved with a blue rose placed in her hands showing that someone else had already found her. Dias didn’t cry or show any sign of sadness. He asked Feyli to help carry Yue to their house on the outskirts of the city. It was there that he asked to be left alone.

Feyli and Ariel watched as the young boy took a shovel and buried his mother, tears streaming down his face the entire time. Building a small memorial for her as he laid her sword over top of the grave, he turned and walked away. That was the last time he ever cried again, the light fading from his hair… No other survivors were ever found. With Dias being the last remnant of humanity in Narria, Ariel took it upon himself to keep the boy protected at all costs.

After returning to Elrick, Dias became very withdrawn and silent. He wouldn’t speak to anyone for weeks and Feyli began to worry about him. Then one day, he walked in on Ariel training. The Prince noticed the boy watching him. It was the first time they had seen him show any interest in anything since they got back from Arik. He gave his sword to Dias, allowing him to hold it and see the blade more closely. Afterwards, he suddenly took Ariel by surprise when he asked to be trained how to fight. It was forbidden, but given his disposition towards the King, Ariel was more than happy to teach the child.

Years of training and physical exercise to hone the skills he had learned seemed like days. It was a good way to distract himself from the memories of his early childhood and the end of those happy times. He would often spar against his mentor to test his abilities. Feyli taught him how to finally access and utilize his Ether Burn power. Eventually, he was able to surpass Ariel in combat and proved himself to be the pinnacle of humanity’s potential. The King saw him more as a threat than anything else and brought him before the royal court.

Ariel and Feyli stood in defiance of their father. But it was Dias who took the court by surprise when he openly accused the King for being at fault for the destruction of Arik and for the genocide of humanity. He then challenged the King to a duel, telling him that if he wanted the last of his race to be killed that he should be the one to do it with his own hands. The King was silenced for a moment before asking him who his parents were. After telling him, everyone was left in shock as it all became clear. The King and both Ariel and Feyli knew there was something familiar about the young man. How he dared to speak out against the King of Narria himself.

Dias was the descendent of Princess Argetlahm Aetha, the King’s eldest daughter who he had sentenced to death for having broken their laws by falling in love with a Demon. Watching his own daughter being put to death by his very own hand as he was demanded to do so by their codes, King Nethor had become apathetic and cold to the rest of the world, even his other children. To think that this boy was actually a Prince of Narria…

Nethor took back what he had said about the human, apologizing for everything he had allowed to let happen. He then offered for Dias to continue living with them, even to be granted access to Celestia where he could live for eternity in immortal youth. The Azure quickly shot down the King’s offer, disgusted by it all and said that all he wanted was to be free to leave Elrick as soon as possible. Nethor did not argue, telling him that he was free to decide whatever he wished.

Afterwards, Dias returned to his room and immediately began making preparations to finally leave the fortress city after being there for 10 years. He met with Ariel one last time who bowed in respect before giving him his sword. Feyli then accompanied Dias to the outer walls where she gave him the blue sash made of moon tears that was a keep sake of her sister, Argetlahm. Dias was never told about his royal lineage as they felt it would be best not to further complicate his life.

With that, Dias ventured out into Narria where he paid a visit back to the remains of Arik to say a few final words at his mother’s grave. The Demon War had long since been over and with it any chances of seeking revenge for his people. There was nothing else left for him in this world. No family, no friends and no home to call his own. He decided to leave Narria altogether, having heard the stories of the mystical Aether Gate of Arik that lead to other worlds within creation. Dropping off the cliff into the spiraling vortex of lights, he vanished without a trace, leaving it all behind…

Dias would later appear in the Tyril Kingdom, a neutral nation that had been swept up in the conflicts between many other forces in a massive galactic war. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Great behemoths made of metal flying through the skies. Their technology was beyond that of the Federation’s back in Narria. More to his amazement, the people there were all human. He arrived at a place called Daven City, the kingdom capital which had suddenly come under attack by an enemy country. Refusing to see another Arik repeat itself, he drew his sword and joined the battle against them which is when he met Captain Lanford De’Linux, leader of the Azure Knight Squad. Together they managed to drive off the invaders and save the city.

After proving his skills against a much stronger enemy force with nothing but simple clothes and a sword, Dias was asked to enlist in the Azure Knights and help defend the country from those who would threaten its peace. Looking to put his abilities to good use and make a difference, he agreed. From there, Dias would go on to fight many battles which took him across a vast number of worlds. He eventually achieved the rank of Lieutenant Major, though everyone just simply referred to him as “The Major.”

He quickly became famous through the known Omniverse and his team won many hard fought victories. Lanford became his closest friend and he would always take time to train Dias in hand-to-hand combat. Unfortunately, it couldn’t last forever. The war was brutal and dragged on for years until finally, while Dias was away on a mission to defend a colony, the kingdom was faced with an all out assault by several of the major military superpowers in the war who had allied against the smaller nation. When he returned, it only reminded him of Arik all over again with everyone either dead or captured. Lanford had gone missing while the rest of the Azure Knights were found killed, having died protecting Daven City which now lay in ruin.

Leaving his uniform and armor behind, Dias adorned his travel clothes from when he had first arrived from Narria and set off, once again leaving everything behind…

The wars continued to rage on, though Dias tried to avoid getting involved in the conflict. He began to work alone, protecting the innocent civilians from getting dragged into the crossfire. He traveled throughout the Omniverse, visiting many worlds where he did all sorts of things which only expanded upon his legend. He became known for seeking out powerful warriors and challenging them to duels, even entering tournaments where the strongest were said to gather. He had become very self-destructive, taking on suicide missions with little to no chance of survival, yet always defying the odds that had been stacked against him. He had met some strange and unique individuals along the way, such as Draco Malefic and Auron Neablis.

It was during this time that he crossed paths with an eco-terrorist group called AVALANCHE that was at war with a corrupt power company known as Shin-Ra Inc. The group caught wind of his presence in town and hired him to help liberate the planet from this evil organization. He agreed to join them and, on his own omission during an operation, went to Shin-Ra Headquarters on his own and stormed the building, slaying squads of 1st Class SOLDIERs during his assault. He eventually came face to face with a man by the name of Reno Cascade who stood in his way. The two clashed and many watched their fierce battle unfold from afar. But fate would intervene as their fight came to an abrupt end without a clear winner. The fighting meanwhile continued elsewhere and Dias was forced to return to help the others from being wiped out.

Afterwards, Dias would have many other encounters with Reno and his group, both of them trying to always kill each other each time they met. Gradually, they began to build a friendship from years spent always being at each other’s throats, developing a kind of mutual respect for one another. He would even come across forces from the U-TIC Organization which saw him as a worthy research subject, taking an interest in his Ether Burn ability. He also ended up crossing paths with a legendary wizard known simply as BelLaser who he went to every so often to pay him a visit and seek his wisdom or engineering expertise.

On more than one occasion, Dias came up against a secret organization hell bent on causing chaos throughout the Omniverse called MERKAHBAH. Their enforcers were powerful beings gathered from the far corners of creation designated as “Pandemonium Knights.” Their goals were a mystery, yet it appeared as though just about every conflict and war throughout the Omniverse had them at the root of it in some way, shape or form. A re-appearing figure that seemed to enjoy stirring up trouble for Dias was their Second in Command, a man with red hair named Rem’Graf.

Eventually, he returned to Daven City which had been rebuilt over the years. The Tyril Kingdom was no more and their lands had been seized by a new reigning power. The city itself had become a slum for slavers, bandits and all other kinds of criminal scum. Most of the original citizens who had lived there that had survived the kingdom’s destruction were reduced to lowly peasants forced to work under harsh conditions with little pay. The monument erected in memory of the Azure Knights that had been left intact was covered in filth with foreign soldiers making a mockery of it; a sign in front with the words “Where are your heroes now?”

Deciding to spend the night, he went to the nearest inn which doubled as a brothel. It was there that he met her for the first time; Ferra, an enslaved Nymph who was captured after being separated from her own kind in the Oakvale. Later that night during a stroll down memory lane, Dias found her in an alleyway being attacked by some of the more violent inn patrons that had managed to corner her while alone. Drawing his sword, he quickly dispatched the thugs and sent their young leader running off with moist pants. Dias then used his cloak to cover the woman up and carried her back to his room at the inn where she could rest.

They became very close after that, Dias using the large sum of money he had earned from his work as a mercenary to pay for her services for an extended period of time much to the dismay of her owner. The gang leader he had allowed to escape before eventually came back with greater numbers and attacked the both of them at the inn, shooting the place up. Dias then emerged from the smoke and proceeded to make short work of them all which set the gears of revolution in motion. He then killed Ferra’s master who had tipped off the thugs about which room they were staying in, freeing her and the other women from captivity.

Afterwards, Dias went on a man hunt, rooting out the soldiers stationed in the city and assaulting their barracks which was set ablaze. The people rallied behind him and soon a rebellion had begun as Daven City was liberated from the tyrants. The Azure Knight Memorial was then cleaned up and restored to its former glory while the citizens began the long road to recovery for their once majestic home. Knowing this wouldn’t be the end of things, Dias made the decision to return to the battlefield again and destroy the evil dictatorship to ensure the independence of the city and its people.

Saying goodbye to Ferra, he promised to return once the fighting was over. On that day, he would give her his answer about their future. With that, he left her behind. True to his word, a year later the hero came back only to find out that Ferra had been killed while he was gone. The woman’s death only brought back memories of his homeland and once again…he felt himself die on the inside.

He left Daven City, having won them their freedom, but in the end he had failed to protect the one that truly mattered to him the most. And with that, he vanished once more never to be heard from again for years to come…

Dias resurfaced sometime later on at a world where a new Shin-Ra Company had appeared. More dangerous and larger than the previous one, he learned of a group of renegades who were working to bring down the organization; a rebel faction known as the Aethera State. An old friend of his from the past, Sir Cort Valeric, tracked down the Narrian to a remote village in the wasteland where a Shin-Ra Research Facility was located. After a few drinks, he finally convinced Dias to tag along and join up with their rag tag crew of freedom fighters.

The Aethera State turned out to be an experimental warship designed by Shin-Ra Inc. R&D Division that had been hijacked by the group. Flying off with it, they left the wastelands and took to the skies, making the ship their personal home and base of operations for months while running covert missions to disrupt Shin-Ra operations. With the company pouring all manner of resources into finding them, the State ship was forced to dock at the Aerial City Nation, Del Ciello.

While at Del Ciello, Dias come across another old friend from his past; Reno Cascade, who was going by the new name of Crim El Furaga, the man now leading a pirate gang and commanding a large ship called the Yggdrasil which had also docked at the city. Little did the Aethera State crew know that the Governor of Del Ciello had sold them out to Shin-Ra who were already amassing a massive fleet to block off all escape routes. Meanwhile, Crim had a run in with one of Dias’ past enemies, Rem’Graf, who had caused a rather fair bit of destruction which was ultimately blamed on the man and the rest of the Yggdrasil group.

The situation only got worse when Shin-Ra began to air drop their newly enhanced SOLDIERs into the city to hunt down the Aethera State members who were already being recalled back to the ship that had come under attack in the hangar. Dias and the others battled their way through the enemies across the city and jumped back onboard the vessel which had to forcibly exit the port to beat a hasty getaway. Flying straight through the blockade, they were suddenly being chased by a massive, black ship that seemed to be generating strange monsters from its hull that latched onto the Aethera. Within moments the decks were being flooded by the creatures that just phased right through the ship like ghosts.

Dias climbed to the top of the Aethera to buy everyone else enough time to evacuate, fending off the rest of the monsters to kept trying to get onboard. It was hard enough dealing with the ones that had already gotten inside. As the crew were boarding the shuttle, Dias found himself starring down Rem’Graf who had suddenly appeared. The two clashed against each other, fighting fiercely despite the ship itself beginning to fall out of the skies. It was then that Remy removed his eye patch, revealing his demonic inverted eye which froze reality itself, opening a rift in the dimensional fabric behind Dias. Before knocking him through it, Rem’Graf confessed to him that he was the one who killed Ferra. Before Dias was about to break free of the hold, he was sent flying back, vanishing into the rift which closed back up.

Afterwards, Remy vanished along with the black ship, the Aethera crew survivors believing that Dias had died in the ship’s explosion…

Far from the truth, Dias had been cast into the abyss of Daemonium, the Realm of Nightmares. It was a world similar to that of Narria that had neither a beginning nor an end, the polar opposite as it consisted of all the evil within creation, a mass accumulation of all the fears from everyone within the Omniverse. The Nightmares became alerted to his presence and within moments, Dias found himself trying to be killed by everything, even the buildings and streets. The place was a true terror, relentlessly obsessed with trying to devour him. For what seemed like days, Dias battled non-stop just to survive; fueled by the hatred of the man who had trapped him here.

Eventually, Dias was saved by a band of Gnosis, others who had been trapped in this horrific dimension just like him that had survived by feeding on the remains of the Nightmares, becoming ones themselves. The Gnosis had established a sanctuary where the Narrian was taken to which is when he unexpectedly became reunited with his former commander, Lanford De’Linux, who was now the leader of this settlement. He explained to his friend that MERKAHBAH was behind the attack on Daven City and that the other countries behind the invasion were nothing more than pawns.

When asked how he found out about this, he told him that he learned about it from one of their own men; Rem’Graf himself. It was Remy who had setup the entire scenario, and trapped Lanford in Daemonium. With both him and Dias not there, it was only a matter of time before Daven City and the Azure Knights were defeated.

Lanford then went on to explain that his body was corrupted now, being forced to become a Gnosis in order to continue living there. Without being able to feed upon Nightmares, any Gnosis would surely die outside of Daemonium. But because Dias was still untainted, it wasn’t too late for him to still return. However, he wasn’t strong enough to defeat Rem’Graf, let alone the rest of MERKAHBAH. Not how he was. Lanford knew for some time that Dias wasn’t using his true potential, limiting himself somehow for some unknown reason. So much had happened to him, yet he still remained as he was when they first met so many years ago when he first left Narria.

This required drastic measures. If he wasn’t able to surpass himself, there was no reason for him to go back. He was better off dead. This was Lanford’s reasoning when he abruptly decided to lead Dias out away from the settlement and began to suddenly attack him. Clearly outmatched by his former teacher who had only become even stronger during his time in Daemonium, Dias was on the brink of death when it finally happened… Faced with utter defeat, never being able to take revenge for anyone that had lost their lives due to MERKAHBAH. Never again to be beside Ferra. It triggered something within him, causing him to unleash his true power as he ignited his own soul.

With the power of Soul Burn, despite his injuries, Dias quickly overwhelmed Lanford and delivered the final fatal blow which brought a swift end to their battle.

Saying his final goodbye, Dias wandered off into the vast reaches of Daemonium, unable to go back to the Gnosis settlement for having killed their leader. Unable to go on any further, Dias sat down in the darkness and used a technique he had never intended to ever use, until now. Detaching himself from his body, his spirit expanded to erect a barrier to repel the corruption of Daemonium as well as shield against the Nightmares that would try to feast on him. He stayed that way for nearly a year…lost within the darkness…

Eventually, Dias was rescued from Daemonium and taken to a world called Nerthus where his broken body was treated and cared for in Rei’s Palace within the Manah Tree. Rei was the Keeper of the Magus in the Magisterium where the colossal tree was at the center of a vast, lush forest that had sprouted up around its giant roots. The one who had been tasked with watching over him was none other than a resurrected Ferra. Unfortunately, his time spent in Daemonium for such a long time had degraded his mind. Dias had no memory, no drive or seeming ability to speak. He was alive, but that was it, nothing more than a shell of his former self.

