Name: Kyoto
Age: 40
Race: Human
Alignment: Good
Class: Samurai
Description: Like a typical samurai. His armor is red trimmed with black. He has long black hair often ending in a pony tail. He doesn't fancy the helmets so all he wears is from neck to toe. He has dark eyes and a scar on his cheek in the shape of x. He caries only one weapon and thats his sword. Stands at 6'7 and weighs 230 pounds.
Biography: Kyoto started his life like any typical samurai. He was born into it through his father and two older brothers and nutured by his mother and four sisters. He learned from his father the art of combat. He was an expert with any weapon but prefered the katana over all. His mother taught him the other skills that define a person. Skills such as being polite and what to say and what not to say. He was greatly disciplined and was taught hard. You either learned quick or went to bed bruised or with bandages. At his twentieth birthday he was crafted his own blade. It's name was the Ice Dragons Breathe or Icingdeath. It was blessed by a chosen deity. The deity chose you not the other way around so it was great honor. The dragon god of ice chose him to be his sword of justice and power in the land of the living. With one swing of his black he could send waves of ice in shards or spikes rising from the ground. He could freeze over water or land if he so choosed. All he had to do was dip its blade into it and will it so. His next twenty years consited of fighting corupt leaders of his country as a rebel or fighting chalengers.
This road was long and hard giving him the scar on his cheek and three others. One scar about his chest and the other on his back. The last one crossed over the one on his chest. Eventually he made way to Kurn. He grew bored of his victories and wanted something more challenging, so he chose to go to a foreign land. He could already tell when getting off the boad that this country was ridden with evil. A dark presence loomed over it sucking it dry. He simply smirked and decided to follow rumors and gossip which lead him to Lithuim.
Spells: None, all magic resides in his blade and his blade alone.
Skills: Weaponmaster.
Name: Alduin
Age: Unknown
Race: Dragon
Alignment: Evil
Class: Dragon
Description: Alduin stands at large like most dragons and sports the wyvern look. His arms being his wings and his feet ending in tallons and a long powerful tail. The color of his skin is a charcoal black and he has two red eyes sitting within their sockets. His whole body was jagged with sharp scales that acted as a natural armor that could deflect arrows and most spells making him a force to be feared.
Biography: Alduin the devour of souls, the dimention jumper. His name alone spreads fear into the hearts of the living. For years his presence in the world of the abyss had caused the death of many demons. He devoured all who tried to best him. Demons, mortals alike. Often he traveled to the realm of the living to devour fresh souls. It did not matter if the soul was evil or good either one satisfied his hunger. He especially loved juicy souls. They were ones of pure evil or good. Eventually through his rise he eventually created his own plane of existence to which only he lived in. In this realm he would stay until his hunger got the best of him. In this he would leave to devour souls belonging to demons of the abyss or evil and pure souls of the living.
Spells:
Dark beam: A red beam of energy acts as his breathe weapon. Anything caught and killed by it has its soul instantly devoured.
Devour Soul: With a shout of his massive voice he can devour a target(s) soul.
Soul Tear: This spell tears the soul from a living body and replaces it with a dark servant which will follow Alduin's will.
Mass Soul Devour: Like Devour Soul but on a massive scale.
Skills:
Deathwind: With the flap of his wings can cause a massive wind.