Name: Solace "Ace" Calibur, the Blackbone

Age: 16 (?)

Race: Demon (Originally Human)

Powers:

• Blackbone - Grants strength and endurance many times that of a man's, when used the portion(s) of the body the ability is applied to molts into black bones. Especially resistant to extreme heat and fire-based attacks.
• Flames of Erebus - Erebus's essence is manifested as purple flames; hot enough to melt steel easily, able to be applied to Ace's sword.
• Hell Zone - The ability to teleport by materialising his demonic energies to 'blinking' him away to another location, able to take a limited number of people along as well, limited by range of vision.
• Wither Shot - Gathering his demonic magic at the tip of an arrow, once released the arrow explodes with frightening power. Rather than an outright incendiary explosion, the condensed demonic energy expands outwards in all directions decaying objects to ashes, as if they withered, with so much force it produces a shockwave. Out of all Ace's powers; the most draining.
• Night Vision - Vision is completely unhindered in the darkness.

Appearance: Pale skin with lean but muscular physique. Unnatural emerald green eyes that sometimes glow. Unruly black hair that nearly reaching his shoulder. Faint scars lining his fingers and hands. 6'1 foot and 190 pounds but with his usual lazy posture looks shorter than he is. His usual attire; black leather chestplate, underneath that a black fur-lined sleeveless hoodie, black leather shoulder guard extending down to the hand on his right arm, on both hands a pair of finger-less metal padded gloves, also of black leather, dark grey pants with a black belt, metal-plated black boots. Strapped to his back are a bow and a quiver, the longbow being black with a dark-red handle. And attach to his left hip is a leaf-bladed bastard sword in its hilt.

• Midnight Scorch - Leaf-bladed bastard sword, made of Underworld-forged steel. Red steel stylised with black flames around the tip, the flames being Erebus's blood scorched onto the steel forever.
• Hellion - Long bow that was made from the trees of the Underworld, fire-resistant. 120 pounds of force needed to pull back. The arrows themselves being completely forged from steel.

Strengths: Highly skilled in swordsmanship and archery. Basic hand-to-hand combat skills. Survivalist; able to live off nature. A tactical mind in the midst of a battle. Resistant to demonic magic. Performs at his maximum potential in the shadows. Quick reaction rate. His will to strive towards to his goals is overwhelming.
Extremely loyal to those he deem as friends.  

Weaknesses: Socially inept; positive relationships takes time to form. Often may fall to bloodlust in battle, posing harm to both friends and enemies. Overuse of powers will drain him fast, takes long to recover said stamina. His mercilessness in battle makes others wary of him.

Personality: A lone wolf, Ace serves no cause but his own. While he may have a soft spot for children and go out of his way to protect those who can't fend for themselves, the Blackbone is a killer; any amount of bloodshed for the right price. He is mostly solemn just as the calm before the storm though in the midst battle devolves into a killing machine with no remorse. However for his friends he will fight to his dying breath for their sake, help the poor soul who dares to harm Ace's group of few people he holds previous. However with the essence of Erebus flowing through him his already extensive bloodthirstiness is worsened with the ever faint presence of the demon lord prompting ideas and suggestions within his mind

History: Solace "Ace" Calibur was born into a life of crime. His family known as the infamous Sons of the Sun, one of the world's biggest international crime organisation. Growing up on the streets, Ace forgo to call himself 'Solace' as he was anything but that, to survive day to day from anything from gang fights to police raids Ace had grow up faster than any child should.

With many other competitors aiming to take the Sons' place as top dog,  the life of crime eventually got Ace killed alongside his family, shot down in a firefight by multiple different gangs banded together. As he passed into the afterlife the former gangster arrived at the Underworld, an otherworldly realm where the darkest of demons linger. The presence and overbearing aura of hellfire, demons and nightmares come real made Ace's conscious devolve; trading an unrelenting determination to come out on top, for a total loss of compassion and warmth. He attracted the attention of a low fledgling demon, unworthy of even a name, who offered to train him to the best of its ability and chance of gaining a second life in exchange for offing a notoriously powerful demon lord by the name of Erebus, jealous of his prestigious position as one of Satan's inner circle of demons. The lowly demon spoke of others before him have slain powerful demons and how the magical backlash in doing so propelled them back to their human world.

