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[Owlriel]

Skyrim Character ('s)

Name: Railen
Race: Argonin
Gender: male
Age: 26

Appearance: Railen has a dark blue throat, and stomach. His head had several long horns like a dragon's in between is a thick plumage of dark blue feathers that stick up, and out when heavily angered. The rest of his body his a dark grey color, and ice blue eyes he has scars along his arms, and back all of which are bitter memories of his time in Bravil. He has well manicured nails as he has a habit to self groom when waiting for long periods.

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Art by Bakura-sama

Class: Assassin
Occupation: Railen is an Executioner for the Dark Brotherhood.

Personality: He tends to keep quite most of the time. Though once enough ale has been pumped into him it's hard to get him to shut up. Strangely enough he finds little pleasure in killing the innocent, but will accept the contracts given him. No matter how much it may conflict with his feelings on the subject, he makes up for it by helping those he can.

Background:

Long history

Railen grew up an orphan on the streets of Bravil, a city where even the most wealthy live in poverty. The houses were dirty, and crime ran rampant through the streets. He'd lived his life as a simple thief it wasn't easy, but it was his life. It wasn't so bad as he wasn't alone he had his friends, which to him was his family. However, their was one that he often had his eye on, a Khajiit by the name of Atrri. Her fur was as black as coal, and as smooth as silk. One day after a big score of a thousand septims, the group Celebrated with a fair sized cake stolen from the local bakery. as it was Railen's fourteenth year of life, their was a candle atop it accompanied by singing. He'd left the house to get some water from the well across the bridge, as they'd run out of refreshment.
When he returned their was nothing waiting for him, but blood. It stained the floors, and walls it was as if an animal had torn them apart. Their throats, and or stomach's cut open he was shaking. Railen could barely breath, but he knew the other pungent smell in the air. That oh so unmistakable stench of Skooma fists began to shak in his rage. Seeing Atrri laying before his feet her hands on her sword. He knelt down taking it from her, as he slowly shut her eyes. He stayed only long enough to say a parting prayer, before sheathing his sword. He stood, and looked out at his home one last time. Before shutting the door behind him, he wanted blood and he'd kill anyone that got in his way.

It was raining heavily the mud covering his boots, as he walked up the steps of the Skooma den. There was only one person inside his eyes narrowing down at the disheveled dark elf. His grip tightening on his sword he was too high on Skooma to even know Railen even existed. It only served to anger the young argonian even further. He slammed the dark elfs head into a wall. Making sure to get the damn creatures attention. The dark elf howled out in pain as they looked at Railen. Beginning to spout nonsense, and mercy.
"Did my friends get your mercy," Railen shouted.
He slammed the dark elf's head once more, he felt a satisfying crunch as he snapped his lower jaw. Yet still the bastard kept murmuring gargling on their own blood.
"Shut up! You don't get to talk," He roared, slamming the elfs head into the wall.
Railen kept beating on the elf gaining a great deal of pleasure from the elfs suffering. Till suddenly the room was silent, and the Dunmer's face was nothing, but a caved in mess. His eyes growing wide as he looked at his hands the blood covering them. He wanted to run out of there, but knew better then that. Stealing was one thing in Bravil, but murder was something that wasn't tolerated by any means. He snuck out the back as quick as could be, soon finding himself running after he was far enough away. He ran to the water jumping into it where the gorge wasn't so deep. He stayed there silently as he watched the blood come off his hands. Though that didn't make the memory of his friends go away, of the horrible deaths over a few meager septims. He stayed in the water till it was late the next day, he'd made sure no one saw him, sticking to the shadows; Where he felt most at home. He soon walked to the shore to be met by an odd laughing man.
"Who are you," Railen asked in confusion.
"I am Cicero mmmm yes you'll do great! I welcom you into a new family. Night mother saw! She saw your most stupendous act," he sang with a cackle, and a clap.
Railen's eyes widened he brandished his sword against Cicero only to be sent spining back into the water with a splash. He surfaced spluttering he hadn't even seen the clown move, yet the pain in his chest told him he had been struck.
"How? How did you do that," Railen asked.
Cicero offered his hand to Railen smiling, he shook it at him in a beckoning manner. As if to tell him to follow him, and find out. Railen smirked, and took Cicero's hand willingly following this clown wherever he went. Becoming a fellow protector of the night mother's coffin, even when they came to Skyrim he never left Cicero's side. He was well aware of the little mans insanity. But, he the man taught Railen everything he knows about killing.

