[hider=Andreim Volkazar] [b]Name:[/b] Andreim Volkazar, nickname "Thermometer" [img]https://i.imgur.com/UMv5cZl.jpg[/img] [b]Age:[/b] 16 [b]Grade:[/b] St. Laurels, 1st year. [b] Biography:[/b] Born as the sole child of two parents whom had previously been teachers at St.Lucifer's school. But since two years ago both his parents were part of an accident which caused their deaths. It was long believed, ever since he was born that he was going to be attending the school which his parents had worked at. But that idea was shattered when the boy in question sought entry into St.Laurel's school. Where all would know just who he was and who his parents were. The dishonor wrought upon the St.Lucifer's school by this apparant betrayal would had been grand. A thing St.Laurel surely wouldn't mind. Against his dead parents wishes and the wishes of those whom shared their wicked intentions. He had during most of his life followed the whim of his both parents, though not without question and with disdain to some of the things they demanded. Their ambitions were not the same as his own. His parents were also partly fearful of his powers, dreading to wound him during training or otherwise because of his poisonous blood. Thus he was kept at a distance by both family and their friends. He did contribute on that part himself aswell, as he did not want to inflict pain on others unless there was a really good reason for it. The ambition of the boy was to get to the top and from there make the world how he wanted it. Having been fed up with living his life to fill out some other peoples dreams rather than his own. Freedom. All deserved the right to chose how they wish to live their life no matter how long or short it may be. This mindset was something Andreim decided to take to heart. But even if people deserve the right to chose how to live, no matter who they would be there would always be people opposing them. That was fine though. Andreim had been blessed twice with the powers now under his command, immense and powerful as they were. They could not grant him that one wish he craved more than any other. To be rid of that cursed blood in his veins. That which kept him barred from contact with others, that which kept him physically exiled from one specific part of life. Someday he would find a cure for it. Someday he would rid himself of that cursed metallic tainted blood and see her. Young Lady Liselotte Castellan de Valois-Saint-Remy. Who he had unfortunately fallen for. He cursed that too. Love was a double-edged sword. A curse like the blood in his veins. A weakness. Something which could be exploited by his enemies. He utterly despised it. Yet at the same time that girl had something. What was it? What was it that was driving him mad? She was the sole reason why he had applied to join St.Laurel's instead of St.Lucifer's. But he would never let anyone know about it. His weakness. The idea of anyone harming that girl. It did not sit well with him at all. When it came to personality, Andreim was generally calm and collected, prefering to analyze people in order how to best approach and deal with them. Both for fighting matters and social. He wasn't the best looking, nor the strongest, nor the fastest. But he was cunning and he had the most adaptable weapons at his command. His mind and the power to amplify it. His voice is quite smooth and calm, but bears a kind of coldness to it. Like it would sound for someone partly cheated of life. He however has a habit of being very judgemental and arrogant, though most of the times he hides many of his darker thoughts behind a soft smile. [b]Powers:[/b] [b]Core power:[/b] Water manipulation This is his core power. Andreim is able to create and control water. Not only water made by his own hands but all forms of it. He does however need to be in contact with it in some way in order to manipulate it. Either by his own water coming into contact with like a fountain or pond. He may control boot-high water enough to fill up a warehouse. He may chose to gather it together to create a large wave aswell, or create a spinning water vortex under his feet which he can ride on to increase his movement while flinging spinning vortex-slices in an opponents way. These would bear a knockback force but not deal damage unless knocking an opponent into something or amplified into ice saw-blade like projectiles. His water attacks generally consists of throwing blobs of water of different size and numbers, manipulate water like a whip constantly in motion or using jet attacks like a very strong firehose to pin or knock back opponents. Most of these attacks do not do any or very Little damage unless amplified into a ice or just using an overpowering amount of water like a large wave. [b]1st power:[/b] Thermal manipulation Water may boil or become steam, it may also freeze. Thus Andreim may raise or lower the temperature in an area around him or a specific area of his choice within ten metres. The smaller the area he tries to change the more potent it is in heat/cold temperature. He is highly resistant to heat and