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The Hunt
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Ross

Ullross “Ross” Vallath

Age: Looks to be about 40

Gender Identity: Cis Male

Species: Dragon - Cursed

Appearance:
Ross is an older looking gentleman with a rough exterior and rather blunt personality. Normally wearing nicer but loose-fitting clothes and a heavy darker colored jacket. His height is above average, and his strong muscled frame holds many tattoos and scars. Most of the tattoos on his right arm are weapons of some kind towards his shoulder, past his right elbow are a myriad of different names with the occasional rune or symbol before or after them. There are a total of 24 names written on his right arm. His left arm looks more like a story of dragons and magic in ancient times. He keeps his sometimes-curly ginger hair and beard neat and shaved on the sides.

Eye Color: Gold

Height/Weight: 6’7” roughly 250 Lbs.

Hair Color: Ginger

Sexual Preference: bisexual

Personality:
He always seems to have a stoic way about him with a more annoyed or agitated outlook on the world. The man in his past was cheerful and always the first to lend a hand. Although he still likes to help and has a soft spot for teaching other races, he is currently dealing with his past trauma and is distant and cold to people. Being more matter of fact and to the point he is still healing and trying to figure out how he can move forward. Even through this Ross is still very professional and if one is able to break through the formidable walls he has set up, one could learn a great deal from him as he is very old.

Agent of the OMR: Yes, Senior Field Agent.
Was part of the OMR during the cold war but mostly spent his time in the Royal Air Force.
Recent Prior Service > Royal Air Force.
Rank > Captain.
Service History > 20 years fighter pilot and squadron leader.
Discharge Reason > Medical Honorable Discharge after the battle of the Shattering.

Reason to be chosen for the mission:
Ross has become a researcher and specialist into occult studies related to the Abomination that shattered the moon. Given his prior military service, Past involvement with the OMR, and general cooperative nature with them it did not take him long to rise to the rank of senior field agent. For once Ross is looking forward to someone else taking charge of a team, this lets him do the detective work he likes to do.

Biography: An Overview

> The Beginning
Ross came to being inside the deep glacier lakes and cold mountains of the Scottish Highlands. The world at that time was chaotic with magical energies and great beasts. He survived and grew strong through his aquatic beginnings. Devouring sea creatures of the shallows and great depths, this allowed him to grow stronger and bigger through the ages. Flight wasn’t something on his priority list, but he knew he yearned for it.

He would continue to grow in strength and power for some time until finally being able to comprehend speech and the magic flowing through him. Soon he was even able to shift into the size of the mortal races that dotted the north. He settled on the likeness of a chieftain of the north men, strong, hardy, and wise. Even this likeness he would carry with him as he watched and explored the early beginnings of men and the gods they called upon.

> Primitive Roots
Man had learned over many years how to manipulate and terraform the world around them. From mud huts to towering stone castles and walls. They were learning about themselves and the world quickly through magic and war. It almost seemed like they knew how to kill each other more than they knew how to love each other. In this time Ross was focusing on his own growth in growing his wings and flight ability while wandering from town to town spreading stories and knowledge of times past. Never staying in one place for long.

He kept to himself mostly, learning from men of all races and places in his travels. Even some deity’s and the odd dragon he was able to find and trade stories with. It was a time of expansion, a time of learning, and a time of war. It was a distasteful thing that he didn’t particularly like but dealt with it when he had to. The topic itself including its many strategies was something he simply brushed off. That was until the message.

The earth shattered, a mass signal sent from something that wasn’t from their world but reached us all the same. A message from a dying people or the warning from some great god. It was the same either way, the earth was in peril, his world was threatened. The technology of the age couldn’t do anything and most seemed to forget after some time. Ross did not forget. His protective nature forced him to do something he had never done, go to war to learn how to fight.

> Man, and their Machines
The industrial age soon came to be, dwarves and humans working together to bring their industries to bear and bring their people into a new age. For Ross it almost seemed to happen overnight. These mortals were soon producing goods, medicine, cloth, and weapons at an outstanding rate. The development of complex moving machines increased their ability to spread across the world and in time shrink the horizon on what was possible and how far they could go.

Ross was fascinated with all the moving parts and sat through lectures and classes pertaining to the metal monstrosities these men were making. The elves and orcs didn’t seem too fond of the pollution and destruction brought on by these changes. Soon a balance was brought up by struggle and politics pushing for the replanting of forests and the distribution of products through the world. It was a troublesome point as the many races pushed back and forth with the nobility as resources were sparse in some places and abundant in others.

Many political shifts and civil wars broke out during this time as the people were worked too hard without food or breaks so that the upper classes could become fat and wealthy in their thrones. This again wasn’t something Ross particularly liked and instead spent most of his time assisting the dwarves and learning from them.

> A World at War
With the new powers and expanding influence of the many countries war was inevitable. Trench warfare soon gripped Europe crisscrossing the once plentiful land with craters and death. Even the gods seemed to be at each other’s throats. The world of the mortals was quickly gaining speed at an unprecedented rate and was quickly showing signs of possibly even overthrowing some long-standing immortals in the realm of power and influence. Everyone seemed to be at uneasy place in their lives.

This type of warfare did not interest him but the inventions and creations going into them did. The mortals finally had flying machines. Fixed wing gliders, giant floating blimps, and armored tractors with cannons. The sudden development of such machines continued to anger the more natural races and gods this only seemed to fuel the fires of industry more. Until an uneasy peace was reached, and a nation surrendered.

During this time when Ross was not watching and occasionally helping the mortals build these machines, he was wandering through the country side. He witnessed a great many things from his travels. Walking or flying from place to place and getting to know the locals and their way of life. During this time he visited as far off places as china and japan before returning home. Traveling was a must for an immortal.

> Man Harnesses the Sun.
It was definitely a shaky peace in the world of man. Countries continued to grow and set themselves into stone. More mass killings of people on all sides and the gradual destruction of the world through pollution and exploitation of resources and people. This short few centuries were not Ross’s favorite as through all of this he knew that thing was drawing ever closer to their world. This price the world had to pay was spent in blood and war. One thing he noticed was that war and the technology produced during it was growing every year.

This was something he figured out early on, the technology that he could see and its implications were growing and for him he saw a light during these dark times. A light that meant they might be able to fight this thing in space. This alone was enough of a push for him to join the ranks of the Royal Air Force. The thing that he saw the most growth in was the growing power and complexity behind airplanes. With his knowledge and power he signed up with the air force at the time. The political powers at the time wanted him on the front line but he refused and told them if they wanted his help and expertise at flying then that is what he would only be doing.

Even then it was only as a training instructor. Ross himself only flew a handful of combat missions but even this was towards the end of the war so that he could see the power of these Jet engine fighters first hand. With the mortals harnessing the power of the sun in the form of a bomb changed everything almost overnight.

> A Slow Burn
The war was over and a new type of war began. The world was broken and needed time to heal, mortals and gods gathered and judged for what had transpired during those dark days of the last war. Some killed others imprisoned for decades to come. In the end everyone got what they deserved either from their actions or inactions during the war.

It was at this time that that Ross was now learning how to fly the new jet powered aircraft that the now Royal Air force was using. The other initiative that started up at this time was the OMR. This new initiative intrigued him and he was assigned to a research and development team with a few other instructors. By this time his legacy as a fighter pilot instructor for the RAF was rather well known. Not too many immortals took part or interest in human development like he did.

