Powers:

• Enter: the Sharpswordsman
  Throwing swords proves very useful if there are any around. Simply put, this ability allows for Bonesword to throw any sort of sword with incredible accuracy and power. For a visual explanation, think about how the sword throwing in Superhot works.
• Bloody Harvest
  Bonesword animates sentient plant-life close to him, and whatever is animated is sworn to do whatever Bonesword desires until the task is completed or the animated dies. If any large plant life is not around, Bonesword can make it grow very quickly out of nothing, and if it isn't used, it will persist as a normal plant.
• Passive Plant Manipulation
  Bonesword can make plants bend to his will without giving them life. Pretty cool stuff.
• Undeath
  As long as the skull of Bonesword remains intact, his soul is still present and he is able to take another skeleton's body for himself. If he cannot immediately take another skeletons body, Bloody Harvest is activated, allowing for a plant to carry the skull until a skeleton is found.
• Honor Strike
  One strike, empowered with the memories and feelings of brotherly love, is delivered to an enemy, greatly damaging them. Any and all demons tremble in the sight of this, and are blazed in a holy light, devastating them for near deadly amounts of damage. Catch is, Bonesword must be under insane amounts of stress to use this power.
  ^{*This power is not holy, it is just aimed at demons because of history and beef with them.}

Weapons:
The Shroomblade
Crafted specifically for the use by Bonesword, this blade's scabbard replicates the mushroom head on Bonesword, and has proven it's near indestructibility. Throughout the years, it has acquired a taste for the blood of demons, and as a result, it has a potency against demons.

Religious Cutlass
A very-light cyan colored scimitar, occasionally changing colors into a darker shade of seafoam. Currently, it has not been revealed as to what it does, but the metal of the blade is otherworldly.

UNLEASH
The name given to the sword granted to him by Hohenheim. It has similar markings to the weapons that Iona uses, and the only information the swordsman was given about it was that it would become lighter if the swordsman were to succumb to his bloodthirsty desires.

"CHARLIE"
Charlie is a basil-isk, and the pet-project Bonesword had been working on for months... maybe even years. It has acquired a taste for Demons and Angels alike due to the many skeleton arms, crosses and bibles it has eaten throughout it's existence.

Shooting Star (Granted after Oblivion Dungeon)
The Shooting Star is an external shield modification equipped on Bonesword. While charged, it will provide solid defense from any sort ranged attack until it depletes from overuse, then it must wait about 8-10 seconds to fully recharge. While depleted, however, any melee attack from Bonesword will cause a star to fall from the skies at breakneck speeds, slamming into the opponent and dealing quite a bit of extra damage.



Theme: High Quality Undertale Trash (Note: Plants are summoned in order to play this song, typically pumpkins).

Powers:

• Flight
  Ethereal beings of a supernatural origin typically have the ability to hover around, even if it's just at low altitudes. Thankfully, Abigail can just fly however long she desires, because that's a perk of being a ghost, although the speed of her flight is slower the farther away from the ground she is.
• Ghostly Perks
  A perk of being a ghost is that you can't really be affected by typical mortal ailments, so any kind of typical chemical weapon, poisonous gas, or disease cannot harm Abigail. If it's magic mustard gas though, that's another thing.
• Dreambolt
  Through a channeling of Abigail's inner dreams and desires, a pastel blue bolt of ethereality is shot out of her palms, devastating the target. If Abigail is near any teammates that are willing to share their dreams with Abigail, the bolt becomes increasingly powerful.
• Nightmare
  Abigail can completely take away a foes willingness to fight by giving them a sight of the most horrific thing they can imagine, traumatizing them into submission. However, Abigail cannot incapacitate a foe unless they are significantly weaker, and the foe must actually be able to have conscious thoughts, preventing this from being able to affect any AI.

Weapons:
Wisp Veil Cannons
2 floating turrets made out of the dreams and thoughts of those Abigail has met surround her and act as her weapons of choice. They have a high fire rate, natural homing ability towards any opponents aggressive towards Abigail, and can be charged for a single shot that can really pack a punch.

The Spear of Destinies
A flashy name for a regular old spear, but it has a lot of sentimental value to Abigail. The spear was the last gift given to her by the demon she loved, and she's used it as her melee weapon of choice ever since she rose from her grave.

Theme: More High Quality Rips

Appearance:



History:

Under the moonlit whispers, upon the midnight shore, the lightning chased the thunder, and
voices sung blood down upon the sands. I knelt my head upon the nameless rocks, and took them
in my hands, they broke away like ash and sand. A distant song, sad and melancholy, danced atop
the waves. Tides of glass and broken dreams washed along the shores.

A soundless whisper upon the wind carried far away, to break the tide of glass upon the midnight glade.

A dark and soundless song, sung behind the moon. The starless night listened wide,
yet sounds it did not hear. The glass was shattered silently atop the nameless stones. The
lady in the mirror moon, beckoned to the wind, as storming silence sank the blood into the midnight
sand. Under the sea of glass the voices called again, a whisper first, but more yet
came to bare. The roaring voice that softly screamed a song of years gone by. Behind the
moon, a dark so deep, a black so cold it cut across the sky.

