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Scarifar Name: Alexander Lee Age: 17 Gender: Male Status: Normal Player Username: Lawgroff Race: Human Attribute: Lightning Role / Weapon Type: Half support, half forward. Carries a rapier with a Lightning Attribute, with enchantments and upgrades that gave enhancements to both his spells and his Melee damage. Doesn't use a shield for obvious reasons. Still carries a staff for his more powerful spells. Appearance Personality: Plays solo most of the time. Tries to act cold and uncaring towards others, but he's really quite nice once you get to know him. Not above accepting offers for help, but only when he feels like it. History: Alexander used to play a support role for party members. He would spend a few minutes merely observing, learning a monster's attack patterns and skills, then use his skills to aid his party. The result of this was that his parties had one of the best success rates, but also one of the worst initial losses. It was hard fighting with someone who didn't do much to help apart from preventing a party member from dying from a fatal blow. His party members complained about this, so the next few times he was in a party, he changed his tactics to suit their wishes. They lost every single time. They complained about this too, so he quit being in parties altogether and went solo. The problem with doing this, though, was that he built his character to play more of a support role. So, it was natural that he'd have a tough time fighting. Despite that, he persevered, buying a sword and training his character to be able to fight solo. As he did, he learned that his original support skills were also very helpful to himself. Most of his support skills were roots, stuns, damage-over-time, etc, so it proved to be a very interesting time for him. Over time, his swordplay improved, and he was well known as a bit of an oddity among most players. Still, if you ever have the rare opportunity to work with him, you will find him to be a great asset.

NoobCW (Game Master) Name: Fate Status: Beta Tester , Eurasian Age: 7 (Mentally 17 from cat's maturity) Appearance: Fate is a light, furry brown cat who have bright blue eyes, with a slight amount of deep scars that can be seen on his right hand. He dons a black tattered hat which covers his ears. He usually wears a light-colored T shirt & black shorts. Standing on two legs, he wears a pair of slippers, and he has a sheathed sword that's his main weapon in combat. He's a midget, though he was heightened to a human height by the Ruler. Personality: Fate is a quiet & reserved cat, who doesn't like talking with humans, as well as not wanting to meddle on their business, despite being able to communicate with them in game. Despite this, he is rash, and would usually do violence to settle conflicts.Though, he's usually nice & friendly, and have a good temper. When in battle, he always have a calm demeanor, with his eye level towards his opponent's, with a steady awareness. He likes eating, and would consider most food as "good" due to his life living off garbage leftovers. He's mostly a country bumpkin on human technology, not knowing how to use devices like phones or computers. History: Fate was a stray cat who lived in the streets foraging food for himself. His parents left him when he was young, which is relatively common for a stray, and thus he lives in the part of the alley alone. A year before, he was picked up by a scientist, who explained to him that he was selected for Beta Testing. Entering the virtual world of Aincrad in a human avatar, he was surprised how he could communicate with humans so easily without any language barrier. He was relatively in low-profile back in beta testing though, spending time brandishing the ability to use human tools that he hasn't used before. With this, he learnt how to use a sword, seeing that its the easiest to use amongst the 3 basic weapons for him. Race: Cat Gender: Male Attribute: Light Role / Weapon Type: Fighter, single edged sword which is sheathed on his side, slightly thicker than a rapier. Others:

Alrighty, Here's my character!!! Name: Darrin Guillot Status: Alpha Tester, Illegal tech. that rips the consciousness from the human body and allows full control of it in data form. Basically an AI controlled by a human mind. Age: 38 [Appearance:](http://imgur.com/rxlEGuE) Personality: Socially oblivious: Has a hard time holding conversations that don't interest him Emotionally quiet: Doesn't like to hurt other, while bottling feelings when hurt(look to Others for best insight on this.) Also, hides most of his true feelings behind a smile and friendly (or calm) persuasions. Loner: Won't approach others very much, but won't deny the company of others. History: To be honest, Darrin was never a criminal. He acted only for the betterment of society, and nothing else. It all starts with him as a professional hacker. He has trained long and hard in the art of computer science and there aren't many things he can't understand or find out. He also ran a psychology class at MSU Mankato, and knew a lot about the human mind as well, even if he was a terrible judge of character. One of the last important things he studied was archery, which he was decent in, but not the best. Practice makes perfect, and he only practices psychology and computer science. Archery just became a pass-time event. After a few years, he began to become bored with life and started looking into VR gaming. He didn't understand why he chose gaming of all things, but he decided to give it a try. Unfortunately for him though, the technology wasn't ready for public use. Because he couldn't believe that (with the state of technology at its finest yet), he began a hacking spree to search government databases and online data hubs for anything he could find. Well, that's where he messed up. After a few days, he finally found what he was looking for, but at the same time, the FBI showed up on his front step and took him into custody. Weeks passed as Darrin waited for his sentence, and someone finally approached him. "Hello," said the cloaked man, being sure to hide his face from Darrin. "Who are you, if I may ask?" Darrin replied with a massive question mark above his head. "Ah, that's not important." The man sounded very friendly as he continued, "What is important is why I'm here. Because you illegally accessed secure files that belong to the government, you've sentenced to death." "Wait, what!?" Darrin exclaimed. "Death!? For searching through files? Really? Is that information really worth putting people to death over?" "Unfortunately for you, yes," the cloaked man said, speaking calmly and friendly. "So then," Darrin began, "what is it that you want from me? I'm sure you're not here to offer me a way out of this completely, otherwise you would have shown me your face at least." "Hehe... straight to the point then, I guess? Well first, let me clear your conscience and tell you that the info you were searching for is not honestly worth putting people to death over." The man continued with a resolved sound in his voice, "Second, you are correct that I can't fully offer you a way out of 'real' death." "Wait!" Darrin interrupts, "Pause. 