After mastering the way of the blade and arrow under the unnamed demon's tutelage and observing other demons fight amongst themselves, even testing himself against hordes of the unholy creatures. Ace went on to fulfil his portion of the deal. Fighting for a whole day the 16 year old managed to defeat the ageless Lord of Darkness with a well-aimed arrow, with his dying breath the demon lord gave his own slayer the title of 'the Blackbone'. Absorbing Erebus's essence Ace had barely escaped the fate forever wandering the Underworld as a lost soul, being subject to any demon's tormenting nature.

The hellish realm shook with the powerful demon's death, the magical energies released propelling Ace back to Earth, whilst changing him into the very things he slew; a demon. With his newfound powers granted from his sudden status as a Demon combined with Erebus's essence inside of himself, Ace has returned to Earth as a mercenary for hire, eager for battle and the bloodshed that follows.

Appearance:

Name: Lobo Herrero

Age: 17

Gem: Obsidian

Power: Fire - Though he is able to produce his own fire, it tires himself out faster than manipulating already existing sources of fire so he carries his own zippo lighter around. He can control flames with ease whilst also being subject to extremely high temperature without harm. Lobo is able to form constructs with his fire; fireballs, tornadoes and even quasi-sentient beings of fire.
Lava - With the scarcity of lava above the Earth's crust Lobo is completely unaware of this power. However with this he can even survive within an active volcano without worry, something that would have been impossible with his control over fire alone.

Bio: Lobo was born to a family of eight, even for a child he could always be found with a bright smile on his face. That was until tragedy struck when the Herrero household, save Lobo and his younger sister Clara, died in a horrible car crash. Having no other relatives to turn the two had ended up in the system and to make matter even worse Lobo and Clara were separated into different foster homes.

Lobo, the smiling child was no more and the years of suffering abuse from foster parents, expulsions from school and getting into fights have taken a toll; changing him into indifferent and cold runaway who's prone to violence.

A month ago he found a piece of obsidian lodged right above his heart, visible on his chest. Ever since then he has been experimenting with his newfound powers, finding them quite useful during his late night escapades. Fast forward to the present and Lobo has his interest piqued by the email, with claims of knowledge on the mysterious gem.

Name: Nicodemus 'Nico' Flamel
Age: 25
Birthday: July 17th

Magic:



Magic Level: A

History:


Personality: Without question, Nicodemus’s most prominent personality trait is his ego. This is true whether it manifests itself in his “vengeful monarch” or “noble champion” modes. Though capable of kindness and fairness, he’s usually impulsive and overconfident, with little regard for the consequences of his actions.

Guild and Guild-Mark Location: -

Three Strengths:
1. Groomed to rule; skilled in diplomacy, court politics, managing matters of the state, etc.
2. Possesses an iron liver, has yet to meet anyone able to drink him under the table.
3. Displays an indomitable will by meeting his body, mind and spirit’s limits and exceeding them.

Three Weaknesses:
1. An arrogance which is common amongst royalty though he still recognises those who are well above himself.
2. Has a tendency to heavily rely on Runes before resorting to the Imperial Eye.
3. Any slip-up using Rune Magic can lead to severe magical backlash even if Nicodemus is second to none in this field of magic.

Greatest Love: Studying ancient languages and rune arrays.

Motivation: To overthrow the current ruler, gaining the throne, through his own individual power not by the machinations of others as a puppet.

Appearance:

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Name: Samuel Lee (Lee Sung Min)
Aliases: Sam, Sammy, Sammy Hammy, Glasses
Age: 22
Birthday: January 15th
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Seoul, South Korea
Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: (Rookie) Professional Boxer
Languages: Korean and English

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 153lbs
Build: Lean/Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black messy hair
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A

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Honest * Impulsive * Strong-willed * Competitive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: If Samuel was to be described in one word, it would have to be 'fighter'. He's always eager to butt heads with someone and that trait had stuck with him through high school, military training, his boxing career and the events following the outbreak. Always driven by his spirit to fight and the means to back it up, Samuel was always nice to keep around with during a crisis. However this trait of his always ends up with either him or those around getting hurt, so he has mellowed out considerably in comparison to his younger self.

While Samuel is aggressive that doesn't naturally mean that he is a bully at heart. He would never aggravate someone he considers weaker than himself and even going out of his way to fend off actual bullies from people who can't defend themselves. One of the facet of his 'fighter' philosophy is that only the strong are able to defend the weak. He strongly believes in the notion that there are three types of people in this world; sheep, wolves and sheepdogs.

