"Long life? Hm... well, I reckon it's luck, creativity, and two spoonfuls of honey."
Name:
Mendax "Prox" Proditor
Age:
Twenty-seven
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Still Unknown
Appearance:
His long white hair is always tied up in a high ponytail, and though his father told him and his fellow peers often remind him, he always forgets to trim his bangs every few days. He's got a tall, lean build, with most of his weight being muscles and honey, as well as cheap bread and questionable fruit.
Height:
6'3
Weight:
200lbs
Personality:
Prox is easily excitable about the simplest of things, often more interested about that sale of five-herbs-in-one-payment deal than whether or not he actually had money to pay for it. Despite this, he's somehow always prepared, down to exact change or napkins for an accidental spill. Blaming it on the stars, Prox is rather double-sided in all matters of his personality, one second a chatterbox and the next quiet, one second alert and alive, while the next, quickly fast asleep. In between his wishy-washiness and "words of wisdom" (most of which include misquotes from books he never read), Prox easily comes off as trustworthy, to the point where one might want to coddle him, despite the giant he is.
History:
Born to an heiress of a bakery and a travel-bound lover, Prox was destined to live a life of adventure. More so because the romance was an affair, and his mother- who had run away with the traveler- died of overexertion. So, in the tender age of nine months old, Prox was armed with his father and the vastness of the world.
So you would think.
His father settled down to take care of Prox, their names made up in choosing through documents the traveler had gathered, in a language unfamiliar, dead, and beautiful. As Prox grew up, he adopted a nickname given to him by other children, excitedly showing it off to a weary father chained by mortgage and living. He ended up working at the Andria Colosseum, finding it a relief and a substitute for packing his bags and leaving.
When Prox was six, his father finally unpacked the luggage that they had always kept packed, and Prox finally showed signs of Red Magic in his temples. This confused the ex-traveler, for he was no magician, and neither was his late lover... then again, it had never been discussed. So, his father celebrated this newfound magic, saying it was another present from his mother along with his fair complexion, and he brought Prox often to his work where the child- ever abundant with curiousity- learned more about his and other Magicians' abilities.
Prox joined the colosseum when he was in his late teens, tapping out his father and assuring him that the world had been waiting long enough. And with a hearty goodbye, the traveler went out once more, and Prox became heavily involved with fighting. It was hard, both the loss of his father and being beaten repeatedly in the span of months, but he was a quick learner, and eager to train. Picking up jogging as well as sparring with his peers, his father's legacy and his eagerness and his own cheery attitude easily made him a favourite, even if the others show it by treating him like a child behind the curtain.
Now, Prox is no longer the youngest member and enjoys mentoring or training with others, yet somehow always finds himself being treated younger than the actual young members.
Likes:
- Jogging
- Singing
- Honey
- His hair
- Seeing Magic happen
- Honey
Dislikes:
- Shouting, Having to shout
- Mysteries
- Intense Heat
Starting Faction:
Colosseum Fighter
Magic Shade:
Red
Manifestation:
The entire back of his head, including the hair that grows out of it. (If that's alright? I can always change it//laffs)
Musical Theme(s):
(im kidding omg)
Other:
- He's done some research on his name.
- And on his background.
- Tone deaf, but in a cute way. Sort of. Not really.
- Enjoys buying luggage bags???
The date was June 30th, 30XX. That was the day the people of Andria would remember forever. A new generation of magicians would be born, one that far surpassed any group anyone had seen before. Of course, every blessing comes with it's curse. You could say that the birth of this power was the universe's way to prepare Andria for the terrible threat that loomed overhead. What role will you play? Will you fight against the darkness, or become part of it? Only time will tell.
World History
Andria was a country born from dust. One of few countries scattered throughout the world, this particular area of was once rampant with war, disease, famine, and death. Although many tried to tame the wild spirit of the land, all of them ended up failing to do so. In fact, none of them lasted more than a week before they gave up hope or were otherwise defeated. That is, until three warlords banded together. They were the first three magicians to ever live. The three, who had been friends since birth, went on an intense journey for a sacred treasure. It was rumored that the gods had left essences of their power somewhere in the land that would become Andria in the future. After many years of searching for this treasure, the three men found it in the form of a red goblet, a blue goblet, and a yellow goblet. Each of these goblets, when drank from, gave the men the powers of magic. Using this newfound power, the Yellow Magician's superior intellect, the Blue Magician's incredible drive, and the Red Magician's amazing recruiting skills, they swiftly united all people across the lands to form the powerful land of Andria, the kingdom where this adventure takes place.
