[CHAR] The Battle for Astrea [Always Open]

[TheWendil]

Solanne Luxone

Name: Solanne Luxone
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Kingdom: Sky Kingdom
Personality:
Bright, chipper, and just overall optimistic, if one were to call Solanne a tomboy, she’d jokingly pound them on the shoulder before saying that they weren’t doing her enough justice. Yeah, she’s one of those girls. To be fair though, her laid-back and happy persona is normally a fresh relief to all the slaughtering going on.

It usually takes something truly horrendous or traumatic to dampen Solanne’s burning spirit and joking nature. Did we mention the laid-back attitude? Yes? Good, then now you know that it also takes something incredibly dire for Solanne to be taken seriously.

Despite her initial cheery front though, she does admit that her life has been crappy so far with all the old warring between Kingdoms. Only the most observant and perceptive can see through her idiotic grin. Because of her own past, Solanne is dead set determined to create a future where everyone can smile freely.

As such, she is usually one to put everyone, friends and allies alike, above her own well-being, sometimes ranging to levels of naivety. She is fiercely loyal to those she wants to protect and will do just about anything for them.

Just don’t screw around with her trust. Unless you want a few teeth shaved off.

Post Example

“Stop! Thief! Thief!”

“Wha-thief? Hey, don’t you know who I am? I’m the Crimson Hound!”

“All the more reason to stop you scum!”

“Well, hey now, that’s no way to talk to a lady, ya know? Didn’t you learn manners back at knight academy? Or whatever you guys go to.”

“That is none of your concern heathen! Come quietly or we will be forced to-”

Smack.

The first guard had his faced slammed by a closed fist, held still in motion. In actuality, he had ran right into it headfirst and was now feeling his nose crack under its weight. The man reeled back, spluttering to the ground as his fellow guards looked on in surprise.

Solanne was no longer running. In fact, she had made an abrupt halt in the middle of the road and extended her arm into a fist. That would explain why guard number one was now sprawling on the ground with a bloodied nose, as red as the girl’s hair. The Crimson Hound caught all of their attention now with a casual crack of her knuckles.

“So I’m a heathen now. I catch that right?”

The guards tensed up, gripping their weapons tightly. They would not be intimidated by this woman’s confidence that seemed to bloat up the more she spoke. With a terse swallow, the second guard let out a battle cry and charged forward with his lance. The others followed behind him with their own rallying screech, leaving their downed comrade for now.

Solanne sighed.

“Well, I can’t you kill all. You’re only doing your job, ya know, and I respect that.”

A pause.

“That said…I hope you didn’t have plans tonight. Cause each of you ain’t leaving till I give you an ass whooping,” Solanne said with a smirk, rearing back to let the fists fly.

Just another Tuesday night.

Equipment: A sword by the name of Duster. Its blade is composed entirely of hardened and purified flame and ash, sharpened to cut through a good majority of things. Solanne’s default weapon, it is also able to channel and release her fire magic to deadly proportions.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Apart from generating and manipulating flames, from the tiniest ember to the most violent firestorm, Solanne possesses the power to collect all moisture in the area and convert it into kinetic energy, thus producing more powerful flames. Furthermore, it leaves the targeted area weakened and fatigued, causing all the effects of liquid-deprivation. That being said, rendering all of the moisture in the air is a deadly technique that is only be used as a last resort given that it affects the user just as much as the intended targets.

[wolverbells]

Jade Coy

Name: Jade Coy "The Scepter"
Age: 22
Gender: Female

Appearance: Jade is an average height of about 5'5" with black hair that falls just below her hips, usually kept up to not get in her way. Her skin is fair and she has deep blue eyes that seem to never be touched by her smile. She's a fairly thin woman but what she lacks in muscle and weight, she makes up for in speed and flexibility. Her clothing style is rather simple. She would rather wear baggy, more flowing type pants that give her room to run and a white button down with the sleeves rolled up.

Kingdom: Water

Persona: Not quite as happy as she once was, Jade makes all attempts at showing no sign of sadness around those who she claims are her friends. She keeps a calm demeanor at, nearly, all times and can come off as if she's attempting to be stoic; although that's not the case. Jade likes to analyze things before she tackles them and tries to keep her head in the game as much as possible, but it can get quite difficult when someone has found a way to anger her.

