Ben's fighting style relies entirely on grappling and counters. His power set relies around disorienting the opponent with dazzling speed, brutal take downs and flashy throws. He refer to it as "Slayer Grappling"
His movements are quick and violent, opting to generally go low and dodge roll when possible. Similar to a greco roman wreslter, when fighting he is squatting and shooting for the knees.

■ Kobain Clutch: The Kobain Clutch a is running Kick that turns into a hold. The kick itself is a running one leg dropkick (also known as a shotgun kick). But the second it hits he tucks his legs and lands on the opponent, rolling with them and tosses them up on his shoulders.

■ Mindless Self Punishment/High Variant: One of his Staple Moves. Stepping in under High Attacks he sweeps the legs and pick them up for a old fashioned judo throw over the shoulder.

■ Mindless Self Punishment/Low Variant: Reversal for lowattacks is a little different in that he steps back, grabs their leg or arm and pull them into the throw that way instead.

A reversal that if timed, delivers a massive flurry of ki enhanced blows to the opponent's face. When the opponent kick or Punch, he’ll find that Ben sways out of the way in the last minute before delivering a massive, highspeed punch that is bound to send them flying.

A more powerful variant of the Shotgun Kick from Kobain clutch, only this time the kick doesn’t turn into a roll but stomp. As soon as the enemy's face is stomped into the ground, Bens heel explode with hidden shotgun shell.

His father, Alfred, has put a price on his sons head due to Bens refusal to bend to his will now that he is a vampire.

The Thorned Path employ a style referred to as Sechaktei Pit Hengsaa
or “Violent Truth”. The style is all about causing breakage and pain in the enemy, employing powerful, ki disrupting strikes and bone breaking kicks. His movements are very economic, and his kicks and punches snap in the shortest possible angle of attack.

■ *Bakbek/Broken Sight The most basic of ihs moves is Broken sight, which is a quick step in strike that smashed his palm to the opponents head. If it connects with your head, you are dazzled and your vision becomes briefly impaired. ‘Combo Starter’

■ *damri tich/Scorpion Sting A quick strike using his thumb, index and middle fingers to strike at an area on the body, disturbing the flow of ki, causing massive discomfort and lingering pain until the ki has been re balanced.

■ *lompeng nei karchhucheab / Spear of Pain
Channeling his ki throughout his arm, he thrusts it forward like a spear, and indeed, launches a spearlike projectile of twisted, malignant ki. If hit, the victim is wrecked with immense pain and find using his own Ki difficult. The projectile is reasonably fast, but travels only in a straight line and can be dodged. Powers up the more pain Kravann is enduring or causing.

■ Sva Tralb / Monkey Flip Dodging low, Kravann uses his powerful legs to deliver a ki-infused kick that launches the enemy upwards. ‘Combo Starter’

■ Lot khla / Leaping Tiger Pouncing forward, Kravann swipes with his fingers like a claw, ki hardening his fingers so that he can literally tear flesh. Can be used to intercept airborn targets or opponents launched by the Sva Tralb.

■ Double Hammer Kick (can be used while in the air)
The hammer kick is not part of the Thorned Path, but a old habit of Kravann from his past. Like most his moves, it is quick and powerful. The Hammer kick is like axe kick in that it comes dropping down from an fully extended leg. How ever, Kravann is able to pivot and deliver a second kick with his other leg just a second before should it miss or as the case is sometimes, when it goes right through the opponent.

■ *Embrace of Thorns
Kravann moves quickly up close to a enemy and grasps them in a bear hug while manifesting 8 spears of pain around them both. He then hold on to the enemy while each spear impales them both. However, all the pain he feels is immediately transferred to the grabbed opponent.

He is a vegetarian.

Calvin is an average-height lad, measuring at about 6"2', weighing at 180lbs. He has combed brown hair, dark blue eyes, and skin with just a tinge of coloration. His hands are just a bit larger than average. No matter where he goes, he bundles up expecting the cold weather of his home, usually wearing a sweater underneath a winter jacket, with a scarf around his neck. He typically wears simple jeans and boots, with brown gloves slipping over his hands.

-Easy Going
-Lazy
-Simple Thought Process
-Below Average Intelligence
-Loves Food
-Generally likes animals, even if he horribly misidentifies them
-Absurd hatred for walruses

Calvin is a pure-blooded Canadian, born to an oil miner in the Tundra. Without many other people to socialize with while his father worked, nor an official school to attend, Calvin spent most of his days with his grandfather, a practiced Nomad who explored the coldest regions of the world, but whose son had little interest in learning his ways. Calvin spent his days learning the Walrus-Wrestling style, a fighting style that both specialized in fighting opponents much larger and more vicious than oneself, yet also capitalized itself on manipulation of cold and weathered Ki.
Eventually, Calvin's father decided that Calvin's grandpa was a bad influence on him, and sent him to the city to live with his mother, an office worker in Toronto. Yet the teachings were already set in him, and Calvin continued practicing the Walrus-Wrestling Style. Yet by the time he was 18 and returned to the Tundra for more teaching, he found his grandfather had passed away, without teaching Calvin the rest of the style. Seeking to fulfill his family's legacy (and really having nothing better to do), Calvin set out into the world to become a Nomad himself, traveling the world to master his own power and maybe see some cool places while he's at it.

Calvin grapples his opponent, channeling his Ki into the opponent's body. Being unprepared for extreme temperatures, the opponent will quickly freeze and become covered with ice. However doing so is risky, as it requires him to wrestle them down and spend several seconds channeling his own, icy Ki into their body.

Calvin extends his Ki outward, covering the floor and surfaces with sleet ice, which both allows Calvin to slide along it as well as cause opponents to slip and stumble. Skateboards are for chumps, anyway.

Calvin creates a wall of ice. Given time to construct it he could make it firm and durable, but he can also quickly erect it, creating a brief barrier that can withstand a single attack or two.

Calvin sprays a small puddle of water, Which he can have quickly grow once an opponent steps on it, creating a small beartrap to freeze them in place.

Calvin covers his entire fist in a big block of ice, turning it into a large club, though it usually shatters in a hit or two.

Calvin spits, yet freezes it with his Ki, creating a chilly mist that can obscure the target's vision.

Calvin gathers a handful of snow and ice, which he packs together before hurling it at the opponent. Unlike a normal snowball, these projectiles are hard as rocks and could easily chip a tooth.

A powerful hand slap, capable of knocking a walrus unconscious, as well as giving a minor concussion to any capable Nomad.

Calvin sends his Ki outward, allowing him to freeze a massive ball of snow around him, to which he can then roll towards his opponent as an unstoppable ball of death. The longer he takes to prepare, the more mass and speed the boulder will grow.

Calvin gathers then throws a handful of Ki into the air, then causes it to rapidly freeze the opponent in thick, entrapping ice. This leaves the opponent nearly defenseless for several seconds, until they can either break free or Calvin beats them free.

His most powerful technique. Calvin channels all of his Ki into his fist, which he then slams into the opponent. It's namesake comes from his grandfather supposedly being able to launch a Walrus straight into the air by uppercutting them with it, though Calvin has yet to master that level of strength, with only a lifetime ban from hunting in Canada to show for it. As described, the move takes a large amount of power and energy to use, and can easily be avoided by lithe or unbound opponents.

-He's resistant to adverse temperatures and weather, as a result of wearing his coat almost wherever he goes and practicing his Ki to adapt to become cold and icy.

-His favorite foods are Spaghetti and Pancakes.

-He's banned from coming anywhere within a mile of a Walrus within the country of Canada.

Rod has black hair that he always slicks down. He stands at 5"0'. 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 metal cane, that also acts as a brilliant conductor for his Ki.