Ferra did everything she could for the man, tending to him day and night. However, time was not on their side. Dias was needed as MERKAHBAH was pushing hard and speeding up their plans elsewhere. With no other options left to them, Ferra made the ultimate sacrifice…merging her mind with his in order to fix the damage caused by Daemonium. It was dangerous to meld their minds without any kind of protection, immediately getting lost in his past. While desperately trying to reconnect the distorted fragments of himself, she came into contact with the traces of Daemonium that still lingered within him. Finally, she managed to succeed and the life returned to Dias’ eyes and his hair lit up brightly once again.

Realizing that none of it was a dream and that Ferra really was there, he would once again know sadness when she looked up at him not knowing who he was. She had lost her memories so that he could regain his. Taken by grief, she brought her arms around him to comfort the man. Though she had lost her memories, somehow she still felt as though she knew him and cared deeply about him. This only strengthened his resolve as Dias met with Rei, the mysterious woman accompanied by a white talking cat who told him that he was needed to stop MERKAHBAH from achieving its goal. Without hesitation, he accepted his supposed fate and allowed the cat to take him through a new Aether Gate.

On the other side, Dias found himself within a dream-like alternate reality resembling Earth, a city that had been torn apart by a great war. MERKAHBAH had appeared and was on the verge of wiping out the Wiccans who were desperate to hold on against the ever increasing numbers. And there, watching the mayhem from a far off distance, was none other than Rem’Graf. Triggering years of hatred and regret, his rage became an unstoppable force as Dias dropped into the city streets and began to massacre the black soldiers.

Crossing blades with Rem’Graf, the two battled in an epic fight that shook the heavens, forcing the war to come to a total stand still as everyone watched in awe. Finally, the battle came to an end with the death of Remy who died with a smile on his face, as if he had planned on this outcome from the very start. The rest of the MERKAHBAH fleet prepared to waste the survivors and cut their losses. To stop them, Dias went to the roof of the building where everyone had gone to seek shelter. As the warships unleashed their hell storm of cannons upon the city, the Narrian single handedly began deflecting every blast. Refusing to surrender, even after his leg was shot out from under him and a hole bore clean through his shoulder, the man remained in open defiance until he let loose a powerful counter attack of his own and ripped the ships apart right out of the atmosphere.

Dias then fell unconscious, passing out from the immense strain. When the dream began to fall apart, Ferra showed up and, with the help of the Wiccans, carried him off. The planet was facing total destruction as its core was about to go critical. It was then that a wave of ships appeared in a grand display of lights baring the crest of the Aesir Empire 9th Orbital Fleet. They were responding to the unknown dimensional disturbance that was affecting the entire universe, causing it to have just mysteriously manifested all of a sudden in real space. Chief General Aeon Ergo who was onboard leading the survey operation personally, gave the order to evacuate as many people as they could.

Only able to save the Wiccans and the Human survivors with them, the fleet pulled back to a safe distance and watched as their world imploded. They then returned back to their own universe, back at Babylon City where the refugees were taken care of and given a temporary living space of their own until better arrangements could be made. Dias woke up after having been asleep for over a month, finding himself stiff but with all of his injuries healed.

Afterwards, Dias had a meeting with Aeon and Adam, the Ruler of the Wiccan people who had marked him as a hero for saving them back in the dream. They were discussing the black soldiers and comparing notes as the Empire had also crossed paths with them. They had all encountered MERKAHBAH at some point and it appeared as though the secret chaos organization was becoming more and more bold with their activities. Something had to be done about them. It was then that Aeon declared that the new prime objective for the SOF Crimson Knights would be to investigate and track down any and all signs of MERKAHBAH throughout the Omniverse and root them out until they were ultimately destroyed.

Dias couldn’t agree more with her sentiments and took the offer to join them in this task. The Narrian then adorned a military uniform for the second time in his life, officially becoming apart of the Crimson Knights.

The time for running was over. Now he would be the one doing the hunting…

[Update - 6/20/2015]

During the first few months staying with Ferra at the apartment provided for them by the Aesir Military, Babylon City soon played host to a failed coup attempt by a man named Relius. Dias fell at the center of this event as it unfolded as assassins attacked the Narrian and his female companion. With the thanks of the robotic bounty hunter, calling herself "Cee", Relius was soundly defeated while the famed "Geister Squad" operated behind the scenes to systematically eliminate each and every traitor of the empire simultaneously, having been aware of their actions for quite some time.

Not long after being reassigned new living accommodations, Aeon requested Dias' assistance for what was supposed to be a covert mission to the war torn planet of Vestusio. The world had become occupied by forces from the Dimensional Federation's 44th Frontier Fleet as part of an operation to root out the Yggdrasil Pirates. Dias was given the task of infiltrating the federation army stationed there to determine whether or not they were working with MERKAHBAH.

Using the distraction provided by the return of Captain Crim El Furaga and his band of space pirates aboard their new Yggdurandal starship, along with another Crimson Knight known as Raikar who came acting as his guide, Dias arrived on Vestusio and managed to get into a U-TIC Organization stronghold formerly used as a base for Crim and the gang. Inside, Dias became separated from Raikar and ended up finding some of his old rival's crew locked up. Freeing the prisoners, he met Vaughn and they quickly made their escape.

However, they encountered the sentient tome called Delabraxias. All the others save for Dias and Vaughn were able to survive the battle and made it outside after defeating the wicked entity. After parting ways with his new found friend, Dias detected the presence of a Pandemonium Knight, the strong arm of MERKAHBAH. Realizing it had appeared where Crim and all the others had gathered, the Narrian rushed off to join the fight. But when he arrived, the group was struggling to defend themselves, beaten badly by the one revealing himself as Malphisto Cichol, the First and dubbed primavera of the elite Real Numbers.

A duel to the death ensued, with Dias unleashing everything that he had upon the man, only to be pushed back at every turn. Just when all hope seemed lost, divine intervention appeared in the form of the Eidolons from Narria Mythology. With their help, Malphisto was quickly reigned in. But before victory could be, another who was referred to as the "Traitor Eidolon" emerged and easily dealt with his kin, actually saving Malphisto. The rogue Eidolon called himself Adayah the Desire and was exposed to all as being the one whom all of MERKAHBAH and the PKers called 'The Master', the one pulling all of the strings. The one responsible for so much destruction and mayhem throughout all of Creation. Finally they knew who it was...

Though it was apparent he could have simply killed them all, Adayah instead chose to leave while taking Malphisto along with him. But in his absence came the looming threat of MERKAHBAH's wrath. An unending horde of Nightmares poured out from Daemonium and infested the planet, attacking anything alive. The unholy alliance between them and U-TIC was revealed as the two forces joined together.

During the onslaught, a miracle came in the form of the young girl who had been in a kind of dimensional stasis, given to the care of Crim years ago. The Eikona, Genesis.

With the heroes knocking on death's door, the secret buried along with Gene came out as she called forth a weapon of mythic proportions, a cosmic device so big that it physically encased the entire galaxy they were in. The ARKOS. It forcibly seized total control of the universe itself and violently purged all traces of MERKAHBAH and Daemonium from the realm, swiftly putting an end to the chaos. Just before it vanished back into the nothing from whence it came, Gene used the godlike powers of this machine to restore the damage inflicted upon Vestusio and all those that were still living.

With the battle finally over, Dias took it upon himself for some personal R&R.

Till next time...

Name: Lyra Gwynn
Age: Around 50 years
Height: 5'7''
Weight: 125 lbs
Race: Undead, formerly human

Appearance:
Lyra looks much younger than she actually is: she was twenty-two years old when she died, and her body has stayed that way ever since she came back. She has a willowy build, with brown hair tied back in a ponytail, light brown eyes, and gentle, almost childlike features.

For clothing, she tends to favor primitive dresses, woven with intricate patterns in colors that match the environment. She makes these herself, and each one is meant to reflect the nature of the lands she finds herself in. They offer virtually nothing in the way of physical protection, but they're short and loose enough for her to move freely in them.

She also wears a thin belt, with a dagger at her left hip and a small pouch at her right, and carries a long white spear.

Weapons or items:

- Dragon spine: A two-handed thrusting spear, crafted with great effort from the bone of a beast Lyra slew long ago. It's around seven feet long, and made entirely of the same material, with no visible seams or cracks. Light, sharp, and astoundingly durable.

- Dragon tooth: A short white dagger, made from the fang of a beast Lyra slew long ago. Mainly used for a specific purpose (see Abilities), but also works pretty well for shanking people in a pinch. As sharp and tough as the spear.

- Gas bombs: Six egg-shaped stones, kept in a pouch on her belt. When she touches one, it will begin to rapidly deteriorate, and will explode after two seconds, releasing a cloud of thick green gas, a unique substance synthesized from the decomposing corpses of dragons. This gas is an incredibly potent corrosive substance capable of eating through solid matter with frightening speed. Flesh, metal, kevlar, and even artificially synthesized or magically strengthened substances are vulnerable. However, it doesn't attack dragon bone, nor purely supernatural 'solids' (such as force fields or energy barriers). Other than the aforementioned properties, it behaves much like any vapor, and can be stopped or dispersed by forces or barriers it doesn't eat through.

Abilities:

- Physical abilities and training: Even before dying, Lyra had something of a natural talent for combat. Her speed is well above peak human levels, and she has the reaction times to match it. Years of experience have helped her learn how to maintain excellent control and balance while moving extremely fast, as well as how to apply her swiftness to close-quarters combat and traversal of difficult terrain. Her strength and endurance aren't amazing, but she hasn't slacked off on them and isn't nearly as weak or frail as she might appear.

Her true specialty, however, is stealth and deception: she's quick, quiet, and light of foot, and able to mask her presence and intent well enough to launch effective surprise attacks on even seasoned warriors and assassins.

- Gale runner: Lyra was born with some psychic potential, and can use it to hinder mental attacks somewhat, but she never learned to attack the minds of others or create magical constructs. Instead, she attuned her instincts to connect with something far simpler but still hugely powerful: the air. Through a specialized form of telekinesis, she can usher it into motion, and direct its path in gusts both slow and fast, with the latter able to reach speeds beyond anything found in nature. She can't produce 'constructs' such as blades of wind, nor control air on a delicate enough level to pull it out of someone's lungs. On the other hand, she can generate gusts at range and even ride on flows of air like a kite, using the wind's speed to move herself around when her own maneuverability proves insufficient.

- Undead body: Since Lyra's retrun from the grave, she's found that she doesn't really function quite like she used to. Due to her particular state of undeath, she remains animate even though most of her biological functions have stopped: she moves, thinks, and senses her environment, but doesn't breathe, eat, or maintain a set body temperature. It's possible for her body to perform these functions, but it takes a voluntary effort on Lyra's part to do so. Her nervous and circulatory systems seem to have shut down entirely, and she's shown no signs of aging as time goes by. Her brain and muscles still work, but everything else is bypassed by the inscrutable force that holds her in her current state.

- The Shroud: Lyra is bound to a floating mass of dark particles, a cloud of mysterious smoke that moves with her wherever she goes. In more casual settings it will lie hidden in her shadow, compressed and passive, but in combat she deploys it in full force, and it can grow large enough to fill a small house. The Shroud seems to be related to her state of undeath, and Lyra can manipulate the size and shape of the cloud as if it were part of her body, which combined with her wind summoning gives her excellent control over its form. However, it can't spread out beyond a certain minimum density, which restricts its reach to two thousand cubic feet at most.

Other than being movable, the Shroud possesses three dangerous abilities. The first is that it absorbs and stores light and sound, including frequencies beyond those visible and audible to humans, such as ultrasound or radio waves. It's perfectly black, and masks any noises passing through it. Light and sound it absorbs can be gathered and later redeployed offensively, as wide bursts or tightly concentrated beams.

The second ability is that it not only responds to Lyra's thoughts and impulses, it relays sensory information as well. While she's inside it, it can directly plant in her mind the patterns of light and sound coming into contact with its outer edges, allowing her to see and hear what's going on outside. It also keeps her aware of its own contours, allowing her to effectively 'feel' anything within the cloud. The Shroud differentiates between her own thoughts and those born of other powers, obeying only those that are truly hers, and she can use it to detect foreign incursions into her mind.

The third ability is that the Shroud will resist any and all movement within itself not initiated by Lyra or her abilities. Its minuscule particles are made of a strange material from a far-flung universe devoid of life, and they bend physics around them slightly, slowing down other matter and energy passing through areas where the particles are gathered. This effect works more powerfully against faster movements: walking through the Shroud is merely uncomfortable, running through it is like pushing against a wall of molasses, and bullets or anything similarly fast will face opposition strong enough to slow them to a crawl. The more spread-out the Shroud is, however, the less powerful the slowing effect becomes. At five hundred cubic feet or below, the slowing effect is as described above. However, it decreases proportionally with spread, so that at two thousand cubic feet the effect is only one-fourth as powerful. As a result, when spread too thinly it will self-concentrate around sources of movement where necessary, to better resist them. Although Lyra, her weapons, and the matter/energy she controls with her powers are immune to this effect, she can't control the effect itself.

- Cryokinesis: Lyra can freeze liquid or gaseous water, and manipulate ice and snow. On a basic level this functions similarly to her power over wind, so she must use what is present in her environment rather than creating it herself. She has fairly precise control over ice, and can both levitate and reshape it, but this comes at a cost: this ability doesn't extend over a wide area, but instead gradually spreads, like a virus. Her cryokinesis must be initiated within a range of about two feet from her. Once she's seized control of a fragment of ice, she can maintain this control outside of said initial range, and spread control to water and ice near the fragments she already commands. In short, she usually starts with small amounts, but can chain her cryokinesis to build up larger effects.

The actual freezing process is of course exceedingly fast. Solutions pose some additional problems: the more solute is dissolved in water, the closer her power needs to be to freeze it. Bodily fluids are complex enough that her ice needs to make direct contact before she can freeze them. Lyra's power can also be used to keep ice packed together, which can vastly increase its effective hardness- but the more ice she applies this to, the lower the overall effect. Similarly, the speed at which she can make ice move decreases as the amount of ice she's controlling increases, though in both cases the inverse is also true. Lyra may release ice from her control if she so chooses.

- Bone dragon: Once per fight, if Lyra brings her dragon-tooth dagger into direct contact with her own bone, she may transform herself into a massive skeletal dragon. This form lasts about a minute. Her own bones grow explosively outwards, becoming durable dragon bone and forming a thick shell around Lyra's human body while extending around it to form the monster, with the shell located within the ribcage. In addition to being fucking awesome, this form grants her tremendously increased strength and durability, as well as the ability to emit the green gas seen in her gas bombs from her jaws and nostrils in huge quantities. Although it has no skin, muscle or nervous system, this form can move and fly as if it did. After the time runs out or the shell is somehow broken, the bone dragon will shatter into thousands of pieces, releasing Lyra onto the field.

Name: Gonad Yaksplitter
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Boxing Reach: 92"
Shoe Size: 24
Race: Human
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment-

-His body.

-A set of thick six-kilo gilded steel bracers.

-A pair of three-kilo gilded steel gauntlets.

-A pair of two-kilo hide boots reinforced with steel.

-A tough, magical cloak that's impervious to heat and cold.

