A techno-magical weapon with a nigh-weightless blade of Perfected Electrum, the Nemesis Kalis is attuned to the psyche of the person holding it; said person can make the blade either sharp enough to cut diamond or release waves of silvery-white light that inflict damage unhealable by magic. Also, all Nemesis Weapons can project a magical shield that can withstand railgun bullets and even one or two volleys of plasma; perhaps more if the user has plenty of Mana (magical energy).

Not merely that, but the blade, when taken by a person other than Green, turns as heavy as a block of lead and automatically dulls its blade. This restriction can be gotten around by having Green give the blade willingly or 'willingly'; the blade then works for the person whom the blade was gifted to.

Other player characters are allowed to have one Nemesis Weapon each.

Name: Jonathon "Johnny" Ace

Age: 15


Important items:
Due to the nature of his time spent on the field, Johnny only owns one actual possession. His father, Glenn Ace, had given Johnny a new pair of runner's shoes for the Track team - These shoes, while being relatively mundane, had extreme personal value to Johnny. For the next few years in the military, Johnny only had his shoes to remind him of his family.

The shoes themselves are barely related to what they once were - after repeatedly refusing to take them off, even after exploding, his handlers decided to repair them with Blast-Proof Fabric, allowing them to survive extreme explosive damage and remain relatively unscathed. Johnny, no matter his current attire, always wear these shoes, as he knew that his father spent money that they didn't have on them. They have been recently resized, as they were growing too tight on Johnny's feet.

Nemesis Weapon:
"Nemesis Cauldron"
A small (1 foot cube) black cauldron constructed from a strange metal, which Johnny had stolen just before his escape. The cauldron is always warm to the touch, no matter the surrounding air - When the lid is closed, the cauldron begins to whir and grows comfortable hot. Anything placed into the cauldron - solid, liquid, or gas - is boiled down through an unknown process to create various chemicals. Johnny, thanks to his years of using the cauldron's products and the cauldron's relatively simple controls, has learned how to control what is made. Using the cauldron, he could make highly explosive potions, medicines, and even recreational drugs. The cauldron runs on a power source that is expected to last at least a few thousand years.

While the cauldron can make nearly any chemical, it relies on transmutation and the rule of equivalent exchange to create what it does - while Johnny could make something weak with an apple, he'll be unable to make something like morphine without sacrificing a far more valuable item. Additionally, while it can boil down nearly anything, truly strong materials like Perfected Electrum and other Nemesis Weapons remain unaffected by the process.

Short Bio:
Jonathon Ace was raised to in a very poor family, often going days without eating. His mother was not in the picture, and his father had dropped out of high school early on and could rarely hold down a job. Despite this, Johnathon was a determined youth, and his father, Glenn Ace, always encouraged him to try his hardest at everything he did, and to always "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" As such, Jonathon was a determined youth, got good grades despite being unable to afford a proper tutor, and was a star player on the track team. Johnathon, in fact, placed his all into running - as that was what would save him from poverty. As long as he kept running, he could survive.

Glenn Ace got into trouble very early on in Jonathon's life with the mafia - he had taken a high interest loan, and over the years, it only racked up a higher debt. Glenn had done everything he could - but at the age of 8, Johnathon was kidnapped in order to be sold as a child slave. The night before he was stolen was the last time Johnny ever saw his father. Only a week later, Johnny was sold to the government as a child soldier - there, they injected him with strange chemicals and he underwent cruel experimentation (These experiments were magical in nature, with little tech involved). After a week of this treatment, he was immediately thrown into the fields of battle - where many of his fellow soldiers died. Johnny had several strange vials and bottles strapped onto his body, before being launched directly at the Rau've forces.

The landing didn't hurt in the slightest - in fact, the real pain started only a few seconds later, as the bottles cracked, and a massive fireball engulfed Johnny and the soldiers who surrounded him. It took every fiber in his being not to die - more than anything else, the 8 year old wanted to simply give up and die. But Johnny sure as hell wasn't going to just give up and die there - Instead, he simply grit his teeth, and let his Burning Emotions take over. Eventually, the human forces found him, still breathing and nearly dead, but still having all his limbs. It was a miracle.