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

Rodney Lyte was born as a kid in the mean streets of Chicago. His mom died shortly after his birth, leaving his Dad to work long days as a programmer. With no parents to watch over him, young Rodney had nobody to protect him. Ever since he was 14, he’s been forced to fight in the streets to survive as a member of a gang.

By the age of 16, his gang fought in a rivals, in which all of his gang members were killed. He, too, would’ve been, if it weren’t for a Nomad to happen by and save his life. Introducing himself as Yi-Wun, he then began to regularly train Rodney in order to protect himself. Four years later, Rod became one of the biggest Nomads on the streets.

Yet the power Rod soon came to master went straight to his head. He was approached with the offers to become a celebrity amongst Nomad culture, fighting every other Nomad in the state and soon the country. But along the way, his old master, Yi-Wun, approached the youth, telling him that he used the power he was taught for his own personal gain. After denying his ex-master’s wisdom, he defeated him in single combat, cementing his devolution from hard-time street kid to an egotistical jackass.

Soon, Rod stretched his competition to the entire globe, fighting Nomads across the world and making his name even bigger, raking in more money, power, and fame than he ever thought was possible.

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, erupting into a violent discharge.

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 whips out a phone, calling one of his roadies to drive a car straight into the ring, running over the opponent. A few seconds later, just as they try to get back up, they reverse, crushing them underneath again. Just when they think it’s over, Rod throws the phone over his shoulder, hitting them in the head.

Rod has little defensive maneuvers, leaving him exposed in actual close combat. He also has a strong tendency to overestimate himself or make fatal mistakes due to his own arrogance and stupidity.

What else?

Ivory is a long silver-gray haired young woman with amber colored eyes. She's on the tall and lean side, standing at almost 6"1' and weighing 165 lbs. She doesn't have too much muscle mass on her arms, her body appearing more lithe and swift than physically powerful. She's small-framed, compared to other Nomads, even the lighter-set ones. This is largely thanks to her squandering physical power training in favor of practicing dexterity and wits.
Her usual clothing consists of a short-dress with rolled up sleeves, and thigh-highs. She wraps her hair into two strands in front, and a ponytail in the back. She also covers her hands with short black gloves. She also carries a multitude of lesser gadgets and devices on her person, courtesy of Horizon Frontiers. These include a contact lens that can record and transmit video, a grappling hook hidden in her right glove, and a utility belt hidden underneath her dress around her waist.

■ Observant
■ Focused
■ Disciplined
■ Determined
■ Pragmatic
■ Inferiority-Complex

Horizon Frontiers is a scientific foundation focused on biology and cybernetics, one of the largest in the world. On the surface they're a philanthropic organization, distributing free healthcare and cybernetics to disadvantaged people across the world, with facilities in practically every major country across the world.
Yet beneath the surface, they carry a much more sinister agenda. Their purpose for studying human condition and genetics, as well as producing cybernetics, is for the purpose of creating the ultimate lifeform, a project they've been aspiring for in the shadows ever since they were founded. The Nomad Society is the obvious focal point of Horizon's research, being paragons amongst humanity capable of tapping into their raw life energy. Yet only so much data can be gathered from an outside perspective, kidnapping and experimenting on them without being able to witness their true capacity. In order to gather true data on Nomads, Horizon needed some of their own.
And so Ivory, originally just the daughter of a high-ranking member of Horizon Frontiers, was thrown into the limelight. Testing showed she had a high potential for Ki, making her an ideal subject. Since the age of 12 the young girl has been raised to become a Nomad, going through relentless training at a young age. Yet while her potential for Ki was great, her physical strength was not. She overcame obstacles given to her with wit and fast-thinking, making her much more of a Pragmatic Fighter than a rank-and-file Nomad. Yet rather than discourage this behavior, Horizon Frontiers encouraged it, equipping her with deadly gadgets for her to use.
By the time she was Ready, Ivory became a bogeyman in Nomad society. Low-ranking, aspiring Nomads would go missing overnight, the only rumor of her existence being a gray-haired woman who escaped every time.

Ivory carries with her a string of smoke pellets, which she can use to create confusion and concealment from her opponent.

Ivory usually fights with a fan, which may look harmless but is actually made out of a super-light, razor-sharp material, making it a deadly weapon. She can also throw it like a sharpened boomerang, and is also magnetized to return to her hand. Just in case, she always carries a spare.

Using her acute reflexes and analysis, Ivory predicts her opponent’s next attack, giving her an advantage at avoiding it. The more she’s seen.a move be used, the more effectively she can evade it.

Similar to Anticipation, yet rather than disengage or avoid the enemy, she counters their attack, dodging it and then immediately following up with a precise strike while they expose themselves. However this is much harder to pull off than simply evading it.

A powerful flashbang device, capable of disorienting an elephant. Those exposed to it find themselves in similar waters, being temporarily stunned. Yet given how powerful it is, Ivory must take care using it, to avoid accidentally hurting herself too.

A long wire Ivory can shoot from a device in her wrist, letting her cross a long distance quickly. Useful for escaping combat or reaching a vantage point.

Ivory pops a specialized grenade and chucks it at the opponent, dealing large amounts of damage to them from a distance.

Ivory shoots a sleep dart at the opponent. While its unlikely to actually knock an opponent out cold, it still mugs them down and reduces their energy.

Using her analytical skills and alacrity, Ivory immediately attempts to disengage the conflict, creating an escape plan on the spot and following through on it.

Ivory sets down a trap, which takes several moments to arm. Once activated, it will immediately lunge at anyone who enters 10 feet of it, unfolding and disassembling to wrap them in an electrified net. The net is extremely hard for a normal person to break out of, but can only incapacitate a Nomad for several seconds. While not particularly destructive, it’s more than capable of ending a fight.

Ivory carries a full bag of explosive pellets, which will explode on contact when thrown at an opponent. While just one is a minor annoyance, hurling a dozen at once can be chaotic and disorienting.

What else?

Brave
Arrogant
Wise
Stubborn
Traditional
Brazen
Likes mentoring people
Protective

Some several hundred years ago, there existed a Dahomey king named Chibueze Baako; Baako was regent of many regents of the Dahomey people of West Africa and was among the nation’s first kings. He attains his throne in reaction to one of the founders of the nation. Adebayo was greedy and selfish; Baako, though he ruled a much smaller portion of the land, was quite opposite. Under king Adebayo, Dahomey conquers and spreads among the neighboring nations, but Adebayo conscripts men for war, breaks up families, and hoards the growing wealth of his people.

Young Chibueze Baako, son of advisor to king Adebayo, begins--alongside his father--plotting against the Adebayo. It takes many decades, and in that time Chibueze joins Adebayo’s army and with his father’s military training, Baako becomes a formidable warrior and strategist. He and his father spend close to ten years gathering allies to battle the massive Dahomey army and overthrow the king.

With the backing of the largest sect of Fon nationals and the aid of the smaller Adja and and Bariba tribes, Baako leads a revolt against the Dahomey king and his men. Baako and many of the Fon people are killed as well as the Adja and the Bariba; though, and the revolt is ultimately a failure. Baako and his men are hailed as heroes and deal a great blow to Abedayo and his power base..Unfortunately for Baako, his failure means he is tortured and killed alongside his father. He is hailed as a hero by the local population, and his legend grows in the coming centuries. As the true details of Baako’s rebellion are lost to time and fact becomes folklore and folklore becomes national myth, Baako’s spirit awakens after centuries of dissonance and wandering.

When the transatlantic slave trade begins and many West Africans are sold or captured and brought to the Carribean en masse like never before, they bring their folklore and myths with them. Among those is Baako’s rebellion. When Carribean slaves are denied religious practice, they form their own syncretic religions--African belief systems coded in and as Catholic Christian practices--and Baako becomes a patron saint alongside many other African folk heroes.