Madness cried its twisted call to broken minds and fears. Visions seen through eyes of weeping
red. Only the mad could live a life upon the midnight shore, where the singing moon is true as voices
whispered in your ear. Only here did the tides of glass kiss the nameless stones. And for all its
thruth, and maddening ties, only here did the lightning chase the thunder across the starless moonlit skies.

I know not what I am, and know not where I go. The dark is so very quiet, the black so very cold.

What am I to be now?

I cannot hear the songs.

Why will she not sing to me?

So alone and cold, so alone, alone alone alone alone alone...

CRACK

Suddenly the darkness was not so dark, a single point of light in the never ending void. The light started to web out like cracks on a window, and with a noise like shattering, the darkness disappeared. It was replaced with a place Maen had never seen before.

A sprawling landscape lay before him, strange green hairs on the floor under him tickled his toes, and unknown scents wafted to his nose. The sky was blue instead of black and confusion was written plain on his face.

He breathed in the crisp air.

Something new.

Name: Khaine
Title: Doom of a Thousand Worlds, Dread Blade of Conquest
Age: Believed to be around 500.000 years old, but can't remember.
Gender: 'male'
Allegiance: Mostly Neutral
Race: Demon
Height: 3.2 m
Weight: 850 kg
Personality:
Khaine's nature is a bit of a contradiction. He embodies war, and therefore is inherently warlike. Prideful and competitive he relishes any chance to show off his combat prowess, and thoroughly enjoys battle. Often he is harsh and brutal, capable of killing hundreds without batting an eye. In all things he is honourable, and fear is a foreign concept to him. These traits were instilled into him to make him a perfect killing machine. Despite this he has gained an affinity for peace, that thing which is his very opposite. Like a flame longing to swim he can never truly live in peace, but he has adopted what traits of peacefulness he can. He enjoys meditation and long silences, which plays into his generally silent nature. Actions speak far louder than words, after all. He attempts to be merciful when he can, and hates when he is unable to save an innocent life. While he is usually calm and strategic about everything he does, he becomes reckless when the lives of the innocent are threatened, and often leaps into the line of fire to save these lives.
History:
Within the depths of the World Forge, the Dread Knights were forged from war itself. Hatred and pride, bloodlust and determination, and the thrill of battle. These warriors would lead the Legions of the Forge, armies of demonic creatures that would invade and destroy the mortal realm. Khaine was placed in charge of the Fifth Legion, and he lead his army to war. Armies streamed forth from fissures in reality and overwhelmed entire worlds, before the planet itself was pulled into Hell to be molten down for more weapons within the World Forge. Hundreds such worlds fell to the Legions, overrun by an unstoppable horde of demonic monsters. For over a hundred thousand years Khaine lead the Fifth Legion to victory, each death merely bringing him back stronger, and more terrible.

Exactly what changed, nobody knows. Even Khaine cannot recall an epiphany, some singular moment of clarity that heralded his change. But after so long serving as an agent of war, he began to feel empty inside. The destruction of worlds held little thrill for him, and overwhelming the opponent became lackluster. Over the years he became slowly more careless, challenging enemies to single combat in order to recapture that lost sensation. He duelled angels, overwhelmed alien minds, and tore apart great war machines. But no matter how he fought he could not escape this strange sensation that festered within his essence. One day he abandoned his army to walk the surface of an unravaged world alone, a visitor. After so many years of war he longed to learn the meaning of peace, and although it took him many years he found his answers.

Yet he could not abandon the sword. Wherever he went, destruction seemed to follow. Enraged at his betrayal, Khaine's former brothers in arms now sought to destroy him. To break him down, and return him to what he was. To forge a new warrior from the remains of his essence. Even when he managed to escape his pursuers, Khaine knew he could never truly know Peace. War was his nature, his essence, it was what he had been created for. Without war, without battle, he could no more exist than a flame without fuel. But if war was indeed his nature, then he would make it a war worth fighting. He would be War, but a War for Peace. And he would continue to fight until the day war had finally come to an end, and he could fade away in peace.

Now the Dread Knight Khaine is seen on the battlefield, enemy of all, ally to none. He can be found on the battlefields of Earth and the plains of Heaven and the depths of Hell. Everywhere where innocents suffer from war, he fights to save them. And anywhere where one would disrupt peace, he emerges to right their path. With sword in hand he seeks to destroy all who would seek war, in order to finally end this pointless torment.

Powers:
[Lord of War]
As a being born from war itself, and taught in it for over a hundred mortal lifetimes, Khaine has an affinity for war and battle. He not only possesses inhuman skill in hand-to-hand combat with a vast variety of weaponry, but also possesses a great understanding of battle strategy and tactics. He is capable of reading an opponent's moves just as he is capable of reading the movements of armies. And he is trained to wield practically any weapon imaginable. This knowledge and skill makes him a formidable opponent, whether on the field of battle or in the war room.