As it turned out, the human army planned on using him as a 1-time suicide unit - they put him through the bare-minimum procedures needed to survive the landing, so Rau've soldiers would attempt to help out the small child. They never expected anybody to survive such a strong blast with barely any protection. So, after healing and going through a few more horrifying experiments, Johnathon was sent back to the fields of battle. Again. And Again. And Again.

Johnny possessed an incredible success rate - after the first year, he had even grown resistant enough to the explosives to start running back to base and get strapped up again. Slowly, his healing time dwindled, and he eventually became a living artillery bomb. All this time, as his endurance was artificially enhanced, Johnny remembered his father's words to his son - "Listen to your Burning Emotions!" Johnny knew that the war was pointless - countless of his friends died, and many were left with little chance to survive. As such, he decided to listen to his Burning Emotions - he finally decided to make his escape. Just like he did on the track team, as long as he kept running, he would be able to forge his own path.

He had just been launched out of the cannon, and decimated a transport vehicle. The wounds, at this point, were only superficial - his willpower and endurance easily got him back on his feet. The shock collar around his neck would shock him quickly - or it would, had Johnny not stolen the keycard needed to unlock it. As soon as it was off, Johnny booked it towards Rau've forces, and was immediately taken captive. He was thrown to the ground, checked for weapons, and thrown into a new transport vehicle for moving to a prison. The prison, while unfamiliar, was of little concern towards Johnny - he didn't care how long it was, as long as he could escape eventually, he'd be able to find his father. Luckily, escape never came - it wasn't needed.

Johnny made a few friends while he was imprisoned, and while the treatment wasn't great, it could have been far worse. Eventually, the war ended - after 6 years of being blown up, Johnny could finally live in peace. The aliens, while strange looking, were very kind when the war ended. They even offered Johnny, who had massacred hundreds of their soldiers, a home among them. The offer was very tempting - however, his Burning Emotions refused to allow him to quit. He didn't want revenge or to kill the humans, like some of his companions did - all Johnny wanted was to find his father. After that... Well, Johnny wasn't the best at making plans, so he decided to let Future Jonathon deal with that!

Spell List: N/A

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Endurance X 3
Exceptional Speed X 3

Name: Rachel Scott
Callsign: Flash
Age: 18
Short Bio: Born and raised in the suburbs of a large city on Mars, neither the neighborhood nor her family were particularly well off. And since no one would hire a little girl, Rachel took to thievery to give the household an income boost. Over the years. she’s become proficient at sleight of hand, unarmed combat and getting from place to place without being noticed. But sometimes someone would notice, and so she learned to navigate urban environments quite well, often with officers at her heels. Until one day, one of the officers was faster. Upon her capture, the authorities took note of her agility and resistance to questioning. It wasn’t long until her holding cell was visited by men in armor instead of policemen - the last time she saw her home.

Rachel was sent for “augmentation” and assigned to intelligence, namely a recon and deep strike team. Engineered and trained to enter and exit any compound, negotiate any terrain or obstacle and extract any necessary information from captives, Rachel was made to be a crossbreed of a black-ops operative and a master interrogator, with varying success. She has also picked up some basic engineering. However, several years of literally messing with people’s heads also messed with hers, turning her into a cold, emotionless husk of a person with but a tiny shred of humanity, buried somewhere deep within.