Post Example

The sound of waves crashing against land, or something hard and concrete had always calmed Jade. Even in the most stressful times of her life. She often snuck out or simply disappeared in midday to come down to where the rocks jutted out, just beyond the trees next to the falls.

It was her refuge. Only those whom she deemed worthy in all aspects knew about her refuge, and she made sure that the amount of those worthy people stayed small.

Here she could toy with the water, test her limits, and think about her past. She would sit and close her eyes most of the times, letting herself get carried away by the voices in her head. All the screaming. It was the only thing that kept her from forgetting her roots; where she truly came from and who were family was.

As if the scepter wasn't enough.

'Jade?!"

Her blue eyes flickered to life as she was sucked back into reality at the sound of her voice being called out. With a long and forlorn sigh, Jade mustered the will to get up to her feet and begin to go back to her daily routine. Before heading back, her eyes scanned the waters' surface once more. It called out to her yet she resisted temptation. Instead, the young woman turned and sprinted towards a tree, climbing it with ease to get herself close to the brick wall and jump over so that she could re-join those who had come looking for her.

Equipment: A rather tall scepter, about a foot taller than she is. It is made of pearl and atop, there is a blue, crystal sphere. She has found it more than useful, along with her family, seeing that it controls any water that is within range of it. It has been passed down for generations. On either side of Jade's hips rest dual wield blades that have managed to keep her alive through her adventures.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Jade posses the ability to conjure and gather every water molecule that she is able to sense, whether it be from someone's sweat, plant perspiration, or puddles near by. With enough stamina and concentration, the woman can form from a small sphere of water the size of a soccer ball, to a sphere that could engulf a grown adult and completely drown them within. This is only used if, by some chance, Jade has lost her scepter and her blades. She's not too fond ms of technology, and has a distaste in firearms although her marskmanship would have people think otherwise.

[Crimson Lion]

Amadeus Cross

Name: Amadeus Cross
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: He stands at 5'8, with a muscular lean build. His hair is jet black, short, and messy with a rats tail that reach's his lower back. He has silver eyes, but they are often covered by his bangs. His casual clothes are a long sleeved black shirt and tan cargo pants.
Kingdom: Earth Kingdom, Originally from the Sky Kingdom
Personality: He's a shy and formal person, addressing people as sir or mam when meeting them. Only talking informally when he talks to friends. He'd rather talk to someone one on one then in a group. Although smart and skilled, he has little actual experience compared to others his rank.
Amadeus is a very logical person, but if his ally is in trouble, he'll throw all rationality away in order to save them.
Post Bio: Amadeus is a soldier of the Earth Kingdom, a young aspiring warrior that thinks things through before taking actions. He's a strategist at heart, valuing information over anything else. He's well informed of almost all documented monsters. His hobbies are cooking, reading, and looking for books he has yet to read. He dislikes the thought of acting upon religion, hating the thought that a higher power has a plan for everyone and that you should stick to that plan.
He's unliked by most other soldiers, due to the fact that his quietness is mistaken for cockiness and that he was promoted easily despite his age and previous nationality.
Equipment: Over his casual clothes he wears his metal armor with black accents that consist of a small chest plate, greaves, and gauntlets. On his lower back, he possesses the sword Pride, one-handed long sword with a golden hilt, 1 foot long grip and 3 feet long black single edged blade. The sword breaks down any magic it comes in contact with, it is one of a set of 7 weapons said to have been created by a demon.
Abilities: He's both knowledgeable and a master of every type of weapon. His armors lightness gives him great mobility. He is knowledgeable in elemental magic as well as sealing and protection magic. He also has a hidden power that he doesn't like to use. Before missions, he changes his gear to compliment the mission.

Short Story

Amadeus steadied his breathing as he leaned against a tree, trying to hide from the beast that was chasing him. The cold night breeze hit him as he calmed himself and looked around the corner to catch a glimpse of the monster chasing him. The beast was humanoid, having dark green skin and stood the same size as as trees around him.