During this time he would test and assist in the research of experimental aircraft and spacecraft. Being a dragon and having a high resistance to fire helped them by putting him in the more dangerous tests where others may have lost their life. This again was something he enjoyed. He could both help the mortals learn more and help teach them at the same time.

In truth he was afraid. He knew what was drawing closer and their time was running out.

> The End times
It was picked up by long range satellites and foretold by seers of old when that thing was going to arrive. The day of reckoning, Ragnarök, Armageddon, Doomsday, Judgment day. In the end it’s all the same the world was once more at war but this time united for its continued survival. Angels and demons, gods and devils, mortal enemies joining together to fight off something that threatened them all. Ross was a part of the fleet that attacked the dam thing.

They couldn’t guess or speculate as to what they were going to be facing. Ross and his squadron of 24 small fighter craft where meant to intercept and engage any small craft that the abomination might use against them. With the dam thing coming alone as one massive organism their job shifted to destroying whatever it could use as offensive or defensive weapons. The mission of the strike craft from then on was to distract and disable what spike pods they could to allow the capitol ships time to engage the beast with their main weapons.

The team he had been training with for the past 8 years was made up of all sorts of races, primarily human but orcs, dwarves, and elves also filled the cockpits of the one to two man fighter craft. They grew to be a family, training and living in close quarters can do that to people. It was the closest he had ever felt for individual mortals.

The battle was intense and lasted many days, his squadron would continually provide supporting fire to specific parts of the beast, guide weapons and munitions to specific points, and unload their own ordinances countless times onto the beast. By the last day there were only 6 of them left and they still had one last run to make until they were out of ordinance and had to rearm again.

On this last run they were tasked with hitting one of its last eyes so the capitol ships could get more rounds off. His crew completed their mission but got caught up in a last minute attack from the beast. A barrage of spikes and tentacles sealed the fates of his last squadron mates and almost himself as well. One shot ripped through his shields and into his engine. He was able to get away but his ship still tore itself apart when the engine finally exploded.

All he could do was drift through space with an emergency responder and a chunk of a cursed barb in his abdomen. He watched as the beast was finally destroyed by the combined efforts of what remained of their fleet. In one last go the screaming finally stopped, a wave of magical energy was released from the beast as it died and the last of its energy was dispersed. The magic engulfed him for a moment and he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembers is a blue haired android carrying him into an airlock, saving his life.

> After the fall
He woke up a month later at a hospital. His human form took time to heal and he needed to shift back into his dragon form to heal faster. This was when he realized that he could not shift back, nothing he did worked. No magic healer, psychiatrist, or doctor could explain why he couldn’t shift back. The only thing they could think of was it had to do with the eldritch horror and the trauma of losing basically his family during the battle.

It took him another year before he could even use his magic again but quickly found it was different. Akin to wild magic, random negative effects would happen while trying to use his magic. Included with this was night terrors and dreams of the beast as well as something else that he cannot explain. Deep down it scares him that he might be consumed by this unknown magic and become a danger to others.

Through the next 5 years Ross would struggle with sleepless nights and whatever drugs he could use to try and sleep with the memories of those he lost and the shadow that seems to follow him. To try and pull himself out of this he has become somewhat of a specialist in the creature itself. Trying to find something that could make sense as to why he has this curse and what’s happening to him while also studying the lasting effects of the magic and influence even the corpse of the creature still holds over them.

This combined with his renewed effort to assist the OMR with their own issues. He was quickly promoted to field agent given his prior service and almost need to continue with something that can break his attention away from his curse.

All weapons and equipment must be registered:
Ross uses three weapons one is a centuries old claymore sword that is engraved with multiple runes of warding and protection. The other two are pistols that use his mana to power and fire them. He does have a wand made of whale bone that assists with his magic casting.

Skills and Natural Abilities:
> Strength and Endurance – Although he might be trapped in his human form Ross still has his former strength and endurance from his dragon form and uses this quite skillfully in combat and emergency situations.
> Deep Mana Reserves – Again he still has access to some of his perks from being a dragon and when you’re born from magic you tend to have a lot of it flowing through your body.
> Mana Sense – Ross has a keen sense of feeling abundant mana in the air. This helps him find items and people that may be magical or have some form of it on them. He cannot discern what kind of magic it is but can feel how old it might be. The only time he can is when it is related to the Eldritch Horror that cursed him in the first place.
> Pilot – During his service in the Royal Navy he was allowed to learn how to drive or pilot almost every vehicle in their arsenal. From tanks to motorbikes and gliders to capitol spaceships he is very well versed in effectively driving all kinds of motorized vehicles.

Magical Abilities:

> Dragons Breath – Even in his human form he can still produce a mighty blue flame out to 30 ft. from him. This flame can burn through almost anything except for things that are magically reinforced or made to be fireproof. His flame including most other types don’t hurt him very much.
> Fire Affinity – he has an exceptionally good handle on magic pertaining to the production and control of fire-based magic.
> Wild magic – Ever since his accident all his magic has an unstable element to it. Weather its backlash to himself or others while casting, an unintended event or change to the spell, an uncontrolled discharge during emotional outburst, or simply being unable to control his magic in the first place. Most changes to his magic are negative in some way when it does happen and are almost directly related to his recent trauma.

Likes and Dislikes:

+ Stories
+ New Food
+ Learning about new machines and technology
+ Meeting new people and beings
+ Drinking alcohol while reminiscing about the past
+ sitting in quiet places

- Night terrors
- His curse
- Overly loud people
- Overly aggressive people
- Bland food
- Crowds

Miscellaneous Facts:

He still likes to make other people smile and likes to help.
Good luck breaking through his tough exterior unless he already knows you.
Occasionally he will use drugs or lots of alcohol to try and get through a night’s sleep.
On one of his rare good days you might just catch him singing.

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The borehole

Kothar

Name:
Dave M Goodrich
Known Aliases:
Kothar
Appearance:
Standing 6'2" and weighing in at 210 lbs. Kothar is currently 35 years old. he is above average in Hight with dark red hair and darker red facial hair. keeping the sides of his head shaved and long across the top and back. his beard is kept neat when he can. his body is covered in tattoos that have clean cut lines and points reminiscent of a computer motherboard. they do not have any significance to his ability, its simply something he liked.

Portrait

Psyche Profile:
Subject - 194DY21 - Dave Mac Goodrich - Kothar.
Observant. Quiet. Curious. Calculating. a few terms we have come to identify this "Kothar" as an individual. although not outright psychotic like some of his fellow inmates. we believe that he is simply biding his time and trying to come off as non-threatening. we are unsure just how long he plans on going about this long con, but it will not matter.

His Alias Kothar comes from an ancient god of the forge from the ancient middle east. this alone promotes the fact that his ego and pride are very prominent and can be used against him. at his peak he described himself as a god of technology. this likely was the reason for his downfall, thinking that he was invincible gave the hero's the opportunity to defeat him.

It has been 248 days since his last incident where he somehow got ahold of a guards watch and quickly turned it into one of his minions. luckily his dampener stopped him from activating it before it could be destroyed. again, just another warning as to why no technology of any kind is allowed around him. he may have this guise of being without his faculty's but make no mistake gentleman. the cold-hearted killer that destroyed half a metropolis before being stopped waits just under the surface.

Background:
David was born amongst a small Irish village to Peter and Sarah Goodrich. His upbringing was rather mundane. The only things that stood out where his ability to adapt and learn new technologies, inventions, and his above average build. These talents made him excel through his early years.

