Though rarely wears the helmet

Name: Elderayne Cromwell
Age: 60 (by his planets standards)
Gender: Male
Species: Leoin

Fighting Style: Tooth and Claw or Sword and Sheild
Favoured Constructs:Projectile fireballs, flaming sword and shield, a set of angelic wings.

Home Planet: Elderayne's home planet is one populated by anthropomorphic animal humanoids. Their civilization is one straight out of Arthurian legend where peasants, knights, and kings are common place. His homeworld is also special in that its denizens can learn magic of a sort. Energies that flow through the planet and through every being that lives there fuel their magics. While it is many do possess the ability of magic it's not uncommon for many to not have the ability. Magic also only works in the way of only having the ability to cast one or two types but on occasion there have been records in history of others being able to cast more than two types. However this amazing ability only works within their home planet as Elderayne discovers. Lastly their technological advancements are likely to be stuck in medieval times for a long period due to their nature and abilities therefore contact outside of disaster with their home planet is forbidden. This means Elderayne while chosen by the ring is not to return home unless under dire circumstances.

Bio: Elderayne grew up on his home planet living a simple live of a farmer. Growing his crops with his ma and pa as well as his two sisters. The family lived decently in their kingdom until war broke out requiring each son to of any family to report for war training. Here Elderayne learned he was attuned to the magic of fire and flight which granted him a position in the royal flight force. He trained well and excelled in flight for a Leoin who never saw the sky. Out flying most of his class he earned a position as a squadron leader before finally being shipped off to war. There he learned he couldn't rely on just his magics and began to teach himself as he battled in the ways of sword and shield flight and land combat. Finally in what would be the last days of the war his regiment came across an ambush. Fighting to the end his whole regiment was felled and he their leader was left broke and on the verge of death till a green streak of light...a ring of the green lantern Corps saved his life. Little did he know he was jumping out of the frying pan and into the galactic fire.

Name: Dorg
Age: 364
Gender: Male
Species: Diorama_Species_Scientist_#0076

Fighting Style: Dorg’s fighting style consists of mostly decking people as hard as he can. When he uses contracts he does so in a very deliberate manner, usually not doing so on the fly but rather taking the time to contract it right.
Favoured Constructs: Dorg’s most consistent construct is a fist but for the most part he’ll use his enhanced intelligence to make high-tech constructs.

Home Planet: "The Next World” was a manufactured planet that acted as a possible view into an ideal future where various far off species lived in peace. The creatures living on the planet were genetically engineer to embody the ideals of their creators without ever actually achieving them. You would have brutal warriors that would never really kill anyone, elegant poets who couldn’t tell you what a stanza was and so on. The whole planet was a massive sham, put on for educational and entertainment purposes. Geography-wise the planet was very broad, sporting hundreds of different biomes in it’s relatively small area. The planet had two main continents but it’s surface was around 30% water.

Bio: Ever since Dorg could remember he worked in the facility, an idealistic white base in the middle of an endless ocean. He, along with his fellow scientists, did their jobs studying the world around them diligently until Dorg began to find discrepancies in their research. Things weren’t adding up for Dorg, experiments being unable to be reproduced, facts were being disproven and some of the lesser used equipment turned out to not work at all. Despite their positions as scientists, Dorg was the only one to notice or care about this which lead to Dorg growing angry with his situation. He began searching for a way off of his prison island but to no avail.

Unbeknownst to Dorg, his Truman Show of a planet had now long since been abandoned, left to it’s own devices as its creators moved on to new and better things. This is when the artificial core of the planet began malfunction. The core began to take on a consciousness of it own and bring in the matter from the crust of itself to feed itself in the hopes of firing off this mass to find a new world to inhabit. The dark mass emerged from the sea and began smashing and consuming the facility. Dorg did his best to fend off the mass but it was no use, any tool he used was just absorbed into the living planet’s mass. That was until a blip of green pierced it way through the overwhelming dark and slid itself on Dorg’s finger. In the heat of the moment Dorg didn’t pay attention to the ring’s message of a corps, instead he felt the rings power and immediately got to work using it to bash and carve away at the beast threatening his home. The Next World’s dark secret was beaten back into the core of the planet where Dorg managed to trap it once again, saving his planet for the most part. From that day forward Dorg left his planet to serve with the Green Lantern Corp to protect his newly inherited sector and find a more permeant solution to helping his planet.