Jamie dresses with a distinctively Contemporary Western flair, a holdover from his days with the Texas Rangers. Most notably, he is almost never without a cowboy hat of some sort, and even his formal wear is evocative of Westerns, with fancy jeans, bolo ties, and cowboy boots. Typically he wears dark blue jeans and a grey western suit jacket over a lavender dress shirt. He keeps his whip on his hip, within easy reach, and wears a set of fingerless gloves when fighting.

- Polite
- Efficient
- Professional
- Amicable
- Dismissive of 'amateurs'
- Self Driven

Joining the Marines as soon as he could, Jamie graduated with honors from Annapolis and achieved the rank of Sergeant before retiring from the Corps. From there he joined the Texas Rangers, where he became known for bring able to bring some of the roughest ki-using criminals around to custody while building an airtight case against them. Eventually he was approached by MAVERICK and, with the approval of the Ranger Chief, he was allowed to join the ranks of the international law enforcement organization.

Jamie's fighting style is very grappling centric. Steeped in a police combat mentality, he uses his strength and skill to grapple opponents before subduing them with a flurry of strikes. To this end, he uses a whip to help restrain and control his targets, controlling them as he moves in like a bulldog. Beyond the typical ki augmentations of strength, speed, and endurance; Jamie specializes in generating electricity for his attacks.

Most of Jamie's special moves require room to swing his whip, which does telegraph what he is about to do. Furthermore, his whip has a limited range, and a sweet spot of use, meaning that Jamie is unable to hit targets outside the range of his whip and is less effective when he cannot get a full swing of his arm. Additionally, most of his hard hitting moves require setting up in the form of Entangle.

- Jamie does in fact still carry a pistol, and is quite a good marksman, but due to the nature of nomads it is normally of little use in a fight.
- Jamie is fluent in Spanish and English, but makes no attempt to disguise his thick Texan accent.

Back when he was still human, Adrian was a young man with a physical appearance that resembled someone in their late teens. His hair was short and a sandy brown with a faint tan to his skin and an about average physique. He had brown eyes and was just showing signs of a stubble before the incident. His favored attire was a red tank top with black jean pants and and a brown hooded jacket.

As can be seen above, his transformation means this no longer applies, especially since he, or rather she, spends so much time in it. Now he barely stands up to five feet, has short stubby legs and arms with their hair gold and flowing with one half having curled ends and the other being pointy. He also dons a witch-type attire that is split down the middle with one half being red and the other blue and wears white gloves. His eyes are violet now and his hat has an set of angel and demon wings on it.

Kind-hearted
Determined
Intelligent
Stubborn To A Fault At Times
Reserved

Adrian actually had a pretty normal upbringing growing up. He had loving parents, a nice home, some friends he hung out with, and so on. His folks weren’t very wealthy but they did well enough to get by and afford the occasional luxury. As far as he recalled, his family didn’t really have any connections to the supernatural world, no Ki Users or anything...but there was one oddity that always stood out in his life. An antique shop owned by his Uncle, David Jackson.

The young man tended to spend a fair amount of his free time hanging around the shop, fiddling with the various trinkets his Uncle had collected on his travels and even, at least as he got older, pitching in around the shop and helping to keep it tidy.

Of course, life didn’t stay so good forever. When he was just getting ready to enter High School, it suddenly came to the surface that his father had been seeing another woman behind his Mom’s back which drove a massive wedge between family members. Needless to say, his Mom didn’t take it well and filed for divorce.

Realizing what this situation could do to his nephew, David took the boy under his wing for a while and let him stay at his place, partly so he could finish his education. Of course, this event still left its mark on the young man as he became a little more withdrawn and took to his studies as a way to cope. For the most part, life went on as normal...at least until one Halloween night some time after Adrian had graduated.

See, a few of his friends had gotten together to throw a Halloween Party and his uncle had convinced him to dress up and go have some fun. Wanting to make something half decent, Adrian asked if he could have a rather strange hat he had found buried among the boxes from one of his Uncle’s trips. David agreed, not fully realizing what this would set in motion.