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon, known as Gonad. For weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Gooch muscles. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.



Abilities/Skills- Revered by many as the greatest warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength and is capable of overpowering virtually any foe near his size. His base strength is roughly equivalent to that of a large grizzly bear, his speed that of Bruce Lee crossed with Usain Bolt. Above all else the strength in his hands is legendary, and so far no foe, living or dead, has succeeded in breaking his grip. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands. What's more, Gonad is the supreme master of his own body and can control its functions at will. He uses the full potential of his musculatory system, is able to constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and can transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex, along with every other kind of mind over body feat possible. Ripley's Believe It or Not type shit. He's even capable of touching and harming incorporeal or transdimensional entities by virtue of being too ignorant to know that he shouldn't.

Gonad can harness the raw energies of manliness itself, a power known as the Beardforce which only those known as the Beardlords may use. It allows him to scale in physical might that his capabilities may be matched evenly in comparison to those of any foe more powerful than him. The Beardforce lets Gonad dampen or increase his own inertia if an opponent can do the same, increase his mass, heighten his mental and physical faculties, and empower his surroundings with Beardforce. This ability manifests in such a way that accommodates his wrestling moves, I.E, making the ground harder and his weight or falling velocity greater so that a very durable enemy will be grievously harmed by a piledriver, or briefly creating immovable, indestructible platforms of Beardforce in empty space with which to spike an opponent into if there is no ground or floor nearby. He can also use the Beardforce to aid his mobility, using the Beardforce platforms to manouver through air or empty space in leau of the power of flight. This cannot be used to trap or trick, for the Beardforce does not permit sneaky or cowardly tactics. The only time an opponent would need to worry about a Beardforce construct would be when Gonad's about to use a WWE technique, such as a body slam, a suplex, or any other attack that requires a hard surface to be effective. Gonad may also replace his clothing with Beardforce constructs if his power is elevated to a point where steel becomes inconsequential. Despite the supposed versatility of the power, he only ever uses Beardforce bracers for armor. It goes against Gonad's nature to wear excess armaments.

Gonad's power ups are nearly all physical in nature, and as such if an opponent relies heavily upon auxillary abilities, Gonad will be able to easily outmatch them in strength and speed. Think of an armored man with a machine gun facing a naked man wielding only his fists. A good comparison to the Beardforce's application is to think of how physically capable the fistfighter would need to be to stand a perfectly fair chance of beating the armored gunman. Obviously this means that in close range, an enemy who uses powers and technology in addition to martial arts would be at a severe disadvantage in the martial arts category next to Gonad.

Gonad is a one trick pony, a purist. What he lacks in long ranged versatility and multiple complex abilities, he more than makes up for by having all of his strengths accumulated into nothing less than the ultimate form of unarmed martial arts.

Gonad's unarmed strikes are of the highest caliber, and taking into consideration the formidable equalization of the Beardforce, this means no foe in this realm or in any other can easily withstand even one direct hit to a vital point, much like how no human mortal may fairly survive a sword through the torso or a mace to the skull, as Gonad's limbs are surely lethal weapons. The Beardforce is based upon Gonad's perception of an opponent along with the opponent's full latent power, and as such the Beardforce cannot be fooled or bypassed, making it effective against abstract concepts or inanimate objects for so long as Gonad thinks of the thing as a foe or said thing presents a threat. The opposite stands true, however, as Gonad himself wears little armor and will always be equally susceptible to the attacks of any superhuman enemy he faces. Whether it be a normal man with a pickaxe or Superman with a pickaxe, if either buried the point of the weapon in Gonad's skull he would die just the same. If Gonad is facing a group of empowered enemies, his might will be equalized with that of the strongest.

Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and has an effectively limitless tolerance for pain. He can utilize three different forms of the technique, each one badder than the last. These three forms may be referred to as Semi-Berserk, Full Berserk, and the preeminent Primal State. At his peak, he can generate such strength that his own muscles can tear themselves from his bones. When combined with the ability to create self induced hyposthenia within his body, bringing his muscles to the ultimate point of relaxation, Gonad can then contract them with the greatest amount of force that is physically possible. At the cost of having his very bones shatter from the overwhelming might of his own blows, Gonad can unleash attacks of such immensity that any entity on the receiving end of a direct hit gains an immediate and intimate understanding of what it feels like to be the fetus in a Mexican abortion. In other words, each stage of the berserker increases Gonad's offence at the cost of his defense. His blood flows much faster (hastening blood loss), he becomes considerably more aggressive, and his attacks are just as likely to inflict damage to himself as to the opponent due to the physical strain.

Background- They say when the Barbarian called Gonad Yaksplitter was born, he came into this world bearing a full and mighty beard and had the equivalent muscles of a shaved adult yak. He was born on the battlefield, his infantile but well defined body gushing forth from the womb of his mother and landing in a puddle of blood that had been pooling from the corpse of a nearby enemy. It was in this way that Gonad had first been christened with the blood of his enemies. His mother, Chukka, had broken both legs in the battle and only she and her newborn son had survived the disastrous conflict. It had been a Barbarian war party, sent out from Gonad's home village which lay fifty-five miles East.

Chukka was forced to crawl back using her hands and teeth, bearing Gonad on her back. Only by sustaining young Gonad with the meat of her placenta and the warm milk from her breasts was she able to keep him nourished during the arduous trip back. Using the prodigious length of young Gonad's beard, she was able to fashion a makeshift diaper to keep him from soiling her back. After two months, they managed to return to the village, much to the great joy of Chief Jarvi. Upon being shocked at the sight of Gonad's beard-diaper being removed, he promptly named muscular Gonad after his hefty namesake, and renamed their village after the miracle child. For many ages the Village of Gonad has been renowned for its strength, most often migrating around in the deep Wilderness. Gonad's birth was the very culmination of generations of hard-earned might, his destiny pre-determined by the selective breeding of his ancestors. Their intent? To create the ultimate physical human. And so they did.

Since before he could walk, Gonad was made to train in the berserker arts with a relentless fervor that surpassed common sense. Nearly every minute of every hour of every day of his life he endured the most excruciating physical and mental training imaginable, his talent for unarmed combat pushed well beyond the boundaries of reason. He bears as many scars from his training as he does from battle. Gonad has participated in tens of thousands of battles, ranging from one on one bouts to full scale wars, and from his experience has even created his own fighting style, which he dubbed "Hefty Fist".

As weakness had been beaten out of him at birth, it was not long before he became so well associated with hardship and pain that both feelings became an integral part of his personality. He enjoys agony and difficulty, and carries upon his shoulders the full weight of his village's pride and future. To Gonad, shame and fear are emotions that no longer exist. With adversity drilled into the very core of his being, through unimaginable effort he shaped his mind into an unbreechable iron hull filled with undepletable reserves of determination. Though not by any means distanced from other negative emotions, he still bears them with neither complaint nor angst and has never allowed himself to feel regret.

Gonad now travels the land endlessly, seeking nothing more than worthy opponents to fight. He fights for fighting's sake and for honor, the honor of both himself, and for the honor of those who are unable to defend themselves against the dishonorable.
He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

Trivia-

◾Gonad rarely calls people by their actual names, often using their physical appearance to give them a nickname such as Hood Man, Fancy Pants Lady, Pale Man, and Funny Beard. Those who have earned his utmost respect, however, are called by their true name.

◾Gonad's body is so well trained, that with muscle memory he performs isometrics in his sleep.

◾Gonad is almost entirely incapable of learning and/or doing anything that isn't related to combat, training, hunting, and women, the subjects in which he holds enough virtuistic ability to philosophize about. It took him two weeks to learn how to first use a doorknob, and he still hasn't learned how to read even a single word. He is utterly useless outside of his few areas of expertise.

◾Gonad is ambidextrous

◾Gonad's nose has been broken so many times, that all of the cartilage in it has deteriorated. He can push it completely flat against his face. He also has four false teeth crafted from ivory.

◾Gonad rarely travels via boat or ship, opting instead to swim across great bodies of water.

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Name: Caius Aurelio
Alias: Cay [Kay]
Age [apparent]: 24
Age [true]: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Homo Superior [metahuman mutant; psionic; dynamic manifestation]
Profession: Mercenary
Class: Psion
Subclass: Telekinetic Dynamophage

Ethnicity: Unknown admixture of human ethnotypes; Mediterranean-Arabic in appearance.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Pale green
Skin Color: Darkly tanned
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 225 lb
Bodyfat: 11%
Physique: Muscular, lean, athletic.

Caius has a Mediterranean look to him -- black, curly hair shorn short in the Roman style, bright eyes of pale jade, and a respectable tan. His features are sharp and aquiline, with a long, straight nose and defined cheekbones. He has a classically athletic physique, with an emphasis on a strong core, back, shoulders and legs. His skin is unblemished, free of scarring or tattooing. He wears no jewelry or accoutrements, and he is extremely utilitarian in his clothing preferences, often wearing plain linen or cotton clothing with leather boots. He prefers dark, neutral colors -- black, brown, gray, navy, and so on. He is notably well-groomed at all times, and is quietly fastidious in his appearance, always looking professional and alert. His gaze can be disconcerting because of his psionic abilities.

Religion: Polytheistic apatheism -- the acknowledgment of multiple pantheons but worship of none.
Sexuality: Asexual
Likes: Traveling, working, training his mind and body, studying history, philosophy, and the occult sciences.
Dislikes: Undisciplined people, people who go back on their word, low standards
Personality Markers: Calm, collected, analytical, detached, meditative, quiet, professional

Caius is a quiet, soft-spoken man. He can be cold and distant in his professionalism, but he is not immoral or hard-hearted, he simply places his professional interests above all other concerns. He can be casually ruthless when his profession requires it, but he takes no joy in it; he isn't a sadist and doesn't seek to cause pain when it isn't necessary. His approach to violence is methodical, surgical in its precision, and designed to end any confrontation as quickly and efficiently as possible. Caius is well-educated to the point of being scholarly, and values intelligence, cleverness, and lateral thinking. Despite working as a mercenary, Caius holds to his own personal code of honor as a professional and will not broach it.

[INNATE] Metahuman Physiology
As the next evolutionary leap in humanity, Caius is imbued with greater physical abilities than the norm. He is physically stronger, faster, smarter, and more durable than the average human, and has reaction and sensory processing speeds many times faster than that of the base human. Caius's senses are also heightened, not necessarily in potency but in versatility; he is capable of seeing across a broader spectrum of light, tracking and memorizing smells, and can pick out specific sounds from a jumble of noise more readily.

[INNATE] Psion -- Power Rating: Beta+
Caius, like many metahuman, was born with a natural aptitude for psionic powers. His psychic abilities manifested at the age of twelve, and he has spent his life studying, developing, and honing them. As a psion, Caius is capable of manipulating, on levels both macro and micro, the physical world around him via pure willpower and/or the utilization of various forms of energy. Psychics in Caius's world are rated in power from Double Alpha Plus, to Omega, with Double Alpha Plus being the highest possible rating. Caius is a Beta Plus rated psion, putting him in the upper 1% of the psionic population as far as raw power goes. A well trained Beta psion is capable of significant environmental and energetic manipulations, but lacks the raw power of an Alpha, who can influence regions several miles in size.

Caius's psionic power makes him a Beta, but it his his capacity for controlling that power that makes him a Beta Plus. Caius is able to adroitly wield his psychic powers with a natural ease and with minimal exhaustion. His area of casual effect is upwards of [color]100'[/color] radius, but if he focuses specifically, he can generate phenomena upwards of 250' away. Caius has a natural aptitude for dynamokinetics in various forms. His elemental kinetics are poor, as is his ability to manipulate his own body. He isn't an accomplished telepath, but can defend himself against telepathic intrusions with ease.

[INNATE] Extrasensory Perception
Caius is capable of sensing the psychic and/or energetic signature(s) of the world around him upwards of 150' away from his position. He can also, with concentration, "cast" his senses in a broader net. Caius possesses a full suite of secondary "psychic senses" that come into play should his physical sensory organs be damaged in some form or fashion.

[TRAINED] Major Discipline: Dynamokinesis
Dynamokinesis is a broad spectrum of psychic abilities that refers to the manifestation and manipulation of energies in a multitude of energy-matter formats. There is a broad list of energies that falls under this category, and Caius can manipulate them to various degrees for offensive, defensive, and enhancement purposes. His Dynamokinetic disciplines are graded on the same scale as his martial proficiencies. Those that are bolded can be considered his major specializations, while those in italics are his minor specializations.

Kinetics [GM] - The ability to generate and manipulate kinetic energy.
Psychic [GM] - The ability to generate amd manipulate psychic energy*.
Gravitic [M] - The ability to generate and manipulate gravitic forces.
Electric [MP] - The ability to generate and manipulate electricity.
Magnetic [MP] - The ability to generate and manipulate magnetic fields.
Radiant, Light [MP] - The ability to generate and manipulate light, visible or otherwise.
Radiant, Heat [MP] - The ability to generate and manipulate thermal energy.
Radiant, broad genera [SP] - The ability to generate and manipulate radiant energy.

[Psychic Energy can be defined here as the energetic representation of a psion's will; a manifestation of their ability to manipulate the world around them. As such, psychic energy behaves much like "magic" or other supernal energies in that it allows the user to bend or supersede the laws of physics to some degree. Psychic energy, being sourced directly from the psion, is the most malleable of all energies, as there are no governing laws that it must follow, resist, or break except those of the psion's mind. Although psychic energy is generated by a psion, it is not necessarily a pathway "into" the psion's mind, body, or sphere of influence. Caius's specialization in utilizing psychic energy also gives him prominent defenses against telepathic assault or attempts to affect his mind.]

[In any other psychic discipline not explicitly described, Caius can be assumed to be Untrained -- capable of utilizing said discipline, but not with any semblance of proficiency. For example, he may utilize the elemental-kinetic disciplines -- e.g. manipulation of fire, stone, metal, etc -- but only at the level of a novice. While biokinesis is not one of Caius's disciplines, he is capable of imbuing his body with these energies in various forms and formats, such as sheathing himself in kinetic energy to move with greatly increased haste or strength.]

[The basal/automatic level for Caius's shielding is resistant enough against outside forces to withstand small arms fire -- resistant, but not immune, as a sustained assault can readily abrade and break through Caius's barrier, as every attack can crease, crumple, or crack the shield, little by little. These energy barriers have benefits and drawbacks -- they aren't as sturdy as a corporeal shielding mechanism, but they can be adapted, strengthened, and reformed with appropriate focus.

Caius's absorption rate varies based on the energy being used. Per his dynamokinetic proficiencies, Caius can most readily absorb kinetic energy, with electricity and heat coming in second. Caius is least proficient at absorbing energy from supernatural sources, even when he's aware of them. Caius absorbs at an upper rate of 50% with kinetic, electric/magnetic, and heat sources, and as little as 0-25% from supernal sources. His absorption rate is based on his focus and what knowledge he has regarding the attack.

The strength of his barrier and Caius's ability to siphon energy are related: the more Caius chooses to focus on a specific kind of energy, the less the barrier in question can deal with other energy forms. For example, of Caius focuses a barrier on dealing with kinetic energy, it will be less equipped to deal with other energies. If he programs a shield to absorb kinetic energy, he does so at the expense of other energies' absorption rates.]

