Appearance:


Name:
Malakaus Ralthavar Vorinclex

Age:
41

Gender:
Male

Race:
Orc

Personality:
Despite a rough face Malakaus can be affable and friendly to strangers, even to some of his former enemies. He seems like the type of guy who's aware of how he looks and thus tries not to cause many other people trouble. And while this isn't an act per say, he does intentionally cultivate a more "reasonable" image as an orc in order to get pass people's guard. He's a schemer and ambitions, just like any other orc, and thus he always looks for a way to gather more power and influence for himself. Even if it means getting chummy with ancestral enemies. Malakaus is also an unrepentant murderer and sees the act of killing like a game; just something he can do if he feels bored, and leaves the moral ramification of his acts for others who care for such things. He thinks of people as NPC's, with only a special few who have a "spark" of character in them, making them worthy of living. Or worth killing.

Bio:
Malakaus was born in a small family known as the Vorinclex clan. A clan that lived outside of the cities, in the nearby woods. They once had great prominence as a leader among the orcish clans, however corruption and in-fighting destroyed their once great community. Nowadays the orc clans live away from each other, often inbred, hunting, farming, and making drugs. Malakaus was one of the few orcish children not born from incest, as his father is an orc who grew up in the city. And outsider who "stole" his mother away from the weirdness of boonie orc culture, and thus Malakaus was raised with a city-born education.

Not that living in the city was any easier for the child. Violence was common everywhere, and try as he might Malakaus got into plenty of fights growing up. Being an orc many didn't fear him so much as insulted him for his perceived lack of intelligence and inherent brutality, which he obliged when he beaten them into a pulp. But as he grew older, Malakaus learned how to fight with more than just fists or weapons. But with his mind. his enemies, knowing that they couldn't face him in a straight fight, tried to use subterfuge and intrigue to undo him. But Malakaus was quick to adapt to the game and fought back the same, showing off an unusual ability for an Orc; To resolve matters without violence.

As far as intelligence went Malakaus wasn't really the smartest growing up, but he was certainly smarter than most orcs. His brutal cunning fed his cunning brutality, often stripping whatever advantage his enemies had against him and forcing them to either concede or meet him in the fields of battle. Even after leaving the highschool drama behind, Malakaus's hunger for battle never ended. He joined different gangs to take control of the city, and often his gang would lose. But Malakaus would survive, and through his defeats he started to learn how the city of Belwyn operated.

Eventually Malakaus would find his chance to rise to the top when there was a large civil war going on with the orcs. Some sort of a blood feud that got out of hand and caused the various tribes and clans to fight. Malakaus went to these orcs and put a stop to it however. He got to the bottom of the blood feud and learned of the deception made by dwarven gang members, as well as executing various orcs who had been instigating chaos among his people. Malakaus united the orcs underneath his leadership and made a promise: For his people to rise above their station and achieve greatness at any cost. Pooling together the talent and abilities of his orcish kin, as well as mending relationships between the different warring families, the orcs reached a state they have never had before: Unity.

Gang affiliation or Other affiliations:
Leader of the Choppers

Stuff:
Composite Armor - Piecemeal Armor made of reinforced alloy metals. Despite it's crude appearance and coloration the armor is actually quite durable, capable of deflecting even high caliber rifle rounds.

Spiked Armguard - The modern buckler, Malakaus's armguard is made of the same material as his armor and allows him to not only protect himself in close combat, but also impale any foe foolish enough to even engage him up close.

Dagger - A traditional orcish dagger made of a large monster's tooth or claw. Malakaus's dagger is made from a wyvern stringer and still drips it's deadly venom even after being forged into a blade. Those cut by the blade lose constitution slowly, making them weaker by the minute. Naturally, Malakaus has built an immunity towards this specific type of poison.

Hunger - Malakaus's main weapon, a large chainsaw fashioned from a stolen magitech engine with teeth made of stolen dwarven star metal, also known as adamantine. When activated the magitech engine siphons radiant magical energies around the chainsaw to power it, sapping mana from Malakaus's enemies. The magical consumption is much more noticeable when his chainsaw actually strikes magical objects or things affected by magic, as the spell would be sundered and his blade would continue ripping and tearing into the object despite whatever magical wards were placed onto it.

Magic:
Darkvision - Malakaus has an innate darkvision like many orcs. He is capable of seeing in darkness without any issue though he can't discern colors, only a monochrome hue.