When they met up with Skyrim's sect he was quick to make friends with the leader, by doing exactly as she told him. But, the dragons made life difficult it was during one of his missions, that he discovered how truly evil these monsters were. They had burnt a small defensless village that he'd been staying for the night. He'd helped he could, but it was just too much most of the villagers had died from the smoke inhilattion. The monster killed without thought, it didn't care who it killed it was a mindless monster. He shook his hands balled into fists of anger. As the memories of his family in Bravil swarmed his mind, he heard the roar of the dragon. He swore then, and there that he'd stop these monster where the dragonborn had so clerely failed.

Shortened History

Railen once lived in Cyrodill in the small dirty city of Bravil, he was orphaned by the age of eight. He lived with a small group of thieves, that had knit themselves into a tight family. He loved one of them more then the others a Khajiit by the name of Atrri. On the day of his fourteenth birthday he was once again orphaned by a dunmer drug addict. Railen sought his revenge with Atrii's sword, but instead of slashing into the Dunmer he bashed their brains in with his bare hands. As the Dunmer had begged for mercy, something that had been denied to his family. After the task was done he was put into shock, and sought the safety of the water, and shadows. Where he let the water cleanse him, after he came out the jester Cicero was waiting for him on the shore. He was offered a new family in the Dark Brotherhood, after a small scuffle where Railen got his butt kicked. He joined Cicero protecting him, and the night mother. When they traveled to Skyrim Railen was quick to make friends with those in the sanctuary. It was during one of his missions that he laid witness to the destructie force of dragons. They killed indiscriminetly, remembering his family that he'd had in Bravil he swore to end them all.

Skills
Adept One Handed
apprentice Restoration
Apprentice light armor
Expert sneak
adept lockpick
Apprentice archer

Equipment
Shrouded armor, one dwarven dagger, one steel sword, an iron sword heavily polished and unused, ten lesser mana potions, two lesser health potions. dwarven bow, 20 iron arrows

[Owlriel]

Real Name: Henja T'Vorta
Aliases: Void
Good or evil?: Chaotic good
Age: 23.
Gender: Male
Race: Kelranian

Appearance Normal: Henja is 6'5" royal blue haired muscularly built man with unnaturally pale skin, and grey eyes.

Appearance Superhero:

Art by Damienphoenix

Rivals or Friends:
Friends: orphaned street urchin Shiki, and Surgeon
Rivals: None

Powers:
~ He can regenerate from most wounds given enough time, if a limb is completely destroyed he has to regrow it which takes considerable time and energy. If it's just severed he can reattach it, and it heals quicker then normal.

~ Portal Generation/Scrying: Void can open private "windows" in space which allow him to see into unprotected areas, assuming he knows exactly where he should be looking. Once he has familiarized himself with an area, he can open a portal there which he may physically enter to transport himself. His windows are invisible to anyone but himself, or those who have entered his mind. The portals are visible on his side, but invisible on the other end, this allows him to enter locations stealthily. Though that is only within a range of a 2 mile radius, and takes him 30 seconds to open a portal.

~ Minor shape Shifting: Through the use of his nanites, Void can change his hair, skin color, and eye color. He can use a simple image he could copy a person's appearance, but works better if he's actually seen them in person.

Weapons/equipments/items:

~Multiuse nanites that can regenerate not only himself, but others that he counts as a friend. Though this takes hours, and a lot of stored energy inside him. Causing him to eat a lot to make up for the loss in energy. The other use is for repairing his armor, along with small cosmetic changes like skin, eye, and hair color.