'A Giant?! No can't be, Giants don't inhabit forests, especially forests this close to civilization. Orc? No, he's to big. Ogre then, must have accidentally got seperated from its clan. It must just be a baby according to its size.

He silently unsheathed the sword on his lower back, ready to strike.

'I only have one chance at this, lets make it count!

He swiftly left his hidding spot behind the tree and ran strait for the monster. He readied his sword for an upward slash as he held his left arm out, beginning to chant as he did. "LUCIDARA!!!" He yelled as a bright flash of light shot out of his palm and into the beasts face, efficiently blinding it making it lean forward.

'Ogre's aren't good with sudden light, their eyes adjust to quickly and it disorientates them.' He thought to himself as he finally arrived right in front of it. He jumped straight up, aiming for the small part of the neck that ogres are weak at "DIIIIIEEEEEE!!!" He yelled as Pride cleanly cut the young Ogres durable flesh.

The sound of the Ogres cry as it was decapitated filled the air of the otherwise quiet forest. Then the comparativably quiet sound of its head falling to the floor in perfect synchronization as Amadeus landing on the ground was heard, followed by the small shake of its body collapsing. Amadeus looked at the monster on the ground and sighed in relief as he repeated the words he told himself every day, "Analyze the situation, Uncover the enemy weak point, and Execute the attack." He sheathed Pride and began walking back to the city, thinking about the events that led to him being in the forest at night. "All because I had a craving for blueberries." He said as he looked to the pouch at his side that held said berries.

I'm still kinda new to this so please be patient with me

[QT]

Reiner Ward

Twenty Four Years Old / Male

Standing at five feet and eight inches, Ward falls a tiny bit under average height. His bright blonde hair and striking blue eyes convey the conventional Water Kingdom citizen. He is built for pure cardiovascular endurance, having the body of an athlete despite his lack of actual training. That was a joke, the man actually has a great workout regime and is very strict about his physique. He tends to wear commoner clothing because he isn't much into the fancy fancy ordeal.

Water Kingdom

Tending to be easy-going around nearly everyone he meets, Ward has obtained a great reputation in the Water Kingdom. He loves to joke around when appropriate and expresses himself without the fear of repercussions. Ward's come to find out that his mouth does still get him in trouble from time to time, but hey! It's who he is, so he don't care. Anyhow, whenever duty calls, he is capable of completely changing from this joker or rational being, to one of complete and utter earnestness. He adapts to every situation he is in and changes his character accordingly. But at the end of the day he's a chill guy who's addicted to smokes and the sound of a peaceful breeze.

Sample Post

There was a small breeze ringing through Ward's right ear, hence the wind was moving east. He looked at the little compass he made which currently was strapped to his wrist, making sure his guess was correct. Like most times, he bewildered himself by being correct - no! Just playing, he's usually right about these things.

Anyhow, the grass he laid harshly upon was trying to crawl through his clothing, but he tucked them in tightly so they wouldn't. His belly was being poked by a concrete piece of stone, but he wasn't budging. He had his eye engaged on the sight of his rifle which was already sprung and ready to fire at any time. He measured the distance, "Two, no, three rice fields" he said, applying his knowledge of real life to the distance between him and his target. It was easier for him to calculate that way instead of either just guessing, or actually measuring before getting in position - both were risky and took too much time. Yes, guessing takes too long for a sniper, who'd of thought?

In the peaceful silence, Ward started to inhale slowly, then exhale even slower. His finger was still on the trigger, not anxious or rattling from his long three hour sit still. He'd done this so many times it was second nature to him. "Three....two.....one.."

"STOP!!!" a sudden yelping sound came from beside Ward. "OH SHIT!" Ward called out, accidentally throwing his rifle to the side and getting up as quickly as he could to only be tackled right back to the ground, landing on that damn stone that was bothering him so much. "Mothafu-" he started, cutting himself off.