'Real' death? What do you mean 'real'?" "Well, be quiet and I'll explain." The man continues with the same resolved sound, "Now, as you already know, we are in the trial periods of the VR interface technology that you were looking into. With that said, we don't have very many people just lying around to run these tests on, so..." "Your data is sparse, you need new subjects, and I would be a good candidate," Darrin very impatiently interrupts. "Yeah, I get that, but what about this 'real' death? Is there some other kind of..." Darrin stopped mid-speech as if he realized something. There was short pause before the other man began, "You understand what I mean when I say 'real' death now? The tech. you saw on the files you hacked were just the start of it. Our original goal was to get the full consciousness of one body, and turn it into, essentially, an AI. That means your mind and consciousness are apart of the world wide web, while your real body rots and dies." "Well, you've definitely peaked my interest. However, I didn't intend to get on the government's bad side, so I want to clear it with..." "Already done." The man turned and handed Darrin a piece of paper stating his crimes can't be forgotten, and he has the clearance to accept the task this man has to offer. After Darrin finished reading the page, "Well... I don't know what to say..... other than, when do we start? Eventually, Darrin was released and brought to a major facility in the middle of no where (not Area 51). When he was brought inside, the cloaked man came forward holding what people of today call a NervGear. "Here you go, Darrin," he said calmly as the cloaked man handed Darrin the device. Darrin stood there, peered at the NervGear, and then, "So I'm guessing this is supposed to take the electrical impulses in my brain, intercept them, and compute them out like a program. Am I correct?" "As smart as ever," the cloaked man stated, as he removed his hood, revealling himself as the maker of the game. "Now, once you put that on, your life is very fragile. As we haven't completed testing, there is a chance you will 'fully' die in the process. So..." "Yeah, yeah. I'm already on death row, so why's it matter?" Darrin wasn't in the best of moods that day, and now knowing it was the game maker who brought him here, for some reason, it began to irritate him even more. "Just put me in, run your tests, and let's get this over with." At this moment, Darrin put the NervGear over and on his head with a slight jerking motion, turned the NervGear on, and began the testing runs. The game maker then began running battle simulations where Darrin chose his weapon of choice, being a bow, and started battling. Days passed, and Darrin had been in the NervGear all that time. It was at this moment when he began to wonder, and then he asked, "So, Game Maker. You can hear me right?" From an intercom like system he heard the man's voice, "Yeah, is something wrong?" Darrin prepared himself, "How do I get out?" "Well," the game maker hesitated a bit, "you don't. You're kind of stuck in there, and that's what I've been running tests for." "So that's why the 'real' body rots dies, right? What about my body? I can't feel anything in here accept for the blades, arrows, and magic, so what's up with my real body right now?" "Hold on," the game maker announced with a concerned sound in his voice. "You're telling me you feel hungry? You're stumach doesn't hurt?" "No, why?" "Hold on a sec." The game maker's voice disappeared for a few seconds. "You still there?" he said sounding as if to be across a room. "Yeah, I'm still here." Darrin became confused by the situation and started to break it down in his head. First, he thought about how the game maker was curious about there being no pain in his stumach. Second, he thought about the game maker's voice sounded like he was talking across the room, and Darrin began to think that the game maker aproched his body in the real world and did something. Even knowing this, for some reason he couldn't think of what the man had done to his body. After a long pause, Darrin began to hear, "So... anyways.... you are dead." "...........Dead, how?" "I mean you are dead, out here, in the real world... and somehow, we still have you alive... in there." The man seemed to sound a little more intrigued than concerned. "So, I take it that you want to run different tests with me now?" Darrin explained, as unenthusiastically as ever. "You're not phased," the man began with more concern this time, "by the fact that you are now dead with no way of returning to the real world?" "Do I need to remind you of Death Row policies?" "No, no. I guess not. I just thought you would be a little more concerned, but I guess I was wrong. Oh, and to answer you question; yes, I would like to run new tests." "Run me through your speech programs then," Darrin proclaimed with much more enthusiasm. "What?" the game maker said, confused. "If you did your research on me properly, then you would know that I taught psychology at MSU Mankato." "Yes, I remember that." "If we work together like this, and you keep running the algorithms you have set for the speech mechanics, we can find a way to make your NPC's sound more realistic. It might even mess with some of the players and make them believe that NPC's are real people." "Wow," the game maker sounded surprised. "That's kind of a dark ulterior motive, don't you think? However, you are right, as far as making them sound more realistic. Alright let's do it." At this time, Darrin and the game maker began a painstakingly diffuclt task for the next 6 months. It was at this time when the game maker also determined how to bring people back out of the NervGear, and it was also the day the game was announced. Race: Human Gender: Male Attribute: Light Role / Weapon Type: Archer / Japanese Style Bow Others: Darrin has what some might call an "anger-management issue." Due to the fact that he bottles his hurt emotions, his mind constantly teeters on the line of sane and insane. While he is sane, he will act normally, which for Darrin, confers benevolence. However, at times, these bottled feelings become to much to bare, and he loses consciousness, usaually attacking anyone near by that has pissed him off or gets in his way. The best way to prevent this "Hulk-mode" from surfacing.... stay on his good side. Side-note: He's more of a reincarnated human than an actual AI. That's just the description used between that game maker and Darrin.