And so, when Santeria forms in the Carribean and migrates to Cuba during the latter half of the 19th century, Baako’s followers and worshippers appraise him a deity and conduct a ritual to bring Baako’s spirit back to life. It is sacrificial and--during that time--untested; in Santa Clara, Cuba, its strongest warrior offers himself as tribute. Baako’s spirit is evoked and possesses the body of the warrior. Reborn, Baako assumes control of this new vessel and--with some convincing of who he once was--Baako is elected the nation’s leader and establishes his own kingdom once again. He takes on a new moniker as well--Gamba, or, ‘warrior’ in Shona.

Gamba, indebted to the Santeria religion, travels the world proselytizing and spreading the word of its miracles. As an egun, or venerated ancestor, Gamba uplifts the powers and wonders of fellow egun (dead humans whose spirits were guides for the living in the Santeria religion) and along the way he encounters resistance. Resistance which he crushes with the might of his fists and his newfound mysterious power.

To this day, Gamba travels the world preaching the word of the Santeria and bringing enlightenment to heathens. And, as an egun himself, has sworn to protect the defenseless and the weak and (if he can) convert them. It is in his travels between the continents that he picks up more technical fighting styles, primarily Kipura and Nubian Wrestling.

Subtle pulses of ki radiate from Gamba’s legs--and the kicks in this chain hit like steel--as he exits the opening stance of Kipura dance, and he glides across the ground in a flurry of spins and twists while on his hands. If/when he reaches his opponent, he first goes to sweep their legs and if they jump, he chains into his next move. If the opponent does not jump, Gamba evades sideways.

From a sweep, if the opponent has left their feet, Gamba transitions into a standing spinning kick similar to that of a horeskick, aimed at the opponent’s unprotected legs after they have leapt. If successful, the opponent should be leaning slightly forward and--if they do not brace themselves--about to land face first into the ground. From here, he transitions into his next move.

With the twisting motion complete, and his opponent still in mid air, Gamba grabs his opponent’s head and drives it crown-first into the ground with a devastating smash. He does it hard enough for their bodies to bounce back up, where he will finish the chain.

Both of Gamba’s feet cease flashing ki subtly and glow bright and hot; he flips backwards, ki-infused feet smashing into his bouncing opponent and sending them skyward--or backward, depending on how well he connects. It is a devastating move which can crack face plate armor and, if one is unprotected, bruise some bones.

Gamba’s egun essence pulls itself from its body and covers Gamba with it; for the short time this is active, he automatically deflects ranged attacks using the tendrils of his veve (but for each ranged attack deflected, the time which this super is active is shortened) and takes half-damage from a physical barrage.

Gamba digs both feet into the ground, its surface cracking beneath his weight; the Ougun veve stretches and covers his body from head to toe. His eyes turn white once more and so does the actual Ougun veve on his back. For the duration of the Special, Gamba gains the strength and defense of Ougun himself; even punching the air will cause bursts of wind to feel like bludgeoning hammers as they travel toward his opponent from up close or at a distance. He becomes highly resistant to other demonic, shadow, and angelic attacks, and is able to cause great harm to ghosts, demons, imps, angels, and other forms of ethereal being.

He sometimes carries a machete.

Standing with a tincture of valor in his dark blue eyes, Katsuo stands at about 5'9," a bit below average for what you might expect out of a nomad, but that can be overlooked for... certain reasons. To add onto his rather unassuming appearance, he does have a rather average build, flat midsection with some difficulty in telling if he has any muscles at all. While he does stand upright, for the most part, he walks with a slight slouch. His clothes seem rather ordinary as well, wearing a slick black jacket with white stripes and indents here and there, with some fluff at the collar as well. The rest of his clothes don't stand out, with a plain white t-shirt underneath, some black pants and shoes to complete the style. Other than his confident and haughty smile and his obvious Japanese accent, the biggest thing that stands out is his sword. It's nearly as large as him and is a lot heavier than what the average could wield. Some parts of it seem chipped away, yet it holds a sharpened edge to it all, seemingly pulsing with energy, glowing red from time to time.

= Confident
= Excitable
= Idealistic to a fault
= Pompous
= Relaxed (Most of the time)
= Shallow
= Stubborn
= Tendency to white knight

Myths recount of many things, such as the tales and triumphs of figures who when on a spanning journey to return home, or the trickery of creatures that would inspire fear or lessons into the hearts of others, however there is one story that has been lost to time. Long ago, legends tell of a fabled sword that was wielded by a warrior and his descendants that would fall any enemy that was unfortunate to come across time and time again.

With each passing generation, the sword would become bathed in myriads of blood to the point where it was sopping wet with the crimson hue. As a result of the mixture of the blood bought with the lives of enemies, the blade began to develop powers and grow into its own being. It held an insatiable bloodlust that would only extend to its victims if they lacked the willpower to control it, forcing them to tame it through absorbing a specific amount of blood. Many lacked the strength of mind and soon it became lost to the sands of time.

Fast forward to me, Katsuo, a normal Japanese highschooler into his second year. Life was... decent I suppose with your typical family of four - dad, mom, a younger sister, and I. Life in high school was pretty friggin' great for the most part to the point of sheer perfection. I wasn't the top student across all classes, sure, but I was always expected to be in the top ten by my peers.

Participated in a couple of clubs as well, ranging from being Captain of the Kendo Club, a member of the Occult, Singing, and Anime Club, and even was a part of the student council. Never decided to go for President since I fear my perfect charisma wouldn't allow another person to be elected for the entirety of my semesters here! I did participate in a bit of track as well, though that was one of my weaker areas I would say.

Honestly, life got boring pretty fast, as not only did I have a set schedule, but I was always surrounded by chicks who would fawn over me. Jeez, I like the attention, but y'gotta tone it down sometimes, you know? Doesn't matter if you're cute or sexy. Regardless, I was strained for any sort of reprieve from this boring life was interrupted by a sudden visit from Aunt Camila, an anthropologist of sorts.

She claimed to have discovered the sword of their descendants and how a mystic (a fortune-teller, not one of those cute nekomata's at my school) foretold of a prophecy which I was shown wielding this weapon. The prophecy was a bit vague, but it basically surmounted to me repelling a great evil and saving the world. However, in using the sword, I would have to end up making a pact with it to satiate it with the blood of fallen enemies, which should be easy since I was attacked by multiple villains trying to shut me down before I could grow strong enough to fulfill my destiny.

So I spent the rest of my high school years not only dealing with the stresses of hot chicks and normal life, but fighting off evildoers while training under my master... god bless his soul. Regardless, with my high ki levels, training completed in about one and a half years, as well as my graduation, I'm heading out to prevent this evil from destroying our world.

Wish me luck, though I'm damn sure I don't need it!

---

Blinking, he began looking over the notebook once more, smiling to himself as he tapped a pencil at his lips, passing by many people who glanced over at Katsuo. Most of them made a few comments, keeping to themselves as they shrugged and continued walking out of the airplane terminal. He then beamed to himself before closing the notebook with a satisfying thwack as he lightly jogged towards the congregating group of Nomads.

Time for him to shine.

The only real training he has is from swinging this heavy ass sword around. Most of it is seemingly self taught with some of the basics nailed down, albeit nervously. Focusing more on overwhelming power, he uses his sword and slightly above nomad average amount of ki to try and slice at opponent with as much power as he can possible, albeit crudely and clumsily to a certain extent. He lacks any sort of fighting style and hasn't done a whole lot of research on how to really put it to proper use, but hell, it's badass! Along with that, he seems to switch between three different "stances," if you could call them that, unwillingly due to his sword. Depending on how much damage he deals or soaks up allows him to progress into different "stances," changing his defensive fighting style to one where he becomes no different than a bloodthirsty beast. So to summarize, think of a knight and berserker and how they might seemingly fight... this also may or may not reflect on a sudden change in his personality.