[Dread Knight]
Created to serve as both a leader and a warrior, the Dread Knights were granted bodies constructed from demonic steel and twisted flesh, imbued with dark and powerful energies. The very energy of war flows through them, and makes them strong. Not only are they immensely durable, but they also possess superhuman resilience, strength and speed. As with most demons they do not require sustenance or oxygen, as long as they are able to feed on their energy source. In this case, Battle and Destruction. Physically, Khaine is capable of ripping apart armoured steel with his bare hands and his body is sturdier than most tanks. The lack of vital organs other than his heart allow him to easily survive wounds that would be fatal to a mortal creature, so long as his heart remains intact. The 'blood' flowing through his body is in fact molten metal, which slowly repairs wounds and damages foolish attackers. Lastly his reflexes and speed have been augmented to far beyond those of a mortal human, allowing him to move as an armoured blur.

[Champion of the Forge]
As a demon of War created in the World Forge, Baal has an intrinsic connection to that place. He is capable of drawing on it's vast weapon arsenals, causing weapons to spontaneously materialise. These weapons, forged from Demon Steel, are dangerous tools of war. He can create a large number of them and manipulate them in a number of ways, forming a wall of blades to block projectiles or launching blades with a flick of his wrist. As long as he is capable of moving his arms he can continue to summon forth more weapons and constructs, opening small portals to the World Forge.

Weapons: As explained above, Khaine has access to a virtually unlimited stockpile of weaponry.

Equipment:
[Stone of the Wanderer]
And artifact initially used to open the portals through which the demonic legions would invade a world, Khaine uses this magic item to move between worlds and dimensions. He is able to travel in and out of the nexus at will, if given a moment to concentrate on the item. This item can take him to most mortal worlds, as well as the outer areas of Heaven, although the inner areas are well protected by divine magic and even the humans have erected wards to shield their most important locations. Despite this, the stone gives Khaine great mobility, allowing him to move from place to place with ease.

Other:

Antaeus

Title: Living Mountain, Earthbound Immortal, Son of Graea

Age: This 'consciousness' has existed for a day or two, no more than a month.

Gender: Appears male.

Allegiance: Heaven.

Race: Minor Deity/Nature Spirit

Height: 40m in his natural form, usually appears as 2m

Weight: 50.000 metric tonnes, usually (see Living Mountain power)

Personality:
Absolute power brings with it absolute order. All living beings, regardless of their own desires, must bow to this order. But such power can only be wielded by those worthy of it. Deva's right to rule lies in her power, and her grace in using it. Antaeus will show heretics and devilspawn alike the meaning of raw, undiluted power. And by doing so, he will show them the error of their ways. In the end, how could they do anything other than bow to the divine authority of Heaven?

History:
Naiads, nymphs and dryads have always been spirits of nature. But as the war progresses, nature too grows warlike. The Earth itself trembles at the clash of titans, and the Earth is done with their shit. Antaeus was brought into beings in order to represent the living earth, a supercharged nature spirit enhanced by nature's collective will to fuck shit up. To this end he joins Deva, an obvious choice as a semi-divine entity.

Powers:
[Living Mountain]
That title is more literal than some would give it credit for. Antaeus is a giant stone man, with immense height and weight. In his natural form he's a titan, and the fact that he's made of solid stone makes him even heavier than one would expect. But such a huge form would make him rather unwieldy, and as such he possesses the power to alter the traits of his body. He can increase his own density in order to become smaller, and he can decrease his gravity so he doesn't sink through the ground. Other traits, such as his smoothness, conductivity and magnetism can also be altered, as can his shape. Hypothetically he could also increase his size, but he's no good at that. Why would he go beyond his already immense true form? His strength is also that of a titan, remaining the same in both of his forms. As his 'mass' is the same even when his 'weight' is reduced, and with his strength remaining the same, his smaller form's punches pack the same raw power, capable of blowing away all but the toughest enemies. Unfortunately, sheer inertia makes him rather slow in both forms, and his blows are relatively easy to avoid.

[Earthbound Immortality]
Born from the Earth, Antaeus possesses the blessing of the Earth. As long as his feet touch the ground, he is capable of drawing on the power of the Earth to augment his already impressive abilities. Effectively, he can increase his mass or inertia by drawing on the mass of the planet, thereby making his strikes more powerful as well as augmenting his defence. Unfortunately, this effect is broken the moment his feet leave the ground. Unfortunately, it can't be used to make Antaeus any faster. In fact it makes him slower. As at least one of his feet must always be touching the ground he can never run, and must walk everywhere.

[Son of Graea]
All stone heeds the call of it's master. Antaeus is capable of manipulating any material born from the Earth, as long as both it and he are in contact with the ground. The 'ground' in this case need not necessarily be the surface of the planet. If he were to stand on a large enough mecha or spaceship he would be able to manipulate it's material as well. Or at least the metal parts. This command can be used to alter the properties of the material, move it around, or use it as a weapon. He can also manipulate the gravitational and electromagnetic field of the Earth for various fun effects. Antaeus cannot command any material more than twenty meters away from him, or any material that isn't in contact with the ground. Even a thin layer of rubber is enough to protect against this effect.

Weapons: None, besides his powers.

Equipment: None.