Nothing ever presented itself as bad or ominous until he hit puberty, his ability to ‘talk’ to and shape technology around him to better suit his needs and wants. It started slowing with the odd mechanism or toy and soon became a small group of mechanical servants of different shapes and sizes fueled by his will alone. His original intention was to make his parents lives easier. That was until one of his creations went a little haywire.

This creation was meant to cut grass and instead malfunctioned after some local kids damaged it. This thing nearly killed two of these kids before the machine could be brought down. The ensuing backlash forced the family from the village and sent the authorities after David for questioning. In his haste to protect himself from the authorities his creations defended him and ended up killing the two men that were to apprehend him.

Confused and angry that his parents looked at him with fear, he ran. It took him a few years and a few back alleys deals before he was able to fully grasp his abilities and his Alias. Through the technology left in dumpsters, found in scrapyards, and scavenged at flea markets Kothar was born. Through hate, anger, and wanting to make the world more to his liking, he began his tirade across London.

He started small, a tech building here, a train shipment there. Until one day he was able to raid government server banks for information and parts. His creations growing evermore complex. Robots of all shapes and sizes with a reinforced combat suit he made for himself. Sure, local heroes tried to intervene and sometimes they would thwart his plans. He wasn’t invincible just very hard to capture.

It wasn’t until he unveiled his greatest creation, a nanite swarm built to break down organic and inorganic materiel only to replace it with technology to recreate the city. This forced the hands of the more powerful heroes to act against him. Half the city simply melted away before the hero’s defeated him. A super charged pinpoint EMP wiped out his machines and destroyed what they had created.

Kothar was defeated, the scourge of London taken far away. The injuries he sustained during the fight nearly killed him. His machines dismantled and reverse engineered, his tech was now being used against him. A show of humiliation for sure, at least he knew they wouldn’t use the nanites as the world governments outlawed them. Now he waits at the bottom of the borehole for his chance to escape these bonds he created. Bonds that hold many prisoners here, bonds that will be broken again.

Capabilities:
Kothar is a jack of all trades and master of none, but better than a master of one. His training has taught him to be versatile in any situation, being able to modify his tactics and tech on the fly to work any angle in a team or solo operation. From tank, to healer, to ranged heavy hitter. With enough time and resources, he can fill any role. He is also a support role with being able to construct weapons and armor for himself and others as well as making constructs of varying sizes and purposes. His powers alone are not why he is a difficult opponent.

Off the battlefield he is spectacular with any kind of tech, taking only a few moments to understand and adapt to any new technology. He can improve or change various parts of most mechanical objects as well making him a great mechanic.

Power(s):
Technoformation.
Kothar can not absorb technology and metal directly into himself, yet. The best he can do is coat himself in his tech to create his armor and weapons. What he can do is glide through technology on a small scale, this allows him to take apart, shape, and reroute technology and mechanical things without the use of tools. His will alone powers most of the tech he uses himself. Often batteries of some sort will be used to keep the tech he gives to others or his constructs going.

He does have or at least had several cybernetic implants that assist him, the only ones left are the ones behind his eyes and in his head to help with memory processing and eyesight. This helps him process information faster and gives his eyes a magnifying effect and limited night vision. The other three implants help to regulate his internal structures, the ones around his intestines where a result of his combat injuries during his last defeat. The other two are assisting with his lungs and heart to assist with air purification and to keep his heart going no matter what.

His constructs are not to be trifled with either, from sentry drones to repair bots to murder droids they all serve a purpose and are very dangerous. He is still working on artificial intelligence but that’s still a long way off. Depending on what he has he can have a certain amount of these bots active at one time, the less complex the more he can have.

Power Limits:
As it was said before, Kothar cannot freely absorb technology into himself although he thinks he may be able to with more practice. Without specially constructed nodes his sphere of influence that he has over his drones is limited to a one-mile radius unless being powered by other means. The more time he spends with specific tech the better acquainted he is with it and the better he can use it. Kothar can only keep a certain number of droids active at one time depending on their complexity.

Known Vulnerabilities:
These gifts take a lot of calorie intake to maintain and if he is not careful, he can tire himself out and pass out. If he is rendered unconscious any link, he may have with any of the tech he is personally powering will also be rendered dormant. Temperature extremes and environmental hazards can still affect him, and his tech. fire or heat especially can overheat his tech if it is not protected against it, electricity can fry it or wipe it out completely, metal controllers can destroy his creations rather quickly if they are not entirely plastic.

Also, as much as he hates to admit it, he is still just a human.

Motives:
To perfect himself, once this is acquired and the world cannot accept him, or he cannot accept them? Well, maybe mars will be a nice place to begin anew away from all the people. However, he does not believe that the heroes will just allow him to leave.

Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.

Recommended Containment Procedures:
Power dampener choker, this choker limits his mental ability and influence on technology around him effectively stopping him from giving life to his creations.
Limited rations, due to calories powering most of his abilities the prison limits the amount of food he can have a day.
No tech, anything that comes close to him must be analog for everyone’s safety.

Notes:
Theme song
DOOM Eternal OST - The Only Thing They Fear Is You

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star wars

Personality ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ stoic, stubborn, brash, hard headed, protective, damaged. Roak is a peculiar individual. this one keeps to the old teachings of the mandalorian and their way of life. he takes jobs and keeps moving flying as low as he can to avoid notice to avoid the fate of his clansmen for now. silence often accompanies him while he wanders alone aimlessly through the stars. this one can be slow to trust for obvious reasons. the galaxy has lost what semblance of stability it once had and now a ghost fleet threatens them all. even his visions and nightmares seem to get worse and worse. still he refuses to give up and instead thrives to keep pushing, keep building his arsenal of weapons and allies to fight. so that one day he may be able to find his home world and rebuild the mandalorian way. Notable Skills ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak has been hard trained from an early age to be a pit fighter. Stolen from his nest and bought as a slave. Getting up close and personal is no problem for him, and he always enjoys a good fight. But before he could fight he had other duties, mostly medical or repair. When not being used as a training dummy for the older fighters. Roak would find himself assisting some others in the medical bay or be tasked to repairing and reprogramming the training droids. Even through this the youngling would occasionally wander off and hide. Mostly to sleep or just get away and over time excelled at it. •- Close Quarters Battle / Saber Training — Better than most others, something about a blade and getting up close to people is exhilarating for him. •- Advanced Combat Medical Training — Had a knack and prior training for it and Elder Resol capitalized on it. •- Stealth — Even for a big guy he is pretty quiet and can melt away if he wants too. •- Tracking — Hunting is instinctual for him, even if he's never seen his home world. •- Repair/ Hacking — Through his years as a slave one of his jobs was repairing and sometimes reprogramming droids and other computer equipment. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔	_______________________________________________ Roak Vano Resol 22 Barabel Force Sensitive - Untrained, receives visions he perceives as nightmares.	Personal History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Roak Vano Resol was born during hyperspace transit aboard the Corellian merchant ship “The Ravana.” This ship although classified as a merchant vessel was at the time transporting stolen Barabel eggs. Roak and his clutch mates hatched on their way to a small moon controlled by a few Hutts. These Hutts made their money with controlling fighting pits across the small unnamed moon. Through fighting and training Roak grew strong and fast. Adapting very well to the rigors of training and surviving n and around the fighting pits. The young reptile knew little other than fighting and surviving. The only time he would get any education is when he was put in to help with the medical staff or repair or rework droids. All this fighting and struggling changed when Roak was about to enter his first battle to the death at a young age. At the time he was still rather small compared to the others. But before the fight could begin, the arena was raided by a small task force of Mandalorian's trying to rescue a vip, who was also in the arena with him. Seeing this as a way out into the vast places the others would talk about Roak was quick to assist and help them. He knew he was dead either way. After this and a few tense moments aboard their ship he was informally inducted into their group as a foundling. Over the next few years Roak would grow strong and smart. The Mando's trained him and taught him about the galaxy they all called home. the young adult has been doing extremely well with Elder Resol's guidance. the man in charge of their group. during a job the group of mandolorian's were ambushed and were all be wiped out. Roak tried to save them but was unsuccessful. the only thing he could do was run and fight another day. Notable Possessions ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Heavy Combat Armor, is the classification of his armor. With a black and green color scheme to represent his duty and sense of justice. Made to have more protection than standard Mando armor due to his close quarters fighting style. This armor has armor plates on the arms and legs and thicker armor on the torso while still leaving gaps near the joints for better movement and agility. Although mostly made from duraplast, the armor covering his vitals is durasteel. This heavy armor looks more like the ancient Mandalorian Shock Trooper Armor found in old stories and documents. The helmet supports a base combat computer and range finder as well as a sealed 1 hour emergency life support mode for toxic environments and vacuum. Short barreled blaster rifle, Lower range but easier to use in close quarters. Heavy Blaster Pistol, Holstered on left hip. Ryyk Blade, Tucked under his jet pack on his right shoulder, a gift from an old Wookie who he saved. Survival Knife x2, One on his left hip the other concealed in his right boot. Other Gear: Roak tends to pack a little heavier on the ration side of things due to needing a little more food than the others. He will also have some hunting or survival gear associated with his need to hunt during his down time. However, Roak is very capable of making what ever he needs on the fly and other than a few simple tools he doesn't carry much else.