One of the major downsides to his fighting style is that he cannot access all his moves at once and is forced to play it by the ear when going from one state to another. Moreover, he can only change his state in a few ways, one of which is through Purge, which lowers his "blood" level. The other way he does this is through dealing damage or taking damage, which inadvertently increases his "blood" level.

Continuing along with his forms, each of them give him weaknesses to match the benefit; his Blood Starved state gives Katsuo high defense, but he lacks speed in this given form. When he transgresses into his Blood Thirsty state, his defense and speed become equal, making it so that he becomes a jack of all trades, but master of none. And finally, when he becomes Blood Born, his speed increases but he takes more damage in this state due to his defense become abysmal. There is also the fact that his personality alternates as well, but that's better done than said.

To follow up, while he does dynamically change during the battle and hits very hard, Katsuo has the tendency to overestimate his capabilities and act smug... a lot. Along with that, he has a sort of a romanticized predisposition, which means he may try to interject himself into specific situations and possibly make things a lot worse, especially when it comes to women. And most of all, from the way he fights, it looks like he lacks finesse and seemingly doesn't have a lot of substantial training.

■ He seems to carry around a notebook with him in his satchel. Has different scribbles in Japanese, as well as a page with his name in it and details over myriads of things. Along with that, it seems he has drawn chibis of himself using the weapon.
■ Seems to be a huge fan of the Soulsborne Series, as some moves he has written down in his notebook seem to be based off of the games.
■ Along with that, he seems to write small excerpts in the remaining space he has, ranging from short stories to journal entries.
■ Whoever makes a pact with the sword he wields will end up having their ki levels spiked; an example being is if a regular person made a pact, their ki would be boosted to levels similar to your average nomad.

Gabriel is a titan of a man, standing pridefully at 6'5" and is about 200 lbs of pure, solid muscle. His physical stature is athletic, as he sports the body of a gymnast or, as said by himself, a Herculean build. Among the many irregularities, normalcy still stands, whether its his rugged dark brown hair, a lightly tanned, almost sandy colored skin, and gray eyes... with glowing golden specks in them, not dissimilar to distance stars or the Earth's own sun. There are other... unusual characteristics when it came to his own looks.

He was born handsome, his own attractiveness teetering on the edge of impossibility... but Gabriel is genuine in his visage, yet he was too perfect to be real. It was as if he was painted on the canvas by Raphael, yet sculpted and given life by Michelangelo. Of course, this was completely intentional, being born as a designer baby as a part of a now depreciated, dilapidated rich family. He was meant to be physically alluring; they did want everything for their own child after all.

Of course, due to some... issues, he is forced to hide his breathtaking visage from the world, keeping everything, mainly his face, hidden behind hoodies, sunglasses, and so on. His muscular frame, on the other hand, is obscured by baggy clothing, though, it isn't too hard to tell he's a nomad, given his ki, and the fact that he covers his hands in ivory colored hand wraps.

⍟ Casual
⍟ Competitive
⍟ Conceited
⍟ Eccentric
⍟ Energetic
⍟ Friendly
⍟ Hedonistic
⍟ Immature
⍟ Tough
⍟ Uncooperative

The Cold War, known frequently for the tension and rivalry between the U.S. and the Soviet Union, as well as the threats of nuclear war, espionage, and myriads of other items. Both nations always vying for power, fighting not with guns but with money, propaganda, and so much more. While everyone paid attention to the ensuing conflict that came with the Space Race and Korean War, just to give a few examples, a much more subtler development was occurring somewhere in the U.S.

In 1953, just two years before the launch of the satellite Sputnik 1, the U.S. began looking into getting an edge in this war, via superior genetic development by possibly creating Super Soldiers. During this time, Nomads weren't as globally popular as they were in the 2000's, but they did still merited the wonders of researchers and scientists looking to see if they could replicate not only the strengths Nomad's had and their high ki, but looking into creating them with higher functioning brainpower.

In their heads, if they developed smarter and stronger people, they would not only have an edge physically, but be able to out-develop the Russians rapidly. Of course, this wasn't without two underlying issues that followed. For starters, the Soviet's did manage to get ahold of this technology during the beginning of 1955 and further more, one of the biggest events of the Cold War, the Space Race was about to occur.

How is this all relevant you might ask? The program for developing these Nomadic Super Soldier began to slow down in favor of much more broader pursuits, such as putting more funding into their Space Program, affairs such as the Bay of Pigs Invasion to name an example, took precedence over such a fantasy far from reach that the program was temporarily suspended. The Soviets on the other hand did not have the same issue and would go on to developing what would be known as Project: Lilith, with the name NIKA being later discovered by U.S. spies.

Fast forward about twenty-five or so years to around 1983, in which a frivolous rich family, known as the Bressols took to the stage of genetic development... or rather, funded it to say the least. Born to old money and supported by the small fortune inherited, Mr. Bressol came into learning about the genetic programming the U.S. was originally trying to undertake, but pulled out due to the funds. Out of self-interest and believing he would be lauded power, prestige, and more, he made an investment into this project, as well as made the demand that they would give their family the perfect child.

With multiple agreements being settled, they went on to create multiple tests, trying to keep this whole development in secret... which might of been a tad difficult due to the Bressol's tendency to gloat about it all, and their imaginative visions of what type of child they would be; they even had a name and gender prepared for him - he would be a boy known Gabriel... they were also a bit religious too by the by.

Of course, they did make other lucrative investments, such as hiring the "best" martial artist to train their son, sinking money into investing in the WMAF, and so on and so forth. However, it was during this time that they went into a great decline due to spreading themselves so thin that they struggled to keep up with their original investment. However, they were eventually reimbursed when the program declared that they would have conclusive results in the next few months or so, as well as details of the project. This caused the Bressols to spring into action, with Mr. Bressol swiftly impregnating Mrs. Bressol so they would be prepared for when the last results were in and they could prepare their child for the best they had to offer.

Later, in the year 1993, their perfect specimen, their trophy, their child, Gabriel, would be born. Even with their fading legacy, they made sure to give him everything they needed, grooming him not only to be the proper heir to their legacy, but a legendary Nomad. One who would exemplify (to them) the virtues of the United States and become a world wide hero. Of course, these delusions were sprinkled with humble bragging, letting rumors spread, and above all, molding Gabriel into the man he would eventually grow to.

However, there were consequences for leaking out such information.

This bragging, as well as involvement and attention hogging would eventually attract the attention of the organization known as KOSCHEI, the architects of the long running Project: Lilith. Even with the end of the Cold War years ago, tensions still remained at a high as they came to discover that they had managed to create the specimen known as Gabriel due to the Bressols. They surmised that this family must of had certain secrets due to their involvement, as well as possibly developing a possibly superior genetic being.

The organization took a venture to steal and possibly destroy this family, the organization developing these clones, as well as this so called Gabriel. The clone known as NIKA was given strict orders to take out the family and Gabriel first, as well as recover any sort of data they had before going for their rival organization and destroying the whole operation. In 2008, she took up the pseudonym of Marilyn Durand, and presented herself as a business woman from one of the companies in the US, taking an interest in Mr. Bressols project, as well as seducing the man to let her in so they could talk... business.

Of course, he fell for her trap, and was murdered alongside his wife. Once she found no information regarding the operation, aside from payments and the location, she was given orders to burn the damn house to the ground. She expected the young Gabriel to perish in the fire, but she was caught off guard when the fifteen year old Gabriel challenged her amidst the flames. She found it amusing and believed it to be an effortless fight.