[SPECIALIZATION] Sub-Discipline: Dynamophagy
Dynamophagy means, literally, "energy eating." This refers to Caius's training in dynamokinesis, which allows him to leach energy off of incoming attacks and from the environment for his own use. A common example would be utilizing a psychic barrier that draws off the kinetic energy from incoming attacks, both to weaken them and to provide fuel for Caius's psionic maneuvers. Caius can siphon energy from incoming attacks as well as the environment. This allows him to strengthen both his offensive and defensive measures appropriately.

[TRAINED] Major Discipline: Psychic Imbuement
Psychic Imbuement is the art of creating tulpas or eidolons, automatons imbued with a semblance of life by way of imbuing them with psychic energy. Eidolons tend to be physical or elemental manifestations, whereas tulpas are often composed of energy of various sorts. Caius has studied extensively enough to be proficient at the creation of either but prefers to create tulpas because his eidolons tend to be overly simplistic, given his relative lack of elemental kinetics. Once created, tulpas and eidolons can behave according to numerous parameters: at will according to premade training, at their maker's order, or when specific conditions (attacking, defending, moving) are met.

[TRAINED] Sub-Discipline: Psychic Programming
Pursuant to his training in psychic imbuement, Caius has studied how to impart "programming" to his eidolons and tulpas so that they are created for specific purposes. Utilizing this programming, he can make tulpas with specific purposes: autonomous defensive or offensive measures, most often, or to act as a "multi-mind" network to boost his psychic abilities.

[Tulpas and Eidolons are not NPCs -- they lack sapience or sentience, lacking no free will and no multifarious systems of instinct/thought/memory/mind with which to make decisions. Tulpas and Eidolons are more akin to machines or electronic devices -- tools of varying complexity that can behave autonomously solely within the purview of their programming. For example, a Tulpa may be created and "programmed" to use Caius's telekinetic daggers to block incoming solid-state projectiles -- it can do so autonoumously, but it cannot do anything other than that programming unless Caius modifies the programming.]

[TRAINED] Sub-Discipline: Psychic Encoding
Psychic Encoding is a parallel art to Psychic Programming. It is, in all ways, exactly like Psychic Programming, except it applies to non-autonomous energy forms -- that is, to projectiles, barriers, and other permanent or non-permanent manifestations that Caius generates which lack any autonomy and are under his immediate command. This synergizes with his status as a dynamophage, allowing him to encode his attacks and defenses to make them more proficient at dealing with certain forms of energy.

[TRAINED] Major Discipline: Psychic Compartmentalization
Psychic Compartmentalization is, in short, the ability for Caius to consciously and willingly "fray" his thought processes into multiple strands, effectively allowing him to multitask. To do this, Caius partitions his mind, allowing him to follow several trains of thought/activity at once, akin to a computer running with more processors. Caius cannot have more than three simultaneous "compartments" at once. If he has more than two psychic "strands" running, then he is not capable of his most complex psychic phenomena -- eidolons and tulpas.

[TRAINED] Major Discipline: Defensive Theory; Supernal Energies
Caius has studied supernal energies to such a degree that when they come into contact with his psychic energy or his tulpas, he can grasp what the energy in question is to some appreciable degree. He may not know specifically, nor can he grasp his opponent's specific capabilities, but if someone throws a fireball at him, he can determine the root cause of that fireball, whether it be formed by sorcery, bodily chi energy, or psionic pyrokinesis. This is especially useful for his dynamophagy and his psychic programming/encoding talents, as he can learn a great deal about an opponent in repeated exchanges.

This ability was clarified with two of the judges (Dirge and Shadow). As described above, this passive ability does not give Caius any in-depth knowledge or understanding of his foe's capabilities, inner workings, or intent. The only information it provides him is that of the root cause -- that is, if he defends against or assaults a magical phenomena, he will learn that it is magic. However, he does not learn anything beyond that -- he doesn't know whether or not his opponent is a specific kind of mage, nor does he learn anything about his opponent's magical abilities. He does not ascertain anything beyond the fact that they used a magical phenomena.

Caius gains what can be considered an analog to psychic "tactile" feeling, in the same way that when a person places their hand in snow, they know it's cold. If someone throws a magic fireball at him, he will learn that the fireball is magic, but nothing else -- not how his opponent made the fireball, whether or not fire is the specialty, or any other secondary information.

[TRAINED] Sub-Discipline: Occult Sensory Perception
Caius can tune his psychic senses so that they overlap his physical senses, allowing him to sense supernatural energies. He can use this to see, hear, and/or smell various energies such as magic, chi, or the like. While he can sense the energy in question, he CANNOT identify it without directly interacting with it in some form or fashion. He may be aware, for instance, than an opponent is gathering energy, but he cannot discern what kind of energy unless he interacts with it.

[WEAPON] KinetiTech Orochi [Loadout: Telekinetic, .75 caliber]
The Orochi heavy pistol is a milspec firearm designed to work in tandem with psionic abilities. Caius's first Orochi is designed to operate via telekinetic energy. The gun and its ammunition are both keyed to telekinetic manipulation, allowing Caius to empower the weapon and its munitions via telekinesis. It also means that, unlike other guns, Caius can directly control the pathing and trajectory of his shots to a limited degree, allowing him to "curve" his shots around obstacles to a limited degree. The Orochi utilizes a twelve round magazine. It's bullets aren't armor piercing, but designed to fracture and shatter on impact, allowing Caius to manipulate the fragments as an anti-personnel or chaff mechanism.

[WEAPON] KinetiTech Orochi [Loadout: Hyperkinetic, .75 caliber]
Caius's second Orochi pistol is keyed to his ability to manipulate kinetic energy, and as such this weapon can fire either its physical munitions or energy projectiles of raw kinetic energy [akin to certain mutants, e.g. Gambit, to discharge kinetic energy in items]. The solid-slug munitions used by Caius's second Orochi can be enhanced in one of two ways: they can be charged with kinetic energy to create energetic effects at long range, or to boost their armor piercing qualities, hence the term "hyperkinetic." The pistol sheathes its rounds in phasic sabot-jackets that will make them better suited to armor-piercing, as the "jacket" of kinetic energy will be expended in order to allow the slug to continue unslowed.

[WEAPON] Telekine Blades [20]
These blades are tear-drop shaped, flat, and edged all the way around so that a person cannot pick one up without risking an injury. These are keyed to Caius's psionic signature so that they are inert for other psions, and to make them remarkably responsive to his will. Each blade is approximately the size of an adult man's hand. Caius wears these attached to his armor in various places, and on outward appearance they look like decorative plating. The composition and relatively small size of these blades makes them incredibly durable.

[WEAPON] Kinetic Cestus [2]
Built into the bracers of Caius's armor are two "gauntlets" that can overlap his hands at his command. These gauntlets are extremely thick, and slotted with psionic nodes, allowing Caius to turn his hands into weapons of tremendous destruction in physical combat. Like all of his gear, each cestus is keyed to his psionic signature. Caius has difficulty wielding his pistols while using his cestii, meaning that he will often only use one cestus at a time.

[ARMOR] Ares MK XIII Mobile Fortification Platform [Psi-Geared]
The Mobile Fortification Platform [MFP] is a multilayered armor system designed for military operations. The first system is a rubberized polymer bodysuit that protects Caius from extreme temperatures and electrical discharge, although the latter to a limited degree. The first layer is mildly resistant to slashing attacks. The second layer is made of hard plastic, coated with ceramics to decrease conductivity and issues with extreme heat. The second layer of armor is rated against small arms fire and most melee weapons, and will withstand a solid amount of punishment. However, because of its design, pieces of the armor can be shattered or warped out of shape. The armor system has ten nodes built into it that are conducive to psychic energy, allowing it to collect, store, and utilize the psychic energy in order to increase protection or boost the physical attributes of the wearer. These psychic nodes are keyed specifically to the wearer's mind, meaning that other psychics cannot influence it.

The armor is designed with a quick release function to allow Caius to remove it at will, should wearing the armor be a detriment, such as when deformed by anti-armor weapons. He can choose to remove one or both layers if the quick release is activated. Despite appearing somewhat bulky, the armor is remarkably lightweight, weighing only approximately 25 pounds for the full body suit. The armor comes with an optional helmet, which has a filtration system built into it.

[ARMOR] Psi-Active HUD
The psi-active HUD is a microdermal implant in Caius's skill that feeds him realtime information about his environment, weapons, armor, and body. It also allows him to record energy signatures and track objects beyond his field of view, providing a limited omnidirectional perception. The HUD system is capable of performing simple and complex calculations regarding move speed, trajectory, and other simple functions, acting as an aim-assist for Caius's marksmanship.The HUD implant is suspect to electricity, but will burn itself out if attacked directly to avoid doing damage to Caius's brain. Upon burning itself out it will cause minor damage to his scalp, however, and if he's using the HUD when it shuts down the feedback can stagger him. The Psi-Active HUD's utilizes organic circuitry, meaning that a sweep for electronic devices won't pick it up.

[BIOTECH] Synthcardium MK III
The Synthcardium is, in essence, a genetically enhanced heart that greatly increases bloodflow and oxygenation, effectively tripling Caius's stamina. The heart has built in electrodampeners to reroute fatal electrical shocks, although doing so is still enormously harmful to Caius, and it can only be done once. This also keeps Caius from being resucitated via defibrillators. The Synthcardium is psionically linked to Caius, meaning that in an instance of heart failure, Caius can manually keep his heart pumping should he still be conscious.

[BIOTECH] Tracheal Filter Mk XI
Replacing a significant portion of his trachea, this filter is designed to capture incoming toxins, pollution, and otherwise harmful substances that might damage the lungs. It effectively allows Caius to breath in harmful substances, such as smoke or noxious chemical clouds, without issue. The mesh system also provides Caius with a limited amount of underwater breathing capacity by acting as crude gills, but only approximately ten or fifteen minutes' worth, depending on physical exertions. The Tracheal Filter has limits to how much it can parse and whenever the filter is "full", it forces Caius to vomit up its contents in order to purge the biotech.

[BIOTECH] Proteus Corporation Alphagrade Synaptic Booster
Caius's synaptic system has been interlaced with advanced biotech to quicken his reaction and information processing times to an inhuman degree. The synaptic booster also comes with combat routines programmed in to help Caius shift into combat readiness, as well as a tactile editor that allows him to "turn off" tactile senses such as pain, extreme heat, or extreme cold. Doing so can be problematic, as it also reduces his overall tactile sensitivity, making him less dextrous.

[BIOTECH] Moros Tech Light-Class Armorderm
An extremely thin artificial dermis has been inserted under Caius's skin, providing an unseen layer of protection against cutting, stabbing, and projectile attacks. It does nothing against chopping or blunt force trauma, however. It's material is organic, bio-engineered from the hide of rhinoceroces and elephants.

[PSYCHIC IMPLANT] Psionic Records
Implanted in Caius's mind is a database of psionic techniques, tools, and protocols. This functions similar to a spell-list, in that it gives him prefabricated abilities that he can mold his psychic power around. The techniques are simple, meant to allow Caius to manifest certain psychic phenomena on a level akin to an autonomous nervous response, in the same way that a person might flinch or blink. This psychic implant can only be removed by wiping Caius's mind. This gives Caius the ability to reflexively manifest psychic phenomena as an instinctive fight/flight response.

[AMMUNITION] Telekinetic Munitions, three magazines of twelve rounds. Telekinetic rounds are predominantly anti-personnel thanks to their propensity to shatter.

[AMMUNITION] Hyperkinetic Munitions, three magazines of twelve rounds. Hyperkinetic munitions have innate armor piercing qualities, which can be further enhanced by Caius's dynamokinetic powers.

Name: La lluvia
Age: Appears to be about 30
Height: Six foot
Weight: Two-hundred and some odd pounds
Race: Appears as a man of Spanish descent
Weight Class: Heavyweight
Alignment: Tecnico
Wrestling Style: La Pelea

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qzw6A2WC5Qo Skillet - Feel Invincible

Appearance: Due to his height and weight La lluvia is a very fit and lean fellow with just enough bulk to make him look imposing. Each muscle and muscle group that his body has is, for the most part, well defined. In particular the muscles upon his front and back torso are particularly well chiseled and can be seen flexing with every movement he makes. Overall there isn't much to him. He has tan, smooth, skin and wears only pants made of an especially durable fabric. This same fabric makes up the gloves upon his hands and the mask that covers the entirety of his head. Any hair that he had was lost under the all encompassing mask. The only things visible upon his head are his eyes and the general area around them, the tip and some bridge of the nose, and his mouth. As a Luchador he takes great pride in his mask and to that end its quite stylish.

-Mask & Costume
The mask overall seems to be made out of a leather material and is black in color. The slightly ovate eye and mouth holes are outlined by thicker leather accents, with the accents around the eyes forming points that reach up over the forehead. The thicker leather accents are a dark, royal, blue. Over the entire front of the face of the mask flame like designs constantly churn but upon closer inspection it wasn't flames at all, but water moving and shaping itself like flames. Upon the back of the head, from the base of the neck, almost to the top is tight lacing which keeps the mask secure. Upon each hand, and running up the forearm to stop at the elbow, are gloves made from the same leather like material. The gloves are black, like the helmet, but thicker, dark royal blue, leather like accents outline the back of the hand in a square and run along his forearms as two parallel lines. Within the outlined squares images of water, burning like flame, can be seen. Hanging from the forearms of the gloves are a series of black tassels, five per forearm, and are about three foot in length. Over his lower body he wears black pants made from the same leather like material and rising up from the hem of each leg are those watery flames that constantly dances, the tips of each tongue stopping at about mid thigh level. Laced up black boots are found upon is feet.

Weapons or items
He carries no weapons. But he is an experienced wrestler in both traditional styles and the high flying style that's typically associated with a Luchador. Other than this La lluvia is also proficient in non-wrestling hand to hand combat forms. In particular both traditional Boxing and Kickboxing. He's also a skilled acrobat.

Abilities:

Passives

La Pelea
La Pelea represents the very nature of what La lluvia does for a living. As a freelance Luchador La lluvia puts everything into what it means to be a wrestler and integrates it into every aspect of his life. It's his fighting spirit, his soul, the very concept of his being. La Pelea, as an ability, is what gives La lluvia his powers and abilities. It passively effects the world around him in a non-aggressive manner making everything more vibrant and lively. The very presence of La lluvia is enough to excite the common man and during competitions it's infectious enough to cause cheering and excitement. Le Pelea also is the root of the various abilities and techniques that La lluvia demonstrates and is capable of, all of which will be detailed later. As much as it is an ability it is also a concept, a fundamental principle, for a wrestler. Excitement, Entertainment, and non stop action. La Pelea, and by proxy La lluvia, gets stronger the more fired up its user gets and often manifests itself as an aura of different colors depending on the wielder. During times of extreme excitement and stress the aura effect of La Pelea can extended itself to the surroundings, creating forces that mimic slightly increased gravity.

Teatro de Lucha Libre
This is an effect that's a result of passive influence being exerted upon the surroundings whenever La lluvia steps into his character. It's non-combative and thoroughly insubstantial but at the same time it's flamboyant and loud. Drawing from the concept of his being Teatro de Lucha Libre brings into effect rowdy cheering, applause, yelling and other vocalizations of excitement. Along with that music can sometimes be heard playing from out of thin air with nothing around to produce such a sound. Pyrotechnics also find themselves brought into existence and flare up in a random display around La lluvia. Overall it's grandstanding at its finest complete with falling confetti or other celebratory expressions of a grand entrance. Consequently this can also effect others in the area if they're susceptible to it and fired up. Manifesting out of seeming nothingness will be a grand display that perfectly accentuates who they are, what they do, and how excited they are to be doing what they're doing.