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scorched earth wip

Turzo "Wrath" Drunoda

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Turzo "Wrath" Drunoda

Name:
Turzo Drunoda

Title:
Bringer of Dawn, Wrath of the 7 suns

Portrait

Alias(es):
Wrath

Age:
32

Gender:
male

Description:
Standing at 6' with an athletic build Turzo doesn't stand out in this way to his peers and is quite average. What does make him stand out is his blond and yellow hair that drapes just past his shoulders, orange almost glowing eyes that hold strength and resolve. Then most notably, ritualistic tattoo's that span his entire body. These tattoos seem to glow with orange, red, and yellow colors, almost radiating mana from them. The symbol of the Empire of Vaim etched in the myriad of symbols across his back.

Role:
Battlemage

Specialty:
Siege Mage / crowd control

Personality:
Stoic, Arrogant, Calm, Hard headed, Formidable, Dignified. A few words that can sum up the mage. He can be a bit hard to get along with but tries his best to work well with others as he does understand the value of team work but socially he can be a bit standoffish in a way that may make others feel beneath him. His sometimes hard to work with attitude steaming from his upbringing within the nobility of the empire. However, through his shortcoming's he has a very strong sense of justice, that sense is the reason he went into self-exile and fights against the empire.

Background:

A glimpse into his past.

Turzo Drunoda (pronounced Droon-O-da) was born as the 4th child of the Drunoda house. This house was seen as nobility within the empire with the head of the house being the emperor’s Justicar. This position was the highest judge in the empire that worked directly below the Emperor in terms of chain of command. The houses primary job was to execute any and all orders and laws given by the emperor and the council of nobles and settle any legal disputes that the local courts can’t do themselves.

To say that his upbringing was rough just depends on your point of view. He didn’t have to struggle to get food or worry about money but the rigors of growing up in a noble house came with its own difficulties. Testing to be a mage was at the forefront of anything else, then came rigorous training and indoctrination that began at an early age regardless of who they were.

Once he was found out to be a mage he was almost immediately taken away to begin his training. Because of his position with his house the elders at the time wanted to perform a ritual to attempt to use natural and artificial means to increase the mana that one can use. The ritual took nearly a month to complete from training, to meditating, to eating strange herbs, having experimental drugs and technology being used on him, and being exposed to strange magic and chants. The ritual finished with tattoo’s engraved in his skin with magic and him being near constantly exposed to it for a full day. It almost killed him and left him in agony through the process.

The recovery period was several months and after the elders in charge decided to shelve the experiment for future use because of the absurd cost of materials and an unknown result. After his recover and subsequent training it was found that his ability to use higher amounts of mana were successful but unrefined and otherwise nearly uncontrollable. The best he could do at the time was point it in a general direction and hope for the best.

With the new found abilities and the completion of his training he was immediately sent to the front lines. The empire was an expansionist one and more people and resources were always needed. It was also at this time that he took a vow of justice and to uphold the founding philosophy’s of the empire and what it represented to him. He was naïve.

He witnessed the perverted cruelty first hand that was the empire and it enraged him. The needless slaughter and atrocities committed by slave and mage alike towards the people that they were supposed to be annexing or freeing from their kingdoms. They were to him citizens of the empire and to see such wrought and destruction brought him to rage. A rage he did not now he had or could control, the ritual and the mana from it was effecting his ability to remain stoic and unmoving. Yet all that power he had only brought more destruction as the siege mage let loose his furry on his fellow soldiers and mages. Overwhelming their defenses with sheer might in an inferno that raged into the night.

He left after this and turned to the only kingdom that would take him, the Nation of Belisio. They were skeptical at first and still don’t trust him entirely, why would someone join the losing side if not to simply spy on them. Their suspicions were for a good reason after all. In return for his stay and working relationship with the nation he gave up any and all information he had on the empire as well as signing off any attempt at having a private life always to be under the watchful eye of the governing body.

So now he fights for them, with them. To defeat his former homeland and more than likely some of his family. To him justice must be met with justice but right now the only way he can see himself having any hope at snapping his beloved empire out of its blood drunk crusade is to fight against it. One day he does hope to return home and return to an empire that he may change for the better for everyone.

Equipment:
Mark 5 Mirage Displacement Field: This displacement field generator is fitted around the users waist, when activated the field generates an illusionary clone by reflecting hard light. By doing this it creates a mirror image of the user 5ft from them either to the left or right of them while also cloaking their true position thus creating the mirage.

Personal Shield Generator: protects against energy weapons, fitted around the users left hip and using several small metal disks stuck around the user to support the field around the user.

3rd generation hard-light Sword: this weapon uses hard-light technology to create a sword that can cut and burn through flesh and metal alike.

Prototype Mana Dampeners: the closest thing to cybernetics he has, this dampener works to regulate his use and release of mana to a controllable level. This prevents him from losing control of his magic and his emotions.

Abilities:
It should be noted that he can only use one at a time unless his inhibitors are disabled, in which case he is unable to control his magic to an extent.

Pyrokinesis: Control and generation of flame.

Terrakinesis: Manipulation of earth.

Photokinesis: Control and generation of light.

ElectroKinesis: Control and generation of electricity.

Extra:
He took the titles he has as they hold significance to his people and one of their old religions.

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WIP Daggers and roses

Character Sheet

Roman Ardur Ravenstone || 30 || Male

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Appearance

Height:
6'6

Weight:
275 lbs.

Eye Color:
blue

Hair Length/Texture:
short almost in a military type of cut, always neat and well kept.