She was grateful for the war’s end, despite humanity’s defeat. So when the ceasefire was announced, she laid down her arms and approached the nearest alien unit, a Rau’ve infantry patrol. In captivity, the emotionless young woman awaited her inevitable execution, until she and her fellow children were released. However, she couldn’t return to normal life, if “return” was even applicable. All she knew was thievery and war. But her newfound freedom pushed reason aside and fanned the flames of vengeance that lay dormant in the back of her broken mind and seeing an opportunity, she took it, determined not to let go no matter what may lay ahead.
Exceptional Skills:
Exceptional Stealth
Trivia:

• She is unable to use mind spells against the kaisoken species and the korta are naturally hard to get to due to their usually high intellect.
• While mostly detached from reality, Rachel became quite protective of children because of what happened to her and many others.
• Always keeps a knife on her.
• Her proudest moment is extracting the layout of a building her team had to navigate from a korta logistics officer.

Name:
Terry Goldmire

Age:
18

Physical Description:
Unlike many of the other children, Terry is not conventionally attractive due to the massive burn scars that cover his body. Despite the worries of his Rau'va caretakers and the stares of Ascendency citizens, Terry adamantly refuses to get his burn scars removed, viewing them as a mark of pride, shame, and hatred all in one. To compensate for this he has taken to wearing heavy clothing and wraps, prefering the inquisitive stares of strangers than the compassionate stares of the Rau'va or gawking of other humans. Otherwise, he looks as much as himself as he ever has, a 6'0 wall of honed muscle and bone.

Important items:
Kay's Axe- A standard issue, military-grade hatchet covered in knicks and scratches despite the obvious care that Terry puts into its maintenance. Belonged to Kay and was given to Terry when she wished to stay behind, a combination practical gift and promise.

Wraps- Terry has an aversion towards his flesh being seen. Part of it is to spare others the image of his ruined flesh, but mostly it's because Terry cannot stand to look upon himself. To ensure neither happen, Terry wraps himself in heavy gauze just to go through his day to lighten his mind. Easier to forget than to confront.

Ballistics Vest- An undershirt of soft but tough materials surrounding a core of armored dura-ceramic plates that can withstand a few pistol shots.

Heavy Stubber, Surplus Grade- A tried and true engine of human conflict, the heavy stubber is a simply designed light machine gun that Terry's enhanced strength allows him to carry as if it were a mere rifle. It isn't the best thing on the market but it's cheap, reliable, and unless the target is backing military grade protection or magic, it'll get the job done.

Nemesis Caduceus Glove- Held within an alloyed brace is every tool needed to save a life, though it was rarely used to do so. A Caduceus Glove is an item of triage, using a saw blade and drill to render armor open and get to the person beneath it before they die. The Nemesis versions were given to those combat medics who either went above and beyond the call of duty or were "lucky" enough to be in the special forces, enchanted with potent healing magic and equipped with the tools needed to work around the wounds caused by High magic... if the person was worth the effort at least. More often then not the Nemesis Caduceus Gloves were used to quickly kill those beyond saving and messily dispatch those who thought they could hide behind armor.

Short Bio:
Terry's life began quietly, humbly, and happily. Born on Hestia Prime, a colony world towards the borders of Ascendency space, Terry was fairly blind to the inner workings of the Ascendency, only knowing them as the government that bought most of the crops his family harvested that season and kept the "Bad Aliens" away. It didn't really matter to Terry, all that talk was too big for a farmboy on a backwater Agri-world like Hestia Prime to worry about... so he didn't. Instead, he focused on excelling at his studies and sports, particularly football.

As fate would have it, however, the Acedency did in fact look at its backwaters and found them easy pickings, the exceptional standing out like wildfires while extraction became a very low-risk operation. And so it was, Terry and the countless other backwater children were rounded up, divided by their specialization, and separated. Terry was sorted into the combat medic program and actually went through the injections and surgeries relatively unscathed, his life of farmwork and sports helping him along. He did everything he could to salve the situation for the younger ones, standing as a rock that they could cling to in this storm. It wasn't until triage training that Terry crumbled.

Something went wrong with Terry's batch and across the board, they lost their affects, suppressed their personalities, and gained a willingness to do whatever was told of them. Their branch of the program was deemed a failure, the group were not the compassionate combat medics who would run through the fires of hell to save a comrade, instead, they were soulless automatons who did whatever they were told. In fact, it was considered a positive turn in their projects development when a squad of "Terry's Batch" were ordered to execute Rau'va POWs and they did so without flinching.