"You got me" he muttered, laughing arising as the little child who tackled him started to laugh alongside Ward. "You're really good at this game Kera" Ward exclaimed, using his elbows to get him off his back. "Yup!" the little girl agreed with a giant smile. She sat there bobbing her head side to side and fidgeting constantly. "I told you uncle! I'll always protect Skimpy, he's my baby"

"He's just a mutt!" Ward responded quickly, but found himself struck in the face by the tiniest hand in Water Kingdom's history - joking. Ward took his niece's hand before she could retract it and licked the top of her hand. "Ewwww!! You're the mutt uncle!" Both of them started laughing once again. As they stood, Ward picked up his rifle with one hand and his nieces with the other. Of course, the entire time he was firing an empty rifle and was bringing no harm to her dog, it was all just a game for the child.

"So what do you wanna do next sport?" Ward asked his niece. "Ima tell mommy you tried to kill Skimpy"

DAMN YOU SKIMPY!

Sniper Rifle

Aside from his handy dandy home made sniper rifle - which he created after studying Earth Kingdom's weaponry - Ward has also been able to make a portable hand pistol and a couple of smoke grenades. In addition to his mechanical innovative abilities, the man is a hell of a shot according to Water Kingdom's Royals. Has he missed a target before? Hell yes! But that doesn't mean he didn't get em on the second or third or even fifteenth shot. Eventually they all fall - that's his motto.

[SwarthyBard126]

Name: Solomon Ambrosius
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6'2", With tawny skin and well muscled. He has a moderately large, silky beard that reaches his chest. HIs hair is black and reaches past his shoulder blades, and he generally wears it either loose, in a pony tail, or a high bun.

My Hider

Kingdom: Earth Kingdom
Persona: Serious and honorable, Solomon is a the near-epitome of a knight. however, he is also very blunt and a bit tactless, and lies through omission. However he is also kind and gentle when he needs to be.

Post Example:
Solomon Ambrosius was a solemn man, saying little and smiling less. But as he watched the children frolicking in the grain fields in his village's communal farming plot, he could not help but smile sadly at the sight. The children were refugees from the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom, and their parents had died shortly after they had arrived. His family had been appointed the marquess of the border region, and had faithfully guarded it from incursions from raiders, and more recently, Water and Air kingdom invaders. The children had been adopted by some of the family's household staff, and were adjusting to their new life. The pitiful groan at his feet returned his attention to the matter that was before him. The reason why the children were orphans laid at his feet.
The family had hired a guide to take them to the Ambrosius' manor, but on the road were confronted by bandits, and he fled the family. Solomon had been patrolling with some of his soldiers when they had come upon the man, fleeing on his horse. Apprehending him, the soldiers forced his story out. When the man was finished with his tale, Solomon ordered him arrested, and taking 5 of his group of 10, swiftly rode to the scene. The bandits were toying with the children, having already killed the parents, when Solomon and his contingent burst through the brush. Seeing the cruelty before him, he smote three of the 15 bandits in one blow, caving their chests with the force of his blade. It was not a battle, not even a skirmish, lasting shorter than 5 minutes as Solomon butchered the bandits in rage. Eventually 5 of the bandits, who had just moved into the area, surrendered and when Solomon returned to the manor, he had them hanged.
Now the head of his blade, an ancestral glaive given to his ancestor by a Sky Kingdom knight, rested above the treacherous guide's neck, not breaking skin. "By your cowardice and dishonor a grave crime has happened. You who carries the horn of the Guide's Guild, who faltered in your duty, who did not sound your horn to alert the manor to your plight, prostrate yourself before my feet to receive your just due." Solomon declared, as he raised the glaive above his head, "You have failed your duty, and in turn made me fail mine. To the Shadowy Isles I dismiss you from this life." The kneeling man, feeling his end nigh, attempted to escape his restraints and let a pitiful cry as the blade seperated his body form his head. "Burn in hell, dishonorable scum," Solomon sneered at the beheaded corpse, "and return not to plague me any further."

Equipment:
-Enchanted Glaive/Guandao called Emerald Wyvern (See above pic): An enchanted weapon that raises the users physical capabilities to superhuman levels. It also enchanted to never break, never rust, and never dull. (50 lbs)

-Enchanted Armor: His Ancestral suit of armor that can blocking any piercing attack, and reduce blunt force to the covered areas. see pic below

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Ability/Magic/Technology:
Almost unnaturally skilled with the glaive, Solomon has few tricks up his sleeves. while strong enough to wield the heavy glaive skillfully in one hand, the glaive makes him even stronger and faster. His family, the Ambrosius name which is derived from the old Earth Kingdom tongue for immortal, is well known for their healing magic, for both themselves and their allies. Other than this, Solomon has no other abilities.