~his light Alien-tech armor which is seen in the image. Allows Void to lift a maximum of 400 pounds with great exertion, and 300 pounds with ease. And is resistant to smaller caliber rounds, and smaller blades. Without his armor he can only lift 100 pounds. All of which comes out of the spine part of his armor, and is spread out using the nanites. Though thanks to the nanites appearance modulator it remains hidden.

Strength: He is a highly trained soldier, from a planet with high grade technology. Which enables him to pick up almost any weapon, and be able to use it with great ease.

Weaknesses:

~ since almost all of his a powers come from tech, an incredibly powerful EMP directly to the chest can easily kill him.

~ Because his nanites are behind his regeneration ability, and managing his brain synapses. He becomes utterly under the thumb of the one that manages to hack his nanites. However, this takes a technological mastermind.

~If his head is blown off he'll have severe brain damage, and memory loss to amnesia. Which makes him highly susceptible to changing sides, by someone interfering that has evil intentions.

~ Opening portals uses a lot of energy, and can't be used excessively. Otherwise he ends up in a place he didn't intend to show up at, and passes out.

~ Void cannot perfectly mimic a persons retinas, exact height, and DNA.


Backstory/Personality:

Henja T'Vorta is the last surviving Kelranin. His home had been the serene planet, Greloria. A world he does not remember as he crash landed on earth, his craft and his body had been destroyed. His mind after regenerating containing no memories of where he came from, but due to his muscle memory he was able to discern that he was a warrior. Due to all of this he has developed to be quite lonely, though has kept a stiff upper lip through it all. As even though he's alone he finds humans to be amusing enough to take his mind off of his own troubles. He even draws great enjoyment from humorous antics, and shenanigans that often get him into trouble. His suit is what brings out his comedic side, as it is his physical representation of self confidence. Without it he's quite, and reclusive along with very soft spoken. Though there are times when Void is dead serious, which is incredibly rare.
"Like seeing a six legged Unicorn that shoots rainbows out it's butt," Void would say.

More info on Kelranian's:

Biology:

"Subject is a human like creature with unnaturally low skin pigmentation, grey arish eyes and strange blue hair. The creatine in his hair shows signs of a copper conjugation and probably causes this strange color, even pudic hair was colored this way and so leads to the conclusion of natural heritage.
His face was rather handsome and human like with a strong jaw line. But, that was something that I do not care about. A quick look under the subjects thin layer of skin... Shows muscles, and organs tainted in a darker, nearly blackish red, that is because instead of a iron conjugation, this patient possesses a platin conjugation and so nearly tripled the possible bindings of Oxygen and so is also able to use Carbondioxid to breathe. A side effect was is raised stamina and durability in nearly tripled form to that of a human. Well air pollution has never been higher! Meaning that also the amount of Carbondioxid and monoxid is significantly high, a perfect air to breathe for this alien,"
Taken from an audio recording from Surgeon's file on Void.

Nanites:

The Nanites main use is for medical purposes, and are often used for their soldiers, and victims of great accidents. Due to their great ability to manipulate the molecules in food to repair their bodies. These nanites are able to take many molecules from the food that are consumed by their Kelranian host. But, they must ingest a weekly vitamin, made of a gel like substance known as Mechanosynthetic Insulation Stimulants ( MSIS Or MSI Stims). As to prevent catastrophic failure within the nanites. This compound commonly found on their planet acted as an insulator.

Failure to take this vitamin will result in rupturing or organs, massive internal bleeding, and ultimately death

[Owlriel]

Soul Eater Characters
Name: Matthew
Nickname: Matt
Age: 16
Looks: Matthew is a 6'4" muscular teen with short spiky feathered black hair with a natural blue patch of hair on his bangs. Matt has piercing royal blue eyes have pupils like a lizards where it will dilate into a slit. While his mouth has canines that are incredibly long, and a couple scars over his mouth. Which no one ever sees due to them always being hidden.