Hair Color:
brown

Skin Color:
Tan almost bronze due to the forges fire.

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc.):
Other than bushy eyebrows and a neat, trimmed beard not much.

Distinguishing features:
Roman sports a mighty physique due to his work in the family forges, one that shows through his
clothing. His hands are rough and covered in calluses with many small and large scars across his hands and arms. Roman can be imposing, intimidating, and looks like he would have no trouble holding his own in a fight.

Clothing Preferences:
Whenever he finds himself in the south which for him is everywhere south of the mountains, he wears loose but fitting clothes of blues, greens, and purples when dressing for occasions. Otherwise, he wears a plain but sturdy tan coat with nice light clothes underneath. No matter the occasion however, Roman will always be wearing some form of armor in some fashion that he either made or one of his family has made to show off the family name. the only constant between his choices of clothing is a medallion he wears around his neck with his family crest a forge and hammer with a crystal molded into its center. this crystal looks clear like glass but gives off a faint aqua glow that is almost unnoticeable.

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Psychology

Likes:
- Fire
- Making things with his hands - admiring craftsmanship of any kind
- weapon training
- good stories and food
- gazing at the heavens on a clear night
- seeing people’s reactions to his gifts

Dislikes:
- people trying to be his friend for free services
- thieves
- humid days
- people that don't know when to stop talking

Sexuality:
+Hetero

Hobbies:
> Anything to do with a forge or chisel
> Mountain climbing
> Cave delving
> Cooking
> Occasionally helping others
> Dancing, singing, and drinking

Life Goals/Dreams:
Settle down with a good woman and have lots of little ones to carry on the family business and the Ravenwood name.

Personality Summary:
Roman may be a large and intimidating man but don't let that fool you for the joyful person that lies beneath his stoic exterior. Where he is from in the north, good times are few and far in between so you celebrate when you can and work the rest of the time. Because of this he can be very boisterous when in the right mood and company, the best friend you didn't ask for, a guy that just wants everyone else to smile and have a good time. he can be a bit of a handful sometimes when he gets carried away but won’t let his pride get in the way of a quick apology or admit that he was in the wrong.

This is not to say that he can’t get angry or lose his composure, he is only human. getting him to that point is hard unless you know how to get under his skin. he has a bit of a protective streak for those he cares about and can be quick to turn to anger and violence if they are in danger.

Some people may also notice that some things go over his head. He can be a little aloof when talking about things he isn’t familiar with and can sometimes have issues noticing social ques especially related to the opposite sex. However, his not noticing things all the time can sometimes make him seem more confident in himself.

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Background

Current occupation:
< First and foremost, he is a Varian noble of house Ravenwood.
< Roman's main occupation after this is a weapon, armor, and jewelry Smith and has just recently reached the title of master.
< Every Ravenwood is a trader and merchant at heart to spread the Ravenwood name further.

Any past occupations?
Tried a few things here and there nothing noteworthy.

Relatives:
Living in the far north is not the easiest and people can die easily, for that reason he has many brothers and sisters, but he is the oldest.

Skills:
+ Armor, weapon, and Jewelry smithing /repair /Appraisal
+ Above average strength and stamina
+ Attention to detail in his work and in people
+ Weapon Training, can’t make what you can’t wield

History Summary:
well, if you want specifics I'm always up for a beer and a story but to be short?

Life in the far north is hard and so are its people, it’s easy for someone to drunkenly wander home and never to be seen again. taken by the old gods, because of that we celebrate every little thing in this world and have many siblings. my home is the same, the Ravenwood family has many cousins, nieces, and nephews along with brothers and sisters, but I am the oldest and one of the few without a family already.

I passed our rights of passage into adult hood and focused on my trade rather than going out and finding someone to spend my life with right away like many of my siblings. we all work in some capacity at the family business, making intricate pieces of armor, weapons, and jewelry for the nobles across the continents and kingdoms. we are very well known, and we plan to keep it that way for many more generations. for that reason, we all must know what it is like to mine for your own minerals, polish and cut stones, and how to wield and wear armor. for us if you don't know how to wield a weapon or wear armor you can’t make it.

Because I have not found a mate in life my father and mother insist on sending me off to the social gatherings intent on having me wed one of the beautiful ladies of the court. at least I get to take a vacation from my craft occasionally and meet some interesting people along the way.

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Questionnaire

History
"What? history? I just told you are you deaf?... oh, you mean more questions about my history. Apologies, please continue."

Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?
"I would say a healthy amount of both, nurtured helps one to get interested in things and knowing what you’re getting into. Neglect is going to happen with a large family and on top of that one part of the northern philosophy is that all men must suffer, makes us stronger and forces us to grow."

When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?
"At the anvil, on top of a mountain, the bottom of a cave. better than the bottom of a bottle."

What were you like in your teenage years?
"Hmm, I asked a lot of questions and wanted to play with all of the shiny sharp toys."

How close are you to your parents?
"Like I said before I have a big family, but I would say recently we have grown closer since they have been dressing me up to meet someone nice."

Do you have any trauma that haunts you?
"Yes, I uhh, well, did something stupid and others suffered because of it. no, I won’t elaborate."

What advice would you give your younger self?
"In hindsight I think the silver inlay would have looked better on the kings shield rather than the gold."

Were you an obedient child or defiant?
"Well, if I have to choose obedient, one always has to be careful around a working forge."

What is your biggest regret?
"Spending more time with my siblings would have been nice but I made my decision to practice and hone my skills instead."

Romance
"That's rather personal don't you think?... kings’ orders? Fine."

Have you ever been in love? :
"Yes, her name is Sheila, and she is the best hammer I have ever worked with."

What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.:
"Uhh at this point anyone that is willing to support me and what I do, and I would do the same... I do like wide hips... I hope she is willing to have a big family."

How do you display affection? What is your love language?
"Art and being physical, I'm not the best with words but I'm good with my hands and I would likely give them gifts."

Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?
"Yeah, it was fine I guess, celebrating a nephew’s rite of passage and was making merry with a few of the local ladies."

Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?
"Yes, have you seen some of the king’s heirloom weapons and armor? now some of those pieces are works of art for the gods themselves. I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on some of those breastplates, pardon the blacksmith jargon."

What does marriage mean to you?
"a commitment to love one another and grow both of our families in both renown and size."

Are you currently crushing on anyone?
"I don't think I have crushed anyone lately, why has someone complained?"

Do you ever consider having children in the future?
"Have I been talking to a brick wall? you really should be paying more attention than just reading from a script and actually listen to the people you’re talking too."

Personality
"Are you asking me about my personality or is it one of those category statements again?"

Describe your ideal Sunday morning:
"Wake up early to a hardy breakfast and stare out the window at the weather before deciding what to do for the day."

What kind of person do you aspire to be?
“An honorable, hardworking man, a good man. Like my father and his father before him.”

What bad habits do you have?
“Uhh well I tend to get a little too focused on the things im working on and can sometimes forget to take breaks… or eat… or sleep.”

If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?
“Stopping my friend from what got him killed, it was my fault really couldn’t quite get the words right.”

What is your greatest fear?
“Losing my senses, being injured to the point where I could not work… a jail cell or worse.”

What are your pet peeves?
“Carless craftsmanship, someone doubting my abilities, people putting others down for their own enjoyment, to name a few.”

When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?
“Depends on the mood but normally alone or with one or two people but not a whole crowd.”

Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?
“How would someone fight with their tongue? That sounds hard to do I don’t even know how you would exercise your tongue to get it that strong in the first place… ill stick with my fists and let Sheila do the talking.”

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magus reaver

The Purifier

Name: Tilnak "Purifier"

Appearance

the figure on the left

Tilnak resembles that of a 7' 250 lbs. praying mantis. sporting a thick brown chitinous exoskeleton that layers over his body like a suit of armor, four arms two of which are best used for fine manipulation, and an insect like head with two antennae used for smelling and tasting, and two big black multifaceted compound eyes.

Normally he only wears his cloak with a few robe-like undergarments to hide his otherwise quite monstrous appearance the best he can, at least while he is in the city. some small multicolored baubles and trinkets can be found on his person as well as multiple large and small bags of seeds.

theme: Somewhere I Belong

Race: Belua - Insect

Sex: Male

Age: 12

Magic Divination: Thaumaturgy and Elementalism particularly in earth and flora

Abilities:

- Terrakinesis, the ability to shape and mold earth to his whim. This skill is one of the ones he uses the most for bulk offensive and defensive power.

- HydroKenisis, the ability to gather and shape water. Although still powerful and effective, this power is used more in tandem with his efforts to purify and regrow contaminated areas

- Flora growth, influencing the growth rate of flora either in a small area to grow seeds or in a large area to promote growth. It is used as the last step in purifying an area.

- Bringer of light, using the holy powers to bring about blinding light and push back the darkness of the miasma. a tool used for distraction, signaling, and to assist in the purification process.

- A Healing Hand, with the powers of light one can use it to heal almost any wound or purify curses. He uses it as the main force in purifying an area of the miasma. He can also use it to heal others and is quite skilled in his ability.

- Hand of judgment, an ability he refuses to use on anyone or anything that is not corrupted by the miasma. a devastating ability using holy power given to him by the old gods to go against his nature and destroy life that the Miasma took for itself.

Equipment:

Elder wood Staff - a staff grafted from a dying ancient tree with a bulbus blue sphere of sapphire wrapped around the top of it. This acts as his spellcasting focus.

Reinforced Reaver Cloak - This cloak is a bit heavier than most and not just because of its size, thicker fabric was used in its construction to add another layer of protection. runes cover its surface to aid him in mana regeneration and capacity. The blessings on it also help him condense and control his holy powers. there always seems to be something growing on it.

Brief Background:

Tilak is not sure where he came from or who his original parents were. he does however remember the kind old man that raised him in the deep forest. Reaching maturity at the age of 3 the old man taught him for several years about the worth and weight of life no matter if it’s his own life to that of a blade of grass. All life is precious and it’s up to us to keep the balance. keeping the natural order of things and fighting back against the Miasma and corruption. he spent 6 years with the old man going through his teachings every day and training his abilities.

2 years ago, he found a trail of corruption and destruction through his patch of forest, following it and cleansing the corruption. As he went, he came upon a strange sight. There was a small team of fae, humans, and Belua, he knew what they were based off the old man’s description of the other races. The team was fighting a corrupt beast and losing. several were heavily injured or exhausted and the beast, although badly wounded had the upper hand. choosing his timing carefully Tilak acted swiftly, stepping out from the tree line and immediately barraging the beast with earth attacks caught all of them off guard. The beast charged him, but he turned the ground around it into mud and then hardened it to catch the beast.

stone pillars pined it down giving him enough time to step up to the wounded beast giving it a quick prayer as it started to break out of the stone and then ended it with a flash of holy light nearly cutting it in half. After purifying the area, he healed the others that were injured. The group seemed to be suspicious of him but were a bit more open about his presence after that. When he tried to leave, they stopped him and asked him to come back with them to their tower. It took some convincing, but Tilak eventually ended up at the tower finding a place where he can do better and help heal the world.

Anything else we should know about you:

He has limited telepathy; he can’t read other people’s minds but projects his voice to others through their minds. Tilnak is aloof as he is still getting used to human society and behaviors, especially what they call sarcasm. Staying exceptionally quite in both speech and movement, he regards himself as a protector of life and will even heal brigands after they have been captured. to take a life is always a loss for him, the only exception is corruption. Putting someone or something down that is corrupted is merciful. Sometimes he can get tunnel vision when purifying areas of corruption to the point he won’t rest and/or completely ignore others.

Tilnak is quiet but not cold, always willing to help, and show others the beauty of nature. Even through his monstrous form he doesn't have much trouble earning the trust of non-sapient creatures. He can see quite well in the dark and one can often find him sleeping in strange positions and areas but he never sleeps for long.

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Raven Squad Male Heavy bioscience and weaponry

Ogre

Name: Asim Badir

Age: 36 looks to be in his late 20's

Nationality: American/Spanish/Arabic.

Callsign: Ogre

Appearance

Asim stands a bit shorter than most other heavy troopers, barely reaching the height of 6’10 he makes up for it by being built like a steel wall even before the enhancements. A stern contrast to both his parents that barely make it to 5’ but make up for it with personalities that are vibrant and passionate. Although mostly clean shaven from head to toe he occasionally does sport jet black hair when it does get a little long. One would also notice significant scarring over his left arm and shoulder, both from combat and medical procedures.

Occasionally when you don’t find him in his black under suit that helps him keep cool with his massive bulk, one can find him lounging around in gym wear with his favorite yellow tank top that says “average joes” across it. When working in the lab he will always take the proper PPE in the form of some sort of lab coat or sealed air suit. He can be formal just not as much as some of his peers, likely switching between his military dress uniforms or a simple vest, button up shirt and slacks combo.

History: Asim was born healthy into a large loving family that cared deeply for their community and helped others. Asim spent many days throughout his childhood volunteering and helping those around him with his family, from the homeless to the elderly it didn’t matter. He has several siblings but the one he always found himself gravitating toward was his older brother, he was always sick in some way always needing to stay in the hospital for extended periods. Even before he was done in school he knew he wanted to be a doctor and initially signed up in the military after school to be a combat medic and then slowly drifting over to learning more about CBRN.

Through his willingness to help and drive to thrive, he found that it took little time for him to adapt to his new surroundings. He made it up the ranks of enlisted quickly learning and growing through his training both as a soldier and a medic. Growing close to his squad over the years really opened him up to be a carefree individual knowing when and where it was appropriate to be a bit relaxed and caring for others no matter the injury.

His last mission was heart breaking, they were tasked with extricating some local villagers that gave them a significant amount of local intelligence. His team were able to extract the villagers from the town but were ambushed on the way out. The situation quickly turned into a mass CAS with most of the friendly forces being killed or disabled before the QRF could get to them. Asim saved many others despite his own injuries until he passed out from blood loss.

When he came too he was in a hospital, his left eye was gone and they were not sure if he was going to be able to recover his ability to use his left arm. But a few suits told him of a deal he could either retire receive his medals and live out the rest of his life or get the opportunity to be a soldier again. He didn’t hesitate to sign up for the project.

That was 6 years ago and a lot has changed, the process involved genetic engineering and a lot of surgeries, cybernetic implants, and new cloned organs. The first year was just going through recovery and psychological processing to make sure it worked and didn’t turn him into a monster. He spent his time reading and researching, it was becoming increasingly easier to remember subjects he read about and understand the concepts they were talking about. Eventually he found himself working with some of the scientists with the serum they were giving him while he went through his recovery and became more and more acclimated to his new body and the things it could do.

