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The Age of Fire and Blood

King Verran

Name: Verran Kharios
Age: 22

Personality: Verran is a proud and energetic person, always seeking a new challenge for him to overcome, be that challenge a physical one, as he often prefers, or even a mental one, something unusual for the martial focused orcs. Socially, he is quite a friendly fellow to most people, however, like orcs often tend to do, he values those that show strength more than those who would rather use words to solve their problems.
Like all orcs, however, Verran hates being bound, hates being ruled by those he deems unworthy, but loves to impose his own fair(as he likes to think) rule over others.

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Height: Orcs by blood are taller than many other races, as such, it is not uncommon for orcs to tower over people of most other races and Verran is no different, easily reaching a height of around 7 feet.

Abilities: While he has no significant magic prowess other than some self-empowering spells, Verran can easily use these spells alongside his own already significant combat prowess to help him dominate in combat. However, since orcs are not naturally great spellcasters, they use their own lifeforce to allow them to give them a temporary boost in combat. After the effect of the spell wears of, the user is often left extremely exhausted.

(Sorry, I went a bit ham on the description of the past of the orcs a bit.)

Brief History

The distant, faraway lands of Orsis were not a pleasant place for anyone to live, not even for a peoples as martial as that of Verran's and they often had to just scrape by for the essentials whilst fighting on the distant plains. However, though their lives were difficult, this was the place of their ancestors, of their spirits, they could not simply leave them here with the savage beastly folk that inhabited their lands to be forgotten forever.

However, one old orcish warrior, who had already proven himself as a skilled warrior in countless fights against the beastfolk protested to this decision, saying that far to west lay more fertile lands, lands with enough bounty that would be able to feed them all and help them thrive. This orc challenged the authority of the orcish "king" who would use the name of the spirits to have his own people be bound to such a meager lifestyle.

In the following months, many warriors and priests who shared this old warrior's opinion flocked to his side, quickly increasing in number enough to challenge to current "king's" authority over the orcish people and for a while, it seemed that Orsis would end up in a civil war. However, that did not come to pass as this seasoned warrior simply took his followers and began moving west, destroying any beastfolk tribe in their path on their way to this new promised land.

The trek west took a great effort even for the hardy orcish folk and hundreds perished both to disease and to raids from other nomadic groups. However, after a hard two months of near constant travel, the orcish folk had finally reached their destination, only to see that they had not been there first, a confederation of tribes of various races already inhabited the land and they were not to keen to let the orcs join them, showing outright hostility towards the old warrior and his people.

Thankfully, another king beyond this obstacle of theirs sent them an offer. The orcs and said kingdom would attack this troublesome tribal confederation from two sides and in return, any lands the orcs occupied would theirs to claim as their new kingdom. The young warrior accepted the offer and a joint strike was launched on the confederation, who, though valiantly resisted both the orcs and the neighboring kingdom, the pressure on them was too great and they lost their lands.

The orcs occupied nearly half of the former confederation's territory and as it was promised, the kingdom that had helped them allowed the orcs to keep these lands to establish as their own. The old warrior's mission was done and he was proclaimed King by the orcs there. He named his land Orsis, like his own distant former home and ruled it fairly until his death only two years into his rule.

The New King

The new king of Orsis would be none other than the former king's own son, as inheritance laws dictated. The moment he ascended the throne, this new ruler would change his name from a regular orcish name to that similar of the folk nearby. The name he chose was Verran, apparently the name of a old hero in these lands. And to show that they respected him as much as they had respected his father, the neighboring king sent an old valued treasure of theirs, a very large egg that was apparently the only part of Mivo still left.

However, not even two weeks into his rule and discontent already brewed in Orsis with the death of the old ruler. The peoples that had once formed the confederation they inhabited wished to see these orcs gone, and what better way to see these orcs gone other than to assassinate their ruler. And, it almost worked. They had planned everything, they had planned to attack Verran only when he would be left almost unguarded, they had planned to equip these assassins with the best equipment they could muster, they were even able to set the palace on fire.

The one thing they had not planned, however, was the hatching of the egg itself and the beast that emerged from it. It dealt with the assassins with incredible ease, it even helped him stabilize his rule over these lands and it gave Verran an idea. His father had carved his people a kingdom to call their own as a home, however, with such power in his hands, Verran set his eyes on something far greater, the eternal throne that history spoke.