Outfit: He always wears Golden prescription goggles with black rims, and a tailored very thin cloth mask with a skull design over his mouth and nose, he never seems to take it off. He wears a long black coat over a red skin tight short sleeved shirt with a skull on it. Along with dark jeans, and combat boots.

Family: He does not remember his family.
Personality: Matthew is a gentle and kind hearted guy that, sometimes conveys what he want to say through body gestures. He can be overly self conscious when it comes to his weapon form, due to the fact that he isn't a normal weapon like everyone else has. He is incredibly protective of his friends, and will do everything he can to make them feel safe, and comfortable.

History: Matt has amnesia, and cannot remember past his fourteenth birthday. Which was the same day he joined DWMA, and began his training to become a death scythe. Though he does want to know who his family is, he wants to work hard to get strong and so stays where he is.
Weapon or Miester: Weapon

Weapon Looks: Matthew's normal form is that of an electric guitar that's base is shaped like an open mouthed skull with two long fangs on the ends of the teeth, and golden eyes. The strings go horizontally over the opening of the mouth. The tuning pegs are shaped like little bat wings. The skull looks, and feels like it was made of actual bone.
Powers: Can create blades and destructive blasts of sound, and create healing sound waves.

Soul Renascence: Base Drop- The eyes of the guitar begin to glow brightly as black armor spreads out over the meisters strumming arm and hand, then two massive glowing speakers raise out of the ground beside the meister. The music that is then produced is altered, and quickened to the point of techno music or dubstep.

Partner: Amynta
Other: Has a great love for dubstep, and rock and roll songs.
Theme Song:

[Owlriel]

Real Name: Jean Solovyov
Villain Name: Sarrasin
Age: 30
Powers from self: power over space and matter
~ Barrier Sphere Creation: Sarrasin can create a an impenetrable sphere of energy.
~ Location Swapping: control the placement settings of objects within their created spatial plane.
~ Disruption: Sarrasin can distort energy to delay neuro-waves in the minds of people to disrupt abilities, and blur thought process. for a few seconds.
~ Weapon Forge: Sarrasin can create weapons by shaping existing matter, and manipulate it's properties too make it harder.
Power from Armor:
~Resistances to damage, heat, and cold
~Enhanced abilities
~Several types of visions from nocturnal to thermal.
Apperances:

Civilian

Villain

Bio: There isn't much known about Jean Solovyov that hasn't been for the most part redacted by the Russian government. He was created during the last stretch of the Soviet governments reign. Russia has attempted to bury him in hope that their most wretched of mistakes wont come to light. All that's really known was that he was part of a program to try, and build an inhuman weapon. The methods used was manipulation of memories and emotions through the use of drugs. While the subjects were put through hell that resulted in many deaths of the subjects. However, many in the end wound up going insane and the project was abandoned along with those still in the program. That is where the information they have on Jean Solovyov ends.
Sarrasin was first introduced to the public when a French church disappeared into a sphere that none could get past; during Easter Monday when it was packed with people. When it lifted not a single soul was alive all of them eviscerated, and standing in the center was a madly laughing man in pitch black armor. Which had disappeared from a technology lab that'd been attacked under the same circumstances as the church, but there wasn't a laughing maniac enjoying the gore. Before the Police could apprehend him he seemingly vanished to escape from capture with a knife sticking through the priests head, that was made from his own cross. with a note attached on it was a name, a simple yet haunting name: Sarrasin. From that point on he became something of the boogeyman as he'd attack unexpectedly with no real motives making it impossible to track him. The suit that'd been stolen couldn't even be tracked down because someone had managed to dismantle the tracking system.

Personality: Jean is the type capable of wearing many masks in public from countless years of training. Managing to pass as a faceless figure in the masses of people around him. While in the inside he's screaming from pain, and for the only thing that seems to make it ease. The smell of the freshly spilled blood of his victims.