He's difficult to befriend at first, considering his many abandonment issues but once through his defensive mechanism; the façade as a lone gunslinger, people would find a die-hard loyal friend. Samuel's capable of acts of kindness but is inept on a certain level to do so consciously, it is more common that he does so without knowing.
Habits:

• Often sleep walks time to time
• Fidgets with his ring when nervous
• Pops every joint he has when he can
• Shadow-boxes when bored

Hobbies:

• Sparring
• Reading
• Stargazing

Fears:

• Dogs - Highly allergic to them
• Abandonment
• Mirrors

Likes:

• His Remington 700
• Split, his modernised gladius
• The ocean
• Lightning/thunder
• Movies
• Making friends

Dislikes:

• Lies
• Preying on the weak
• Being alone
• Pessimistic behaviour
• Mathematics
• Lack of punctuality

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Boxing
• Taekwondo
• Judo
• Rifles
• Military Discipline

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Sword (Gladius)
• Stealth
• Scavenging
• Improved Bushcraft
• Improved Physical Condition
• Water Purification
• Mental Health (Adjusted to walkers, murder, etc)

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Dark gray tank top, civilian-grade body vest, navy blue quilted hooded jacket, black leather belt, gray camo pants, dark gray boots. A silver band ring on his right middle finger. A pair of polycarbonate glasses, ideal for those shooting with glasses.
• Military Rucksack
• Thermos
• Firestarter
• Sleeping bag
• .308 Remington 700 (with Vortex Viper HST scope)
• Magazine for Remington (10 rounds)
• .308 Ammo Box (20 rounds)
• Cleaning Kit
• Split- Modernised Gladius
• Pair of Boxing Gloves
• Cooked Venison (leftovers)

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Your First Walker Encounter: Samuel was caught up in the midst of the outbreak in Atlanta with his manager/coach named Dennis, the two were on the outskirts of the city doing their best to flee into the more rural areas. Long since abandoning their car to the unmoving traffic the duo headed into the alleyways in attempt to head to safety. They ran up on a small pack of walkers, the first time seeing them in person, and in an act of self-preservation and general assholishness Dennis had pushed his longtime client towards the pack and ran back to the open street, only to be run down by a truck set on fire, served the bastard right. Luckily Samuel had managed to sock the walker closest to him in the jaw and outrun the rest, making sure to stay clear of dark alleys from then and safely made it out of Atlanta.

History Before Outbreak: Samuel wasn't born on the best of circumstances, conceived out of wedlock between Lee Soo Ji and Capt. Johnathan Clarke as an unexpected, unwanted child. His maternal family rejecting him for his foreign blood and his father not wanting anything to do with raising a baby, Samuel's mother was forced to raise him on her own, with no support of any kind. Though he didn't look the part as a child he was often picked on for his American heritage and he didn't take too kindly to the treatment, on various occasions Soo Ji was called to the school office after her son started to fight back his bullies.

At the age of fifteen he had grown up known as a delinquent who had a short fuse and started a lot of fights and finished a lot more. Nonetheless his mother and grown to love him, seeing past the image he keeps up to ward off others, as a lonely boy missing his father. But this motherly love had ill timing; Soo Jii was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of thirty-six and had little time on this earth. Though with this stroke of misfortune came some good news in the form of Samuel's father, Johnathan, wanting to reconnect with his son and mother of said child. It was eventually agreed upon between the two parents that Samuel would move to America with his father and after a few weeks, many tears shed, and a black eye (Johnathan's), he would have landed on American soil with his father.

The father and son at first had trouble adjusting to one another but with time they would resolve their issues on the one of the few common ground they had: fighting. Johnathan would school his son in hand-to-hand combat after hearing of his stories back in Korea and witnessing an incident at his high school where some of the students would haze the new kid. Samuel would have found a natural innate talent at kicking ass to the point where he was actually scouted by a professional boxer who would frequent the same gym that he would go to. After being invited to participate in a regional amateur tournament and even though he would wound up losing in the semifinals to the current champion, his performance was so impressive that he was offered to go professional as soon as he graduated.