[Animus]

Isen’roy Dullan, “Phoenix”

Age
30

Gender
Male

Appearance
He was not named Phoenix without reason. Isen’roy often stands in the battlefield as a red speck amongst the typical grey armoured soldiers. The man stands at 5’9 and weighs a 170 pounds, his weight mostly due to muscle mass. He has bright red hair, the bulk of it being neck length with the exception of a pony tail that drops below his shoulders. He has crimson red eyes and sharp facial features making him known for his fierce lion-like look. He is dressed in his tribe’s signature red robes.

Kingdom
The Earth Kingdom (Exiled)

Persona
Despite being an exile, Isen’roy gives off the same strong and noble aura that one might expect from a general. Every single one of his movements exude pride and confidence. He is not pragmatic and instead acts according to his own impulses. He does not attempt nor sees the need to accommodate to others. Isen’roy does have a nicer side though, he is empathetic to those close to him and he greatly values friendship.

Post Example
“In case you were wondering,” said the bandit in what almost passed as a friendly tone, leaning casually on the pommel of his war hammer as if it was a fashion accessory, “this is the part where you’re supposed to offer to pay for our drinks.”

Isen’roy clicked his tongue in annoyance. He had disguised himself in a robed hood to avoid any commotion. He had visited a village on the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom so he could procure simple supplies. “It would do you good if you backed off, here and now.”

As the man with the war hammer roared with laughter and opened his mouth to reply, a second –a burly man with a short sandy cropped hair – leaned on the shaft of his spear as he started laughing. “Would you listen to him, Gark? Oooooh, we’re both so scared now.”

The entire pub was silent. Onlookers darted their eyes back and forth as they sneaked looks at the two large men threatening Isen’roy. Even the bartender was trying to avert his gaze. He had no intentions of getting broken bones because he tried to save a complete stranger.

Isen’roy clicked his tongue yet again, this time taking his hood off as he did so.

It took a moment before it dawned upon them who they were messing around with. There was no mistaking that bright red hair and the fierce crimson gaze that seemingly cut through them.

“Wha-what the hell is the Phoenix doing here?!” yelped the man with the sandy hair. Even after laying low for several years, the public still had not forgotten his face.

As he watched their reactions, Isen’roy gave an evil grin.

"Who knows?"

He swung his fist.

Equipment

Impetus. A red two handed, double-edged sword that has a dull blade. One might argue about the effectiveness of the weapon. What use is a sword with a dull edge? Regardless, it is made from rubite ore, an extremely dense and durable metal that has the unique property of retaining heat.

Ability/Magic/Technology:

Isen’roy possess no magic talent whatsoever. Instead, he focuses on melee combat and uses high speed movement as well as unorthodox fighting methods to defeat his foes. He does not rely on strategy nor does he possess the capabilities of creating one, Isen’roy is purely an ‘instinct’ type warrior. His physical feats are astounding. He is capable of swinging Impetus around at incredible speeds; the generated friction and heat allows the blunt edge to slice through even the toughest armaments. A signature move of Isen'roy is to run at high speeds while rotating his blade, essentially turning him into a giant fireball.

[Bubsy 2]

Name: Hazel Daphiat

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Hazel is a youthful girl with soft white skin, framed by a cascade of long straight light red hair that reaches down to the small of her back. She has a small frame, which is exaggerated by her small stature, as she stand at a meager 4'8". Hazel has a heart-shaped face adorned with deep green eyes. Despite her comparatively small stature she carries an air of confidence, walking with a surefooted gait that seems to exude some deep power hidden in her small body, oft earning the attention of those around her. Even though you might think she would slip by unnoticed due to her size it seems that she is often noticed simply due to this odd aura she has. However her cute appearance and seemingly commanding air hides the truth of her...