[Owlriel]

Name: (will decide to fit team name)
Species: Faunus
Sex: Female
Appearance: Has a long black feline tail with the fur patter of a panther. Her fingernails are painted a royal blue. She has brown colored skin with a red undertone. 5'8" 140 pounds with a nicely curved hourglass body with lean muscles. Narrow and upturned eyes with pure black sclera while the iris's are a deep golden color. The pupil is slightly slitted and thin more when angered. Wears royal blue wingtip eyeliner, and lip gloss. Oval shaped head with blackish brown eyebrows are blackish brown groomed to a natural attractive shape. Her ears are round with small royal blue gem stud earrings. Short black brown messy pixie cut hair with long bangs dyed royal blue.
Normally wears a tight royal blue blouse with short sleeves to accentuate her curves. Over that is a black leather coat with a brown inside. Black chocker necklace with a silver cresent moon symbol in the center. Light distressed white wash blue skinny jeans, and brown shin high lace up combat boots over. A black fadora with a thick royal blue band, and small black circular sunglasses with a silver wire rim.

Personality: Laid back, and observant of the others around her and surroundings. Won't let the jeering or teasing about what she is get to her. But, she will not stand for another being injured. When enraged she turns a little primal making her incredibly scary.

Background: As a child her parents worked with the white fang, but had left when the group became a bunch of criminals. As they didn't wish to raise a daughter in around such violence.
Being Faunus made making friends because of the bias against her species. However, she never let that dampen her spirit knowing not all were like that. Often being proven right as some children would still play with her. Often times she'd sneak away to another old Faunus' house to hear stories of his travels all over the world as a trader. He'd even occasionally teach her different tricks she'd learned from all sorts of other hunters, and huntressess. Thanks to his stories she decided to be a huntress.
When it was time to leave home to begin her formal huntress training at signal academy she found that her friend was gone. The mark of the white fang on his door began her vandetta on the group. She knew she wasn't strong enough then to do anything, but she would get stronger in school. She'd not stop training till she was a full fledged huntress so she can finally bring the white fang to justice.
After her years at signal learning how to wield her weapons she'd forged. She's come to beacon to finish up her training. Having more than proven she deserved to be there.

Weapon:
Tigers Claw: gauntlets that reaches all the way up to her elbow thickening around the arm. While the hand is thinner with taloned fingers. Which can go from 1cm to 7cm. On the back of the fist is a rotating disk with three spheres filled with dust. From the disk are lines going all along the gauntlets and the back of her fingers; they glow with the color of dust used. She activates the dusts powers by using raw Kinetic energy.
* Red Dust: Fire
~ Plasma claws: allows her to burn through steel as the talons become super heated.
~ Fire strike: As she swings her hand after a powerful attack a trail of fire flows forth.

* Dark Blue Dust: Ice
~ Frozen touch: When the talons touch an item or person it causes ice to spread out as a sheet. Either to immobilize an opponent or cause the ground to become slippery, and hard to traverse.
~ Ice Shield: thick large circular ice on the back of her forearms. It's strong enough to stop bullets.

* Yellow Dust: Lightning
~ Paralysis strike: It sends out a powerful current through a target.
~ Speed boost: Speeds up her entire body to move twice her normal.

Lions Roar: The gauntlets merge together into one large gauntlet only instead of a hand its a square canon shaped as a roaring lions head. The rotating disks holding the spheres of dust are on either side of the canon. The canons eyes glows with the dust chosen, and only one can be used at a time. A trigger is within the gauntlet where her hand actually is. When fired it releases a concentrated blast of elemental power. The cannon is so heavy that she must use both hands to steady it and aim.

Storage mode: When not in use the gauntlets become simple bracers.

Semblance: Ability to turn into a primal beast her head of hair grows long like a mane, and her mouth gains more pronounced fangs. Her fur, and hair glows royal blue. While her hair, and eyes leave a streak of royal blue trail of smoke when she moves. The more hits she takes the more agile and powerful she becomes. But, the more feral as well making it harder to control herself past a certain point. At the end of her semblance she collapses from exhaustion. (Though usually her preys been taken out by then to matter much... Usually)