Anti-Magic Aura - Malakaus is incapable of using magic himself (Magically powered objects are fine), but in exchange he has an unnatural immunity to many forms of magic. Mind control and illusions directed against him are ineffective, and even magical attacks aren't quite as capable as they usually should be. While he can still be killed by magic (Like by being burned to death or having a sword magically plunge through his chest), those who rely on magic to debilitate him will be in for a rough time. This effect is passive, but Malakaus has the ability to activate his Aura specifically to create a larger, more powerful Anti-Magic Field that cuts off any magical effects occurring within the area, either at that moment or about to happen. This field lasts for about one minute or until Malakaus leaves the field.

Other:
Malakaus loves spicy food and has a thing for elves.

Appearance:


Name:
Atisha Merdelain

Age:
184

Gender:
Female

Race:
Wood Elf

Personality:
For Atisha diplomacy means saying "good dog" until you can find a big enough rock. It's offering one hand in agreement and arming the other. To Atisha, peace means control. And when left out of control, Atisha will not hesitate to bring it back by any means necessary. A woman of her word but with a twisted ideal of what she means, she's as honest as the devil. She tends to be rather playful with others but has a burning hatred against humans and would like nothing more than to see them all slaughtered for the prosperity of elves everywhere. Atisha does genuinely seek peace however, and aside from humans she sees no reason why the other races can't cooperate as long as they can maintain some sort of communication with each other. Even if their ideals are different or even conflicting, Atisha has high hopes that they could band together and destroy humanity.

Bio:
Atisha was just a young girl when she saw her family torn apart by a pack of roving humans, taking advantage of her family's hospitality as they indulged themselves on her mother, father, brothers and sisters. Atisha only managed to escape by sheer luck, after she was shoot and knocked out of the window and left for dead. When she finally awoke from her coma the gang who had killed her family was no where to be found. It was at that moment her hatred for humanity was born. From that day Atisha dedicated her life to avenge her family. She sought teachers, warriors, anyone who could give her the skills and knowledge she needs to enact justice. Along the way Atisha saw much more depravity done by humanity, and how her people were hurt from their actions. How many would stand to the side and let it occur out of fear, or out of apathy. Atisha could not stand for it.

She was only 27 years old when she finally found the ones who had ravaged her family. She showed them no mercy as she tore them asunder with magic and cleaved them through with her blades. She even sought their family and intended to kill them too. But after she had slaughtered the initial group, she felt empty. She had known this moment would come. When she finally gets her vengeance and there was nothing left for her after. But Atisha didn't let it get to her for long. For she had greater aspirations than just vengeance. Now she wanted complete eradication for all of humanity.

So Atisha went into politics. She joined a group of elves lobbying for better rights and representation in government. Unlike other elves, Atisha wasn't willing to compromise with humans, which actually worked well in their favor; because they didn't easily cower to the humans, they had to change to suit the elves desires, rather than the other way around. Atisha's no-nonsense approach in politics and hyper aggressive reforms also ensured that the elves quickly gained the power they need to keep their new laws in place. When gang violence started to take over the city Atisha was quick to take advantage of it, using the chaos to remove political enemies as well as PR, vowing to put an end to the violence and unit the races together. But in truth she uses the gangs to just further her own agenda, and doesn't really care for anyone who isn't an elf. And even then, elves who stand against her are as good as dead.

Gang affiliation or Other affiliations:
Chairman of the UCEI (United Conglomerate of Eldritch Interests), Shaman of the Feythful, Commander of the Tempest Legion, 8th Witch of the Wilds

Stuff:
Ward Stone - A magically infused gemstone that allows Atisha to protect a powerful protective barrier should she need to defend herself. These barriers are strong enough to withstand small arms fire however they only last for ten minutes, though that time can be spent in one minute intervals. They can also ward off magical attacks as well, even deflecting weaker spells back to their source. Atisha carries two of these gems on her at all times.

Gem of Flight - Another magical gemstone that allows Atisha to fly for thirty minutes, which she can spend in one-minute intervals. She is capable of perfect flight through this gem even against violent winds or other obstacles.

Stealth Rock - A glowing stone that Atisha can use to cause herself to go invisible as well as silence any noise she makes, either directly via speaking or when interacting with objects such as opening a door, dropping items, her footsteps, or even shooting a gun. Last for ten minutes.

Weapon Jewel - Atisha's last magical stone, this gem contains a weapon that Atisha can use at a moment's notice. Inside this weapon is a Hexduo rifle, a combination of a large game hunting rifle and a revolver shotgun. Atisha is quite a shot with this weapon and it's her preferred gun when out "Hunting". Prefers to go without a scope since she doesn't need one. The gun comes loaded with ammo, but reloading requires Atisha to have the ammo with her.

Kukri - A knife of elven design. Sleek, exotic, but made for the brutal tasks of hacking and chopping up limbs and enemies. While Atisha carries hers ceremoniously, it's still a deadly weapon in her hands.

Magic:
Beast Magic - Spells that are based around transforming, controlling, altering, or summoning beasts, animals, and monsters.