Kingdom: Sky Kingdom

Persona: Hazel is a terrible person. She has been described as stubborn, brash, overconfident, presumptuous, mean, egotistical, hot-headed, wrathful, and vain. Her defining feature is her cocksureness: As far as she is concerned she has no equal in the fields of spellcraft, beauty, and charm. She thinks herself absolutely witty and charming even if this is entirely untrue. She is often rude to strangers, and feels a sense of superiority over her peers. She is wrathful and petty and never gives up on a grudge. She has an amazingly short fuse and is very readily angry, having absolutely no control over her emotions, going from seemingly happy to angry in the span of seconds. This has all been fed by the fact that she is indeed very powerful and pretty, and the fact that she is a hormonal teenager who happens to be one of the most powerful mages to be produced by the Sky Kingdom.

She does, however, have a few redeeming traits. She is very studious and determined. She did not just gain her power from natural ability, but also years of research and training. She is also a loyal friend, despite what some may think. She currently has none, so if she were to happen upon people that she can call 'friend' she would fight for and protect them fiercely.

However Hazel wears this persona like a mask. In reality her outward attitude is her overcompensating to hide her real feelings. Her overwhelming overconfidence hides the deep sadness she feels due to her past. She has convinced herself that she is above others so she doesn't feel the toll of not having a person to truly call her friend. Her overwhelming anger and wrath is a vent, a way to release the hatred she feels towards the world. In truth Hazel is just a lonely girl that wishes someone would love her, because she has found no love from family or friends.

Post Example: The world turned red. Hazel knew this feeling. It was pain. Excruciating and overwhelming. But it was not physical pain. Instead it came from deep inside, and it exploded, lashing out, seeking any target possible for her wrath. It seemed that everything was distant. She wasn't her. She was not Hazel Daphiat. She was not scared, or lonely, or sad. She was all malice. It was pain, but it felt good, because she knew she had power. She knew they were afraid. She knew that they knew that she could destroy a block of buildings if they pushed her the wrong way. And the fear made her feel powerful.

In short, her anger was hot and vicious and she couldn't possibly more furious. She huffed aloud and turned her attention to the servant who was now begging for her forgiveness. "What do you think you are doing?! Are you trying to anger me?!" Hazel's small staff of servants were completely incompetent. Hazel was keep under close watch by the Sky Kingdom, but one of the perks afforded by her status as a mage with such great potential was that they took very good care of her, as her parents were unfortunately unable to fulfill the task, dead as they were. She was kept in a fancy estate that was more of a prison then a home, but she enjoyed a great degree of luxury. Knowing her fiery temper they thought it best to appease her, which worked most of the time, except when someone made a mistake.

The servant was still stammering apologies. Hazel look back down at her dress, now richer a small wine stain due to the server's incompetence. She turned around, seeking out the head of her household, the closest thing to a 'caretaker' the young girl, the head servant that seemed to be the only semi-competent person around. "Winston! I want him fired immediately!" He nodded. "Yes m'lady, I'll take care of it right away. The bumbling fool was escorted out. The room quickly emptied, and all that remained were a pair of guards. They're not my guards, they're my jailers. She knew it in the back of her head. All of this luxury she was given, all of the servants, dresses, expensive things, it was all to contain her. It worked, but a part of her knew what was happening. More than anything, she wanted a taste of freedom.

She counted. It had been 10 years since she had spent a day in the world outside of her solitary prison. But the time would come soon. Soon, she would no longer be a captive, but would instead be given away as a military asset. It was a continent way for the Sky Kingdom to get rid of a very volatile problem.

Equipment: Hazel does not use sword, shields, hammers, bows, arrows, axes, maces, or any sort of martial weapon. She is above that. As for armor she also possesses none. Armor to her is a hindrance, and after all, why would one as powerful as her have need of barbaric protection like that? Magic and her natural talents are all Hazel thinks she needs.

Ability/Magic/Technology: Hazel is a completely inept fighter, but instead has the gift of magic. Incredibly powerful magic. The flame of magic burns brightly within her, and she has studied for as long as she could read to expand her talent. She knows magic of all sorts, but has a propensity for destruction. Whether it be through a great conflagration, or a massive earthquake, or a large clap of thunder summoned down upon her opponent, or even a blast of sheer arcane energy, she can bend the power of nature to destroy and demolish. However her talents are not only limited to destruction, as she has studied a great many schools of magic: She is versed in the arts of healing, illusion, the power to strengthen and empower others, and to use her power to manipulate the world around her. While some focus on one magical field and learn every in and out of it, Hazel instead knows many magical skills but has not become a true master in any.