This would have gone off without a hitch if it were not for the fact that Samuel as a male born in the Republic of Korea, needed to do a two-year mandatory military service, luckily his father knowing the intricacies of military procedure had enlisted him for his service on Fort Benning, down in Columbus, Georgia. During his two years Samuel had been trained in the use of firearms, improved his already-athletic physique and learn various practical survival skills. The military instructors had even managed to further hone his brutish nature to fight into something more befitting of a warrior; more collected, adhering to the chain of command and slightly less impulsive than he was before. After learning much from his military service had taken up that long over-due promise for a boxing career and has been making a name himself as an exceptional rookie on the professional stage ever since.

History Since Outbreak: During the first weeks of the outbreak as soon as Atlanta fell to the outbreak Samuel went off on his own to Franklintown, where he last made contact with his father. On his journey he would encounter the initial looting and civil unrest that followed the outbreak, though he would wisely avoid areas of large population and thus the chaos that was brought up by small gangs and the undead, he would already have to dispatch many of the latter on the way to Florida. It was then when Samuel would find his trusty modernised gladius, twenty-five inch long and two inch thick blade of steel, that was discarded in a corpse, splitting its head in two.

Eventually after two weeks of travel he arrived in his home in Franklintown though he would be utterly devastated at what he found. At first he was relieved with how the house was boarded up and manned with homemade defences but he soon noticed the bullet casings littering the pavement and the door wide open. He crept inside and after weeks of not knowing his father's fate Samuel had found him, sitting in the sofa, his rotting head blown to bits, finger on the trigger, holding picture frame, holding a photo of a teen striking up a boxing pose, Samuel would grieve for years to come but only then would he allow himself to cry. After using up his tear ducts, he would bury the man who raised him on his favourite spot on the beach that overlooked the ocean with the sun setting.

A few months into the first year Samuel would have travelled back up to the state of Georgia, specifically the city of Columbus, where Fort Benning would be. After arriving and to his dismay he had found the base looted of most its supplies and many corpses, both the dead and the undead, littered about the place. What he would find was some military rations, a map which detailed the rate of infection across the country (which was mostly inaccurate even then) and a .308 Remington Model 700 with some ammo lying around. With everything he could gather all packed up into his rucksack, Samuel would have quickly fled the place before he could be alerted to its residents.

The second year had him jumping from town to town, occasionally camping it out for more than a few weeks in a comfortable enough house. He encountered plenty of the undead as he travelled but the most challenge they posed killing was when they came in large groups and that was a rare occurrence.However he had somehow managed to steer clear of people so far but this would have probably been due to his manner of travelling; through thick forestry and avoiding highly populated towns like the plague, although despite his best efforts it was inevitable that he would run into someone.

During the third year a group of four men of variable ages, the youngest looking eighteen or so, had rolled up with trucks into the town he was currently residing in. Samuel would observe from two blocks away on the roof of a building, using the scope on his rifle, the group unloaded a person from one of their trucks. They forced the man onto his knees, who looked to be sobbing and seemingly pleading for something, one of the four who appeared to be a leader had enough, pulling out a pistol and shot him point black to the face. Samuel had watched from afar, surprisingly coping well with witnessing a murder but truth to be told; he was alarmed, considering the past two years, confirming that his Remington was loaded, he continued to observe the scene unfold. The other three men each with their own machetes began to undress the dead man laying on the ground and promptly began to butcher him. It was at this point did Samuel decide on the fate of the four men, he had heard stories of cannibalism during times of crisis but never did he think that someone would be so weak enough to take a page from the undead and follow suit. Being caught completely off guard with a pair of pistols, a shotgun and no way of discerning where the shooter was? They didn't have a chance..

Samuel would leave town the next morning none the worse and continued to travel across Georgia. Ever since encountering the group of cannibals he had killed three more men and many more walkers..

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Character Quote: "What a world we live in.. where people are pushed to their limits and beyond, leaving only the strong.. isn't it thrilling?"
Theme Song: I Am The Enemy -All Good Things
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: "I have long stopped counting."
How Many People Have You Killed: "Six.. no. Seven."
Why: "I was stronger than they were."
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• Being pampered
• Cooking for others
• Raw meat
• Adventure
• Chases

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• Other World Nobles
• Slavery
• Wasted food
• Lightning/thunder
• Furries

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• World Nobles - The family he was regretfully born into, who despise how Seijin would go far to help those of 'lesser descent' and his decision to accept CP9's invitation as a recruit. The farthest thing from a 'family' to him, this is evident as given the first chance to do so he cut all ties with the Tenryūbito and left all privileges that came with it behind.
• CP9 - His former comrades who, even with shared blood and sweat from hard training between them, have no warm feeling to share with Seijin. Now only a high priority target given his knowledge of the Six Powers and know-how behind the organisation.