After he recovered and entered back into active service, he has been with special operations units since then, he started a pharmaceutical company with his family that has been doing very well. With his incite and breakthrough in the medical world Asim was even able to solve his brother’s medical condition and many others. Although his name is not listed in the files or patents he still feeds information on the things he creates for medical use to their company. Making them one of the largest companies in a very short time. Priding themselves on making the lives of humanity easier and pushing out the average life span even further.

Personality - Asim is friendly and caring with an almost obsessive need to continually better himself and his craft. He will always have your back if you befriend him and is always up for a good fight. Having a crude and often dark sense of humor paired with his wit has led to some interesting jokes and stories. It is hard to get him in a low mood as he is always smiling and trying to help those around him.

Skills:

CBRN – Specializing in chemical, biological, radiological, and nuclear threats and how to deal with them. His secondary mission focus on any and all outings he is the team’s expert on how to quickly and safely deal with any of the related hazards or weapons, from neutralizing chemicals to defusing dirty bombs and working with civilians to evacuate or navigate the hazard. As well as identifying the most well-known hazardous materials and how to treat quickly and effectively those that become injured by the substance.

Can’t stop won’t stop – Asim is incredibly strong and because of his “stunted” height has a bit better mechanical leverage than his peers, he is not the fastest but has stamina and willpower to press on no matter what can push him through most any obstacle. Even In his full combat suit with no power he can still push through and keep moving where others would be stuck in place.

Biomechanical engineering – Being one of the foremost leaders in his field does grant him several benefits and lots of funding. Most of his peers are off base but he still has several people that both help him with the logistics of getting in and out of his suit and making new and ever more potent drugs and cybernetic implants. He himself is sporting several implants including things that aid his basic bodily functions and a cybernetic left eye. He has made several drugs and cybernetics for the civilian market that has saved a lot of people and increased their general wellbeing. He also uses this skill for his weapon modifications.

Mutant Juice – Asim has a super soldier serum coursing through his veins. He volunteered for the program 6 years ago and was one of 10 that survived without debilitating injuries. This mutant juice as he calls it because the name for it is long and complicated gives him even more enhanced strength and stamina than he already had. It also gave him several other things his cybernetic enhancements support this includes enhanced sight, toxin resistance, cellular regeneration giving him an increased healing factor, increased intelligence, and he doesn’t need to sleep anymore which he thinks is not a positive out of everything. Even with these enhancements and organ redundancies he is not superhuman. All these things do is require more upkeep and make him very hard to kill no matter what he is wearing. On top of this the number of calories he must consume to support his bulk combined with the near constant need for physical exercise means he doesn’t have a lot of free time.

Heavy munitions – Asim has been trained with nearly every type of heavy munition from ship mounted Gatling guns to rocket launchers and rail guns. Not only does this make him able to adapt to the given situation but it allowed him to customize his suit into what effectively makes it a land battleship in some respects. His suit is somewhere between a tactical suit and a small mech, giving him the ability to change out his load out to the given situation even salvaging and using weapons he finds in the field if he has too. this includes the ammunition types he uses as he is known for using mild hallucinogens' in his armament as he has been quoted saying before "Geneva conventions? more like Geneva suggestions."

Tactical Suit:

Armored Weapons Platform

His Armored Weapons Platform is the result of massive amounts of financing and engineers. The first one off the line for super heavy combat suits. It’s powered by dual miniature reactors and customized to his specifics. Sporting several different weapons fired by both the user and onboard systems, the electronic warfare and sensor suite from the suite can see things the user never would and protect it from outside interference. Holding enough computer power for up to two Virtual Intelligence’s or one Artificial intelligence along with everything else.

The armor of this craft can even rival that of some main battle tanks and medium mech’s, inter laced shielding paired with exotic regenerative armor can weather any storm. Made to take a hit and throw a bigger one right back. Inertia dampeners help shrug off the momentum of enemy projectiles and even the multiple layers of internal shielding and sealed pressure suits on the wearer provide ample safety to the user from all threats. This beast of a machine can survive and thrive in deep water pressures, complete vacuums, and radioactive wastelands. It’s not the fastest thing around but the added jump jets do aid in its maneuverability but only slightly.

Weapons:

Main gun – Hand Held – GE Vindicator IV Heavy Machine Gun, a rapid firing low caliber weapon designed for suppression and anti-infantry / light vehicles. The rounds from this weapon are coated in his signature mild hallucinogenic, the toxin breaks down easily after being exposed to the elements but if caught in the blood stream quickly produces vivid auditory and visual hallucinations for about an hour.

Left Shoulder Mounted - Bushmaster X Auto Cannon, a slow firing automatic cannon meant to be able to penetrate thick armor and heavy fortifications. The barrel extends from its position above his left shoulder to engage targets.

Right Shoulder Mounted – M50 Light Mortar, ammunition consist of basic fragmentation rounds, smoke grenade launcher of various colors, and tear gas canisters. It should be noted that the smoke and tear gas canisters both have the ability to use the same Hallucinogenic toxin he coats his ammunition in, this toxin quickly becomes harmless in the air when properly dispersed.

Melee – ZD-37 Can Opener – reactor assisted electric power fist with a cutting tool quickly makes short work of heavy fortifications and thick metal, very easily can crush or smash through objects.

Note – All of his projectiles are designed to break down easily and harmlessly over time back into the environment. Some larger rounds even have bio engendered seeds from the local vegetation to spread recovery efforts in war torn areas.

Equipment:
- Asim’s Helmet has an advanced HUD that his VI uses to display relevant battlefield information and targeting assistance.

- Advanced Virtual Intelligence “Rose” assists him on and off the battlefield.

- Extra meal rations and Medical supplies in spare compartment.

- Sensor suite that scans the environment for any CBRN hazards and biological life signs.

- Communications relay that also has a forward facing camera so others can see what he is seeing.

- Holographic projector, the projector is used to strike fear in those effected by his hallucinogenic compound. once dispersed the projector produces an image that makes him look like a red eyed demon.

Hobbies:
Working out and eating vast amounts.
sewing, enjoys slowing down and helps him with his fine dexterity.
lab work, some times when he's bored or out of inspiration he will make things for people or create ever more powerful alcoholic drinks.
meditation, closest thing he can get to sleep.

Likes:
-Drugs and Alcohol - most of the drugs he takes are hallucinogenic and help him relax and "dream" sort of, the alcohol is always fun especially in good company.
-Warm food and warm people.
-Keeping tabs on his family he still writes them letters.
-Metal and rock music.
-Any time spent outside.
-Being helpful to others.

Dislikes:
-Drugs and Alcohol, its a love hate relationship although he doesn't suffer negative impacts from them his body is very well adapted to getting rid of toxins and any drug or alcohol use is quickly out of his system.
-people messing with his work
-getting hungry
-rude people
-destruction of nature
-needless suffering

Theme Song:
DragonForce Soldiers of the Wastelands

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the demon kings expendables

Agar

Appearance:
Agar has the normal light green skin of his clan with black hair naturally growing down the center of his head towards his neck giving him a natural mow hawk. His yellow eyes hold a sense of understanding that would be rare to see in younger orc’s with his left tusk only slightly more pronounced then his right. A bit leaner and taller than some of his peers but only slightly.