Terry and his batch were redirected in their training and enhancements, becoming tougher and stronger as the learned how to make the wounds they so desperately fought to heal before. Time advances and Terry has gained some atrocities under his belt as well as a conscience nibbling at the back of his skull, and then Proxima happens and everything comes to a head.

To make a long, grueling story short, Terry walks out of an inferno carrying the one person he cares about in the universe, currently dying in his arms as he burns alive. Then things progress much as they have with all the other children, so much crying and holding and screaming. Yet when it was all said and done, it wasn't enough and the newly freed Terry found himself drowning in his rage, soon after he decided that something as cruel as the Ascendency doesn't deserve to live and when pardons came around he refused and joined with several others who had similar sentiments.

Spell List:
Regeneration Inducement (Change): Allows Terry to induce rapid healing in others and himself. He must take heed of the injuries before initiating regeneration as wounds may heal improperly, painfully, and disfiguring. Closing up minor wounds takes a matter of seconds depending on size and seriousness, major traumas can be dealt with in minutes as long as the subject stays alive, and limbs can be replaced in days if in constant contact.

Empathy Sense- Pain (Mind): Terry can feel the pain of others and pinpoint their locations from it, in theory, it was to make him a better combat medic but the reality of it broke his mind for the duration of the war. Terry feels all of their pain when he senses it, forgettable if all he needs to deal with is a paper cut, crippling if your legs have been blasted off.

Exceptional Skill List:
Exceptional Medicine
Exceptional Strength
Exceptional Will
Exceptional Marksmanship

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Full name: Alexander Kherol

Age: 26

Race: Human

Affiliation:
The Ascendancy of Man - 5-star general

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Appearance:

Alexander has short, neat jet-black hair and deep red eyes. He stands at 5'7, weighing at 63 kilos. He is fairly thin at first glance, but in reality, he is really fit physically for a human. He believed that despite all the technological advances that help assist humans in their convenience, he must always remain physically active, to keep his minds fresh, wash up the distractions and clear one's thoughts.

He is usually seen wearing his custom made dark blue colored uniform, with golden epaulettes, golden collars and artistically embellished sleeves. His torso area also has gold decorations and a white sash. At the top left of his chest is a 5 stars rank plaque, indicating his rank in the Ascendancy.

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Skills and abilities:

Undoubtedly the Ascendancy's most powerful weapon, Alexander is widely known for his devastating tactical abilities. A prodigy being developed at the right place, and at the right time, Alexander has the one ability that really strengthened him in his position as a military commander: the ability to predict other's intention. By just analyzing the position of the opposing enemy forces, he was able to predict his opponent's intention as a whole. In addition to this ability, Alexander is also keen on studying his opponents, not simply their battle tactics, but their history, philosophy, morality and so on. He tries to find out as much as possible about his enemy and exploit them. In the long run, the longer an opponent wage war against him, the more likely he is to lose the battle against Alexander, because if the he knew the opponent long enough, they would be nearly unable to outwit the general, being at least one or two steps ahead of his opponents.

As a 5-star general in the Ascendancy, it is indisputable that Alexander's ability as a fleet commander is utterly competent. He is perfectly capable of rapidly dictating a series of complex commands to his subordinates, keeping in mind where the major units and fleets need to be, and like a chess grandmaster, deducting the best plays using the information he has. He is familiar with a lot of attack and defense pattern.

In terms of personal combat skills, Alexander is fairly feeble, and can be defeated if met with a skilled opponent. But against a normal human, he is capable of withstanding against two or three opponents in a fistfight. He is also capable of using his pistol to defend himself, with mediocre accuracy.

Exceptional skills:

Exceptional Intelligence (x3)
Exceptional Diplomacy (x1)
Exceptional Tactician (x2)

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Biography (Warning: A lot of words ahead of you)