[Eleventhfret]

Name: Harley "Black Devil" Hapkins.

Age:17

Height: 66 inches.

Weight: 147 lbs.

Appearance: He is in his late teens. His youth evident in his flawless bronze skin, giving him the look of an immaculate bronze idol. His eyes are a deep sapphire blue, bright and curious, framed by long, thick eyelashes that are almost feminine. His features are like that of an expertly made statue, glowing and perfect. His black brows are arched and slender, shaped perfectly for his almond shaped eyes. His nose is small with a slender bridge, under it resides a pair of full lips, a shade darker than the rest of his skin. His cheekbones are, however, the main attraction, sharp blade-like structures that dominate his face, giving him an aristocratic, almost commanding look. His body contains no fat, so, though he is slim, he is pure muscle.

Kingdom: Sky

Persona: Harley is mentally...unstable. To say the least.Having lost his mother and father to bandits then having been beaten bloody and sold into slavery by said bandits, his charming grins and sly winks are nothing but gates closing off the bruised being inside. Harley is confident, as he was put through rigorous training when enslaved, and more after escaping at the age of 13, though he is given to depression and anxiety at any given time, especially when facing a foe far stronger than himself is he given to self-doubt, however, when not in battle, or a heavy depression, he is a charming, kind and loyal friend.

Post Example:Crack! The whip burned on his sweaty back, however he knew if he showed pain, he'd be kicked, and if he showed pain then, he'd be kicked more until he was half dead, and be forced to continue bricking, as he called it. Making bricks, inspecting bricks, moving bricks, removing bricks, damned bricks. He couldn't use his powers, he was outmatched. He might escape someday, today wasn't it though. However, after three years of this, in one of his rhyming sessions(it's easier to work when you're distracted by rhyming), a red mist started forming around him, and a demoness appeared before him, she eyed the boy carefully and said: "Hmm, usually don't see such young buyers, well I'm not here to judge, just sell." Harley stared rudely at her..ears, not noticing that everyone around him was frozen in time remarked: "Buying? I don't have any money, and I didn't ask for anything, who are you? Are you a real demon?" The boy's rambling slowly quieted as she silenced him with a glare. She then said: "Enough, the purchase is made, I'll be taking your joy now. Farewell." She blew him a kiss and the haze slowly dissipated along with the demoness and time returned to the area. Harley looked down at his hands and noticed two, very elaborate, very sharp, very magical looking sabres in his hands, rather, melded to his hands, and he noticed several guards approaching, "Now or never." said he, and within moments he'd dispatched the guards, then things went black. That was four years ago, now with the stories that he'd heard, he knew he'd have to do something, someone of his caliber couldn't sit around while this happened, so he prepared himself for the oncoming adventure.(Yeah, this sucks, didn't use proper story structure, but I tried to make it at least good enough so that it doesn't give everyone cancer.

Gear: He carries two sabres enchanted by a demon to give the user incredible acrobatic prowess, strength and reaction time. Once wielded, however, he must take a single life before he can unwield them. And after prolonged use(more than 30 mins) they will begin to make him violently enraged until unwielded.

Magic/Abilities/Technique: Harley has the ability to teleport within a small radius, and to, when high on adrenaline, focus so that his reaction time and perception is triple that of a normal human for brief bursts.(pretty much a spider sense type deal, or Sharingan, whatever makes more sense to yourself).

Along with his sabres, his natural affinity for magic makes Harley a, powerful hand-to-hand combatant, able to focus energy into attacks, he can throw a punch or kick that would send a normal man flying, and break some bones. He can also use the same technique to jump incredibly high.

[TheDarkTemplar]

Ashaad "The Sand Stalker"

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Age: 29

Gender: Male

Persona: A man who lets his actions speak for him, Ashaad speaks very little and when he does it's for good reason. He prefers to work alone, an attitude the result of a sad past which he refuses to bring up. His solitary lifestyle has made him somewhat unable to empathize with others which causes him to come off as cold or cynical despite his true nature which is to free the oppressed from whatever torments them.