Other:

Name: Saef Harken

Title: Heavenly Thaumaturge, Captain 1rst Heavenly Mechanized Squadron

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Heaven

Race: Ascended Human

Height: 6' 1"

Weight: 180 lbs

Personality: Long campaigns against the forces of Hell have a way of teaching a person what is really important. Over the past year Saef has gone from being a vain and arrogant physicist to a shining beacon of hope and solace for his men. On the battlefield he leads with a cool head, striking for effect rather than glory or honor.

A paladin is more than just a crusader however. When not fighting the forces of the Pit Saef is a pretty nice guy. Always willing to listen to another's problems and do what he can to help out. It may be how much time he has spent around angelic beings or simply the natural growth a person undergoes in a stressful situation but Saef is a much better person now than he was before.

He is not without his scars though. Most of his planet has been turned into uninhabitable wasteland by the demons. Unsurprisingly he holds a grudge. Deep within him the paladin holds a cold pit of rage against all the forces of Hell.
Billions dead on his own planet, trillions elsewhere.

Saef won't rest until Demonkind is no longer a threat.

History: Fittingly, it was a dark and stormy night when the world ended. The worst storm in recorded history was scouring much of the surface of Dinas Affaraon. Even with the advanced technology of the planet's inhabitants it was going to be a task to repair all the damage.

The storm was more than just a mass of electromagnetic and kinetic energy though. It seethed with magical power as well. A massive wellspring to those who knew how to harness the arcane. One such group had gathered at the center of the megastorm. The Brotherhood of the Pit Beyond. An insane cult that had somehow gotten in contact with several high level demons. It was a tale as old as time. The demons whispered promises, handed out hints of knowledge and passed tidbits of power over the interdimensional link the cultists had formed.

Open a Gate for us. They whispered in the minds of the Brotherhood. We can give you so much more if you just open the way.

The members of the Brotherhood never gave it a second thought. So enthralled were they by the power just out of reach. Demonic corruption had run so deep through them it was starting to effect physical changes. A dark ceremony was performed at the eye of the hurricane. Human torture and sacrifice so vile it tore the very fabric of reality asunder.

To the rest of the world it looked like the gigantic storm had somehow triggered a volcano. Magma shot hundreds of feet into the air, accompanied by sulfurous fumes. Fire and brimstone rained down on the surrounding landscape for miles in every direction. It took almost a day and multiple cases of live video footage before the reports of things in the area were taken seriously. And by then it was too late to repulse the foothold Hell now had on the planet. The Gate at the center of the disaster zone was mystical in nature and the various militaries were a bit short on spellcasters.

Militaries mobilized slowly at first, then with ever increasing speed and desperation as the the demonic forces overran the countryside. Over the next three months the entirety of Dinas Affaraon's forces were pushed back along an ever widening front. Problems they could only attribute to the invaders hindered them the entire way. Their machines of war broke down far more often than they should have and loyal soldiers and officers turned traitor seemingly at the drop of a hat.

Once it became clear that the first of Dinas Affaraon's two major continents was lost the commanders in charge of the war switched tactics. All forces fell back to the remaining demon free landmass, taking as many people with them as they could. The plan was to build a massive series of fortifications along the shores. A grand barrier meant to give what remained of the world a chance to catch its breath.

In the end it didn't matter. The Gate was still spewing forth legions of filth and the grand defensive line around the second continent stalled the demonic advance for a bare two weeks before leviathans and colossi swept it aside and horror poured through. Outnumbered and overwhelmed it was all the defenders could do to send refugees and essential civilians to ever shrinking safe zones.

It as one of the latter that Saef found himself. As a well known physicist he was thrown at project after project, feverishly trying to find the magic bullet that would at least slow the monsters down. As the brass frantically shuffled him around he found himself watching people die to protect him, fighting off Corrupted assassination plots and occasionally taking up arms himself when the nearby battle lines broke before he could be evacuated.

At the start of the war Saef was an arrogant fellow. At the top of his field, a field that wasn't easy to get into in the first place. He was assured of his place in the world. In his thoughts the smartest mind in a society that valued a person's intellect over their physical strength. He had it all. Over the course of those three months his worldview was shattered. He froze the first time he saw a demon. An act that cost the lives of half the platoon assigned to his protective detail. His assistant and best friend went mad and tried to strangle him with electrical wires.

Contrasted against untold horror the arrogant scientist saw the best that Humanity had to offer. Acts of selflessness and courage in the face of certain doom. Generosity when one had nothing to give. Self sacrifice so that the child of a stranger might live. Saef saw it all and it changed him.

By the end of those three months eighty percent of the planet's inhabitable landmass was under demonic control. The only nation still fully intact was the realm of Falias. Its capital was also the holy city of the largest organized religion on the planet. The fact that it laid on the exact opposite side of Dinas Affaraon from the portal to Hell was likely not a coincidence.

A great demonic host had gathered to strike at it. Slice deep into the core of remaining human territory and cut the heart out. Shatter their symbol of hope and have a good old time hunting down the rest at their leisure. It was set to be the defining battle of the war. Both sides had gathered their forces and the disparity was obvious. Even without their inherent advantages the demons outnumbered the humans by ten to one.