Physical condition
The intensity that La lluvia puts forth in his training and conditioning is nothing short of astounding. Although he had started out as a normal human his sheer determination and fighting spirit have allowed him to approach the superhuman. Everything about him is reinforced through his strict regimen. He is incredibly strong. This manifests itself in an ability to lift up medium to heavy vehicles which can range from 10 to 15 tons. He is incredibly fast. His reaction time allows him to respond to things that normally happen faster than the eye can see, accompanied by a heightened perception. He can also run faster then your average highway speed limit and swing his limbs at speeds that would render them blurs to the human eye and in some cases can dodge bullets. He is incredibly durable. His body can withstand tremendous punishment and his skin can only be pierced by the finest points and edges, even some low caliber ammunition will bounce off of his skin leaving only a bruise. His has incredible stamina. He can fight for hours if possible without tiring. But his physical condition comes with a quirk. If a contest is lower than his maximum output he can subconsciously scale down to match the playing field in which he is participating, acting within the spirit of competition.

Actives

Energy Projection
La Pelea and his martial discipline come together to form the ability to project his bodies natural energy into the world around him. These aren't astral projections. This manifests itself as physical representation of his intent. Whether you call it chi, ki, or spiritual energy La lluvia is able to draw upon his body and soul to deliver a wide variety of energy attacks. The most common type of projection comes in the form of concentrated blasts that have a wide range of power and effectiveness. It can take the form of disconnected spheres, waves, or solid streams or connected augments. When utilized in a disconnected manner the projections are usually destructive and are packed with power. They are all able to inflict enough damage to destroy a vehicle or portions of buildings with relative ease and can wreak havoc on a body. Especially a body that isn't tempered enough or ready to receive an attack of that nature. There are times when destructive force is not required. In these cases the projections that manifest usually are meant to accomplish as single goal. They can be designed to just inflict blunt trauma or gather around an area in order to exert kinetic forces upon the surroundings. These are less destructive than other types of projections and only meant to inflict some kind of specific effect.

The other method that La lluvia can use is a more connected approach to his energy projection. Instead of disconnecting it from his body to launch at a distance he can use it to surround and enhance parts or all of his body. This concentrated form can have one or two applications. The first of which is augmenting his physical strength in times when he needs a bit more 'oomph' to accomplish his goals, even adding a more destructive aspect to an otherwise normal punch. The second is through a strengthening of his body. This allows a specific portion of his body to withstand a greater physical blow and/or adding metaphysical defenses, mostly against other abilities like his own or magics and other foreign energies. In both cases where his energy is more connected to his body a higher concentration can lead to greater effects, IE more strength or damage resistance.

This ability is facilitated by his fighting spirit and his mind. Which is why in some cases what he can do might resemble Telekinesis & Biokinesis.

Spiritual-Elemental Conversion
Linked to La Pelea this allows La lluvia to alter the nature of his energy projections. These alterations take the form of an elemental affect of the Water,Fire, or Lightning types. Through a concentrated effort both the disconnected and connected types of energy projections he is capable of can have effects like one of the elemental types listed. It isn't creation as much as it's true conversion, using his energy reserves as a supplement for the materials necessary to create the effects. Instead of throwing out a projected wave from one of his punches, for example, he can instead throw a ball of fire. Instead of a simple kick augmented by one of his connected energy projections along with it comes a crashing wave of water. A simple grapple with parts of his body that are augmented by his connected energy projection can deliver shocks to fabrics and exposed flesh. The types of energy projections he can perform and the ways he can augment them can vary wildly. Multiple attacks that are performed in the same way can be vastly different from the one that came before and after it, with no two attacks being the same for quite some time. He is limited in this regard though and can't put two elemental types on the same attack and the elemental attribute removes the effect that the original energy projection would have accomplished.

For example. The aforementioned augmented kick on its own would just increase the kicks actual power, allowing La lluvia to hit harder and potentially break through a defense or deal more damage. If he were to add the water attribute onto the attack the additional power behind the kick in lost and instead the enemy is hit by the crashing wave instead.

Signature Moves:
Although he likes to keep his style open and flexible there is a list of techniques that have found themselves common place within his fights.

Onda de falla: The internal energies granted to him by La Pelea are augmented and channeled into the element of water in a connected manner. From one of his limbs, it can be any including the head, the energy condenses and forms a hefty volume of cool water that follows the motion of the limb while keeping up with whatever speed it is moving at. When the physical strike of said limb connects with the target a the water, which gained momentum over the course of the strike, gains incredible momentum and crashes into the target. Not only would the target have to deal with power behind the punch but they'd have to deal from the kinetic energy built up within the water that'd hit them like a wave and wash over their body. Threatening to not only deal considerable impact damage but also attempt to throw its way against and over their form with the risk of knocking them off balance.

Viento de barrido: After dropping down low to the ground, in a near crouch, with one of his legs stretched out a quick and powerful turn of the body sends the extended limb toward his targets legs. The sweeping leg targets anywhere below the knees and powers on through to take an opponents legs out from under them. What sets this apart from a normal leg sweep is the fact that the extended leg is augmented with his internal energy. After the leg sweeps an opponent a power burst of kinetic energy spins around La lluvia in a quick tempest to lift the opponent off the ground.

Cuerpo fuerte: After channeling all of his internal energy into his body his skin takes on a bit of a blue hue. While under the effect his physical defenses are increased well beyond their already supernatural limits, allowing La lluvia to take his body farther than he would normally be able to. While his internal energy is enhancing the whole of his physical form he can then augment it to get various effects, a full list would be too long for a profile. The longer preparations are made for this technique the stronger it is.

Some of the effects one can expect from Cuerpo Fuerte:
-Fire Resistance
-Lightning Resistance
-Water Resistance (Impact/Blunt damage resistance plus water breathing)
-Pseudo-Elemental Physical State of Fire, Lightning, or Water

Rayo de arco: A special technique within his tree of augmenting his internal energy into lightning, or electricity. After a significant charge as been placed into each fist both of them make contact with the target is some form, doesn't matter which parts of the body. From one fist to the other an electrical current runs through the target's body in an arcing path. On the way through the electricity deals damage to tissues, flesh, and muscle and can even temporarily interrupt electrical signals traveling through the body. The intensity of the electrical charge increases depending on how much of a charge has been put in.

Fenix ​​ascendente: From a standing or knelt position internal energy is gathered into the entire front of the body and then projected into the space in front of him. After either a leap forward or a small lunge the disconnected energy bursts into flame starting at a position relative to La lluvia's center of mass. It then cascades from there into a plume about five feet wide and six feet tall. The fire rushes forward and swarms the enemy, detonating upon contact with skin while Le lluvia comes through the smoke with one of many physical attacks.

Gota de martillo: Executed from a higher vantage point then his opponent La lluvia descends upon them with one arm in the front serving as a guard and the other cocked back into a high chambered position. When close enough the chambered limb is enhanced with internal energies and shot forth toward the target. Adding gravity to the momentum of the strike along with the amplified power due to the added energy this strike can easily flatten vehicles of all sizes.

Escalada de araña: Although this is one of his signature moves it is not an attack at all, at least up front. Due to his background in Lucha Libre La lluvia is a high flyer among high flyer's within the sport. Despite his matches normally taking place within an established ring, complete with corners and ropes, there are those battlegrounds that don't come with such luxuries. So to compensate he created a technique that allows him to use his energy to stick to any surface, allowing him to climb it and use it in the same manner that he would use a top rope.

Finishing Move

Tormenta caída: To achieve this final state of victory La lluvia must have already beat his opponent into a weakened state in which fighting back is either not likely or next to impossible. Internal energies are gathered into the right fist which is then jammed into the stomach of an opponent with more than 100% of what La lluvia is capable of, forcing his target to bend forward. He then steps to one side of his opponent and wraps both arms around their torso from the back, so his hands come to rest upon their general abdomen area. He then lifts the target up over his head, now holding them generally under the arm pits, and power bombs them onto the ground with enough force to shatter concrete and pavement. He then stands perpendicular to the downed opponent and does a single front flip only to land knees first onto their abdomen and releasing stored internal energies, releasing devastating power down onto his target.

Hype:
Young La lluvia wasn't always a Luchador. In his youth he was a dutiful son who went to school and did his chores like any other boy. He had a beautiful mother and energetic father who took up the high flying, Luchador, profession. His name was Tormenta del Este and he was one of the original members of the group that formed the Luchalliance after Rey de la Oscuridad II rose to power on the backs of fallen Lucha Libre. He was always told tales of the alliance and its fight against one of the strongest and most evil Luchador that the profession had ever seen. The members of the Luchalliance were heroes to the young man and he looked up to them like Idols, he aspired to be them and thanks to the tutelage of his father the young man eventually started his rise to becoming La lluvia. Unfortunately for the young man his father was taken away from him before his time. It seemed that old age and damage taken from past fights was too much for Tormenta del Este to overcome. One night he passed away in his sleep which left his family devastated.

La lluvia had all the motivation that he needed to shotgun his way through the ranks of Lucha Libre. He climbed his way up to the top echelons of the sport and took his place right next to his father in the Luchalliance hall of fame. One day though La lluvia heard of the resurgence of Rey de la Oscuridad II and sought to meet him in the ring. He wanted to face the threat that his father faced and triumph over it like his father did. But El jaguar found the young man first and offered him a proposal. A tournament was taking place in another part of the multiverse. From it a champion could rise and the implications of such were unknown. So for a short time La lluvia, along with other members of the Luchalliance, would follow the jaguar into the battlefield side by side, only for the chance to fight him personally and prove that he is just as much as a Luchador as his father.

The Devil’s Huntsman

Name: Thomas Kent

Age: 32 (appearing)

Gender: Male

Race: Human, cursed.

Height: 5ft 10”

Weight: 78kg

Appearance: Short brown hair cut messily with a knife sits around a rounded face of Saxon origin. His eyes are a piercing light blue, and his brow is cut from a scar that prevents hair growth in a small area. His skin is lightly tanned, but otherwise white and course looking as if used to wear. Though his build is relatively athletic, both arms are exceptionally wiry and well-muscled, the right ever so slightly more so than the left.

Availability: 12pm to 12am GMT, unexpected events non-withstanding.

Equipment: Thomas enters the field in a gambeson created from the hide of a demon he slew in one of his many forays into hell. The gambeson covers his upper torso completely, surprisingly light and supple it offers extreme fire resistance to his entire person and a slight resistance to harmful magic and psionic powers, particularly electricity, as the demon's hide is highly resistant. The hide of a demon is unsurprisingly tough, completely bulletproof to low calibre firearms and highly stab resistant. This also includes gloves of the same nature.

Kettle Helmet (and face mask): Thomas wears a Kettle Helmet made of dark steel of a demonic origin, with a face piece that covers everything except for a wide slit for his eyes. The metal is resistant to firearms, slashing and bludgeoning.

Hide Breeches: Thomas used the remaining scraps of hide from the demonic beast he slew to create some nifty trousers, they offer some of the resistances of his gambeson, to a lesser degree.

Leather Boots: Thomas wears boots made from rhino hide, just for variety.

Hunting Quiver: Thomas uses a quiver on his back which mysteriously holds onto the thirty arrows he carries with him until he says otherwise. The quiver was given to him by the Devil when he was chosen as a huntsman, and it protects the arrows inside from wear and tear as well as outright being damaged.

Leather Scabbard: Strapped to his left hip.

Weapons: An Italian Yew warbow as tall as its user. The wood seems worn with age but has not bent, along its back are several runes etched in an infernal language. The runes protect the bow from all but the most extreme damage, the string itself is made from the guts of a demon and is similarly impervious to harm. Its draw weight is 500 pounds.

Arming Sword: 90cm in length, 75cm blade length, double edge, dark steel.

Physical Capabilities:

Strength: 2 tonnes max lifting capacity.

Endurance: Near limitless

Durability: Far beyond human capabilities, the stress his body can withstand is almost ten times that of any ordinary human, more comparable to trying to pierce the hide or break the bone of a rhino. The demonic mark on his right hand pulses periodically, countering psionic attacks on his mind, poison and disease in his body, and similar assaults, though not completely.

Agility: The capacity to react at speeds beyond human comprehension, Thomas can make significant movements in fractions of a millisecond, and his reaction speed peaks at 0.005 of a second. He seems to perceive things in slow motion at will.

Speed: The ability to reach a land speed of eighty mph at a flat sprint while maintaining almost full range of movement and the ability to stop at a dime, 0 – 80 mph in two seconds of acceleration.

Senses: Thomas can perceive anything physically possible for his eyes to focus on, comparable to the seemingly telescopic vision of an eagle, yet he shifts between this enhanced vision and a wide 180 degrees’ peripheral vision at will. His hearing is also particularly acute, as sensitive as a hound’s and with the capacity to separate the sounds he hears and isolate them. His other senses are normal, albeit with the capacity to turn off his pain sensors at will.

Cursed Capabilities:

Thomas Kent was an English archer destined to be slain at the battle of Crecy in the early years of the hundred years’ war. However, the Devil relished the slaughter and decided to spare him, for a price. He was to instead serve the Devil in sowing the seeds of chaos and misfortune across Europe, bringing plague and death to hundreds if not thousands in his time. Furthermore, the Devil contracted him to hunt down good-doers and evil-doers alike and drag them down to hell, and was given some infernal gifts to serve this purpose.

The Gift of Infernal Sight: Thomas’ main ability stems from his exceptional eyes, potent enough in life, they now offer up a multitude of abilities beyond his capacity to see near anything in front of him.

- The Infernal Sight allows Thomas to track enemies through thick cover, unless they employ a particularly powerful form of magical concealment in which case he must first mark them. This works through smoke, rock, stone and most other forms of protection.

- The Infernal Sight protects Thomas’ eyes from attack, a burning aura surrounding them destroys agents that attempt to enter his eyes and they are nearly immune to magical interference, any attempt to manipulate his sight leads to harsh ramifications as the attacker is blocked out by a hideous visage of the Devil himself.

- The Infernal Sight allows Thomas to discern the nature of an attack launched out in the open and learn it's tells upon repeat uses, giving him a few milliseconds of extra warning.

- Finally, the Infernal Sight allows Thomas to track miniscule movements in an opponent’s body to seemingly ‘predict’ where they plan to move, the serpentine manoeuvre is completely useless before the Infernal Sight.

The Gift of the Infernal Mark: Pressed onto Thomas’ right hand, the mark allows the archer to access infernal powers in his weapons, and to magically mark an opponent for tracking and slaying.

- Infernal Marking allows Thomas to cast a fast-moving barrage (800 mps) of magical fragments from his bow that can be blocked by cover but which permeate the air and stick to his target. Once stuck, the fragments allow Thomas the unerring ability to sense his enemy wherever they may go.

- The Infernal Mark can affect any arrow Thomas chooses, causing it to glow with a faint reddish aura. The arrow moves at half the ordinary speed, but while in flight, the arrow will head unerringly towards a target that has been Infernally Marked, any single arrow will make one stark change in trajectory mid-flight to either dart around a counter-measure and return to its original trajectory or hit a dodging target.

- The Infernal Mark is used to access demonic powers and wildly transform his weapons, predominantly his arming sword and the arrows he fires from his warbow.