Adrian put together his Halloween attire and went out to the party...only for his attire to suddenly come to life, a voice echoing from his hat of all places that “they” were coming. Before he even had a chance to wonder if somebody had spiked the punch, a bunch of figures dressed in cloaks decided to crash the party. Being forced to flee, Adrian’s body continued to convulse as the hat tried to convince him to let it help. Needless to say, the young man finally agreed and he was transformed.

The cultists, laughing at his appearance, transformed into various monsters, thinking they had an easy fight...only for the new entity to crush the lot of them by “repelling” the air with such force that it created a shockwave which destroyed half the warehouse they were fighting in. Not wanting to face the media, Adrian fled and got the story from the talking hat.

Apparently, the “hat” was actually the soul of a witch named Verena whom had battled an ancient demon king 500 years ago and managed to seal him away at the cost of her physical form and being sealed herself into her own witch hat and lost to time. However, it seemed the king’s followers were gathering the Ki, or Life Energy, from human beings in order to revive him, and she needed Adrian to help her stop them.

Needless to say, the young man was rather overwhelmed and not entirely certain he wanted to be part of something that sounded like the plot to an anime...but any doubts were soon crushed as not long after, while visiting his Mom one weekend, he saw on the news his Uncle’s antique shop had been torn apart and his Uncle hospitalized.

Guilt-ridden, Adrian went to speak to his Uncle and realized that this was the doing of the demon king’s followers. As such, he knew he needed to stop them, so he made his peace with his Uncle and set out with his talking hat friend to travel the world, avenge his Uncle, and stop the Demon King’s revival.

Eclipse’s fighting style is, for the most part, self-taught and mainly consists of quick movements and unleashing flurries of attacks thanks to the nature of their powers. Their main power is the ability to utilize a form of magical energy that allows them to “attract” and “repel” items, people, and the environment around them. Despite the rather simplistic nature of their power, they have learned to utilize it in a number of unique ways that, despite a lack of professional training, has still made them very dangerous.

As stated earlier, Eclipse lacks actual professional training and discipline. Also, they are only somewhat more durable than standard humans and thus are still susceptible to damage, especially if caught in a combo attack. Their transformed state also means that they have to get close up to deal real damage to their enemies.

Adrian has also never been the biggest fan of colder temperatures and if his hat is removed, he loses access to several of his techniques, especially their super moves.

Both Adrian and Verena have a deep love of pastries and like to take naps, sometimes in the middle of the day.

Although he doesn’t admit this out loud, Adrian hasn’t always been happy with his physical appearance, feeling like he wasn’t born right. As such, his transformation makes him feel more comfortable with himself and his insecurities.

Eclipse likes to read and is a big fan of mystery novels and anything supernatural...though both he and his partner despise the Twilight series.

Are capable of "attracting" Ki energy in order to heal others when outside of combat though this requires intense focus.

They can alter their hair and attire on the fly to whatever they need but it is mostly cosmetic and thus useless outside of combat. They can also use their grown up form but must switch back when starting a fight to save energy.

Eclipse's hat also has the unique ability to store almost anything within it and be retrieved at a later date.

Of average height for his age. Amadeo somehow comes gives the impression of being lanky and lithe all at the same time. He dresses in trim, and fashionable clothing yet his outfits always look disheveled and poorly cared for. His posture is bad, usually walking around with slumped shoulders and hooded eyes. This seems to change when a fight forces him to get serious. His eyes snap open, wide awake.
His muscles tense and Amadeo seems to stand taller, throwing his fancy jacket and tie to the side and coming to life with a fresh sense of seriousness. His verdant coloured hair only seems to get messier though.

Lazy
Apathetic
Mostly amoral
Likes Animals
Looking for love
Likes the quiet
Sick of his family

Beneath the streets of Rome, hidden in darkness and lost in the winding tunnels of the catacombs is the secret lair of The Corvus enclave. An ancient sect of assassins with a history as torrid and bizarre as those they kill. For these are no ordinary murderers for hire, these are warriors who through dogmatic dedication have shaped themselves a dark reputation, even among the criminal underworld. Because to Those in the know, the mad crows are called belong to a group of people that others would call insane. They are... Nomad Hunters. It is here we meet the latest adopted son of this extended family, a black sheep among darker shadows.
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Father stood with his back to Amadeo, acting mysterious for whatever invisible audience he was always playing to. Amadeo was stuck in his own little island of light, looking out from it and letting his eyes wander to the tapestries and paintings that covered the walls. Each one showing some Corvus from the past fighting their own epic enemy or striking cool poses. The people he was supposed to be aspiring to be.