The Age of Fire and Blood

The Age of Blood and Fire

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It was a shameful thing to do for Verran, it was a shameful thing for an orc to do, to run like this. And though it made his blood boil, his instincts, even his own bodyguards knew what was best and had urged him to run away, as through living, he would be able to preserve Orsis and it's people. So, he ran with sword in hand, he ran away leaving his men to be cut down like animals by the people who had ambushed them. At first, he thought that these people might have belonged to the races that were unhappy with orcs rule over them, however, among the assassins he had seen many of his own folk cut down by other orcs without any sort of remorse towards their fellows, and now they were chasing him like hunters chasing a wounded animal.

Verran entered the throne room of his castle and slammed the doors shut. The throne room itself, unlike many other castles of it's age, did not have many lavish decorations. Even the throne itself was a large simple stone seat standing at the head of the room atop some stairs. The only sort of decoration the throne room had was the large obsidian egg placed on a large stone pedestal in the middle of the room for all to see. It was said that this egg was the only remnant of the great dragon Mivo, the terror that had nearly ended the world centuries ago. And now, even if the egg itself was unable to hatch, the prestige that came with owning this egg, a bit of the draconic terror of centuries ago was immense.

However, the barren obsidian egg was the last thing on Verran's mind. In the distance, there was no longer the clangor of steel, but the stomping of boots as his assassins began to move in. Fine, if this was his end, then he would die fighting like a true warrior, with sword in hand and a grin on his face as he mowed down as many of his enemies as he could.

The first man to enter was a human warrior of some sorts wearing an exotic weapon and using an equally exotic weapon. This warrior, however did not even have time to react before Verran's sword was buried halfway through his skull, ending his life nearly instantly. The second assassin to enter the room was just that, some sort of hooded man, wearing a cloak and using two short swords as his weapons. He could not see if he was human, elven or otherwise, but Verran did not care as the man's life did not last that long either as he stumbled for a moment in an attempt to dodge one of the orcish monarch's slashes, this stumble cost the man his head, blood gushing out from his neck as he fell down to the floor.

This continued for a few more minutes with more than half a dozen assassins meeting their grisly end at his hands. In his bloodrage, Verran let out a bloodcurdling roar as he was covered in the blood of his enemies. With this roar, the assassins looked at one another and left, slamming the doors to the throne room, probably realizing that fighting him like this was not wise. For a moment, Verran looked confused. Had he been able to beat the assassins back, had be been able to thwart this attempt on his life?

However, as he pondered that, he sniffed the air and felt the smell of fire. As he placed his hands on the door to his throne room and saw it was blocked, the orcish monarch realized what had just happened, he was now stuck here, to be burned alive. He roared once more, enraged at what was happening, but unable to do anything to escape, unable to fight anyone, he would die this most dishonorable death.

In his rage, Verran started slamming his sword at the thick doors in a fruitless attempt to break them as flames began to engulf the room. However, what he failed in realizing now was that his salvation did not rest with through the door, but in the obsidian egg that was now resting behind him.

And then, from behind him came a crack.

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U.A Hero Class 1-A, Yasumoto Ari

"Hey, do you want to have some fun?"

Name: Yasumoto Ari

Age: 15

Height: 5'2

Weight: 101 lbs

Quirk: Living Weapon- Ari can turn her arms(from the elbow up) and her legs(from the knee down) into any sort of melee weapon, from swords, to daggers(her fingers mostly), to metal bats. All of them are within her purview to use as she wishes. These weapons are - most of the time - made of steel and if the weapon itself is destroyed, it will revert back to her normal arm and it will take some time before she is able to turn that limb into a weapon once more.

Description: Yasumoto Ari has always been described by all those who witness her as an absolute bundle of joy, always with a wide smile on her face and willing to talk to just about anyone she meets about any topic they desire

The blue eyed, brown haired girl has had a fairly easy life growing up. She's had a very loving family that supported her in all that she did, whether it was that she wanted to join a certain school or that she wanted to pursue a certain activity, she always found support in them and she loved them for it. Her school time was even easier than that as she found that nearly everyone wished to be friends with her, she found that though she was not the smartest nor the strongest, she was always among the top in her class and always praised by the teachers and was even recommended to go to U.A of all places by nearly all of them.

Life was perfect for her...

Until she finally made contact with a certain cranky mutant student named Yutsuko Soga, who nearly completely refused to even talk to her at first. However, the more she stuck to him, the more he slowly began to open, until she eventually was able to have proper conversations with him. However, as they talked, they started to develop a proper relationship until, she actually confessed to him and though there was no actual response from him, it was clear from the way he started treating her that he had accepted her confession. So great was her love for him, that she had been even willing to transfer to JA where he was going.

However, it was not meant to last as a certain someone in one deft move ruined her relationship with the draconic student and now, instead of attending a school with someone she loved, she was forced to attend a school with someone she absolutely hated.

The other two students I've created will come soon.