Well, she was right about one thing. One solid hit was enough to not only cause her head and neck to snap back violently, but also sent her spiraling into the flames. Something about this power invigorated him, and inspired many emotions in him during the time. But with smoking filling the air, it was hard to concentrate on that as he rushed outside the manor, finding it all burning and broken with none of his parents in sight.

What happened to the young man during the following years was unknown. Most say he started his journey as a Nomad right then and there. Others say he sought the truth behind his conception. Hell, there were even rumors circulating that he was picked up by his Master and their organization to train the young man for their own nefarious ends.

But regardless of what happened, only he truly knows, stepping off the plane of his recent flight... to Zun.

Gabriel, while specializing mainly in close range combat, also utilizes a heavily Americanized version of Qigong, combining the Chinese aspects taught with American values and customs, even going so far as to base most of the ki-focused moves more on the meaning behind the colors of the American flag; he considers these attacks to be so strong that they could act as crippling blows. Along with that, his parents might of gone a bit overboard with designing their child, going so far as to give Gabriel the ability to control every muscle in his body if he wanted to.

Focusing more on the Qigong techniques he learned, the first was representative of the red on the flag - hardiness and valor. This was known as the Technique of Valor, which strengthens his physical form, as well as slows him down. The next form he learned was representative of the color white on the flag - innocence and purity. This was dubbed the Technique of Purity, which gives him the ability to concentrate his ki into a physical form and fire them as projectile(s), but at the cost of weakening the ki shielding him (i.e. he takes more friggin' damage). Finally, the last of the techniques he learned was representative of the blue on the flag - vigilance, preservation, and justice. This was named the Technique of Justice, which increases the speed at which he moves, but at the cost of less robust physical attacks.

While he does have access to all his moves from the start (aside from Supers), they are all heavily weakened until he focuses on specific technique, allowing them to be used to their full potential, taking the term "jack of all trades, master of none" to a radicalized extreme. However, his "normal" specials are not affected by this falloff in damage, but they do change in speed, damage, and ki consumption when he does use a certain technique.

When utilizing his Techniques of Valor fully, his muscle mass, while allowing him to become stronger, also causes his attacks to become slower, as well as the time it takes for him to recover. So, swifter opponents should usually be able to take advantage of him whiffing and just dodging his attacks in general.

When utilizing his Techniques of Purity fully, he gains strong, ranged ki blasts, but turns him into a primarily ranged combatant. The main weakness of this form is that due to how draining the attacks are, they not only eat away at his physical stamina, but at the "invisible shield" most nomads have, causing him to take increased damage.

When utilizing his Techniques of Justice fully, his muscle mass decreases just a little, bit causing him to become a lean, mean, gymnast-like machine. As said, he becomes swifter in this form, but has a decrease in how much damage he does, forcing him to do hit and runs. Tankier characters can take his blows in this form without breaking a sweat.

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Victor is a slender young man, with sharply-defined, yet slight muscles despite his lack of ki. He has pale skin, with neat brown hair. He looks every inch the typical 'boy next door.' If you spoke to him, you probably wouldn't know he's a rich man. He likes to show his wealth in useful things. Gadgets, equipment, media, furniture, properties, cars. He enjoys expensive things, but is understated about it. He doesn't coat himself in designer clothing. He doesn't buy a diamond-studded iPhone case. He looks just like an average twentysomething, wearing whatever the situation requires and carrying himself like just another young man.

One look at Trion, on the other hand, and you realize just what that unassuming "boy next door" is actually capable of. Trion One was designed as an anti-Nomad fighting machine meant to represent Victor in the field, and it shows. A large combat drone in an intimidating black-and-red color scheme (with adaptive nanopaint should Victor need to give it a new coat of paint on the fly), its armor is military-grade, and its weaponry is extreme even for an inventor in a world where literal demons walk the Earth and people can move at supersonic speeds, yet it accomplishes all of this while being deceptively fast despite weighing 375 pounds. As an added bonus, it's got some superb environmental insulation, including water- and dust-proofing. And yet, it isn't in the hands of the military, nor does Victor want it to be. It's true that he could make a killing off of marketing Trion as a military robot, but mass-produced anti-Nomad fighting machines would revolutionize the world, and probably not in a good way. At the end of the day, he's just a kid with a dream, and Trion is a means to live that dream. Releasing it to the public would open a Pandora's Box. He keeps a few extra Trion One models in storage, and has enough spare parts to build another one if it's destroyed.

Victor Langston:
--> Loose with smaller amounts of money. Smart with large chunks of it.
--> Surprisingly generous
--> Loves to tinker and build machines
--> Longs to become a respected Nomad in his own right
--> New to the Nomad lifestyle
--> Has a taste for the finer things in life
--> Unprepared for true bloodshed
--> A bit naive
--> Fond of video games
--> Kind-hearted
--> Strong-willed
--> Good at keeping his cool

Trion One:
--> What personality? It's a drone.

Victor Langston started out as an ordinary boy living in New York City. A tech whiz from an early age, he notably took apart his parents' TV and put it back together when he was ten. It worked flawlessly when they turned it on. His parents did whatever they could to let him develop his talent, allowing him to enter various contests, and enrolling him in a good engineering school. The trajectory of his life seemed simple from there: Graduate, get a good job at a tech company, and maybe he'd eventually start living the American Dream.

Then he won the lottery.

He had been prepared to slowly but surely work his way into success. Now he had $80 million sitting in his bank account out of nowhere. Well, he had always known what he'd do if he got his hands on that much money: Be smart with it. He invested half of it, paid off his student loans, gave enough to his parents that they were financially secure, and he still had several million dollars left over even after all of this. Naturally, he didn't really need to get a job, he'd already done his investments and was waiting on the returns, and he'd just completed his degree, so he decided to join the ranks of the noveau riche. He bought himself a nice house somewhere, got himself an expensive car, and went to a few five-star restaurants, the works.

But then it all changed when he saw a documentary on a famous Nomad. Thinking he'd like to become one himself, he paid top dollar for martial arts lessons from Zhang Wu, a man who claimed to be versed in the ki-using martial arts techniques that Victor sought. Victor picked up the basic techniques rather efficiently, and grasped the theory behind ki...but when it came to actually using his ki, it was hopeless. Wu would throw a fireball effortlessly. Victor couldn't even create sparks. Wu would split a boulder with a well-executed axe kick. Victor would break his foot in the attempt.

Eventually, Wu declared him a lost cause and refused any further payment. Victor's ki just wasn't accessible, he said. He had no idea what the cause was. The block could be spiritual, psychological, or even physical. And at the end of the day, Wu was a martial arts instructor. It wasn't his job to figure this stuff out.

So, fresh out of $100,000, Victor was left with bog-standard martial arts training that was fundamentally based around being superhuman, when he was just an ordinary dude. What was he to do now? He wanted to try out the Nomad life so badly, but he lacked the aptitude for it.

He was sitting in a chair on his balcony when the answer came to him. He didn't have to be the one fighting! Why bother with muscles and spiritual mumbo-jumbo when steel and circuitry would work just as well? And thus, two years and a lot of tinkering later, Trion One was born: A mechanical wonder, a remotely-controlled powerhouse that could chuck a mid-sized sedan across a football field with one arm, outrun one of Victor's own sports cars (he tested it himself!), and wipe the floor with the competition. He was at a tournament to compete with it when he encountered Master Zhang again. When he tried to demonstrate Trion One to his old master and show him that he had found a way to compete regardless, Zhang acted strangely in response to this, and then excused himself.

A nearby competitor started laughing at the display. When Victor asked him what was so funny, the man responded by saying, "Master Zhang doesn't teach people a damn thing! He's a con artist who uses his Nomad training to lure in rich kids like you, teaches them useless crap, and then declares them hopeless when they can't throw a fireball! You built your fancy robot for nothing! YOU GOT PLAYED!"