Moments before the battle was joined however, something extraordinary happened. A rift opened in the sky with the sound of ten thousand trumpets. Rays of light shot out and burned entire formations of demons to ash. The barrage was followed by hundreds of thousands of angelic warriors who fell upon their mortal foes with a fury. What had been a foregone battle suddenly turned into a turnabout rout as the mortal forces on the field recovered from their shock and joined the fray. Dead demons soon covered the open plains, their brethren fleeing or being struck down themselves.

It was explained later that Heaven had known about the invasion almost from the start. No aid had been sent sooner because they, (the only forces who cared enough to help humans) had been tied up in another campaign elsewhere and had only just been released from their duties.

What followed after was a ten month slog back across the planet as the combined Human/Angelic forces pushed their way to the demon spewing gate that was the cause of all their woes. During that time Saef took to an area of study much more helpful to the war effort. Thaumaturgy. Seeing the effectiveness of the holy magic used by the angels and sick of working on projects that never went anywhere the scientist turned his mind towards the study of magic and its uses.

With the holy magic he picked up came the ability to join the battlefield himself. And join it he did. For three long months he had been watching others fight and die while he ran away to some laboratory and failed to keep demons from overrunning his world. Now he had a way of fighting back. Saef's newfound combat power, fame and the high casualty rate earned him a commission in the army. It was not a position he was completely unfamiliar with. Small unit tactics was something he had learned from all the bodyguard details given to him over the course of the war. It was with small groups that he excelled. Taking a strike team and leading them to hit critical targets in the enemy's line of battle.

Over the long slog he continuously proved himself, gaining respect from the Heavenly Host and raising to his current rank of captain in the Dinas Affaraon military. He took part in the assault on the Gate and personally helped in sealing it. When the Gate had been closed and all the demons on the world captured or killed the Archangel leading the Host came forward with an offer. Many of the humans had fought well and bravely. The fight was over here but it would continued on elsewhere. Would they be willing to ascend to Heaven and join them in the fight?

Many said no. It had been a long and terrible fight. They just wanted to be able to pick up the pieces of their world without somebody trying to kill them and/or do horrendous things to their body and soul. For others like Saef simply kicking the demons off their world wasn't enough. The war on Dinas Affaraon had claimed billions of lives. That could not be allowed to happen elsewhere and the Hellspawn needed to pay

They took the offer.

Powers:



Upon accepting the Archangel's offer the new recruits from Dinas Affaraon underwent a transformation. Their bodies changed, becoming more idealized versions of themselves. Features became sharper and more defined. Muscles were denser and organs more robust.

They became superhuman. Many times stronger and faster than a normal person. The group could now take blows that would have most certainly killed them before. It would still hurt but they wouldn't be removed from the battle just because they caught a punch from the wrong demon.



When Saef ascended something unexpected happened. While cosmic energies swirled around him the former scientist, now soldier and thaumaturge caught a glimpse of something. For the barest of moments the very bones of the universe were layer bare to him. That glimpse changed him.

On the surface the only clue of his extra transformation is a head of permanently white hair. The real changes run much deeper though. When Saef looks at something or thinks of it he can't help but see how it works. Magical or scientific the mechanics are always laid bare.

It's not an instantaneous thing though. The more complicated a thing is the longer it takes him to figure it out. Nor does it allow him an automatic immunity to illusions. Any mental effects will still take place, he will simply be able to know that there is some sort of spellcraft taking place and eventually be able to puzzle through the mechanics of it.



While still young at the craft Saef has learned enough of the how's and why's to manipulate the mana and underlying principles of the holy spells taught to all the new warriors from his world.

Using those as a basis he has expanded his offensive repertoire immensely. He can now freely manipulate holy light in offensive and defensive manners as well as a variety of other spells generally associated with the angelic.

Weapons:



Despite being a member of the armies of Heaven Saef and his comrades came from a highly technological world. Their weapons and equipment show that.

Hywelbane has two modes. The first takes the shape of a three foot long golden scepter with a white crystal at the end. Arcane runes run the length of the rod and the entire thing pulses with a soft white light.

In this form Hywelbane focuses and enhances Saef's power. Allowing him to perform greater feats of magic with more finesse.

When the second form is activated the scepter shortens to two feet. The extra material comes up to form a crosshilt and a blade the same color as the crystal extends.

The blade can be as long or as short as the wielder wishes it to be and is is made up of holy light. The sharpness of the blade depends on the abilities of the user. With Saef's skill at light magic the edge of Hywelbane can be measured in single digit photons.


Every good soldier needs a backup weapon and this is what most people used on Saef's home world.

A sleek looking silver pistol, the LSW-27 fire beams of coherent light capable of burning through several inches of steel. Since coming to Heaven Saef has modified his. It now has a row of runes running down the barrel that bestow a holy element to each shot.

Equipment:



The Duban is a suit of highly advanced power armor and a big part of why the people of Dinas Affaraon could fight demons at all. Now that Saef has ascended the strength and speed enhancements are less obvious but even so it is a highly useful set of equipment.