Nature Magic - Spells that are based around manipulating, creating, or conjuring nature such as the weather and natural elements like wind and fire.


Utility Spells - Spells aren't made for direct combat, though they still have their uses.


Other:
Atisha loves ice cream and thinks dwarves are adorable.

Trayethell "Yethel" Argentae


227 Years (Arrival in the Human World as as fully matured member of his race.)


Male


High Elf

Personality: Highly conscientious, possessing the ability to manage and organize things to an almost robotic degree. Is terribly vain, but utterly hostile to those that try to flatter him. Demands perfection from everybody, most of all himself. Reviles ugliness, and has a personal dream of making the entire world beautiful, in his own image.

Pretends to greatness, but most of his bravado is sheathed in the veiled constructs he inhabits. Rarely allows others into his inner circle, and those whom he does allow must first be brought there at gunpoint. Has terrible trust issues, considering the past of the Steel Lance, and what he has gone through.

The calculating, analytical side of him dominates his personality, with the petty vain and emotional side surfacing in his private goals, and his deliberate mistrust of others. Is a very fragile being, emotionally, but cloaks his vulnerabilities in the coldest of steel.



Writ small, Yethel founded the Steel Lance Elves alongside his brother Margus, in order to cohere the Elvish community on Belwyn. Founded mere years after their arrival on Earth, the Steel Lance quickly rose to prominence as a masterful gang of exploitative bastards.

However one day, the unthinkable happened. Margus tried to scam his brother, and Yethel saw through it. At such blatant betrayal, Yethel knew he would have to kill his brother. He couldn't bear to do it himself, and so he ordered some underlings to do the deed for him. Perhaps in the back of his mind, Yethel hoped that Margus would talk his way out of an execution, and escape to return someday. Either way, he has not seen his brother since, and would prefer to think him dead.

The day to day of the Steel Lances does not concern Yethel, whose organization runs with the smoothness of a well-oiled machine. Currently he is interested in a particularly ambitious scheme which would result in him being capable of extorting not only Belwyn, but the entire planet. Ambitions which could possibly carry Yethel's Steel Lances into a new age of prosperity, and finally free them from the prison that is Belwyn, that ugliest of Purgatories.

Co-Founder, Leader of the Steel Lance Elves Gang



Smartphone encrypted with all the records, activities, and means of controlling/communicating to the Steel Lances. Has three security levels, and is designed to self-destruct should the phone be tampered with.

Gentleman's Cane-gun, a long rifle hidden in Yethel's cane, which he obviously does not need to walk. Is military-grade, and Yethel's training with the weapon is equally dangerous. Can also be converted into an umbrella.

Full access to the resources and funds at the disposal of the Steel Lance gang.

A combat-proofed Italian suit, complete with bulletproofing, knife-proofing, and fire-retardation.

A twelve metre limousine, black, with all the amenities to hold a private conference while on the move. Naturally, also militarily reinforced.



Static Invisibility (minor)

Charismatic Glamour (major)

Illusion Projection (minor)



Fine Wines

Fine Art

Fine Women

(All of which, make him the Finest of all.)

((Anything that makes him look better.))

Appearance:


Name:
Selene

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Race:
Werewolf

Personality:
Selene loves the thrill of a hunt, whether it’s stalking prey through a dark alleyway or flagging them down in the heat of battle. A woman of both simple and refined tastes, she’s above the petty power struggles that perminate the streets, but she does enjoy a spot of bloodsport every now and again. Selene is a woman whose interest mainly lies in changing up the status quo, and once change has been made, she’ll already be hard at work sowing the seeds of discord in the future. Selene loves nothing more than than a plan comes together.

Bio:
Born in the Falling Star tribe, Selene always wanted more from her hunts than to just kill her prey. Her people were primitive, often relying solely on their claws, fangs, and the occasional weapon. They only survived for so long due to their recluse and and rarity. But Selene wanted more. So she set off at a young age to explore the world outside of her tribe’s hunting ground. She learned a lot, both good and bad, but each experience had made her stronger for it. Soon she arrived to the city of Belwyn where her story really gets a start. At first she was still a young, 20 something lycanthrope who just figured if she kept swinging she’d win. But after she got tangled up with a nasty pack of humans, Selene learned just how different the city was from life in the wilds and so she adapted.

She started to fight smarter. No more roaring and them charging. She stalked, she spied, she lied, and she stole. She learned how to set things up until eventually Selene doesn’t even need to do anything to finish off her prey. And of course, she got better at fighting. She also learned how to handle cars and other vehicles and really liked it. Far faster than anything she could achieve on foot, at least in her human form. Eventually Selene managed to get herself a nice little place to rest up at between jobs, and now looks forward to the new war on the horizon to make a name for herself.