The current rulers are members of the Emprilian family. This family was born hundreds of years after the initial formation of Andria. The descendants passed on the power of magic from the original users which is how magic users become more prolific. The Emprilian family was born through the marriage of Susan Suyuki, a Yellow Magician who was a direct descendant of the original user, and Agrin Oskra, a descendant of both the Blue and Red Magicians. They married and changed their last name to usher in a new era of ruler with no nominal relation to the original magicians. A side effect of this was a line of royals who were could be born with all three elements. This marriage took place 500 years ago.
Over time, magicians rose to high positions in society due to their sheer power and historical prestige. This includes military positions, law enforcement positions, and jobs fighting in the colosseum, where their flashy fighting styles make excellent entertainment. While the outer edges of the country sometimes suffer from attacks from invaders, the capitol was largely peaceful, save a few minor crimes here and there. This is all about to change however. There are rumors that a person has developed a new shade of magic which has been dubbed "Black Magic." Several high ranking officials have been murdered, and people claim to have seen a dark figure prowling the streets in the night. What's more worrisome is that it seems the Black Magician is gathering an army. Because of this, the capital is preparing for war.
Position: Head of the Andrian Military
Position: Head of The Royal City's Police
Position: Owner of the Battle Coliseum
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̵̠̘͍̳̮͌͒ͮ̄͋ͭͤ́͢ͅDͥ́ͧ́́҉̣̟̘͚ų̱̹̬̤̪̞̋̔ͪ͝i̸̲͎̻͚ͬ́̅š̛̬̳̗̙̱̳̯̖̈̑̽̑ͥ͆̐ ̦̗̱̮̓̓̌̾̉͘a̶̱̯̯̱͛͋͆̐͢p͔̮̾̅t̢͖͈͔͉̦̼͉͛̒̀̄ͮ̃͊͂̉͟ȩ̵̣͓̲̥̟͋ͬ̐ͪ̒͒̋ņ̘͓̣̠͖͚̘͖͌̋̈ͨͬ̽̃ţ̛͚̩̥̫ͣ̄̅̄̈ͪ̉̕ ̤̗̜͔̫̈́̄̎̓ͥ̈́͂̃p̴̯͇͈͙͂̃ͮͥ̀̚ͅr̠̳̳̉̃͒͋ͬ̃͂͛ͥ̀͡ơ̴͚̥̮̜̲̩̬̼ͬ̈́̄̈́i̷̭̬̙͎̠͙̩̝͐̿̔̾̈́ͥn̶̳̟̬̽̅ͧ́ ̴̷̴̻͖͓̫̜̜̤ͧͦ̑̍̽̂ͧͪͬq̤̗̺̠̏̍͐̇͑͊ͦ̓̀u̯͈͕̣̝ͤ̐̒͑́ͅi̲͔̺͑̽̔̃ͩ͢s̼̪̪̣̝͇͙͛ͧͭͦ̒̓ͧq̴̢͓̞̼͎͍̹̱̀ͣͦ̂̇͘u̲̮͉̤͇̞̗̓̅͛̀͊ͧ̀͘e̵̺̱̳̽ͭ̂͗ͯͤ͘ ̲̰͇̥͔̥̏ͬ͊̆ͬ̍͞ͅt̵̨͓̪̮ͯ̀e͕̮̲̤̪̖͇̤̔ͩ̅͋̄m̖̞̟͚̰̩̮͆̍ͩ̕͜p̢̛̖̻͐̐ͩ̒u̴͓̗̘̹̞̞̯̤̐͊ͤ̓̈́͜s̲̹͖̦͍̎̈́̅ͩ̍̑̀ ̡̛̱̥ͥ̉̚͘ȧ͓̻̩̭̤̰̳̒͒̽̎͛ͨ́ͅc͓̟̣̲͙̬ͣͯ̽ͦ́ͅc͎͕̻̬͈̃̀͊̌͒̓̄͢͡ͅų̸̣̈́ͪͦͧ̓ͩ̚͝m̝͖̈́ͮ͗̆̕͘s̵͚͚̘̝̲̼̩̫̅̑ͣ͒̀̚͝a̷̭̩̺͐͒̋̓̓̋̋n̛̹͇̞̻͖̾͞ ̡͉̦͎̗̖͓ͧͪ͋͑ͫ͌ͅţ̨͉̤̟͈̼̹̭̼ͮ̑̊̍͑͘i͓̋ͨͩͨ̑ͬͯͤnͣ̒͆͂ͫ̐͠҉̺̭̰͇͈̱͚̻c̨͕̩̩̳̻̠̭̽͆͛͛͛͡į̻̗̲̣̠ͦ͂̄͑̇̅̐͋d̴̦̙͙̤̅ͫ̈̈͐͟u̷͍͍̳͈̟͍̣̎́̍̋ͯͮͯņ̭̻̻̲̥̜̳̠ͤͯ͛̋͊ͧ͘t͓̻̙̀̏͒̃͜͠ ̈́̈̋̎͂̆̈͏̱͕̭p̯̦̳͍̄̄͛͋ͨ̄̓̕ȅ̼͉̲̣̯̰͕ͭ͌ͫ͂ͮ̓́́r̬̞͉̦̬̓ͬ̓̍̉ͩ͋̚̕͢͡ ̣̫̙̻̫̫̓̏͒̈́͗̇̆̕ą̦͈͍͎̪͎̯͗ͪ̍c͐ͩ҉̶̮̤̰͔̼͓͇,̲͙ͤ̐͋ͧ͂̃̚̕ ̢̮̬͎̄ͤ͛v̴̗̼̠͕̼̫̯̫͆î͔̤̰̘̠̠̦͕̄̏ͫ͗̒̓̈́͘v̰̭͓͆̿ȅ̷ͥ͊͛̏̂̄҉͚̯̰̳͕̹̭ȓ̡̲̫̤͈̰̹͚̗̐͐ͫ̏ͬͧͅr̡̼̿̊́͌̈̈́̑a̻͇̔̀ͯͥ͡ ̼͖̱̹͔̽̎͋ͬͯ̿̑ͦ͢f̡̙̟̞͈̓͐͟ͅě̴̼̹̯͊̅͋͗̔́͢ľ̙̯͉̲͎̫̓ͬ̃̏͊̂ͬi̺͂̄̏ṣ̢ͧ͛̀͘ ̼͚͊̓ͨ̕͡ͅư̩̣͈͗̎̅ͦ͊ͅl͐͗͜҉͙̼̩͙̰͔̦t͚̫̞͌̓r̪̎̈́̓̄ͫ͗ï̥̻͎̃̇́͞c̴̟̙̈́ͬ̏ͥ͊͠͝i̳͓͕ͪͨͭ̾ͦ̀͗͗͢e̶͕̳̽ͬs̻̝̰͙̈ͮ ̖̯͍͎̥̆́̿̄̔̂̀ͅf̸̹̮̝̎ͥ̑̏͛ͨ͂͝ȇ̶ͪ̇ͨͥ̑͆҉̤̫r̵̮̮̻̼̜̜̞ͪ̓ͫͨ͌̋m͔̬̦̑̅ͣ̈ͪ͑͂ę̜̹̌̿n͐ͪͦ̑ͦ̄͊҉̜͙͖ṫ̷̤͍̤̺̣̋̏ͫ̈͌ů͇̰̖ͩ̃̀̃ͫ̏͘͠m̰͍̝̱ͥ̀ͬ̔̆̍̓ͫ̕̕ͅ ̨̖̫̹̹ͯ͂̂l̨̟̩̳̮̆̂͛̀o̳͉̪̯̘̞͈̻̓ͬ̌ͬͣͯ͛͛̕͟b̲̙͆̒ͭͣ͑ͩo̶̸̝̳̓ͬ̆̐̅͐̏͑͠r̤̠͔̂̚͟t͖͉͎ͣ̓ͦȋ̴̞̮̖͆̑ͦ̑̒ͧ͌͡s̷̻̩̺͓̝̼̹ͬ̇̊ͯ͊̐̉͆͛ ̺͙̪̪͚̤̈́ͤ̾̃̈̒̄c̢͉̬̯̘̒̎́͞ű̷̲ͪ̍ͫ͂̇͂r͉̘̱̖̖̰̰͆̉ͮͤ̀͜ͅa̽̔͆ͨ͏̻͉͖̮̯̬́b̨͙̳͌̊͘͜i̶̸̵̟͇̟̖̰̖̠̒͗ͅt̸̮̩̜̥̣̦̎͛̂̂ͥͫ́̀u̵̡̗͓̣͊̑̾̂̎̒̇ŗ̻̹̦͕̯̠̅̔͑̉̇ͩ̓͗͞ ̢͈̞̟̰̱͑͋̂̓͑̒͊̚͘ả̹̮̘̤͇́͝t̢̩ͣͩ̋ͣ͋ ̸̵̲̠͕̮͕̤̻͍͙ͪ́ĺ͈̼̟̗͚̤ͤͪͤ̽̑͑ȩ̸̝̞̰̝͍̝̎̾̓̓̿ͅc̶̘̩̩͈̖̫̹͍ͥ͒ṱ̩̥ͤ̇̓͐̀͒ų̮͈͖̱̬͗̌͌̇̇͂̒̿s̡̲̠̳͍͍̲ͪ̎̑ͬ̍ͦͫ͑,̷͖̜̰̤̫̊̅̏̌̈ͨ͡ ̨̡̦̭̲̻̀͂ͧr̷͕̬̠̹̠͎͓̈̓́͞h̘̹͍̰͒͒ͦ̏ͦ̉o̤̣̼͑̈́̈n̛̹̰͓̭̗ͮ̊͋̃̽ͦ̒ͤ͘c̨͖̣̲̰̈͗́̅͋̿ͨu̶̵͎͍͉͔̟̳̣̖ͩ͛͂ͮ̊͒͗̊s̷̞ͤ͐͗̀͠ͅ ̦̻͔̓͊͂̏̍̾ͅo̢͎̭͙̦͇͈͉͐̀́r͕̱̖̯̤̬̣̊͛̋̿͂̂̒̚͟͠͠n͒̅̃̆ͭ̒̾̑ͤ͏̸͕̜̫̩̣̭̬̤̀ͅa̵̧̛̐̂̌̽͒͗ͅr̨̈̀ͣ̒̍ͫͫ͟҉͚̺̦͇͈͎ȩ̵̻̱̳̹̎͒ͯ̅̒ͩͧ̑ ̯̳͇͇͐͌ͩ̏ͪ̆͆v͗́͏̟̗̞̭̥͟ǐ̶̡̥̬͚̣̺̳̗̈́̓ͪ̔ͪͩt̠̎ͤ̒͛̔͢a̺̟͌ͦ̕e̡̪̠̙̰͉̤̫͚͖̎̿ͣͥ́̇̔́ ͤͦ͠͏͇̙̗̟͓̮́a̖͙͖͚͖ͭͮ̓ͨ́̑͒p̗̼̙͗ͭ̊ͧͪ̔t̴̵̜̣̝̫̘ͧ̋̌̽̾̋̚͞ͅe̴̜̤̭͋̑ņ̶̶̱̱̤̼̦͉̦ͮ̌̄̋ͅt̪ͫ́͗̂̂ͭͩ̾̚͜͝ ̟̻͈̺̲̜̻̉l̴̨̘̣͑̾a̧̻͖̠͗̏ͬͬ́ͧ̒ͦ̍c̷̶̸̞̱̟͙̑ͭ̄́ͅi͒̿ͫͫ͆́͏̸̟͉͇n̷̬̫̦͖̯͓̓̈͆͜͟i̵͚̋ͥ̇͒ͩa̖̳͙̺̩͕͖̳̓̾͌̀̚͝ ̢̧͔̣̳̬̙̘̰̏̆͊ͅạ̴̡̏̿͒͗̄̽͐ͧḿ̡̧̼͓͈͎͔͍̤̆̏̽̎̓͢e͈͓̥̤͚̱ͫͅt̩͍̠̪̮̳̭̜̓̓́͜͠ ͖̘̫̯̮ͣ̍͗m̞ͣ͗ͮ̉ͣͯ͘ī̸̞̲̲̱̹ͧ͗̏̽ͨͮͯͮ͢.̨̛̠̳͍̳ͭͣ̏͠
̻̟ͯ͝G̲͕̯̽ͩ̇͐͛ͪ̀͢r̥̳͈͍̣̥̐ͯ̿a̛͈̳͓̖̻̤̾̄ͩ̀͜v͈̦̦̟̬̹̰͊ͭ̕i͆͑̈ͭ͒̂̌҉̟̳̲̲͖̥͈d̶̳͙ͤ͋̾a̢̡̟̲̼͑̉̇͛̑ͯͦ́ ̢̣ͫͪ̔ͫ̌̉ͥ̕p̵͇̣̦̼̯̪͒͐͞e̩̙̠̩͕ͣ̀̚l̳̝̞͎̦̮̽͑̿̑͠ľ͙͕̪̜̤͙̖ͦ̄̑ͅḛ̡̫͇̜̤̘̒̃ͦ̊͌͗̐ͫ͑͟ņ̘̦̗̫̼̮ͥͮͩͬ̊̽͜t͚̖͔̤̜̘̠̪̂̊́e̼͇͇̩͉̫̱̅ͨ͗̈́ͯͪ̚͜ͅs̴̡͖̤̫̙̳̭͙͒q͕̮̱̮͕͎̿ͥͫ̈̔̉͠͝ū̵̲̭̝̺͙̪̮̄́̀͟é̖̤̪͍̯ͮ͌̊̌͘ͅ ̭̫͚̋̔̂ͤ̌̆̅̈́͒ṿ̗̾̀ͬ̋͂͂͂͌̀o̮̱̞̫̭̣̯ͥl̏ͦͨ́ͫ́ͥ҉̧̛͚̱̘̝͉u̢̬͕̪̻̯̠̬͇ͦ͛ͬ͐͠ͅt͈͕̦ͥ͒ͮͪ̇p͌ͮ̏̾ͪ̈́͏̷̩̻͇a͈̹̦͖ͫ̽̋ͧͥ̀t̳̪̭͂̏͋ͫ͌͋̽ͯ͝ ͚̙̲̦̦̰͖̰̂̆̇̿̓̚͠e͉͖̟͔̼̝͉̅͌ͯ̎ͣ̉ṱ̴͔̹̘̠̝͓̪ͣ͗̾͐ͯ ̟̖̻̦̜̓͐ͭ̚u̥̹̯̼͔͓̲̺ͫͭl̔͗̒҉̸̛̗͖t̷̢̗͈͙͇̤̗ͨ̅ͥ̏̾͐̐r̡͖̦̙̠͚̹ͩ͑͗͟ị̸̛̼̗̔̂̂ͩ̏̂̍̆ċ̅̔͏͎̦̗i͍̠̗͍̠̝ͩ͆͛̑́̕͜e̛̯̻̔ͬͬ̉ͯͨ͒̐͢s̟͉͓̬̹̤ͮ̊́̑ͥ̋͟ ̦͎̻̃̽̓̆̂ͅn̝̫͔̘̯̜͆̋̂̊͊̊ͧ͌͒͠u̾ͯ҉̷̡̤̹̬̪̬͉͎ͅn̫̻̯͐č̶̷̤̘̼̳̲͈̰̌̓ͪ̐̂ͨ͢ͅ ͪ̓͛̈ͧ̽ͩ̒̂͏͕̘̤̱͙̳̘ạ̗̋̈ͤ̍ͨ͝e͓̖̭̫̓ͦͩͭ̑̆̾̀͢n̡̛͇̯̙͍̮̲̞̯͂ͩͪͤ͑͜ẹ̴̼̖̲͔̮̥̃ͭͥ̂͌̊͐̔a̍ͦͯ̀͂̐̆̚҉̘̺̳͙́͠n̵̗̼̭̮͈̜̖͇̎͊̍̚ ̢̩̉͆̓͌̓ͨ͂̅͡l̹̖̩͙̥͎ͭ͒ͧ̇͌̓̑͞a͐͐̓ͥ̓ͭ҉̸̦̪̰͓̜͘ô̧̤͎͇̩̣͚͙͔͋̾͊͗ͧ̀ͫ̚͘r̃ͨ͏҉̞̝͓̝̬̖̗ē̸̢͕͕͍̫̼͕͉͕̾̾ͫ̓̔̌̚e̙͈̪̣̖͍̎̉͐̃̿͌͛̔̑͠t̾҉̯̦̼,͈͔̤̎̓̓̄ͯ͆͋͗͢ ̴͔̟ͣ̏̃ͨ̿̌̐͂́͡l̲̰͕̲͖̓̿͒̍̏̄̊̀͞u̸̳̜͎̥̹̓̓c͕̖̜͈̹͕̣̥̟͛ͤ͐ͣ͜͜͝t͎̠͕̖̹̮͈̰̽͗̍̓̄̽͛͗͘͡͞u̡̡͔͙̥̼̹̫͑͒̀ͮ̅̿͛̏s̘̗̣̱͓̞͇̗͛ͭ̆̽̂̉ͣ͋ͤ̕͜͠ ̨̮͇̇ͫ̍̏̎͊p̺̬͉̑͋̏͂̎̓̇͘͝ų̲̠͙̣̤͉̏͑̓͗ŗ̪͆͆̃͂̽̋u͊̑̒ͧͦ̋̍̾͗͏̵̯̱͙̥̹͉̭s͎̻̝̼̮̺̪͎͋͢͡ ̆̎̔҉͚͇͎̖͙̀͡d̷̤̯̬͓̤̫̝̋ͫ̊ͪ͛i̖̯͋͊̐ͤͪ͋́͠͝a̱̳̙̼̻̒̌̍͗̌͞m̋̒̽ͭ̑̂̍̓̑͘͏̨͍̠̰͉̟ ̴̢͖͋̈ͩ͋̉vͦ̀ͧ̕͏̰e͓͙̯̩͎̙̙͋̅̚͞͝sͤͬ҉̣t͚̯͙̲̮̝̊͗̉ͬͯ̓ͧ͜i̢͙͙̩͐̓ͧ̾́͡b̶̵̹̬̪ͤ͋ͧ́ͪͫͨͬ͞u̵̥͔̘̠̫͈ͯ͂̉̎͑̇͟ͅl̴̺̼͇͇͌̇͐̏ų̤̫̺̳̦͎̭̭ͭ̀m͙̻̼͔̪̋ͥ͆ͪͪ̒̿͠ ̸̺̻̺̮͔̮̥̜̅̿͛r͎ͦ̈́̇ͩ̎ͧ̐ͭͯh̫͎̜̻͉̜̺̦ͯ̿̂́̃ͭ̏͌ö̷̙͈ͪͫͪ̋̆̆͊͟͠ņ̮͖̭̆̄͑̾̌ç̝̐ṷ̶̗̯̜̝̩̒ͧͯ́͟ş̣̟͉̮̓͌͊̅ ̴̤̣͚͕̫̙̲̦̼̀̏̓ͨ͒ͬa̡̖̗̝̹̤̱̙̮͛̚ř̴͍͔̇ͯ̇̏͑ͧ̀c͍̘̮͙̜ͬ̍͗̓̆u̸͙̯͈̳̟̳̣̯̺ͨ͐̋͑̓͂͐̓ ̵̛̙̬͎̩̪̪̦̜ͮ̑͠ļ̜̣͌ͬ̆̒͗͐o̶̧̨̫͉͚͔͑ͧ͐̾̿̚b̧̰̫͎̫̞̣̮͌ͯͪͦ͆̕oͦ͑̓̄̀͏̷͉̪r͙͍̰̦̻̼̉͊̇̊̇̃͂͝t̸̬̦̮̫̱̲̣̑̄i̸̡̳̟̪ͪ͗ͦ̉͊́s͔̯̘̠̭̿ͥ͒͞ͅ,̂̆ͣ̑͏̘̱̪̳͘͞ ̢̘̫͎̮̺͉͔͂̔͠v̤͍ͫ͑͌͋̓̿͠ê̴̄͆͒̒ͮ̄͏̖͍͍̞̪ͅͅh̡̫̞̟̅͌ͫͥ̊̍̿̒́ï̡͉̰̙͖̺̻̯͛͐̋͘c̦̩̞̦̲̩͐ͮ̋́u̹͂̔̄͊͋ͨ̌͐̚ḻ̸̛̭̼̤͇̲̜̜͆̋̀̏̒̓ͧ̕ạ͓͍̠̙͎̫ͧ̊̄̉ͮ ̵̜̻̻̏̒ͅv̵͇͖̯͔͉̅ͮ͊ͅi̡̨̙̹̩͕͍̻͆ͮͨ̉̍ͅv̶̜̯̰͈̿ͨ͌ȩ͓̏̂ͩͬ̈̉͠r̨̜̜̝ͪ̈ͣ̈́̃̚͟r̨̟̪͚̬̫̣̼͖ͮ̓͛̂ͥͩǎ̱̪͕ͦ̍́͘ ̥̞̙̌̍͂̕͢cͮͮ̍͛͋͋́͒͒͏̜̳ȕ̮̝͛ͣͤͯ̿̽͝ŕ̊҉̸̤͙a͙̙ͧͬ͋͊ͫ̃͌̏̐͘b̖̙̬ͥ̾ͬͮ̍̉i̶̸̧̘̰̩̝͊̿t̼̮̱̺̥̲̼̒ͯ́ͥ̾͜u̴̢̳̜̬̥̖̗͗ͮ̀̑̍̂̎ͤ͠r̸͔͙̤ͬ̂ͬ͐̌ͧ͌͑͂ͅ ͊̓̉ͧ҉̦̲̱̲̦͟ḿ͉͙͕̻̭͔͇͍ͦ̄ͩ͂̿̂͟͠a̵̧̜͖ͯͯ̌̍̓̿ṫ̪̙̱̮̦̭͍̾̋̂̈́̊͟ţ͉̠̝̮ͨ̋́̿ͭ̍ī͔̜̬̼̂̆͋͜͝s̹̯̠̝̯̼̬̟̥ͩ̇̉̄̿ͮͬͥ̚ ͙̤̬̻̈́ͫ̋ͫ̿̋ş̣̩͈̳̳͔̩͇̌̑͌̃́͐͒́ę͎͈ͭ̈́͗͛ͧͮ́͛́̕m̶͈̜̠̰̩̠̟͑̂͆p̼̬̗̲̮̣̜͆͜͠ͅẻ̶̗̬͉̥͕̑͑̊ř͓̟̞̟̭̪͕̏ͭ ̨͖̬ͥ̉͜ͅu̷̵̙̖͚̰̱̳̖͙͖ͭͨĺ̴̺͔̻̯͎̹͇͍̮͊̈̆̂́ļ͇͉̳̥̲̹̠̽́̔͒̊̏̈́͆͠ą̦͖̤̥̝̏ͭͬͥ͆͘m̷̡̮̼͉͎̜̗̈́̽͡ĉ̯͙̦͇̜̰̞̈ͪͯͩͩo̴̪͚ͧ́r̴̼̘̼͓̣̤̳̱͛̍ͥ͟p̷̹̮̪͈̪̺̦ͥ̌͌̓͘͞e̦̼̣̰͕̓̽̔ͥr̶̲̻͓̋ͪ̌ͬ.̴̧̩̮͑̍͐ͨ͋̄̿͂
Eilis L. | Yellow | Naginata | Member
Ryan V. | Red | Lower Arms | Member
Xander D. | Red | Shield | Member
Mendax P. | Red | Scalp/Hair | Member
Zugos V. | Blue | Twin Axes | Member
Darrius L. | Blue | Gladius
Altzer L. | Yellow | Rocket Lance
Violet F. | Yellow | Rapier
Jinn | Yellow | Chinese Halberd
Rez V.| Red | Wrists