Metal/ceramic armor plating is augmented by hard light energy shielding. While the shielding can take several hits it wasn't designed to withstand a sustained barrage. Instead the designers built it to survive short bursts of fire, after which they would start to recharge.

It's not an instantaneous charge. If all the capacitors are empty it can take up to a full minute to refill from the onboard reactor. A long time in a pitched battle.

An onboard sensor suite uses a wide variety of means to keep track of the user's surroundings. Not designed as a scout or full scanning platform the Duban's passive scanners can keep an accurate reading of the battlefield out to about five hundred meters.

That's not factoring in things like the binocular function on the helmet. It's an average of what the onboard computer can tell the user at any one moment.

It has highly effective air filters.

Duban has two different types of comms. The first is your traditional radio., it's usually kept locked down when fighting Machina. The second is quantum entanglement. Each suit has a series of entangled particles linked to both fellow squad members and command.

Communication between those so linked is crystal clear and unhackable no matter how far apart they are. The downside is that it only extends to people with linked particle pairs.

The last major piece of the suits is the jetpack built into each one. Technically called Quantum Particle Propulsion Systems, most everyone just calls them jetpacks.

Since it uses newly created quantum particles for thrust the user never has to worry about running out of fuel. However the system is quite the power hog. Power has to be diverted to it when in full use leading to reduced sensor range or increased shield recharge time.



After many long hours spent with Librarian Si, the combination of magic and science that is "Knowledge Is Power" was crafted. Aside from the fact that it is double the size of a standard book the primary thing to catch an observer's eye is how white the thing is. The covers are made out of a nonmagnetic white metal alloy and the pages all look crisp and new. It's not completely white though. The name of the book is emblazoned on the front in letters that glow an electric blue and is surrounded in an intricate magical circle of similar luminescence.

Of course carrying such a large and heavy book at all times would be a major pain. To circumvent that a few extra features have been added. When not in use the tome is stored in a personal pocket dimension. Nothing else can enter the dimension either with the book or by itself.

When called upon "Knowledge Is Power" activates a combination of antigravity technology and levitation magic to hover in the air near its master. The tome moves according to Saef's thought but cannot go more than a couple yards away at any one time

In order to prevent a predicted increase in size and weight the two who made it pulled a little trick with the pages. When a reader is about halfway through pages that have already been read will start to vanish. As this happens new pages will appear under the yet to be read pile. It is essentially a never ending book.

Of course those are all ease of use side benefits. The real power of the book lies in the name. Everything that Saef considers useful information is automatically captured by the book. The book then turns that information into power. The more important or useful the information is the more more power the tome can draw from it. These facts are not consumed to create magical energy but rather they add to the book's capacity to generate mana.

TLDR: It's a magic floating book that acts as a secondary mana generator for Saef. The more interesting stuff he finds out the more power it can give him.

Other:

Name: HR-513

Title: The Harvester

Age: 96

Gender: N/A

Allegiance: The Machina

Race: Phazon Android

Height: 8-15 meters

Mass: 4 × 1012MSun

Personality: HR-513 is logical in every sense of the word. Like many robots, it does not feel, it only processes information. However, because of it's hyper awareness and intake of information, it can perfectly interact with "emotional beings" on almost a heart to heart level. Its' sole drive and motivator is to acquire the exhaustive knowledge of the entire universe. It will do anything to achieve its' goal, including helping other beings.

History: Created by a freak cataclysmic event 100 years ago in a warp storm. Powerful warp energy and stars collided destroying multiple star systems. In the midst of this chaos a gravitational rift condensed the energy and matter of this event into a single sphere the size of a one-story building. In it was warp energy, and matter so dense that it was said to be nearly unbreakable.

However, when scientists traveled to retrieve this orb, they found nothing. Anti-matter had removed the sphere from existence. This sphere was removed from existence for 4 years before reemerging out of the void; finally being found and scavenged by Machina scientists. They were unable to retrieve it at first, due the gravitational pull created by the extensive mass that would inevitably crush anything within a vast radius. They used anti-gravity devices to surround it, negating its' crushing mass. They took the sphere and using the most powerful tech available, cut through and shaped it into a mechanical android harvester. They had planned on installing their own computer A.I. into it, but they were shocked to find that it had a mind of it's own already.

The cataclysmic event had inadvertently created a mind that could perceive and react to information instantaneously. Absorbing information and having an infinite space of room to store it. Because of the materials used, the android was able to warp different parts from different groups and beings it managed to harvest. By acquiring these parts, it was able to learn and utilize various abilities not believed to be possible for their kind...

Powers:
Mass: HR-513's materials have the equivalent density of multiple star systems and all the energy that made them up.

Speed/Intelligence: Hr-513's processing power is instantaneous in its' retrieving and response. It can react as an event occurs down to minute details and any perceived information with it's extremely enhanced senses. It can read and counter opponent's move sets with fantastic speeds. Coming up with ingenious strategies within moments.

Storage: It's mind is infinite in scope, able to retain an infinite supply of information and bring it out whenever needed.