Victor was flabbergasted. If what this man was saying was true, he probably could have learned to use his ki after all. And he wouldn't have gotten all of those injuries, or dealt with the Master's constant insults. Instead, he had been conned out of a hundred grand, then wasted two years of his life building something out of a fucking anime! He sprinted away, looking all over the tournament grounds for Master Zhang, only to find that he had skipped town completely. This man had a lot to answer for if the allegations were true, and Zhang hadn't exactly kept his cool when he was showed Trion One. After Victor won the tournament with his fancy drone, he realized that he didn't need Nomad training, at least not for now: He had his own robotic soldier that he could control from anywhere on the planet! With a purpose set, and a tool in hand, he had everything he needed to roam the world, kick ass, and maybe bring a certain con artist to justice while he was at it.

Victor himself is not superhuman enough to be considered a proper Nomad, but he did grasp the basics of Zhang's fighting style, and sought out martial arts training through less-sketchy channels after the whole incident. As it happened, Zhang's fighting style was similar to the real-life martial art Wing Chun, a very quick and graceful style that he probably had picked up because it also happens to look incredibly flashy, and would make it that much easier to lure in new victims.

Of course, Zhang's style still assumed that the user had some talent with ki, and as Zhang intentionally omitted the lessons that would enable a student to unlock their ki, it's sub-optimal at best, especially since Zhang cut off the lessons before Victor had completed even the hand-to-hand portion of his training. And because Victor's hand-to-hand training is incomplete, Trion One's overwhelming power compared to the scrawny Victor isn't enough to make up the difference against a skilled Nomad.

That was where the extra training he did came in. Rather than go for those claiming to be ancient Chinese masters or whatever, he instead went to a standard kickboxing gym in his hometown and trained there. Sure, it wasn't Nomad training, but he had learned the hard way that you can't just buy your way to Nomad training, not without a lot of research and vetting. As such, his style is predominantly a striking style, favoring punches and kicks rather than grapples, holds, or throws. When using Trion One's neural link, he takes advantage of Trion One's towering size to keep an opponent at bay with its long limbs, though when the opponent is stunned, he isn't averse to simply whaling on them.

Trion One's robotic construction allows for several advantages over fighting himself. Trion One does not tire, which allows Victor to fight full-tilt without having to worry about conserving his stamina. He can also speak through Trion One to others around him, or use Trion One as a radio extender to intercept broadcasts from areas around it. Furthermore, Victor created redundant control mechanisms for Trion One in case one of them was lost, stolen, or destroyed. These are:

--> A helmet which interfaces with the brain, allowing him to manipulate Trion One as if it was a second body, up to and including receiving all sensory data from it physically. This method can't be used by just anyone. It requires extensive practice first, as the pilot's brain must use its own neuroplasticity to reconfigure itself to control two bodies at once. The process takes weeks, unless you want to be completely immobile while using it, which defeats the point of this invention.

--> A stationary control terminal, which can connect wirelessly to Trion One and typically needs a dedicated place to store it. This version is typically contained in an armored truck when on the move, and in Victor's mansion, behind lock and key, when Victor doesn't need to go places.

--> If all else fails, Victor can resort to using Trion One's basic onboard AI, roughly guided via a handheld remote-control and a pair of augmented-reality goggles. However, this entails losing some control over Trion One, which is probably a bad idea.

Of note: While Victor's idea of the Nomad lifestyle will probably have him visiting tournaments, where he will probably be engaging in regulated combat, Nomad battles are often life-or-death struggles nonetheless. In a situation where his survival or that of others is at stake, he's not above pulling every dirty trick in the book. Calling in armed bodyguards as backup, bribing opposing hired muscle, or even having Trion One gouge out an enemy's eyes are all on the table.

Trion One also has a variety of projectile attacks, which Victor uses to augment his "keep-away" fighting style. This, coupled with Trion One's built-in jet engines, makes Victor very effective at wearing down an opponent's defenses over time while minimizing damage to either his drone or himself.

Another important thing to note is that Victor included a basic auto-repair system in Trion's housing. As Trion is expected to be away from support for a long period of time if he can't dispatch people to retrieve it, it's important to get itself to safety if it can. Trion's basic AI, combined with its self-repair, can cause it to go online again after days of being completely trashed, at which point it will attempt to reestablish a link with its master. If it can't, it will go into a low-power state until it can. Of course, like with any machine, there's a limit to how much it can take. It's hardly invincible.

Ironically, Trion One's large size is a double-edged sword in close-quarters. While it can keep an opponent at arm's length much more easily than a smaller fighter would, you don't have to get that close-in to start causing serious damage to it. Furthermore, while it throws punches like a Mack truck, and has very high speed with its jets, its projectiles are unlikely to take out a Nomad very easily unless Victor is lucky enough to score several hits from charged attacks, more meant to wear down an opponent over time before it goes in for the knockout.

Furthermore, Trion is a mechanical drone, and has all the limitations that such a device has. The biggest weakness is that it must be remotely-controlled, even in its semi-autonomous mode. The connection can be blocked, intercepted, or otherwise interfered with, to say nothing of the dangers of poor reception. Not to mention that even the state-of-the-art onboard security can still theoretically be broken through. Hacking is a very real danger. In addition, even though Trion One can't tire, it can still run out of battery. The batteries should in theory last about two weeks on a full charge, augmented by deployable solar panels on its shoulders, but it can be realistically separated from Victor for longer than that, depending on the situation.

And then there's the elephant in the room: Victor himself. Victor is not a Nomad. He can't stop a bullet with his pinky toe. He can't shatter rock with his bare hands. If he's caught by himself in a hostile situation, without Trion or other Nomads to protect him, it most likely won't end well for him. On top of this, his wealth makes him a tempting target for less-scrupulous Nomads, especially if he's personally present in the combat zone. Not to mention that Victor doesn't have superhuman reaction time like many other Nomads do. This inherently limits what Trion is capable of relative to the competition, as a drone is only as fast as its operator.

What else?

Calistrophus is a scaly draconian standing at a tall 6'1", which is around average height for his race. He has dark yellow skin and a light peach-tan underbelly, has golden yellow eyes, and displays large spiny brown horns curling from the back of his head. His white bushy facial hair stems from large eyebrows and has a long beard that spikes at the tip, with white mustache wisps descending from directly underneath his nostrils. He also sports black claw tips from his hands and feet, and has a muscular tail with small spikes running down it.

As a sage for his village, Calistrophus is usually seen donning a traditional religious robe. It's predominantly tan, with yellow stripes, and has a dark brown undergarment underneath. It also dons green shoulder pads with small knots running down it. Some of the flaps that flow down the robe are engraved in Draconian calligraphy, which basically mention several philosophical quotes from other philosophers and religious monks. The robe also has a belt that wraps around his mid-section, which holds several compartments to store small items such as books, potions, scrolls, and other misc. His sword, "Kurogica" ("Balance" in his language), is extremely long, nearly as tall as himself, with a black blade that's inscripted with draconian lettering that glows a different color depending on the element he utilizes it with. It looks and acts much like an armorslayer sword, although the tip can open and close upon the user's wishes.

Calistrophus Draconius, or Callus for short, was born in an ancient underground draconian village deep within the remote northern mountains of China. This village had already existed for thousands of years, to the point where it's been rumored that they've seen the rise and fall of the first Chinese Dynasties. They never expanded into creating a larger civilization, knowing full well how the human race dominated the Earth. Only four other separate villages have ever been founded, with each not more than 10 miles away from one another. Further conflict with the humans will bring the Draconian tribes to ruin and so they hid within small villages far away from human activity. Yet they've rarely been seen by human outsiders, through occasional conflicts through sheer coincidence and luck. Only legends and rumors had been spread about the draconian people through the centuries, claiming that these lizard-like humanoids having access to magical supernatural powers.