Father's voice cut through the quiet like a papercut. "Tell me, Amadeo. How many enemies do you think a warrior nomad might make?"

Amadeo found himself looking at his feet. Even though Father couldn't see him, acting like he didn't care about this stuff was all he could do to show he was his own man. "I dunno a few I guess-"

"Many!" Father barked. "Crime families, law enforcement, governments, beings from beyond! A Nomad dedicates their lives to conflict. Seeking it out and creating chaos where none existed! They shape themselves into forces of nature, natural disasters with minds of their own. Do you know why we dedicate ourselves to facing down such creatures?"

He'd never thought about it. Amadeo had never put much thought into anything the Corvus did. They'd plucked him out of the gutter and offered him a life of luxury that a street rat like him could have only dreamed of. They wanted him to train, to get strong and to fight people in return so that was what he did. It was that or lose everything he'd gained. Somehow Amadeo thought saying that would get him into the knd of trouble he hoped to avoid though.

"Cus the people they piss off pay really good money?" Amadeo said.

Father gave a gentle laugh. "That is a welcome reward for doing so, yes. But our true reason my son... is because someone must. Nomads are agents of chaos, a blight upon this world and only though purging them can we restore order and peace to the world. This is our solemn duty. A duty you have been failing in..."

That got Amadeo to perk up and pay attention. He'd been a good student to his extended Corvus family mentors, putting in as much training time as they demanded of him so he didn't get thrown out. It was just that he didn't have any great passion for the idea of hunting people down and killing them in cold blood. It wasn't like these nomads had ever done anything to him after all. He'd stepped out and supported the older Corvus but uuuh well he'd never landed a killing blow himself.

It all just seemed so pointless! At least they went out Amadeo got to get away from the city and out into the country air but then it got ruined by getting into some deadly brawl with a kung fu obsessed drifter. He was sick of getting dragged out on meaningless murder runs. He was sick of having the risk of getting thrown out of the family hanging over his head. Too bad for this chump then that there was nothing he could do about it. The Corvus respected and answered to one thing, power. Amadeo didn't have it, so he had to live with it. Little dod Amadeo know but Father was about to give him a way out of this crappy situation that was his life.

"That is why, my son, we have decided that you are in need of a pilgrimage. You must walk the path of our enemy and witness first hand the horror they create."

Wait, what? They were letting him out? Amadeo was going to get to travel the world? See the sights, meet the people, hang out with girls his own age that didn't get off on cutting jugulars?! "F-Father, I'm honoured." Amadeo stuttered, adopting a rare tone of formality. "If you really think I'm ready-"

"Oh I don't." Father cut him off. "But there comes a time when our young must be pushed from the nest. You will find your dedication to our cause, the order shall make sure of that. You will baptise your body and soul in the blood of these devils and return to us like the prodigal son. Or the order shall make sure that you do not dishonour it."

It didn't take a genius to read the implication in his words. Amadeo gulped hard. So this was his last chance huh? Well that put any qualms he had on the matter of bagging his first kill right to the side. "Understood, Sir."

This was bad but it didn't stop Amadeo from scheming away in his own head. There was an angle here, something he could spin to his advantage, there had to be! Maybe if he did a good enough job, a great enough job, then maybe he could win his way back into Father's good graces. Everyone knew that the higher ranking Corvus had more personal freedom and got to pick their jobs. If amadeo could win himself a place in the inner circle then maybe they'd finally leave him alone and he could chill on his own terms!

All it would take was straight up murdering some unlucky monk and hobo types. That part was going to be a real drag. If Amadeo didn't want to get it in the neck then he'd have to go after some big bad nomads. Hopefully none of them would be cute girls.