Gang affiliation or Other affiliations:
Currently hired by the Choppers as an enforcer.

Stuff:
Silversheen - Selene’s glaive made of mithril, which has the properties of silver but much lighter and durable. It’s her favorite weapon to use in a fight when she isn’t just tearing people apart with her claws.

Luna - Selene’s motorbike. Built to be able to go fast and take tight turns. Selene can handle her baby well enough to do a 180 turn without a drop in speed.

Magic:
Wolf Form - Selene can transform into a large, ten foot tall wolf tough enough to take on heavy tanks, or a hybrid form that isn’t as tough but stronger and more durable than Selene’s regular form. Or, she can just transform her hands into razor sharp claws, allowing her to rip apart most people and even through armor like a chainsaw through plywood.

Other:

Name:
Jerrah Gharrod Noroth

Age:
53

Gender:
Female

Race:
Orc

Personality:
To say Jerrah is rough would be a bit of an understatement. She's never been the most open to conversation or friendly woman, and age and experience has pretty much solidified that as her mindset. She isn't immediately hostile, just cautious, unyielding, and ready to throw down at a moment's notice if need be. Combat is pretty much second nature to her, and killing doesn't make her so much as blink if it needs to be done. There's a kind of bloodthirstiness to the way she fights, but subdued, honed, and almost elegant in its brutality. It's not clear if she enjoys it or not, but she's very in control of herself and doesn't flinch at dangerous situations.

Bio:
In the past, orc clans were in messy relations. There was as much infighting as there was battling proper enemies, and if the leaders and their enforcers weren't tough enough, they were as good as dead. The Noroth clan never had to worry about that. Jerrah was the toughest warrior of the Noroths, renowned for her intense style of battle and no-nonsense approach to battles. Whenever enemies came knocking and people tried to stir up trouble, she'd put them in the ground as fast as they'd shown up. The Noroths were thus rather feared among the clans, and got a lot of enemies in the more turbulent times.

Whether she was in the woods or in the city, Jerrah carried the Noroth name and reputation with her. People often wanted to hire her on as muscle for jobs that needed it, or intimidation for those who didn't have the charisma for it. It got her some good cash for a while, but Jerrah never let anyone have her services for too long. Fighting for weaklings who had no end goal was unfulfilling. But such a flippant attitude boded poorly in the urban underworld, and people began to lose respect for her. The Noroths wouldn't accept such a dishonor, and sentenced her to a trial by combat, an old form of judicial punishment in orc society.

To say the least, the Noroths were left with less warriors than they'd begun with. Jerrah's honor was preserved, but at the cost of the overall weakening of the clan. Their enemies began to bear down on them, and things began to look dire. That is, until Malakus of clan Vorinclex came along. He offered them not eradication as expected, but strength through unity. Information brought to them about the true source of inter-clan strife among orcs spread quickly, and the Noroths were one of the first to join the Choppers' ranks.

Jerrah's strength served the Choppers as well as it had her clan at one point, and she became an enforcer for Malakus's gang. He was someone that was different from most, she thought. A visionary with a strong goal that she both respected and believed in. Jerrah was honored to serve him, and continues to do so to this day.

Gang affiliation or Other affiliations:
Enforcer of the Choppers

Stuff:
Knuckle Dusters - A pair of finger-mounted punch enhancers casted from adamantine. The dusters are asymmetrical in a minor way, the left one being blunt, and the right being spiked along the knuckles.

Orc Chopper - A rough, thick traditional orc sword that looks like a square of sharpened metal with a cloth wrapped handle. As the name suggests, it's a heavy weapon suited for hard swings that chop through things that need to be chopped. The weapon is nearly as long as she is tall, a good 6 feet from tip to pommel.

Orc Shooter - A firearm most easily compared to an extremely high-caliber shotgun. The weapon's construction is basically that of two sawed-off break action shotguns in a diagonal positioning, with two triggers that fire two barrels each. It's strong enough that it would break a lesser person's arms if they tried to shoot it. The weapon's also solidly built enough to be an effective clubbing weapon. At the bottom of the barrels, she's also attached an axe blade, just in case.

Magic:
Darkvision - Like other orcs, Jerrah can see well in the dark. Though she can clearly make out what's in the dark, she doesn't see it in color.

Other:
Jerrah tends to prefer staying out of the sun and operating at night time. As such, she's a night owl, staying up and sleeping in rather late.

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The Maxim 9 Integrally Suppressed Handgun fires 9mm rounds while being hearing safe and holster-able. Vona keeps this weapon on a thigh holster for easy access in most situations though it rarely sees use due to it being her weapon of choice for executing problems for her organization.