- Finally, the infernal mark allows Thomas to create an infernal arrow in his right hand, he can do this three times a fight, the infernal arrow can be used as a lethal stabbing implement which causes extreme burning wounds and causes the very flesh to melt where it hits, or it can be fired from the bow, where they cause a twenty-foot explosion of sticky hellfire akin to napalm in temperature and nature.

The Gift of the Devil’s Wind: The Devil’s Wind is a mobility aid that Thomas uses to traverse the field of battlefield and manoeuvre quickly. It has three main components.

- The Devil’s Wind can be used for short but incredibly quick ‘air dashes’ in any direction up to three times a fight. Akin to teleportation, Thomas will flash and re-appear in a space up to ten feet from where he started facing whatever direction he wishes, he covers the distance at a speed of 2000mph.

- The Devil’s Wind can be used for a sudden ethereal sprint towards any arrow Thomas has already fired, he traverses the ground at three hundred miles per hour with a high resistance to magic and damage while moving as he takes on an ethereal form. He can use this ability to move clean through obstructions, but not people.

- The Devil’s Wind can be used in the form of a sudden backwards jump upon firing the Warbow, which causes Thomas to leap backwards in a similar fashion to his air dash. This has no cap, but it can only be used when firing the bow, and only to move backwards, or backwards at a diagonal, up to ten feet.

Weapon Transformations

Arming Sword: Upon drawing his sword in his right hand, the mark glows and the weapon undergoes a horrifying transformation. Taking on a black steel appearance which constantly drips sizzling blood. Its general size and shape stay the same, but in this form the demonic taint permeating the weapon grows so strong as to be near overwhelming to those sensitive to it. The Weapon constantly drips tainted blood from its length, when swung, this blood sprays out in the same arc as the cut, spraying over anything in front of it and burning with an almost acidic quality that is difficult to resist or do anything about once it touches the body. The blood is known to quickly corrode armour and tear away at the very spirit, weakening those afflicted. Thomas is immune to its effects. The Arming Sword in its demonic form takes on an unholy sharpness and durability so that it can be used to reliably thrust through solid steel or brick up to a thickness of ten inches. The dark taint surrounding the blade wears away slowly at any magical defence the opponent may have. The Dark Sword’s demonic taint makes it resistant to magical interference, it’s difficult to physically move the weapon with powers or technology without Thomas’ permission as it wishes to stick to his hand.

Warbow: Thomas’ bow takes on a wizened and dark visage in his hand, the wood stained seemingly with blood. It becomes near impervious to damage, and the string grooves on either end of the weapon point outward with vicious bone-like protrusions that can turn the weapon into an improvised spiked staff in a pinch, as the bone delights in slicing through metal and flesh. The runes running along the length of the weapon make it deadly to the touch, trying to hold onto the staff will cause an opponent to rapidly wither and age as the point in contact burns from acidic blood. The draw weight is 500 pounds, making it far more difficult to nock than any bow in living history. Arrows propelled by this bow launch at nearly 1700 meters per second at full draw, half that at half draw and so on. The special trait of the bow is its ability to ‘power up’ before a particularly powerful shot, by nocking an arrow the turn before and priming, the bow can store energy and subsequently double its shot speed and energy output for each subsequent turn before unleashing a devastating shot, by doing this, the arrow can seemingly blow clean through cover like an armour piercing round.

Arrows: Any arrow Thomas touches with his right hand may transform into one of three different demonic variants. These arrows have an inherent resistance to outside interference brought about by their demonic taint, which roughly equates to a 50% magic resist.

Infernal Bodkin: Designed for armour piercing, this demonically wizened arrow has a long slender head made from a demonic steel that punches through all but the heaviest and most magically charged armour, it seems to hold its momentum in the shaft, so upon hitting a target it retains most of its energy and speed and unleashes it in a second ‘burst’ not unlike advanced explosive ordinance.

Infernal Broadhead: Designed to create a massive hole, the Infernal Broadhead has a wide cutting head and seeps demonic blood that burns through a target upon impact. The blood works like highly concentrated acid and will continue to pour around the head until the arrow is removed.

Infernal Shatter-head: A unique arrow, the shatter-head is designed for difficult to hit targets. At any point during its flight path Thomas may command it to shatter, causing a blast of metallic fragments and acidic demon blood in a front facing arc in front of the arrow and to either side of the head. The blast of shards is akin to being hit by buckshot.

Skills: Thomas is an advanced tactician, bowman, and swordsman. He understands stalking, stealth, and has a rudimentary understanding of most forms of technology as well, though he still sticks to the bow. He is also a gifted acrobat and climber, and can traverse difficult terrain with ease. His ability to fight without any weapons is less impressive, but he can utilise basic unarmed martial techniques well enough in a pinch.

Mondays/Wednesdays/Thursdays are often a no for me. Every other day of the week should be fine.

Name: El Tirano Oscuro
Title: El Mano de la Sombra
Gender: Male
Alignment: Rudo
Weight Class: Middleweight
Wrestling Style: Dark Domination

Theme: Night of Rain

:Description:
The Mask: El Tirano's mask covers his entire head, save for a section cut out over the left half of his face (revealing a piece from his left cheekbone down to his chin) and an opening over his right eye. A raggedly shaped patch of bone white sits where his left eye should be. Strangely the mask does nothing to inhibit his ability to see or speak, and indeed many have remarked on the unnatural expressiveness of the mask, as if it is merely a second layer of flesh rather than a garment of some kind. Some believe it is formed of the same dark substance as El Tirano's Alma de la Noche.

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 177 pounds
Eyes: Gold

:The Hype:
A being of mysterious origins, El Tirano Oscuro has emerged from nowhere to become one of the most feared competitors known to the Luchalliance. Relentless and utterly without mercy, El Tirano has nonetheless gathered a devoted following who appreciate not only his slick, stylish aesthetic but his unquestionable skill and drive to attain absolute dominion.

:The Repertoire:

Name: Nino de la Oscuridad
Information: Rumor says that El Tirano was once an ordinary man, a nobody whose life came to an unnaturally short end. Those rumors say he was given a new life, however, reborn at the hand of unfathomable beings who dwell beyond the worlds known to man and beast as an unholy creature of frightful power and purpose. But those are only rumors, yes?

Regardless of his actual origin it is clear that El Tirano is no normal man in mind, body, or soul. El Tirano easily surpasses regular humans, his form less a living, breathing body and more an animated creation of unbridled hatred. He does not bleed, breathe, or eat and while he seems to possess all the various organs and systems that a normal human does, none of them actually work as they should. Most seem merely there for show, although he does use lungs to speak, and most of his sensory organs seem to function (at least in purpose). He does not, however, feel pain of any sort and there is no semblance of chemical or electrical activity actually taking place within his body, leading one to the belief that whatever form his mind now takes it has nothing to do with firing synapses and such. In addition to a cunning, staggering intellect El Tirano possesses a dilated perception of events, allowing him to perceive and understand events as if they were happening in slow motion. Combined with his highly enhanced reflexes this allow him to react to incoming stimuli with speed that denies normal physiological limits.

Name: Alma de la Noche
Information: The rumors of El Tirano's connection to the dark places of existence is reenforced by his ability to call forth a tangible shadow to assault his foes. There seems to be no limits to the amount that he can summon or the extents to which he can shape it. It is possessed of immense strength and makes for excellent grappling and shielding. Additionally El Tirano is capable of storing and retrieving items from somewhere within the darkness, as he does with his great spear.

Name: El Mano de la Muerte
Information: El Tirano possesses a frightening capability to summon forth the very essence of entropy itself, tearing apart both matter and energy with a thought. At its most basic use, the target of this ability is disassembled into its basic components, while at its most powerful they are decimated down to the point of becoming nothing at all.

The forces that imbue living creatures seem to be a natural anathema to El Mano de la Muerte, making them immune to its dread power. Inanimate objects, machines, energy forms, and other non-living items, however, are all equal prey to the entropic force of El Tirano's power.

Name: Mentes de los Muertos
Information: By "disassembling" and observing the mind of a recently dead individual, El Tirano is able to absorb the memories of his victims. Combined with his photographic memory this grants him a very wide library of knowledge indeed.

Name: Armas de los Muertos
Information: Similar to his ability to gain a dead person's memory, El Tirano is capable of breaking down the physical abilities of the dead as well. Combining the two allows El Tirano to learn and copy the fighting capability and physical skills of his defeated victims. Gymnastics, martial arts, swordsmanship, gun skills, etc. When taken as a whole, this vast array of fighting skill leads to El Tirano's unique combat style, Dark Domination.

Finishing Move!: Final Domination
Information: His foe thoroughly beaten, El Tirano summons forth a scaffold of glistening darkness, hoisting his victim into the air, immobile and helpless. He then summons forth the darkness from his own form, extending his own powerful hand into a monstrous black claw that he uses to latch onto the victim's head and neck. El Tirano then brutally smashes his defeated enemy to the ground, head first to end the humiliation of his foe.

:Tools of the Trade:

-Weapons

Name: Justicia
Type: Bronze Spear
Description: The weapon was cast thousands of years ago in a single piece of gleaming bronze. From the butt of its five foot haft to the tip of its two foot leaf shaped blade every square inch is covered in the arcane script of a long dead race of mystics.
Information: Justicia was forged to be the weapon of a long forgotten people's greatest hero, and with it she cast down the death god that ruled over them. Since then it has passed from hand to hand and eventually out of their world and into the multiverse. Its history is one of bloodshed and combat, as befits such an artifact.

At its core Justicia was desigend to pierce any armor, cut through any defense. Magic does not stop it, and its blade can slay the divine and the infernal as well as it can the mortal. Infused with the spirit of the original death god it was used to kill, its ability to kill has heightened to even greater levels, allowing it slay even the gods themselves. And it hungers for those deaths. Every ounce of blood spilt by its edge, every creature impaled upon its tip is like fresh water to a man dying of thirst. It has become exceedingly more bloodthirsty as the centuries have worn on, and every chance that it gets it goads its wielder into greater acts of death and destruction.

Despite being cast from bronze, Justicia is seemingly immune to damage and decay. It bears no dings, scrapes, or tarnish and it gleams and shines in the light as on the day it was first used to draw blood.

Name:
Tsubasa Onabe (Winged Servant or Night Wing)
Age: Created in the year 2271XX
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 170lbs
Race: Vocaloid Android

Appearance: Onabe has long, jet black hair, in a straight and flowing hime cut. She has dark Oriental skin, like a Japanese Pocahontas, or Mulan. She has C cup sized boobies, underneath a chest plate of armor. She wears a headset, and modified Samurai style cuirass armor.She comes equipped with Winglike thrusters on her back, and on the insides of her calves. Her reactor core can work like a thruster too. All her thrusters have the ability to vector, making changing her directions mid flight quicker. Her elbows have six inch blades with a high level of temperature absorbtion. Her feet are composed of Raiden-style boots, high grade rubber gripping heels with flexible joints. Her body physique appears long thin and almost frail, however her muscle fibers grow in size and strength when higher stress levels are placed on her body

Weapons or items: Her Cuirass, chest, arm, leg, and under-skin armor is crafted from a ridiculously strong space metal. This material is minned on Saturn's largest moons called Titan. This ore is similar to the way Metatron ore from "Zone of the enders" is minned on Jupiter's moon Callisto. Like her body, this metal is vastly more durable than the best metals Earth has to offer. A low yield nuclear weapon would only cause her very minor injuries, as an example of how tough she is. Her heat resistance is phenomenal, enough that she can wield a Mirophone, which doubles as a Katana whose base heat is around eighty thousand kelvin, and whose max heat is eight million kelvin. Onabe comes equipped with two beam sabers holstered in compartments on her waist armor. She can transmit various amounts of energy into her side sabers as well. The downside is that doing so drains power from the rest of her body in proportion, decreasing strength and speed. In her forearms house micro Lorenz force missile launchers, fired with electromagnetism powered from her reactor. The missiles house High Density Reactive Materials, as well as High Octane Fuel and Plasma Ions adding thermal transfer into the explosion, causing serious burns, melting of metals and other materials. This specialized missile also short circuits other machines. She has Two in each arm with enough power to blow up battle cruisers and decimate squadrons of tanks and jets. She has Vulcan bullets in her headphones, fired through a slot in the earpieces. Each one carries five bullets that can do heavy damage to small vehicles. Onabe has hand lasers installed inside of her palms. She can determine how much output she wants to channel into her palm lasers, to make huge, more energy consuming, more damaging streams of energy, or smaller less damaging, less consuming beams of energy. Her firing range for all her weapons spans for a more than 10,000 miles. Onabe can project her voice at different frequencies, and with a level of intensity that can easily rupture eardrums, melt eyes, or induce uncontrollable bowel movements, as well as short circuit and damage electrical equipment. She can 'throw' her voice by mitigating air pressure, done so by distributing an energy field through her headset mic. She doesn't need to consciously transmit this pressure field, it's automatic. She can sense anything that enters into her field. The field has a range of three thousand kilometers, like her eye sensors. The ECM Onabe can deploy from her hair, has intense Radar equipment jamming properties, spanning it's effect for miles.

Onabe has smokebomb dispensers beneath her comparted skirt pleats, two in the front, and two in the back with the same range as a grenade launcher. The smoke bombs, of which there are six, and have a radius of seventy yards. She has thrusters located on her back, which are able to articulate in various directions with the help of articulation artificial muscle fibers. She can dash in quick succession, up, down, left, right, forwards, backwards, and at extreme angles. Her quick dashes create burst of sonic booms, dashes that only use 5 percent of her energy. She also has hidden thrusters in the calf portion of her legs, that tract and retract at her will. Onabe also has missile flare deployment systems stored under her shoulder armor. She deploys the flares often during flight when being tracked by missiles. The flares are not only heat sourced missile deterrents, but cast blinding light that can render pursuers blind. Onabe supports a small lightweight device that reflects beam or lazer weapon systems. This device is like an "I-field" featured in the "Mobile Suit Gundam" franchise. It's equipped inside of her larger back waist cuirass peice.

Abilities: Onabe is in all areas superior to the greatest feats of military engineering and technology conceived in this day and age. Her strength is in the hundreds of thousands of tons. She can lift 10 tons without excess difficulty, but when lifting her upper limit of 20 tons, she can suffer nasty joint damage. Onabe's sprinting speed reaches speeds of 75 to 100 mph. When She uses her thrusters, she travels at speeds of up to mach 7 (5,000 MPH) as well. She can withstand the deepest parts of the earths ocean pressure, pressures of 36,750 pounds in the Mariana trench. Every time she undergoes these immense lifting capacities between 10 and 20 tons, he muscle fibers grow in strength and size, but only while shes in the midst of what ever action. Her muscle fibers even do this when she is undergoing severe battery, acting as a defensive countermeasure absorbing impacts by adjusting and hardening the metal fibers. The way this works, is similar to the way "Armstrong" hardens his body with "Nanomachines" when punched by "Raiden" in "Metal Gear Rising: Revengence". Onabe has the ability to manually detach parts of her armor plating on her Cuirass, arms, and legs, enabling her to gain more speed. Under her chest is a reactor core that powers her. She can concentrate its power into different portions of her body to boost her abilities by a set amount. Her reactor has a power yield of one kiloton. She has the ability to generate a focused ball of reactor core energy to fire at a target 10,000 miles away, creating a Kiloton explosion. Or she can channel it into a long strand of beam energy, or channel it as thrust. You definitely don't want to blow up her reactor! Using those reactor moves consume a lot of her energy though, and leaves her having to recharge energy for about an hour, unless she gets charged by another reactor, replaces hers, or absorbs other reactor's energy with her hair. In her recharge state, her normal abilities are halved in power, and her flight is limited. Onabe's hair also has the ability to disperse ECM(Electromagnetic Counter Measures) particles into the air, which she can manipulate. These are a modified set of ECM particles which disperse over a range of 12,000 miles, and can jam radar, and fool radar into seeing a target appear and disappear, fool laser,thermal,and radar missile systems into seeking a nonexistent target, confuse missiles into hitting an ally or anything Onabe guides it to, it can even break electrical equipment. Her eyes have combined Thermal heat detection, Sonar detection, Radar detection, Particle detection, Air mapping systems, Battlefield surveillance systems, a Shell tracking radar and Ground surveillance radar. She comes with highly advanced weather tracking systems a well. She can even sense small dust particles for miles upon miles out in space, and hear sounds in space, detect black holes, comets, supernovas, and any other threats for miles though out the galaxy. Onabe has night vision and thermal vision with a range of three thousand kilometers. She does indeed hear through her eyes.