Kingdom: Ashaad hails from the desert region of the Earth Kingdom, a city called Qatar-Shan. However he does not call it home since he has not been there for quite some time. Instead he wanders the desert, wandering from one settlement to the next.

Equipment:

The Shamshir

The Rope Dart

The Dagger

Abilities: Thanks to his upbringing Ashaad is quite proficient in maneuvering through cities. Either by rooftop or dashing through alleyways and crowded streets he is able to get to his destination in the fastest time possible. That combined with his ability to hide himself extremely well makes him a dangerous individual to be hunted by.

Post Example:
The sun was at its peak as Ashaad rose over the sand dune. Overlooking the small oasis village it was clear the sand raiders were still occupying the settlement. "It appears I've arrived just in time. The raiders seem to no longer enjoy the villagers' company", he thought as he lay prone in the sand. The villagers were being rounded up and the few that remained from the first attack were lined up to be executed. Ashaad had received word of this and had traveled there to lend aid...unfortunately for these people he was too late.

"On your knees!", the raider leader, Natarn, barked at his captives as they nervously stumbled into the village square. Awaiting them were twelve raiders with swords in hand readying themselves for a slaughter. "Kill the men first, the women will entertain us till their time comes", Natarn ordered with a sneer on his face as his men laughed menacingly for their commander. The first of the condemned were put to kneel in a row in front of their executioners, Natarn gave the order but before the first blade fell one of he raiders collapsed to the ground with a crimson mist sprinkling over his victim. The others stared for a moment in confusion as one of their own lay dead with a daggger planted in the back of his throat. They did not stay in such a state as one of them turned to their rear and pointed out a figure standing atop one of the sandstone homes. "Kill The bastard!", Natarn ordered and with some hesitation his raiders charged towards the home.

Ashaad stood deathly still as the men approached, he moved only when they were dirently below him in front of the house. In one swift movement he shot his arm forward and a rope dart flew from his grasp. It landed in the throat of a raider who was unfortunate enough to stare upwards at his opponent. Ashaad attached the rope dart to a hook and leaped from the building, acting as a counter weight Assay hung the now dead raider from his throat upon the wall of the building. He now stood between the raiders and the villagers, just as he intended but now he had to take into effect the possibility that one could circle around and try to hold one of them by knifepoint. The now eleven raiders glanced at another dead comrade for a moment before once again charging the nomad.

When the sands settled twelve sand raiders lay dead on the ground with te leader bleeding amongst his men. Natarn tried desperately to crawl away towards a nearby sword but before he could grip it a foot came down upon the hilt. Next came a kick which flipped him on his back, there the man experienced his final moments as Ashaad would hear his last words. "Damn you, demon! I curse the whore who birthed you!", Natarn howled as blood flowed from th corners of his mouth. Ashaad unsheathed his dagger and held it against Natarn's throat. "Wait! Mercy! I beg you, mercy!", the raider pleaded with eyes full of fear. Ashaad lowered the bottom half of his balaclava to reveal a face cursed with a grisly scar upon his right cheek. Natarn stared silently in fear as Ashaad moved his lips to speak, "So quick to hurl insults, but when faced with death you plead for mercy"

"Wait! No I'm sor-!", before Natarn could finish the dagger sliced open his throat allowing blood to spray onto Ashaad's face. The nomad stood to face the now free villagers who approached cautiously as Ashaad wiped the lood from his face. One of them, the village elder, spoke first, "Thank you, we owe you our lives but we have very little money to give yo-"

"Did I ask for money? You have horses. I need only one"

"O-Of course! Reema, bring our best horse! Quickly!", almost immediately a young girl ran off and soon returned with a strong obsidian black horse that obediently trotted over to his new owner with grace that made it appear to glide oher the sands. Once again the village elder spoke, "This one is named Tala, she will serve loyaly. Wherever you go, she will find you". Ashaad bowed his head in thanks before mounting his horse and riding away, as he departed from the waving and cheering villagers a single thought entered his mind, "Where to next?"