Name: Agar (Pronounced A-gar)

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Isekai Skill - Not Yet Chosen
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age: 45

Past Life:
Agar was once known as Johnathan, a man from the great state and forests of Montana. Now his upbringing wasn’t much to be known about. A healthy relationship with his parents and brothers, growing up on a cattle ranch, and doing okay through high school. Nothing spectacular other than a few good games of football and enjoying his time hunting and fishing with his family.

After high school he joined up with the army infantry, eventually made it through ranger school and went on to serve two tours in Afghanistan leading a few squads of men and women. The time he served really got him a good understanding of leadership and the absolute worst that humanity could do and be. Some of those things never really leave you. After 5 years and luckily no serious combat injuries Johnathan was honorably discharged at the rank of Staff Sergeant.

Returning to his family home he quickly returned to the ranching life style. A ranch with equal amounts of valley and mountainside acreage at about 500 acers and 200 heads of cattle at any given time. The ranch always had work to be done. He himself found most of his time spent under the stars, repairing fence by horseback, and keeping the predator population in check. It is not an uncommon sight to find a large bear, pack of wolves, or some big cat harassing the heard. Never finding that he was afraid of them out in the forest by himself, close encounters sure but never afraid.

The beauty of the natural areas he always found himself in was not lost on him. Finding song sure did help to pass the time and fight his demons. Normally finding himself singing country or rock songs for his friends and family or just the cattle in the mountains. Solitude was no stranger to him and it wasn’t abnormal for him to go wander off into the forest for a week or two and come back fine. The army taught him discipline, his family taught him how to survive, and the forest taught him how to thrive.

One day while making a run into town with his pa to get some medicine for one of their dogs he met the local veterinarian. A cute blue eyed red head with a personality as hot as her red hair and a love for all animals. It wasn’t too long before they were dating then married. They built a house on the ranch and had a couple kids. If you were to ask him he would say he was a good dad and tried his best every day to be a good man, always there to help if you called.

One early winter morning he was coming back from taking his boys to school. There was a storm coming in and he was sure to make the point that a small storm wouldn’t stop them from going to school. Both of his boys were in high school with one planning to join the army after graduating. The storm came in on his way back home strong, with the already snow packed and icy roads it was dangerous but not something he wasn’t used to. The driver of the fully loaded 18 wheeler hauling steel beams did not have the experience that he did. In a moment of the thick snow fall and a patch of ice the big rig entered his lane. The last thing he remembered was the horn of the truck and then nothing.

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Rio Vega - Barrier Magic

Rio.Vega
Appearance | 15 | 165cm / 64kg | Male | "Hi! I'm Rio, what's your name?" PERSONALITY: | An upbeat soul and indomitable spirit are just a few of the things one could say about the boy. growing up sheltered and well taken care of has not killed his endless curiosity for the world. There are very few things that can sour his mood, always looking to improvise, adapt, and overcome his challenges with a carefree attitude. His curiosity often gets the better of him and he can come off as annoying or gets himself into some kind of trouble. Rio is not very aware of the hardships of this world and its darkness. He only ever sees the good in people and is normally very open about his own feelings about things. This can also lead to him being awkward or aloof. After all, he is still learning a lot about social ques and what's acceptable outside of high society. Freedom is something he greatly treasures, freedom to make one’s own decisions, and freedom to forge one’s own path. one would find a fast friend with him, and friends are one of the things he will fight for. always trying to find the easy way out of hard situations without hurting others as much as possible. striving sometimes too hard for the approval of others can get him in the wrong crowd if not careful. more often than not his naiveté gets him into plenty of trouble on its own. The boy does dislike structured environments and nobility. He finds it dull and suffocating, it’s the very cage he will always find himself running from. finding more mature topics or conversations difficult and uncomfortable, like talking about his past, emotions, or life and death. All of this is not to say Rio is a coward and will always run, he will fight but the boy just doesn't like to hurt people. | MAGIC: | Barrier Magic - calling forth his magic Rio can shape it as he sees fit. its applications are limited only by the caster’s strength, wisdom, and imagination. His barriers don’t follow the standard hexagon look like other barriers, his are made up of interlocking shapes that look similar to a spider’s web. It can be used and manipulated to cover large and small areas, to both absorb or redirect attacks. The barriers he creates are often purple in color. | SPELLS: SPELL LIST Sentinel - Defensive / support - Small personal shield’s he can erect In front of individuals he can see. Requires a great amount of concentration for more than two shields at a time. Hand Cannon - Offensive - A stronger version of the magic bullet, shaping his barrier into a tube for the bullet to shoot out of allowing for a more powerful shot. Must hold it with two hands. Bulwark - Defensive – His strongest barrier so far allowing him to erect the barrier in an area centered on himself to protect himself and others. requires full concentration and can be shaped or directed in certain directions if needed. more layers can be added at a higher manna cost. ABILITIES & SKILLS: SKILL LIST Beloved by mana - being of a noble lineage Rio has an ample supply of mana. However, he will often fake being tired to try and hide this from others. Free as a Bird - Agility and reflexes are his friend. He grew up running and dodging his family, their magic, and his handlers. His skills grew when he started spending more time in crowded city streets dodging through crowds. Occasionally using these skills to step out of the way of incoming attacks. Need a Distraction? - One thing that's not combat related that Rio excels at is distraction or causing a scene. Either through his acting, singing, dancing, or generally being clumsy. He knows how to get the attention of others and when the time comes, quickly retreat from the area. GOALS & FEARS: | My dreams? To be free and not have to hide from my family. To find my own family in the magic knights so we can protect each other. To make sure that no one else will have to worry about a cage or being a slave. | | Not being strong enough to be wanted, not being accepted by others even when he knows he sometimes tries too hard. Worst of all he fears building up a family and friends only for them to learn who he is and abandon him. | .............................................................................	A little over 15 years ago Rio was born into the Aindun noble family. The family was known for having some superior barrier mages but know far better for their shrewd marketing tactics and rumors of backhanded deals. Such deals always favored the nobility leaving the lower-class citizens to scramble and scrounge their money just to get by when living in the area his family controlled. Not to mention the price changes for their goods depending on the area you were in. The young lad learned quick how to talk and run yet showed little in the way of basic magic ability. Outshined by his siblings in all things proper and noble, he was quickly brushed aside. His handlers were more of a parental figure than his parents ever were. Still, they had a reputation to keep, and he was drilled day in and out on noble edicate. The lessons normally resulted in pain reinforcement when he inevitably lost concentration. He was 8 when he made his first escape attempt, his handlers picked him back up within a couple hours. The punishment he received from this, and his many other attempts scared his back, arms, and legs in places that are easily hidden by clothes. A testament to his will to be free for sure. Each time he made it further and further for longer durations but each time they would find him. Either by tracking him or putting out secretive bounties they would always find him. This never deterred his optimistic demeanor as he refused to let them break his spirit. Then the day came, he turned 15 and was allowed to attend the grimoire ceremony. His parents almost didn't let him go given his lacking magical aptitude up to this point. He was ecstatic when he received his book for him, it meant freedom and he knew exactly what he was going to do. With the distraction from all the others celebrating Rio slipped out into the darkness and ran. It’s been a few months since he slipped away. A few close calls just made him run farther towards the only place he knew he could escape from his family, The Magic Knights. He took the name Vega from the first family that was kind to him. They gave him some food and a place to sleep for a few nights and in return he helped them around their small farm. In time he made sure to dirty his appearance and found someone that dyed his hair black. Since than he has been relying on petty thievery and just being kind to people to survive. Stealing only small portions of food and the odd article of clothing.