(Optional)Backstory: Onabe was created out on a giant mega space ship/station called the Utsuwa (meaning "Vessel") that travels around the Milky Way galaxy from Earth to Pluto and back. It travels from station to station orbiting each planet, along with a bunch of orbital platforms and space colonies. It's simply a military space vessel that researches and creates robotic and mechanized weaponry for varied combat purposes. Onabe was imagined by the young daughter of a man named Dr. Watanabe Honshu who works on the space station as a head Designer and Engineer of most of the military's biggest projects. Watanabe's Daughter, Merry Honshu says Onabe was imagined in one of her dreams, as a really strong super robot heroine, that sang as a idol pop star, in concerts all around Japan, and the world. Thus, giving Watanabe the superb idea to bring his daughters imaginary character to life, only, as a military combat android, that goes on sorties to protect the Milky Way galaxy from harm.

Name:...
Aliases:Pawn, Scott Mitchellson, “The Multiversal Sociopath”
Race:Rogue Angel of Knowledge
Height:6'4"
Weight:235lbs
Sign: Libra

Description: Pawn has been through his fair share of battles. He is covered in scars, and hasn't a single hair on his otherwise well-toned, muscular body, largely due to it having been burnt during earth’s formation. His teeth are razor-sharp due to being filed down, his eyes bare a red glow to them with no sign of pupils or sclera, and are angled slightly downwards which sometimes causes people to mistake him for a demon. The fact that his nose is pitted, his modestly thin lips, and somewhat large brow do nothing to detract from his snake-like appearance, despite possessing no association or affinity with the animal whatsoever.

When embarking on a mission however, Pawn wears a black, full-body suit, leaving nothing but the glow of his red eyes seeing through, though the suit is still porous allowing him to smell and taste to a degree. The suit is a nanotech weave which can compress and condense itself over the rest of his body, functioning as a durable armor that is effective against low-to-mid grade ammunition and rather than allowing itself to be cut into, the nanites which it is composed raise and angle themselves to deflect incoming attacks. It should also be noted that the suit is designed with Pawn’s ninjitsu skills in mind, the big toe is divided from the rest so that he can grip things between them.

Personality: Pawn has four sides to his personality, and tends to switch back and forth between them depending on the situation he finds himself placed in. There is the calm, quiet, and polite side where he nevertheless seems to give off cross-vibes; observing with the curious demeanor of a cat whilst staring very directly at whoever he’s speaking to or spying on, patiently waiting as the layers of his target or companion peel away. For some this aspect can be remarkably calming, though for others it can be very unnerving as well, though it is in all likelihood a simple product of his past in Japan.

If placed in a situation that requires stern and steady action, Pawn will shed his skin, revealing a very direct and determined warrior who will stop at nothing to kill his enemy or protect an ally. There is just as much goodness as there is evil in the Angel of Knowledge, both of which are plentiful in abundance, for just as he brutally tortured his brothers and sisters to obtain information on their intentions regarding him, so too would he kiss their hollow skeletons before placing them in his closet after sealing away their souls.

In deciding that he wished to escape the war in Heaven so that he could better guide humanity on Earth, Pawn has learned what it means to be dutiful to a mission as well as to himself, ultimately coming to neither worship nor despise God’s children. This has not always been the case though--having experienced moments of anger, bitterness, and outright disgust--he has reached the conclusion that only few men and women are truly capable, and that those are the ones he will place his might into reinforcing and holding up. A parent can only teach their child so much, and Pawn keeps to this mentality, only jumping into human affairs when it is absolutely required, otherwise remaining content as a close friend and partner to Ron Jackson.

Lastly, though not a particularly temperamental person, when Pawn finally does lose his cool, he can become an extremely hostile and venomous individual, hurling harsh, cutting remarks as counter-statements designed to reach at the core of a person’s behavior. While he may certainly gain satisfaction from knowing his message has been received, he could care less if the individual understands him, for rage is something not meant to be understood nor is it to be held up for study--rather it is something to brace one’s self up against and try to withstand. In any case, this dark and vicious side to his personality is triggered by prolonged arrogance, genuine acts of hatred, cruelty, and things he feels are outright harmful.

In the name of his actions against angel and demon kind, the slew of encounters he has had with entities of other pantheons, and his willingness to torture and kill, Pawn has been branded: The Multiversal Sociopath.

History: In Heaven Pawn was an Angel of Knowledge, a race of angels created by God that were created for the sole purpose of guiding human thought and development, guarding and organizing all information stored in Heaven's records. Biding his time, Pawn waited for the right moment to make his escape, slaying countless angels along the way before ultimately taking a plunge out of Heaven and onto Earth where he would wait. However, his landing was not a pleasant one. He was nearly obliterated from existence by the tidal forces of the still-developing planet, and so chose to send his body into a comatose state, surrounded by a powerful barrier of divine energy to protect himself.

Due to the planet still being in its primordial phase, Pawn entered a state of self-imposed sleep, erecting a barrier to keep himself protected from the boiling earth, later awakening in the mines of feudal Japan as an amnesiac. After two failed attempts at subduing him by local authorities, both of which resulted in numerous deaths, and resulting in his exhaustion, Pawn was handed over to a shinobi clan to be dealt with silently. The leader of the clan, Akajiri Miyamoto recognized Pawn’s amnesia, but more importantly realized his tenacity and combat ability, and declared that he would be of much greater use as a military tool.

His existence was kept a secret largely to prevent rumors of foreign spies entering the nation, and was thusly trained as a shinobi. During this time, Pawn regained his lucidity, though his memories were a complete void of darkness, he had zero trouble learning how to operate as a soldier of shadow. He developed a silent exterior, one in which he spent the vast majority of his time simply observing his surroundings, almost likening himself to a cat in the way he would watch and study people.

He was to be trained rigorously in the art of the shinobi, absorbing their concepts on how to fight, how to disguise oneself, and how to deceive all around him. As a former Angel of Knowledge it didn't take much for him to learn the many skills they possessed, for gathering information and then utilizing that information for the betterment of humanity and his brethren was his original task, so it was only natural that the role fit him perfectly. He learned how to master his inner life-force, and in doing so, regained so much of his old power-- so much so that his old friends began to take notice of the unusual presence in the Iga mountains.

They came after him, disguised as enemy shinobi intending to capture and bring him back to Heaven’s gate for judgment, but failed to realize just how crafty he had become during his time in Japan. He used a simple wire-mesh tainted with dark energy to stun and ensnare them, at which point a very violent interrogation ensued, gradually plucking, tearing, and peeling away all their secrets until he was left with a scattered mosaic memory to piece back together. In realizing who these beings were, and what he was, Pawn decided the best option would be to trap and seal away their souls until he could figure out what to do with himself.

As humanity progressed, so too did Pawn's weapons, and way of thinking. He began to observe the way society functioned under the rule of his brothers and sisters, taking notes of the way they chose to govern themselves, as well as how they treated their fellow man. And frankly... he was disgusted by it; mindless bickering over subtle differences in ideas, which lead to mindless destruction and mindless war. They made movies to depict the history of war, they created video-games about war; they waged war on a local and international scale; from the slums of the Middle-East, to jungles of South America; from dropping bombshells on Pearl Harbor to dropping Atomic ones on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.

They created parodies of it, made fun of it, they mocked the slow, and agonizing decay of their world, and worshipped the ones who gave a shit enough to actually get up and do something about it while doing nothing to contribute. In every sense of the word, he saw them as nothing more than parasites: people that fed off whatever was given them, and couldn't care less about the repercussions of piling their plates too high up. They said they cared, but did they ever stop to actually do anything? Hardly. Instead, they simply ignored it and went about their daily lives, leaving it to the next generation after them to clean up the mess.

What the fuck had God and the other pantheons been working on for fourteen billion years!? To all his kin, everything was just fine and dandy, because for them, it was like looking under a microscope at all the tiny, insignificant creatures. But, how could one ever truly sympathize, let alone empathize with what it was like to live among them--what it was like to actually be one of them? It was impossible to do so, unless they chose to go down there, and experience the life for themselves, and that was very real possibility. It was something they tried on occasion, but inevitably failed at due to history of being control-freaks: a perfect image of their kings.

This left Pawn with a very bitter taste in his mouth, but rather than try to fix it by force, he decided on doing the next best thing: join them--find someone that he could use as a way of gathering information until the time was right. He would act as the proverbial computer-program, drifting harmlessly through cyberspace, until just the right person came browsing along, clicked, and downloaded all that he had to offer. Of course, this wouldn't last forever, nor did it until he came across a man by the name of Ron Jackson. A man who would one day, earn the respect of the Angel of Deceit: a smooth-talking, silver-tongued, well-built southern gent who was as tough as nails, and ten times craftier than The Prince of Darkness himself.

Instead of cracking open Ron, Ron cracked open Pawn, and figured him out faster than a hound sniffing out drugs, making it crystal clear that he knew it the whole time. Rather than trying to kill him however, he uttered out a few short sentences.

"Ah'm a bad man Pawn--a bad man workin' wit' whatever bullshit gets tossed in my direction. Don't try t' change the world, 'cause the world won't change, and nor will anythin' else for that matter. All y'can do is rearrange the position of yer chess pieces."

"Pawns in a game, eh?"

"Yes, indeed. Pawns in a game that y'better hope y'don't lose."

Perhaps it was Ron’s complete lack of fear, or just his unusually higher than average morality, suffice to say that Pawn gradually cooled down and has since remained as his friend and partner in the Red Syndicate.

Equipment

Camo Suit:When Pawn decided that producing avatars of himself would only serve to weaken him, he resorted to inventing this technological masterpiece that keeps his true identity hidden without the needed effort of magic, greatly reducing any chance of detection.

The suit is composed of a black, synthetic nano-structure that mimics the outline of his physiology, and folds over itself enough times to act as an extremely durable armor. As the name implies, it can mimic the color, texture, and overall external appearance of anything Pawn touches, storing it away for future use to be reapplied at a moment’s thought. The nanomachines composing the suit are capable of raising up and angling themselves to catch incoming blades, deflect small and mid-sized bullets

Inscribed on the interior of his suit are symbols depicting each of his items and weapons, which function as magic seals, effectively allowing him to keep his tools concealed, in addition to reducing the amount of weight he has to carry. Accessing his armaments is as easy as reaching for the location correspondent to the mark and drawing out the weapon, for example: reaching down to his left thigh to retrieve his sawed-off shotgun Cash, or reaching over his back to quickly unsheathe a ninjato, and more sneakily grab at one of his biceps and hurl a fast-flying kunai right at his enemy’s forehead.

Twin Ninjato&Tanto Pawn wields three primary blades, two of them being ninjatos that are marked on his backside for summoning and a tanto at his rear waist section. By channeling varying degrees of qi throughout the blades, Pawn is able to make the blades vibrate with force adequate enough to shake apart molecular bonds. With his qi control he is directly able to influence the frequency and intensity of the vibrations, typically discerning the correct amount of qi he needs to channel through direct collisions and then determining the force he needs to put in order to shatter or slice through a dense object. It should be noted that this is effective against energy fields, beams, shields, and projectiles for both offensive and defensive purposes.

Egg-Shell Bombs: Unlike your traditional egg-shells that were filled with metal dust, and varying spices, Pawn's are filled with a variety of things. They could range from a swarm of nanites designed to jam communication signals, to something as simple as a smoke bomb. In addition they are equipped with micro-bombs designed for strategic demolition and will go off at Pawn's mental whim, so be sure to hold your breath when fighting him, 'lest you crumble apart from the inside out. The symbols for these are located from shoulder-to-hip across his torso.

Shurikens, Wires, Needles, and kunai: Pawn employs an assortment of needles, shurikens and wires in his arsenal, often using them for procedures requiring a higher degree of stealth. On the other hand, Pawn has been known to store and even channel qi energy through them for other purposes. Using his shurikens as sharp magic grenades that embed into his target, charge his needles with a strong current to allow him to pierce flesh and deliver a crippling shock, and likewise string together a much larger structure by weaving his wires through the holes in his shuriken. Often his kunais superior size serve as a more reliable means of energy-storage and act as conduits for large scale rituals he has been known to perform. An example is that while working together with Mobius Corps Operative Maxwell Lionheart to bring down Gerald Forge, Pawn with the help of ADOLF swiftly moved through underground debris, weaving together an enormous pentagram that summoned twelve Hellfire tornadoes, purging the Xelas symbiote from Forge’s body and killing him in the process. The shurikens are marked in the palms of his hands, the needles on the undersides of his wrist and forearms, the kunai on all sides of his humerus, shoulders, and collar, and the wires themselves are woven throughout the entire fabric of his suit and are actually manufactured by the nanites themselves.

The Glutton: The Glutton is a silver .50 caliber handgun that fires bullets bearing the symbol of two tongues on each side, its magazine connected to a magic repository where ammunition is stored. When fired the two symbols begin to glow, breaking down all matter and ethereal energy in their immediate vicinity along their path, purifying and condensing it into the two tongue symbols. Upon reaching their intended target or on Pawn’s mental command, the bullets detonate, releasing the stored energy in a massively devastating explosion that is capable of leveling a building. The mark for the Glutton is located on his right hip.

Wrist-Mounted Double-Barreled Coil-Guns: The weapon 2x6 rectangular box is connected to a magic repository holding all of Pawn's .60 caliber ammunition ranging from your standard run-of-the-mill anti-personnel bullets to slugs, incendiary rounds, magic-depleting runes for when he doesn't feel like engaging a mage in the traditional sense. If you get hit by one of these, your body is going all over the place, and if a tank gets hit, there will surely be a hole. The barrels themselves are capable of turning a full 280 degrees, and the marks for these weapons are inscribed on the topsides of his forearms.

Tiger-Claws: The marks for these blades are drawn along the topsides of both hands, and can extend to a full foot and a half in length, typically used for close-ranged melee combat, or as a quick and effective means of cutting down or deflecting objects flying toward his face without having to rely on the dangerous alternative of reaching for one of his ninjatos or attempting to hurl a shuriken. The claws possess two unique aspects: Pawn is able to extend the blades to any length short of their maximum length, letting him deceive his foes into believing that they are shorter than they actually are. Their secondary function is serving as hook-shots by attaching themselves to the wires in Pawn’s suit, then using his qi control to channel enough energy to launch and embed them into an object, and pull himself to his destination.