And how right they were.

Callus was born into a line of sages, those who wield extreme amounts of magic and were lore keepers of the world. His family was the last of its kind. An average draconian can live up 200 years at most, living nearly double or even triple the lifespan of an average human being, in which many have seen a lot happen in their life time. He was born around the declining years of the Qing Dynasty, yet already did his parents have big plans for him. The local fortune teller of their village foretold of a time where they would become extinct, long forgotten as humans would expand and eventually find their village within the next few centuries. What would come next was unknown, yet knowing how the humans behaved, the fortune teller believed for the worst.

Yet they wanted to pass their knowledge and legacy towards a single individual, one prophesied to keep their traditions alive through their magic. As long as their practices, their magic, and ultimately their ideals lived on, they would survive in memory within their followers for generations after the Draconians die. And so, blessed and destined for good will, Callus was entitled very early on as the "Great Sage of Draconianism". In order to prepare him for this role, Callus was not only taught by his parents, but was also sent to the finest teachers of the other villages to reinforce on their beliefs to him. Each presented him a different way to channel his key, with each village being able to manifest their own ki into an element. These elements were fire, water, earth, air, light, and darkness.

After decades of training and meditation with these teachers, by the age of 50, Callus was ready to officially don the prophecy's title and to carry the legacy of "Draconianism". On that day a major ceremony was held in Callus' honor, as everyone from the surrounding villages came to bless him on his journey, and gave him the legendary Sword Of Sages, or what they call "Kurogica", or "Balance" in Draconian tongue. He was to travel the world in search for additional guidance and to form a school to keep the spirit of "Draconianism" alive. Yet the sage must never again return to any of the villages, as they feared he could be secretly followed by nefarious humans wanting to cause them ruin and spread the word on their existence. And with that, Callus left the village of his birth, never to return, as a "nomad".

Through his travels, he has seen much at what the world had to offer. At first, he kept his identity rather secret and usually came into sparse towns or villages. He eventually made his home near the Himalayan Mountains in Tibet, where he sought to practice his arts once more before becoming comfortable in becoming a teacher. But of course, the humans were soon to catch that he was certainly not a man. They began nicknaming him as a "lizardman", and some were curious as to who he was. Eventually, Callus was discovered by Tibetan monks, who recognized his Ki powers and began to worship him. In fact, they became the first students under the Draconian and eventually Callus' school became a reality. As of now, he had been training disciples for nearly sixty years, and has became a local icon for Ki users who come to Tibet.

Calistrophus' fighting style is essentially a mix of several martial arts techniques. Hand-to-hand, he often utilizes a form that combines Taekwondo, aikido, and jujutsu, while uses primarily Kendo when wielding his sword, along with other sword-based training. When fighting weaponless, he can change stances accordingly depending on the opponent he faces. His long limbs, thanks to his height, already make it fairly easy to hit opponents from a distance, much like an "out-boxer" does in boxing. He's usually calm in combat, and is nearly on the defensive in most cases. He observes the movement his opponent uses and attempts to fight against that style in which he thinks is the best counter to that movement. He attempts to tire out his opponent or bring him to a point where they think they'll win, only to suddenly go on an all-out offensive just when they least expect it. In short, Calistrophus is primarily a defensive fighter, only going for a quick burst on the offensive when the opponent's guard is down.

The same can be said when wielding the sword, its range being more than capable of hitting someone from a good distance. However, Calistrophus uses the sword also as a tool, such as vaulting off from it, using it as a make-shift shield, and of course to utilize his ki into elemental forms which it can wield.

There are six elements that are at his disposal. You have the four basic elements, fire, water, earth, and air, but also aether and void (which are essentially light and dark) which are used for ultimate attacks. Earth is Callus' primary element, yet fire, water, and air give him a different boost in buffs, but at the cost of lowering another buff.

Fire boosts his attack power, but lowers his defense.
Water boosts his defense power, but lowers his movement speed on land (unless he's in a body of water in which it actually implies the opposite).
Air boosts his speed and agility, but lowers his attack power.
Earth is neutral, for it's easily accessible as long as their's actual ground, and balances out both attack, defense, and speed.
Wood and Metal are also essentially neutral, for they cannot be artificially created, but they can be manipulated from the environment defensively such as in creating walls and being used as projectiles. However, they can only be manipulated when using the Earth element.

Callus can switch elements through "Combat Meditation", where he communicates with the surrounding environment at hand. For example, if he's in a rainy environment or near a body of water, he can focus on that element and change into the water element. If he's in a hot and sunny environment, or near an area that produces a strong force of heat, say a raging fire or volcano, he can change into the fire element. And if he's in an environment that produces strong currents of air, he can change into the air element. It all depends on what's around him. He is also capable of switching when nearby users that wield these elements are near, although he'd have to trick opponents to forcibly use these abilities first before attempting to switch to said desired type (i.e: fire type user igniting a large puddle of oil).

However, these elements are strong and weak against one another, so if an opponent uses something like water when Calistrophus is using fire, the latter's attack become far less effective due to fire being weak to water.

Light and dark must always be kept at a balance, each being able to be beaten if too much overwhelms one side. Light can created through a combination of all four elements through peace and harmony, while rage and chaos being the thing for darkness. Light is a defensive healing type, while darkness is an aggressive fighting type. Too much usage in darkness can blind the user and potentially can turn the user evil. Darkness should only be used in the most dire situations and only in very limited amounts at a time.

While Calistrophus' elements give him a boost in certain stats, it also lowers a certain buff from him (as stated in his fighting style). His fire element produces more attack power, but sacrifices in defense, making him prone to get wounded easily. His water element produces more defense power, but unless he's inside a body of water, his movement speed is nerfed significantly, making him less capable of dodging attacks as frequent. And his air element produces more movement speed, but nerfs his attack power, making his attacks less affective then they usually are. Only his default element, Earth, doesn't have a significant disadvantage, but also doesn't give him an advantage in any aspect as these buffs are balanced out equally.

As also stated, his elements can also be countered by other elemental users using certain elements, as shown below (although exceptions may apply):

Wood parts Earth
Earth dams Water
Water extinguishes Fire
Fire melts Metal
Metal chops Wood
Air is neutral

TBA

Alek has been trained in a Russian martial arts technique similar to Krav Maga, an Israel-based fighting system that takes elements from other martial arts such as boxing, wrestling, aikido, judo, karate, and several other close-quarter battle systems. He typically uses sheer brute force, balanced out with some tactical strategy and skill, to defeat his opponents. Within the realm of boxing, he's considered as a slugger-class, using raw power to incapacitate and even kill his opponents. However, he has no preferred form of fighting, as he usually does anything he can do to win the battle and come out alive. He’ll even play dirty by jabbing eyes and bashing groins to get through. While his armor is extremely durable, originally capable of tanking most bullet and weak-laser fire, the time travel process seemed to have weakened the armor considerably, forcing him to become more careful in combat. His boots allow him to fly and levitate for short distances and are also magnetic, allowing him to stick to most metal surfaces. He's even known to wield metal pipes or even his guns as make-shift melee weapons if need be.

Alek’s armor is rather bulky and lacks a little behind in agility.

While his armor is still incredibly durable, it does weaken overtime through battle as it isn't working at maximum level due to the time warp incident. His armor is strongest during the beginning portion of the battle, but overtime it begins to loose the enhanced protection overtime, making it prone to damage.

His face is the only part of Alek's body that isn't always covered in armor, making it a great target for long-range snipers and fast-footed opponents.