Amadeo is surprisingly defensive for an assassin. The ancient Corvus technique is focused on dodging and countering, since most nomads are eager to fight it always proved pretty easy to lure them into the open and fighting on the Corvus' terms. Amadeo's version of this fighting style is primarily focused on hand to hand combat and forcing his opponent into leaving themselves open to pressure and ki point attaxks. The Corvus style relies on speed, precision and dirty tricks. This works well for Amadeo as its economically minimalist movements means he doesn't have to put more effort in than he absolutely has to.

He makes some use of ranged attacks in the form of throwing knives that keeps hidden on his person like any self respecting assassin. Amadeo also isn't above throwing dirt in someone's eyes like any assassin with no self respect.

When it comes to channeling his ki Amadeo has learned his fair share of "Dark Techniques" most of which trade outright damage attacks for ways to hinder his target and neutralise the skills nomads are so fond of using. Designed for protracted and dishonourable fights, dragging on until the target nomad wears themselves out and drains their ki, leaving them as easy prey for the killing blow.

While he has a few ranged moves thanks to his throwing knives, Amadeo's fighting style is specifically designed to counter melee fighters. Ranged fighters leave him with very little to work with and he hates having to take the initiative and go on the offensive. Especially since he's a skinny guy who relies on speed and turning his opponent's strength against them. When it comes to his own attacks Amadeo is pretty weak compared to the average nomad and his own punches don't pack much of a punch. He can't take too many hits either, since his preferred form of defense is to just not get hit or parry a strike rather than tank it.

And outside of fighting he's pretty passive. Amadeo has hopes and dreams of his own but has spent his life being a follower and has buried most of his own desires deep, preferring to go with the flow and follow other people's lead until something pushes him to a rare bout of passion.

Corvus stage battle music/Amadeo's second theme

Rod has black hair that he always slicks down. He stands at 6"4'. His brown eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses, that he almost never leaves home without. He typically wears a white suit with gold accessories and a pair of purple pointed shoes, as well as black fingerless gloves that act to make his Ki expressions more precise, by narrowing the point it can leave his hands to just his fingertips. As if his outfit weren't flashy enough, he also wears a fur coat and carries a wooden cane, that also acts as a brilliant conductor for his Ki.

■ Entitled
■ Cocky
■ Sharp-witted
■ Narcissist
■ Arrogant

Rodney Lyte's father, Brian Lyte, was one of the original founders of Horizon Frontiers. As a child,
Rod was left by himself as his dad worked too often, leaving him to his own devices. He became a delinquent in his youth, and through conflict and violence eventually molded him into an amateur nomad. By the time he was 16, Horizon Frontiers had already begun extending it's research into the life energy known as ki. Being a ki user, Rod was hired, and then immediately used as a subject for research. They learned much for him, but as an around-average Nomad they soon lost any potential for experimentation that his father would accept.
And then, his father died in a car accident. Yet, Rod managed to spare himself the fate of brutal testing & autopsies by proving his use to Horizon, and soon became a field operative. So long as Rod can prove himself useful by giving the treatment reserved for him to other unfortunate souls, his skin is safe.

Rod is fast, deadly, and creative on the battlefield. His lightning allows him for several solutions to a problem, and grants him both a high mobility and a method of attacking the opponent at a range. He is the best mix of both a Rushdown and Zone fighter.

Rod charges up the lightning on the bottom of his shoes. Once he finishes, he skates along the ground towards the opponent. It deals very little damage, but can be very useful for moving towards the opponent in a timely fashion.

By overcharging his body's ki, Rod increases his speed by an overwhelming amount for a little more than an instant. This allows him to move as if he were teleporting a few feet.

Rod overcharges his cane with lightning, making an overhead attack with it. It if makes contact with the opponent, it will briefly electrocute them for a few moments, or until they receive their first hit.

Rod charges all of the Ki into his fingertips, then expels it through a bolt-shaped projectile. Can be used up to three times.

Rod charges his cane with lightning, then taps it along the ground, sending a small wave of lightning to roll along the ground towards the opponent.