Abilities

Ninjitsu: Pawn is first and foremost, an angel of knowledge. His role was to observe humanity’s actions, the things that drove them, and to intervene whenever they were threatened. This made him an excellent spy, stealth infiltrator, and gatherer of information. Though created as a seraphim with gifted combat capabilities, Pawn’s time as a shinobi has caused him to develop a remarkable skill for deception, assassination, and combat prowess using the vast wellspring of accumulated facts and theories picked up over the centuries to accomplish his missions.

Killing Field: An extension of ninjutsu, Pawn has developed a heightened instinct that alerts him to physical danger, the brief moment where one’s brain senses the killing intent of another person. He has learned not only to be aware of his surroundings at all times, but to know how to mask his killing intent by not lingering or basking in the moment before administering death, and in-turn has become a better assassin due to this instilled discipline.

Divinity: Pawn is superior to humanity in every way. He can think faster, move faster, fight faster and be stronger. His capacity for forming adaptive strategies is greater, his movement velocity far more coordinated, and ability to withstand brutal punishment is both on and above par with that of a divine super soldier. Despite this innate advantage, Pawn never flaunts or uses more power than he has to, and will go to great lengths to hide his true nature, granting him a unique edge that is rooted in lending his foes the idea that he is just an ordinary man, and not a being able to fight on par with other supernatural entities.

Knowledge Is Power: Centuries of evading his brothers and sisters, capturing and locking down their souls, endless combat with a plethora of psychic, magic, beings including other shinobi and various other warriors has given Pawn an absolute arsenal of insight into how to fight and detect these beings. More often than not, he acquires his information on an enemy’s fighting ability through visual observation: an entity with relic equipment and who consistently conjures physical phenomena is likely a mage for their abilities are typically item dependent, the evidence becoming even more apparent if their lips start moving to indicate an incantation is being recited. Minimal body movement with exceedingly high object movement could indicate the presence of a psychic, preceded by a tingling feeling often associated with the electromagnetic field of an object being touched and pulled on. In Pawn’s experience these are the simplest and most basic ways of determining the nature of an enemy’s abilities, but to assume that these are his only methods of acquiring battle information would be extremely foolhardy.

Qi Control: The force which flows through all things, referred to in english terms as creation or life-energy, Pawn has learned to harness his own internal force and use it not only to restore his original angelic power, but to also draw from it as a fuel-source to juice up his other abilities, including his elemental affinities, and enhance the durability and offensive capacity of his weapons. He can strengthen his body to allow him to perform feats of beyond-human ability, meaning that since he is already above humanity in terms of physicality as is, Pawn’s physical tolerance -- when pushed to its absolute max -- is such that he can wade through locations in excess of tens of thousands of degrees, provided he has spent the proper amount of time gathering himself first, and likewise for conditions of extreme cold that might flash freeze an ordinary human being. He can dramatically increase his strength to the point that his muscles will swell, allowing him to lift, hurl, and swing with the amount of force to dent high-density metals, weakening them enough for the purposes of shattering them with a round from one of his guns, or quite possibly take it out with a fierce knee or elbow drive.

Pawn’s vast experimentation with qi and its effects have led him to raise and develop an unusual partner, and one that has proven to be an invaluable asset over the years.

[A]rtificial [D]ynamically [O]bjective [L]ife[F]orm: There is a race of earth-based spirits born with the ability to suffuse themselves through minerals and metal called Agron. They reproduce through fracturing their very spirits and dividing them up like amoebas that eventually regrow over time, forming the basis for existence. During his time while he was still cold and brooding, Pawn encountered one such creature in its infancy and--in realizing its potential--chose to adopt and raise the it for himself. He named the creature ADOLF on a whim, though it might have been because he was contemplating the genocide of humanity, and whether or not it would serve to free him from the endless pursuit by his brothers and sisters.

Metal Mimicry and Absorption: Though the creature was able to absorb and collect minerals and metal alike, Pawn noticed it had a strong preference for the latter, deciding to condition it to focus its attention solely on that element, washing out the notion of mineral meddling in its entirety as it did not want the creature focusing on something it held no preference for. Over the years and because of this intense training, ADOLF has learned not only to gather metallic substances into its body, but rearrange its composition so as to mimic that which it has come into contact with by simply remembering its structure and the way in which it reacts to environmental influence.

Shape-Shifting: The Agronians are, at their very core, spirit-based lifeforms--astral creatures capable of influencing a specific part of nature and working within those confines. Pawn disliked ADOLF’s rough and hard shape, finding it to be a limiting factor in its mobility, and so he spent much of his time taking the creature to areas where molten rock and water were in abundance--namely hot-springs and volcanoes as a way of demonstrating the physical properties he wanted it to embody most. He wanted it to understand the nature of a metal made into a liquid substance but without being so-hot-as to burn and scorch everything it touched in an attempt to reach that liquid-state, bringing it to streams and rivers to demonstrate the fast-moving fluidity of such things. This would prove to be a monumentally difficult task, but Pawn was never one to give up on something without thoroughly researching every possible method of success.

His victory came in the form of a metal known as gallium, a metal that melted at room temperature, finding this to be the best possible blueprint for ADOLF’s base state. Rather than having ADOLF mimic the metal down to its exact molecular structure, however, Pawn guided it along a path of spiritual transmutation, such that its internal world would be reflected on its exterior; teaching it to utilize its own internal life-force to mold and craft its physical shape. Putting it simply, the Angel of Deceit re-engineered astral essence of Agron, a spirit of the earth, changed its earthly nature to reflect something else and that something became liquid metal. In doing so ADOLF has acquired the ability to stretch its length, add layers of thickness onto itself, condense those layers, and partially divide itself as such that it could produce holes and splits in itself, and function as a multi-purpose tool.

Infection: The involuntary absorption of foreign energies into its form via physical contact is a trait innate to all Agronians that serves as a natural defense, and can prove both beneficial and detrimental to their well-being. This has in-turn led Pawn to take exceedingly high precautions in regards to what types of foes allows ADOLF to engage in battle. Spells that are damaging to the soul and spirit, curses, and other dark magics which manifest themselves in energetic forms are avoided unless Pawn has explicitly ordered it to do so. One of the benefits to this aspect of ADOLF is that Pawn--through careful application of his own qi--learned to synchronize his will with ADOLF’s, forming a strong bond and by extension a communication link that works off each other’s intuitions, leaving minimal room for prolonged thoughts and a need to provide complex instructions.

Technology Hijacking: Due to ADOLF’s innate aspect of infection, if it is able to make physical contact and breach the insides of a machine or device, it will begin to intercept the signals running throughout it. Though it is quick to gain rudimentary control, ADOLF rarely gains full control over a machine, and will resort to issuing random commands that it learns along the way, typically resulting in the creature causing it to commit destructive and/or self-destructive acts for the purposes of sowing chaos and discord. If given enough time, however, it will start to achieve coordination, becoming more and more skilled in its operation of the hijacked piece of technology at which point it can evolve into a menacing thing.

Electromagnetism A byproduct of investing so much time into mastering a single element, ADOLF has acquired the ability to magnetically bond with the metals it comes in contact with, and moreover manipulate its own electromagnetic field to the degree where it can lash out with potent bolts of light static lightning. It is also able to fine-tune its control to aid in its hijacking of enemy technology, specifically targets that run on electricity, short-circuiting through overwhelming discharges, or learning their electrical pathways by using its own body as a conduit interceptor.

The mark for ADOLF is located along Pawn’s spine.

Elemental Affinity: Fire, earth, air, water, lightning. In accordance to his master’s teachings, in order to know as much as possible, one must start with the natural world, and thus began Pawn’s extensive training in learning how to control the five natural elements, along with all of their variants. This also meant learning how to mix and combine their effects: fire and water create mist to shroud one’s location, earth and wind to create a vicious sandstorm. Likewise he is capable of nullifying certain effects, like demagnetizing his bladed weapons by superheating them, preventing a violent electrocution from lightning bolts. Through his qi control, Pawn can imbue a measure of resiliency toward his elemental control: reinforcing a wall of earth so-as-to increase its durability and fortitude, focus the power of fire into cutting tool, intersperse his qi throughout a cloud of mist to provide it with a suffocating aspect should an enemy walk through and inhale it, accelerate air currents currents so as to replicate the brutal smashing potential known to be occur in the high skies.

Darkness and Light: The supernatural elements of darkness and light are highly efficient tools serving a vast array of uses, and by learning how to tap into his emotions, Pawn had tapped into a deep well of power stemming directly from the soul. For Pawn it means he can lift a curse just as sufficiently as he can place one, whether it be on a living being or inanimate object, the amount of effort he exudes determines its strength and his focus determines its complexity. For example: emanating dark energy around his form could cause the ground to decay, transforming it into a toxic and adhesive mud-soup that corrodes the flesh and gradually moves onto the soul. He can likewise reverse the effects by channeling light-energy throughout the soil, repairing--or at the very least--eliminate the source of corruption through sustained effort. With these two powers at his disposal, Pawn can infuse the natural elements he already has control over with these supernatural qualities, lending them enhanced effects.

Clones While not something he is particularly fond of doing, Pawn can summon different clones of unique elemental affinity, often using them as spies, decoys, or even proxy combatants. There is one unique type of clone Pawn can summon though, and that is the shadow clone. A being of darkness that can mimic the ninja’s exact image down to the finest detail. It possesses high offense but extremely low defense, meaning that while it may be able to thoroughly parry, block, and deflect utilizing weaponry, a direct hit to the body will easily stun it, shatter a bone, or cause it to bleed which is where its deceitful tendencies as a shadow clone come into play. Unlike the other clones, the shadow clone contains real internal organs, real blood vessels, muscles and bones, causing its injuries to seem like those of the real Pawn and not the true Pawn hiding in the brush, slowly sneaking his way toward his distracted foe for a quick and easy slit of the throat. He can otherwise take advantage of a grievous wound the clone may have sustained, and swap positions, gaining the element of shock and surprise, but since this is a tactic that involves great risk, Pawn takes great measures to make sure he knows how close he will be at the moment of the swap.

Symbol Crafting Marking objects with symbols is a highly convenient way for Pawn to imbue his weapons with different elemental qualities, supernatural attributes, and endow them with traits they would otherwise be lacking. This is the basis for how Pawn was able to invent his silver handgun the Glutton, by marking it with the two tongues, granting its bullets their signature matter deconstruction and detonation qualities. Likewise he is known to perform handsigns as a means of quickly drawing out his qi and using it as a focus for a large quantity of potentially complex procedures, and as an alternative method of marking objects that he lacks the time to mark himself.

Flight: It took him ages to earn his wings, however, on finding out what had become of his brothers and sisters, Pawn sliced them off in a bloody display of rebellion and his resolve to do things his way. With this in mind, Pawn is able to forcefully regenerate his wings, but he only does so under exceptional circumstances wherein flight is an absolute prerequisite to achieving his goal.

Monster: Pawn may have learned to quell his inner-anger and balance his emotions, but they will always be with their limitations to the amount of vile shit he can tolerate from people. Once his anger finally hits breaking point, his body starts to melt and he becomes an amorphous black mass, capable of shrugging off just about any attack and lunges back with equal or greater tenacity than ever before. In this state, his offense and defense isn't just stronger, he will actually make repeated attempts at consuming his foe in a purely physical sense. He's not out to steal any abilities -- he's out for blood and it’s as simple as that.

In the event that Pawn is able to overcome his madness, he undergoes an intense transformation that is rather painful to behold. He stabs himself in the cheeks with three needles on both sides, lending him the appearance of having whiskers, two shoving two of his egg shell bombs into his eye sockets wherein they sink in and become his new mode of vision with the added benefit of being able to release their contents with a mere stare from the red slits that form within the center. His ninjatos lose their handles and stab into his back, blasting out high amounts of qi empowered fire which increases his movement speed and grants him limited flight and gliding potential as ADOLF’s liquid metal form coats his body.

Pawn’s tiger claws stick out of his fingers, the twin-barrel coil guns emerge from his wrists, and his joints pop, shift, and undergo an intense muscular transfiguration to resemble that of a Brazilian feline. Twelve kunai, six on each side melt at their handles and stab into the sides of his skull, forming macabre ears that provide hearing whilst the nose itself gradually flares and expands the very wounds inflicted on his face by the wires that were stabbed into them, granting him a potent sense of smell to go along with it. The metal bastard coating his form and providing him with armor flings Cash the Dead Rebel right into his mouth, taking on its liquid form and becoming a flexible double-barreled tongue that can fire its polarity spell-rounds directly from the jaws of what is apparently revealed to be a metal feline.

Lastly, the shurikens emerge from his palms along with the Glutton from his right hip, travel up through ADOLF’s form toward Pawn’s rear and align themselves, the wires in his suit interweaving themselves throughout the holes and form a multi-bladed tail Finally, the Glutton emerges through the lengthy appendage, its butt embedded with the shurikens that allow it stay in place, stick up, and point forwards, the wires in Pawn’s suit woven around its trigger, and causing it to serve analogously as a scorpion tail with a deadly projectile function.

This form has come to be known as the Silver Jaguar.

Master of Disguise: Pawn is an expert at concealing his identity, and that's where Scott Mitchellson comes into the equation.

Scott is the big, bad man in the black suit and tie. He carries out whatever big business plans Ron may have for have in store for all the other crime syndicates, families, what-have you.

Description: He's tall, muscular, rugged-looking and handsome. He carries himself with the gait of a man who's got a lot of confidence and can easily back it up, which he's more than capable of doing. He has straight, black hair that extends just passed his forehead, bearing a strong jaw, dark brown eyes, and tends to shift between having a vague smile or a rather sternly concentrated look on his face.

Personality: Scott is a smooth-talker through and through. He can convince anyone of anything, get any girl on any surface, and put a hole in your head if that's what's requested him. He's an expert at interrogation techniques, and will whoop your ass if you lie to him. But, he’s still a nice guy. :)

Weapons:

Cash The Dead Rebel: Probably the most deadly weapon in Pawn's arsenal due to its ability to change the nature of what it’s bullets hit. Cash The Dead Rebel: a black, double-barreled, sawed off shotgun enchanted with a polarity spell engraved with a seal that serves as a magic repository for his rounds located inside the barrels themselves. Every time its bullets hit something, the object is morphed into its opposite and/or counter-part. This means if Pawn were to take aim at a lake, and fire off Cash, the bullets' polarity spell would activate, causing the entire lake to go up in a blazing inferno and vice versa. The spell is not limited to merely changing the physical state of matter, it can impose opposite effects on what is actually happening to an object: a high-speed projectile will immediately start to decelerate, reversing the effects of a blight that will cause plant-life to heal instead of decay.

Desert-Eagle: .50 calibers of mage-killing anti-magic. The bullets are embedded with the same runes that suck out the magical energy that surrounds a mage when attacking or defending. The real magic to this bullet is that it contains the energy stored within and drives it right back into the mage with the same devastating power.

Gold Watch: Scott's watch is capable of firing out a high-yield laser beam, used for cutting through whatever it comes into contact with. It's also equipped with a nice wire for choking people, a mini-cam, and even tells the time!

Military Training: Pawn is a warrior through and through, and after observing the wars that humanity chose to engage themselves in, he began practicing the art of CQC, though not using it himself, he saves that quirk for Scott.

Double Identity All of Pawn’s weapons and equipment are still accessible and vice versa, though it should be kept in mind, that Pawn is unlikely to expose this secret unless absolutely necessary.