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Full Name:
Lyonel Eisen

Nicknames/Aliases:
The Blizzard

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Gift:
Cyrokinesis: Lowering his body temperature to subzero degrees, within fractions of a second, the surrounding moisture in the air around him is lowered as well which then crystallises into ice. With the body itself being immune to temperatures as low as absolute zero. With this ability Lyonel is able to generate and manipulate ice, snow and cold temperatures at his whim, forming blasts, shields, walls, blades, slides and other constructs of ice. The cold is his to command.

Loyalty:
Erubescian, Knight

Description:
Standing at 6'1 with a lean muscular figure, gained after years of training and then some. A pale complexion with flawless skin that is untouched apart from a scar that stretched across his throat. With a solemn mien which seems to be permanently sculpted onto his face, Lyonel has chosen to show no tells of emotion and intent for anyone to see. And though he would prefer to be in armour at all times outside of combat he is often seen wearing a simple white double collared shirt, top few unbuttoned, along with black slacks and longwings.

Personality:
Simply put; knightly, with unswerving loyalty, devotion, self-discipline and integrity yet pure of heart, honourable, humble and kind to others Lyonel strives to meet the expectations of a knight and exceeds them. Nothing could sway him from his servitude to uphold Erubesco, its values, people and most of all, the King. There are few who could claim a stronger allegiance to the kingdom than him and yet he would never boast so loudly of it, regardless of being rendered mute or not, he is ever the silent one and the last to be noticed in a room. However his silent nature is not all cold professionalism there is still an amiable side to him and those who take the chance to engage with him will eventually find a warm-hearted companion who would fight in your behalf on a whim.


Skills:
- A prodigy swordsman after having trained with the way of the sword for years, his go-to weapon is a two-handed longsword, making him a notable threat in close quarters.
- Disciplined mind combined with unbending loyalty has made him capable of exceeding his limits at his lowest point even with the risk of fatal injury.

Weaknesses:
- His nature as a 'knight' makes him all too predictable in situations where his his devotion to honour and complete servitude to Erubesco comes into play.
- The ability to generate and manipulate the cold outside of his body is dependant on the level of moistsure, the amount of water vapour, in the air.
- Ice from his cyrokinesis, whilst being more dense, still behaves and is affected by the same things as ice; melting under extreme heat and vibration being difficult to freeze.


Brief History:
Born into slavery Lyonel had always known what it means to live the life of servitude, his former masters being sick, power-hungry sadists had ordered him to be rendered voiceless forever, the scar left on his throat serving to remind him of those times. But even as a slave he would still have those to call family, a collection of numerous slaves that have either been forcibly taken away from their homes or have been bought from other slavers, who all adored Lyonel the orphan slave, youngest of them all. After hours of attending to their masters, late at night when the lights were out the other slaves would read to him about stories of heroes and villains, kings and queens but he would take most to those about knights, how they were described to uphold honor, integrity and loyalty without fault.

Eventually the years of harsh treatment and even worse living conditions had driven them to dire desperation and a hastsy escape was made. Barely making out the reaches of their master's territory, having lost more than half of their numbers in doing so, they would start on a long and treacherous journey across the lands to Erubesco where they hoped to be granted safe passage into. Even more of them had succumbed to the elements, disease and ravaging tribes and they continue to fall one by one until it was only Lyonel, protected and cherished through the entire way, standing in front of the gates of Erubesco. Truth be told he would have been turned away if it were not for the command set by one of the Knights on station near the main gate to let him inside and be clothed, fed and nursed back to health.

Eager to repay the generosity that he had been treated in kind and to live up to his dreams as a child to become a knight himself, embodying all their traits, Lyongel would throw himself into years of training under the very knight who had welcomed him into Erubesco's walls. And with that same training paying fruit, having matured into a skilled warrior, adept with the use of his Gift, and climbed up the rank with impressive speed until he had reached the rank of Knight fulfilling his dream of doing so.

Other:
- Always carry around with him a notepad and pen to communicate with others whenever the situation calls for it.
- His plated steel armour has been tempered with aluminum and a high percentage of carbon fiber, making it very light without trading out strength and is especially cold-resistant.