Harvest: The Harvester is able to do precisely that. Take parts organic or otherwise and using warp energy, graft them onto its' exoskeleton. Through unknown means, it is able to scan these parts and learn to utilize them in combat. Because of its' great processing power it is able to utilize these newfound abilities to their fullest potential that the former owners may or may not have discovered themselves. However, the limit to this power is two at a time and slightly less potent then the original owner.

Warp: Using massive warp energy, HR-513 is able to transport itself or anything in its' immediate vicinity anywhere it has existed previously. Utilizing the location of its' birth, it is able to store its' excess material so that it may function on worlds that would be otherwise crushed by the sheer mass of itself. The amount of time it takes to use this ability depends on how much mass is actually transported at a time.

Weapons: Warp cannon arm.

Equipment: Various parts acquired from different beings.

Other:

Name: Maceroy Falthon

Title: Wings of Progress

Age: 431

Gender: Male

Allegiance: Machina

Race: Harpy - White Raven

Height: 169cm

Weight: 200+kg

Personality: Maceroy is shockingly intelligent and forward-thinking for a creature of Heaven. However, he is also a bit of a smug, self-righteous prick in general, and moreso for having realised how backward Heaven tends to be, as if he himself has somehow transcended his own origins. Additionally, whilst he is a forward thinker, his thinking also tends to be somewhat narrow-minded - his path is almost always the right one, so to speak, and if that path fails, it was clearly somebody else's fault for not following it to a tee; thus, he cares not for other people's opinions of him, and he's become quite uncouth as a result.

History: A quirk of harpy physiology means that as a result of sheer chance, male harpies are only born once every hundred years or so, and are innately gifted with greater power than many of their female contemporaries. Such was the case with Maceroy Falthon, and yet in his case specifically, he was further granted intelligence far beyond most other beings, let alone the average and often war-minded harpies. Far from it to be a blessing, though - his intellect even at a young age led him to try and follow a path of science over war, a poor choice when one lives among the most backward of the three factions.

Suffice to say, his efforts were practically in vain. In four hundred or so years, he developed a lot of theoretical proofs of concept in both physical and metaphysical terms, but lacked anything resembling reasonable funding to extend his research, meaning his most successful outing was ultimately a weapon of war, a sort of drill-lance designed to try and counter the Machina's innate advantage over Heaven, and even then its success was questionable, not least for how heavy and unwieldy the prototype and subsequent revisions were forced to be.

And of course, that was before his entire race was enslaved by Hell; and what poor timing, for he'd only recently laid with a harpy woman who had given birth to a child of his. Worse still, in the initial chaos, a masked entity that seemed to be some form of demon attacked him and his newborn daughter with the intent of consuming their essences, and very nearly succeeded for Maceroy's lack of training and difficult-to-wield weapon. His immortal soul was only saved from oblivion by the timely arrival of a scion of the Machina, who for reasons inexplicable warped him and his child elsewhere before they could be consumed. He always did wonder afterward at the entity's motivation for doing so, and secretly hoped they survived their subsequent encounter, though hated how easily they just moved him somewhere else and how readily the masked assailant had beaten him down beforehand.

After that, Maceroy got lucky for a few years by remaining under the radar, but was ultimately captured and enslaved the same as most others of his race, begging his daughter to flee for her life during his last stand. In the time he spent under demonic boots, he saw exactly what he expected of demonic culture, i.e. its worst excesses. Death after death, injustice after injustice, all at the hands of his mortal foes, led him to hate demons far more than he ever had before... but even as he clutched at the strings of sanity, Maceroy saw how even these demons, chaotic and self-consuming as they were, had managed to progress further and faster than the beings of Heaven, and it struck him that perhaps he'd never had the opportunity to consider his other options... and he was still curious about the machine who had saved his life, after all.

Finally, one of his kind freed his race from their slavery, and whilst most other harpies returned to their home in Heaven, Maceroy quietly snuck into the portion of reality reserved for the Machina, partially to determine exactly how the Machina handled technological advances, but also in an effort to seek out the entity that saved him three and a half decades before. Long story short, it didn't take him long to succeed in his goal, eventually coming across the being that called itself the Harvester. Almost surprisingly, it recalled who he was instantly, and through a brief period of negotiations, they came to an agreement: HR-513 would provide Maceroy with all the raw materials he needed to perform his research, but in exchange, Maceroy would provide the Harvester with the knowledge it so desperately craved. And so it was that Maceroy joined the Machina as a full-time member, though notably not as any particular form of combatant for most of that time. After all, he had so many advances to make, and not enough time to do them in.

Powers:
Harpy Physique - As a harpy, and a male harpy at that, Maceroy is naturally very physically capable, with strength, speed, and agility far greater than many others in the Nexus, alongside other typical celestial benefits such as immunity to hunger and mundane disease. In addition, his wings grant him flight capabilities, and the claws on his feet are sharp enough to act as weapons in their own right. That said, his would-be profession has often taken precedence over training his combat prowess, though a substantial amount of self-modification has begun to change that.