(Disclaimer: Russian translations may not be accurate to english wording).

Akhlut is a huge orca hybrid, standing at slightly over eight feet at the tip of his dorsal fin and weighs in at nearly 550 lbs. He sports the traditional colors of a regular killer whale, with black and white being his predominant colors. His massive mouth is lined with two rows of sharp, blunt teeth, perfectly suited in biting down prey and even in piercing metal hides. Two pectoral fins jettison behind his jaws, a callback to his cetacean origins, and while functional underwater they are useless on land. To replace them, he has two muscular arms with five thick fingers that are more than capable in strangling anyone he can get his hands on. Two pairs of spiked shoulder and wrist pads provide minimal defense against other opponents. He also sports a tail fluke. His regular clothing are made from brown leather - those being his jacket, tunic, and boots.

In his beast form, Akhlut resembles an Orca-Wolf-Wyvern hybrid, standing at a height of twelve feet (at the tip of his fin). He earns a hide made of sleek scales, producing a water-tight seal that makes him not only more durable, but still allowing him to be incredibly mobile in the water. His arms become longer, ending with a sharp "wing" that also connects to his back leg. Shoulder spikes flank his dorsal fin and his tail becomes more shark-like, looking more like a deadly axe.

Legends say, that long ago in a seaside village now known as Nuuk, Greenland, there was a man named Toklo. A middle-aged and grizzly figure, sporting a bushy beard and long smooth hair, he was a local fisherman for his village. Every few days he’d go out on his large canoe and capture fish for his people, often supplying a weeks-worth per catch. Having worn the mantle for nearly forty years, he was once considered as one of the best fisherman in the region, able to identify nearly every kind of fish or marine mammal and knowing each and every spot where said creatures usually congregate. He’s even known to capture seals all on his lonesome and legends say that he and his friend had killed an angry orca that threatened to turn over his boat. In short, he was a highly respected hunter, with some claiming he’s the son of a god.

Yet as one of the greatest fishermen in his region, Toklo doesn’t simply see the ocean as a simply a place to hunt for food. And not only does he enjoy in meeting the ocean every so often, he obsesses over it. This became more and more prominent the older he became, even to the point where he visits the ocean every single day, no matter his condition. He often finds himself out at sea during his hunts for days at a time, relying simply on the fish at sea to nourish his human needs. It also wouldn’t be uncommon to see him swim in the frigid waters either, usually for several hours, and miraculously not receive any frostbite. Toklo has claimed that he had always felt out of place on land and desired to be one with the ocean. Initially his remarks weren’t taken as seriously, at first minding it as childish aspiration before considering it as a means to express his passion for fishing. But when his days out at sea began worrying the villagers, both on the possibility of losing their champion and the fact that they will reach starvation, it finally became clear to them that he quite literally meant it. He was spending more time wading with the fish, then using them to help his people.

The villagers eventually concluded that Toklo became mentally unstable and ultimately banned him from their village entirely. So when he found out day later after the banning, the fisherman was utterly devastated. Casted out from his own village after being proclaimed as a hero and champion, he was forced to travel the icy tundra in search for a new place to call home. During his travels, he encounters a pack of arctic wolves and, through unknown reasons, decides to join them. Of course, Toklo was immediately rejected and nearly mauled to death as he attempted to run away into the hills. However, before he would become food to the pack, the fight was interfered by an evil earth spirit, Amarok, who took the form of a gigantic black wolf and scared off the pack just by his sheer presence alone. Having sensed the human's vengeance against mankind, the wolf decided to make the fisherman a wolf himself, only after having Tolko to become his servant and to do his bidding in exchange. Tolko, now a black and white wolf, agreed reluctantly as he forced himself to join under Amarok’s guidance.

Yet after serving the spirit for only a week, does Tolko still wish to remain in the sea. Now that he feels that he has been ensured to never set foot in an inuit village again, he vows for the perfect opportunity to head back into the affection of the ocean he has loved for all these years. So when Keelut ordered Tolko to ravage a seaside village, the rebellious wolf ran away after descending deep into the village. Now free from Amarok’s grasp, Tolko descends deeper and deeper into the depths below, ready to become one with the ocean.

Yet his duty on Earth wasn’t complete. As the spirit gatherer of the dead Anguta was about to take his soul to the underworld, he too was intercepted by another spirit. Agloolik, an evil spirit of the ocean, sensed Tolko’s distress and inspected his condition. Recognizing him as the prior legendary fisherman everyone was talking about, the spirit offered him another chance to redeem himself by placing him back in his human body. Tolko disagreed full-heartedly, insisting to the spirit to give him the body of that of an orca and to earn a body that will grant him revenge against the people who banned him from the village. Agloolik granted his wish, morphing his body into what many call a cross between a wolf, an orca, and a wyvern. Thus Tolko was no more, for he is now known as...

Akhlut.

For centuries afterwards as he terrorized the inuit people around Greenland and the nearby islands and coastal regions of Canada, destroying their villages and eating their fish and livestock. No one was able to stop him and the gods didn’t help for unknown reasons. Yes once they were able to trap Akhlut briefly in a glacier, various villages were destroyed by the malevolent beast, including Nuuk itself. Yet despite his absence, the inuit passed down their experiences to their descendents, eventually sparking great legends and nightmares for centuries to come.

Fast forward to the present day… Akhlut has freed himself from his icy prison and found himself in a strange new world that felt quite alien to him. His new default body is an orca-human hybrid, secretly provided by Agloolik during his frozen slumber in preparations for his revival, provided an easier body for him to move around in the urban jungles that littered nearly the entire Earth. The creature's spark for revenge against humanity has since vanished, yet it doesn’t mean he’s on the side for good. Attempting to blend in with his environment, he decided to work as a traveling mercenary-for-hire, joining anyone just to retrieve a sense of newfound purpose and to make a good profit or so. However, despite having to adapt to his new life, never does the thought of the ocean leave his mind in one form or another. And so once every often, when he doesn’t have a day that’s booked, he takes a nice refreshing dip into the nearest body of water and remembers the life back before his transformation.

Akhlut is a heavy-duty brawler, using his extreme strength to utterly demolish his opponent and his thick blubbery hide to take quite a beating. Yet he is no slugger, as he often produces unpredictable movements in combat to throw his opponent off. He's also no stranger to fighting dirty, or virtually with anything he can get his hands on. He's also surprisingly fast and agile, allowing to leap high distances to keep up with his opponent and dodge any incoming fire. While preferring to combat his opponent with his bare hands, he is also quite proficient in using heavy weaponry, like rocket launchers and mini-guns.

Akhlut also uses echolocation to search for his opponent when he's unable to see them. This is extremely useful when navigating in a pitch-black environment, or when he's underwater. Speaking of underwater, it can come as no surprise that he's extremely fast when swimming under the waves, using his tail and pectoral fins to move freely in the water.

Akhlut’s beast form is much more brutal and savage, as he strives to put his opponent down in a fit of raw strength and wrathful intent. He'll do whatever means necessary within the amount of time he has in order to decimate his rivals.

Akhlut is one big mass of aggression and anger. He puts up a very heavy offense and while his blubbery mass provides him with natural armor, his only defense is by ruthlessly attacking his opponent. A clever opponent is capable of outsmarting him through misdirection and by outmaneuvering the big lug.

The orca-hybrid often has a hard time taking things that are stuck in his blowhole. That means, if something blocks the passage, the creature's Blow-Blast and Geyser Burst abilities will be temporarily compromised. It's also a location where he can breathe so taking it out limits him in breathing from his mouth.

Regarding said mouth, one well-placed projectile attack inside Akhlut’s mouth can cause serious damage if exploited correctly.

Akhult's blubber allows him to keep himself warm in cold environments.