Rod charges his leg with Lightning, then thrusts it towards the opponent. If it hits them, it will stun them momentarily.

Rod cups his hand full of Ki, creating a sphere of lightning. He can then hurl it a medium distance away, where it will then hover in mid air. If Rod wills it, he can cause it to burst, dealing damage to the opponent and stunning them. He can use up to three, but they each only last 5 seconds before fizzling out.

Rod shoots his opponent with harmless lightning while charging his own body's ki. This pulls both characters closer together.

Rod charges his entire hand with ki, and then lunges forward a short distance. If he catches the opponent, he overloads their body with his own ki, dealing large damage and momentarily paralyzing them.
However the feedback of the attack is so intense, it momentarily exhausts Rod.

Rod completely infuses his staff with his ki, then hurls it at the opponent like a spear. it's a fast traveling attack that deals heavy damage, though it has a relatively small size.

Rod's ultimate and most devastating technique - Rather than fight himself, he calls in a team of trained gunners to mow down the opponent. After 3 seconds, the squad will disperse. Deals much less damage than his other two super moves.

Rod has little defensive maneuvers, leaving him exposed in actual close combat. Yet to deal efficent damage, most of his attacks must be performed in close or short range combat. He also has a tendency to overestimate his own capabilities and is reluctant to admit defeat.

What else?

Vikkar stands at an imposing 6’7”. While this may seem tall compared to an average Human, he was quite short compared to the members of his order. His armor, iron-black and decorated with ornate design, is attached to his flesh and cannot be opened without seriously injuring Vikkar, as most of his movements are enhanced by it. But if someone were able to see under that outer shell, they would catch a glimpse of a man who had fallen long ago. Sickly skin covers hard muscle, and whatever face he once had is now a disfigured mess.

•Arrogant
•Proud
•Merciless
•Brutal
•Cruel
•Views Self As Superior To Others
•Unsociable
•Quite a Dick

Vikkar was raised by the Carolus family in ancient Europe, around the area in what would today be considered as Sweden. From age five, he was trained to be part of the Carolus elite: The Black Iron Knights. These warriors were legends in their own right, mainly due to their armor: A suit of heavy iron which was permanently fitted to a man once he was chosen and knighted. The strongest of them all would be crowned as the leader of the order.

Vikkar was one of these knights, but there was a problem. He was always a sickly child, and it carried with him into adulthood. He stood no match against the others, who were physically superior. However, he was himself superior in other ways, ambition being one of them. If he couldn’t win in an honorable bout, he would sabotage his opponent somehow, whether it be poisoning their food or throwing sand, which interfered with the joints in their armor. Long story short, he became the “rightful” leader of his order.

Conquest followed shortly after. Vikkar cared not for the bothersome codes of Chivalry, as he thought they interfered with more pragmatic matters. In fact, he sees honor as a weakness rather than a strength. It may have been one of the reasons why he nearly conquered the entire European continent. Over time however, his fellow knights became disgruntled with his leadership, and decided to deal with it themselves.

Due to their code of honor, the Iron Knights were not allowed to kill one another under any circumstances. So instead of ending Vikkar’s life, they ended his reign by forcing him into a magical coffin, which kept him alive for generations upon generations.

Now, he awakes in a world full of “wonders and blunders”, as he puts it. Seeing the technological achievements of the modern world fascinates him, but the dismal state of its people disappoints him greatly. With his old order gone, he seeks to conquer once again, but first he must become strong.

The Black Iron Knights were not foolhardy with their training; they understood the need to balance a good offense and defense. Although Vikkar may not have been the strongest of the knights, he embodies their fighting style perfectly, while throwing in his own devious machinations. “Up close and personal” is his bread and butter, and though his attacks lack an overwhelming force, they come out stupendously fast, like a boxer’s punches.

On the offensive side, his fighting style consists of ruthlessly accurate strikes, designed to end fights using the least amount of energy possible. On the defensive, he seeks to protect himself while also redirecting the heat of combat back towards his opponent. He also has his full suit of black iron armor.

He occasionally has visions of times long past, when he was at the height of his power. These visions fuel his current ambitions.