Biomods - By drawing on and modifying his physiology, Maceroy has made a few improvements to his person based in his own biology rather than the Machina's technology, including some minor physical boosts, but largely focused around his wings; most notably, he has drastically mutated himself to bear a second pair on his back to improve his general flying abilities accordingly, and all four wings have been altered to possess very high durability and conductivity. Therefore, whilst they work very well as defensive barriers, they also act as both massive heatsinks and the easiest route for electricity to take out of his body, hence vastly reducing the impact of incendiary and electrical attacks against him regardless of impact location. He has also altered the claws on his feet, increasing their size and sharpness and letting them produce a sheath of disintegrative energy to help them cut through solid objects as necessary, and has even altered his teeth to switch between their usual state and a similar state to his claws, to let him bite through flesh and bone fairly readily.

Intelligence - Practically key to Maceroy's current position is his blinding intellect. He is more than smart enough to consider most factors in any given situation, and certainly smart enough to develop incredible technology with the right resources, with which he has modified himself and created a great deal of weaponry and equipment.

Flare - Speaking of blinding intellect, one of Maceroy's natural abilities is the power to make his entire body light up like an impossibly powerful supernatural floodlight. Doing so will eliminate all shadows in an area around him, even behind solid objects in range of the light, and make it extraordinarily difficult to see anything whilst near him, much less look directly at him even from a great distance - though this affects everyone in his vicinity, friend or foe.

Weapons:
Shock Lance - Technically more of a very long drill on a pole than a true lance, and a reconstructed holdover from his time in Heaven, the holy nature of this weapon and its significant weight means it is as capable of carving through armour as piercing it in spite of its somewhat ungainly nature - though if not for his artificial improvements, Maceroy would have a much harder time wielding it. Additionally, after Machina-derived modifications made to the design, the weapon now constantly builds up and stores a powerful electrical charge through both conversion of environmental energy and from the static it generates whilst active, which with the press of a button can be released into a target all at once, viciously shocking them, and often paralysing muscles and shorting out any electronics that the electrical charge can reach.

Equipment:
Nanomachines - Laced throughout his entire body, including musculature, organs, and skeleton, these are responsible for a lot of Maceroy's more physical improvements as of late, specifically boosts to most of his physical abilities - strength, speed, durability, and to some extent dexterity are all amplified, and these same nanites are more than capable of rapidly repairing damage to his body, negating harmful substances like poison or magically-induced illness, or even slightly modifying certain aspects of himself, though their efficiency wanes with more serious harm, and they can't make massive structural changes such as forcing the growth of a new limb. Perhaps more important are the mental improvements they grant, as by lacing those nanomachines through his brain, he has also greatly improved the speed at which he thinks and improved his resistance to mind-altering or otherwise harmful telepathic effects, helping him keep up with certain machines, and to keep ahead of the more common rabble.

Reality Anchor - A small, yet interesting piece of technology that Maceroy has had in mind for a long time, but has only recently had the resources to create; he's created a small number of these items, though typically has just the one on his person at any time. Whilst active, the reality anchor locks itself on to whatever it has been placed upon with a set of sturdy claws, usually a living being, and forcibly ties their being to a single physical realm, rendering them unable to effect or be affected by any form of dimensional magic - they cannot teleport or be teleported; nor can they create any form of portal or even interact with portals, reacting with any spatial openings as if they were solid surfaces; nor can weaponry or equipment that affects the fabric of space-time function in their hands. Even attempting to phase them out of reality in any form will not work, such as attempts made to use shadows as transportation. Whilst it happens to be very useful against many foes to keep them from utilising their dimension-based powers, it is also extremely helpful for Maceroy to pre-emptively prevent such powers being utilised against him in kind, if he fears such a fate might befall him.

Alert Button - Knowing that the Harvester can warp to any location that any of its material has previously existed, Maceroy has created this device to take advantage of this property. Not only is it composed of some of the Harvester's own mass to let it warp to Maceroy at any time, since nothing else of Maceroy's gear lets it do this already, but by pressing it, HR-513 immediately receives a sort of mental ping informing it that Maceroy would like its attention, and could it please warp to his vicinity as soon as possible, please and thank you. This is primarily useful for allowing Maceroy to relatively easily talk to the Harvester on a whim, though he naturally doesn't abuse its functionality for pithy smalltalk. They are both above that sort of thing, after all.

Other: Maceroy's theme song:

Title: Kitty.

Age: 20's appearing.

Gender: female

Allegiance: Demmons.

Race: Cat Construct

Personality: "You are beneath me, but you will bring me great pleasure~ >:3"

History: Someone long ago decided it would be fun to make a sentient robotic cat. Well, that didn't quite happen as all they had to start out with was a bundle of string. Never-the-less, Noire was made and brought into this world with the help of black magic to tear into the hearts of man the terror of their own desires before the war came and shifted around the priorities of the world. Now she fights to prove her dominance over all beings of the universe.

Powers:
- Ever expanding tail that can double in girth and secrete a subduing liquid to biological units.
- Can turn small bits of self into threads of string with neigh indestructible durability and control them as part of her body.

Weapons:
- Reinforced fangs and claws that can tear into the toughest of metals.

Equipment: None

Other: