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Its perfect my plan of confusion is working MWAHAHAHA

Name: Adrian Lynch, Age: 744 Appearance:  Bio: Adrian was born into a life of hardship, at the age of six his mother died of fever, his father a proud warrior was slain in a duel when the boy was only ten. A man by the name of Holt offered the boy a place to live if he was willing to work hard and help farm. Adrian worked hard, harder than any grown man and earned his right to live there, by the time the young man was around 17 he was known for getting into fights in the village for people disrespecting him or his friend Holt, he would often come home with bloody noses and black eyes for having stood up for his beliefs, Holt would simply clean the boy off and ask him the same question every time, "Tell me boy? Can you hold honor? Can you keep it safe from harm? Can you protect it like a child? If not...then how is it worth dying over?" And of course Adrian would get angry and try to argue that his honor was worth fighting for that people shouldn't disrespect Holt just cause he refuses to fight! But Holt would simply reiterate that honor wasn't worth dying over. By the time the boy was 20 he had begun to understand the truth behind what his adopted father had been teaching him, he rarely got into fights and when he did it was to defend someone who couldn't defend themselves. At age 23 Adrian had become a strong man and Holt had shown him well the art of the sword, it was during one of his regular trips to the village that he first laid eyes on the English, disrespectful and full of themselves Adrian did not like these men, a few weeks later a young boy came to his door covered in ash and begging for help from the only two swordsmen the village knew, Adrian and Holt ran to the village, only to find it engulfed in flames and its residents slaughtered, on a post near the center of town was a decree, that stated anyone who resisted the British military would be met with swift punishment. After that Adrian left home to seek out a man who was supposedly fighting back, fighting for freedom, a man by the name of William Wallace. Adrian would go on to fight alongside William in many battles, until the boy was around 26 and all the way up until William's capture, William had sent Adrian up high into the mountains to store away important British documents, it was in these mountains Adrian found himself hunted by something in the dark, something intelligent and skilled with the art of blending into shadow, Adrian narrowly avoided the creature for 3 days, before weakened by sleeplessness and weariness he fell asleep, Adrian awoke later to horrible cold and an inability to move his body, beside him was a beautiful woman pale as snow with hair red like the setting sun, the woman asked him simply, "Do you wish to live?" Adrian knew she was a witch and he knew not what she had done to him, but as far as he knew his brothers were still expecting his return, so with a heavy heart he agreed, and his immortal life began right there. The woman told him to meet her in those mountains after he was finished with his silly mortal ties and she promised to teach him the truth about life, Adrian received word of his friends capture upon his return. After this Adrian discovered something was very wrong with him, during a fight with a few British soldiers out on patrol in the dark, Adrian lost control of himself and drank deeply from the man sending shock and horror into what remained of his brothers, after that Adrian ran home his farm to find it emptyed and a note left upon his bed, "My son, I leave everything that mattered to me in life to you...fight for others...not honor." Adrian wept for days, and after his grief had passed he took up Holt's sword and made his way to where the woman was, "Woman!" She was fast and agile almost appearing out of thin air, "Have you come to learn of life?" Adrian met her with a sword to her throat, "You will help me free my friend...and in return I will do anything you so ask." The woman agreed and the two of them set off to rescue William Wallace from prison. As you know they were not successful, and William was slain, however the woman who Adrian now knew as Morgan, gave him his freedom for his loss, telling him to simply come to her when he was truly ready. Adrian lived a wild life and became something of a legend a ghost of an old warrior still holding his sword and protecting the innocent in the dead of night. After many many years Adrian traveled to the new world and set to make a life for himself there, as things changed and life went on he found he had a knack for knowing the right people and staying connected, he eventually joined the Mafia and became well known for being able to get information on anyone. No one in the mafia ever questioned why he didn't age or why he was such a skilled executioner, they simply sat back and let him do what he did best, It was during these years he learned about a man named Alistair and sought him out in hopes that the rumors were true...that he was just like him. Personality: Loud mouthed at times, but brave and protective of the innocent, that being said he has never lost the wild spirit he was born with and thus is a perfect fit for the Blackmoore clan. What family do you belong to?: Blackmoore, Power: True Hemokinesis, The ability to control blood of any kind in a variety of different forms, ranging from but not limited to, a skin of armor capable of blocking medium Caliber rounds at close range, blades of blood that can be used from anywhere on his body but must remain connected to him, the ability to cause blood left in places to suddenly sharpen as spike traps, the ability to fire a small amount of solidified blood at extreme speeds, etc Side: Indifferent Weapon: Scottish Claymore. Other: to this day Adrian has yet to go see Morgan...but he will...someday.

Lucian likes him so that says something about his character.

Name: Tyler Reed, Alias: Hemo or tweak Age: 24 Gender: Male Alignment: Helios Skills: Brawling, Breaking and entering, The making of many ilegal things such as homemade explosives and meth, armed robbery, according to Tyler these are all highly useful skills, but in a practical sense he has nothing. Powers: True Hemokinesis, The ability to control blood of any kind in a variety of different forms, ranging from but not limited to, a skin of armor capable of blocking medium Caliber rounds at close range, blades of blood that can be used from anywhere on his body but must remain connected to him, the ability to cause blood left in places to suddenly sharpen as spike traps, the ability to fire a small amount of solidified blood at extreme speeds, etc Equipment: A backpack full of a variety of items, including knives, food, water, and an assortment of chemicals and wires and other things used in making explosives. Personality: Tyler has a dark outlook on life seeing the world as a cold and unforgiving place, that a man can make a life in if he lives by a single creed, "You become smarter than all the ones who got killed or caught, you don't care about anyone but you, and if push comes to shove you pull the trigger." This being said he is extremely effective in a unit or team because of his military background, however if the time came and it was his life or the soldier next to him...Well Tyler is alive still isn't he? History: Tyler Reed was born into a military family, and at 18 joined the army after years of his father hammering into his head that the military was the only life he would accept from the boy. Tyler joined live action, on the front lines to prove to his father that he was a real man worthy of his respect, at the age of 20 Tyler received a letter telling him of his fathers death in an auto accident, Tyler didn't know how to react, some part of him was ruined and another was relieved, Tyler served two more years, it was during his last three months of active duty that he and his team were hit by an IED driving back to base, Tyler was thrown from the Vehicle and barely survived the explosion that had killed his only friends in the world. Tyler was never the same after that and after a psych evaluation it was decided that he was no longer fit for duty and Tyler was shipped home. Upon returning to his empty home adorned with medals he looked his fathers picture in the face, and it was then he realized he had turned into his father, A man who would always look back on his life and never be happy with what he had become. Tyler started hanging around people in town doing drugs and getting high to forget about the pain and the insanity clawing slowly at his mind, the next year was a haze of drugs, fights and narrowly avoiding arrest. In Tyler's mind he was still at war and anyone could be the enemy, he discovered his power while high on meth, he was stabbed during a fight and during his screaming insanity and pain he filled the man with hardened blood spikes from his puddle of blood on the ground. Tyler found that he could use his or his anyone else's blood in almost any way with ease now, all it required was a little imagination. After that he was almost an unstoppable force in the streets, working under the mob, and doing untraceable hits with the blood of animals. It was during one of these hits that he was found by Helios, The agent was ready for him and took him down with ease, Tyler wanted to live and asked for a chance...any chance. The agency would have killed him had he not been so willing to work for them, all he required was a good source of drugs and he would do anything they asked him. Appearance:  Other: Tyler does have a Meth addiction and often doesn't sleep, he's Dependent on Helios as his source and has no problem killing for them.

*runs around in circles till I fall down.*

I'm here of course.

Leon heard the announcement and sighed, lowering his sword he looked between the two of them, "How unfortunate." Leon smiled at them as he slowly went back to his normal attire, and pulled on his jacket from the floor, "Sorry about the old English...My powers come with that curse." Leon held out his hand to Jin, "We definitely have to continue this later. You surprised me...I've never fought someone so nimble." Leon smiled his Italian and Gotham accent a bit stronger around Jin now, "We should sit together at lunch guys...I feel like you guys are cool..." He looked at Jihord and smiled at bit at his own corny joke, "Besides I don't really make many friends...I'd love to hang out with you guys..."

I am so beyond excited for this.

> > Seeing Jin hit the ground Leon's attention was already on Jihord, Leon knew for a fact getting hit by that frosty fist would be game changing, Leon was extremely nimble back stepping just out of the way but he hadn't been fast enough and had been forced to throw up a rising block to bat the fist away but the skin contact had frosted Leon's arm, Leon stepped back again, "so we are using powers...lovely!" Leon smiled as suddenly he was clad in Greek armor, of course he had not summon his weapons...yet. > > > Jihord > > "Selvfølgelig!" > > He said with a wide smile, flicking his arms down, ice covering his torso, shins, thighs, and arms. > > Seeing both of the guys power up, Jin knew her opening to get safe was narrowing. As soon as Jihord started freezing over, she took a deep breath and let out a short cry as she simply let down the self-imposed block on her telekinesis. A wave of force energy spread outward from her like the force of a bomb, and even if it didn't knock down the larger boys, it would certainly distract them. > > Jin hovered a foot off the ground, her eyes white-silver. The air around her was distorted, like asphalt on a hot day. "Man, it feels good to cut loose!" With that, she dropped the power to a closer focus, the area around her hands and feet looking strange. "Bring it on, muscles!" Which one of them was 'Muscles' she didn't specify. > Having seen Jihord armor himself with Ice, Leon summoned a shield and Greek sword, now he was standing there looking just as Achilles had in life, "Ye shall burn like Troy!" He went to advance and was suddenly struck by a blast wave of energy and he looked towards Jin again to see what looked like a floating godess in her place, Leon had to remind himself she was enemy but some part of him felt very strange, he couldn't remember this feeling...was it attraction? Leon backed up for a few seconds, "I see that Achilles shant be able to best two Demigods..." His armor changed suddenly and he went from Greek to a very familiar looking knights armor with a red cape and blue and gold inlayed in the armor, "But even Demigods might bow...to the one true king of Britain!" Leon had a golden and blue sword and sheath hanging on his belt, "Take me up...Casteth me out..." Leon drew The blade in a flurry of motion and Screamed at the top of his lungs, "EXCALIBUR!!!" And that's when the sword exploded with light so bright it was like being hit with a flashbang, this blinding light filled the entire room and blinded everyone with holy light, and to anyone of Shadow or Void nature it would be incredibly painful. When the light died Leon stood there his eyes cold and regal, "Dost Thou still wish to face thy king?" Excalibur sparkled with blue holy lightning up the blade, "For verily I tell the...I shan't go easy."  

Alexander smiled at the words of his friends, he had truly missed having allies, "The Reaper is back in the game!" He knew that some people would dislike him because of his title, Kinslayer, the one player who survived the deaths of two guilds, and lived on, The Reaper. Alexander say Flood defend Mason and that made him a friend in Alexander's book, so when he was struck Alexander reacted instantly moving so fast that he appeared underneath the dog, "Heavenly Vortex!!!" Alexander suddenly shot straight up into the air spinning his scythes around him and turning him into a rising vortex of blades, he went right through the Cerberus and out his back, taking down another whole health bar, Alexander then landed next to Flood and steadied him, "I've got your back friend."