cold temperature effects himself though. But not the force of them. Example: Being hit by a shard of ice will damage him or getting thrown off his feet by a powerful fireball detonating on the ground before him. Application examples of the power: -Raise the temperature to a decent level that could cause people to faint due to heat if they stay in it long enough without any way to ward themselves from it. -Lower the temperature to a decent level which could cause watery surfaces turn to ice and cause overall chilling cold. -Raise temperature to a high level in a short area around him to create a barrier of heat enough to melt bullets. Things which cannot be affected by temperature bypasses this ofcourse like for example lightning bolts or energy beams. -Lower the temperature on an object, ground or wall before reversing to intense heat to cause it to crumble. -Use the the said power to create ice projectiles, ice walls, create jagged spikes of ice out from water, ice barriers from using his water manipulation prior or affecting another source which is temperature dependant. -Use the power to create mist or steam after heating up a previously cold area. [b]2nd power:[/b] Power connection He may use his thermal and aqua mastery to detect heat sources (his irises turn bright orange and glow, to his detriment sometimes) and he may also feel if someone is standing or walking in water under his control or dropping things into it. [b]3rd power:[/b] Mercury blood Andreim should technically not be able to live. But he does. His blood and overall fluids are poisonous, thus he is dangerous to others, especially when wounded. He has however learnt to use this as a weapon. If need be he may inflict a wound on himself and then let his blood follow his water attacks in an attempt to poison his enemies. His mercury poisoned blood however keeps him from getting close with people. His skin is oddly enough not toxic enough to cause any lasting damage other than perhaps a slight irritation. Which is something that bothers him as he is in love with Lise. He also won't use his blood to damage people which he bears no ill intent towards. So if fighting against someone he doesn't consider an actual enemy, even in a tournament he would surely not use it. 4th Power: Tidal wave Andreim has been training to use this as a surprise move during the tournament. Creating two-story building high wall of water, 1 metre thick and wide enough to fill a tournament field from one side to the other (the short end). This is his ultimate move created specifically as a last effort thing when all other things doesn't work, or that he has to finish up several opponents. The wall of water would first gather up around Andreim, on both sides of him but also a smaller layer in front and to the back, with just a small bubble for air around his head. Once gathered together Andreim can release or push forth this giant wall of water, turning it effectively into an enourmous tidal wave, the one that would just start to loom over you Before coming crashing down all over you if you happen to be on the receiving end, the amount of force it would slam down with would be very impressive and could very easily knock people uncouncious. Coupled with broken bones and water in the lungs, and so forth. The Power itself due to its size doesn't ignore allies caught in the area, so they get swept with it if they end up in front of it. [b]Relationships:[/b] [hider=My Hider] Alto: "He is like me. Powerful. But also very unlike me. He lacks the proper motivation for sure. He is my anti-thesis. I have the tools to beat him, my skill and will is stronger than his." Clara: "She is what my parents expected me to be. She is strong. But she is like a dog in a leach. She is not in control or thinking much on her own for certain. More like a puppet for her father." King: "King. A king alone on his throne, and hes the only one blind to his foolishness. None is unbeatable. All one needs is the right approach. If he ever gets in the way I shall enlighten him about it." Katherine: "She is fierce if provoked. True to the talk about a woman scorned. A dragon in the guise of a girl. Her power is very destructive. But against me. Her luck would run out." Brutus: "He is a threat to me. His powers partly counters my own. I need to be very careful with my attacks against him or I will lose." Bak: "I cannot help but feel sorry for her. If there was something I could do to ease her pain." Ria: "I do not like this one. Not one bit. The girl's mind has been clouded by a poison worse than the poison in my veins." Rurik: "He has the potential to be really powerful. But he lacks the focus needed to get to the top so far." Zachery: "I may not be able or desire to kill you immortal. But I can encase you in a tomb of ice where you could stay forever if you wish. Then your power would become nothing but a curse which you would pray for to end." Samoth: "One of a few which I am very careful around. He has the look about him and the means necessary to contend with me. One of the major threats to my rise." Sidney: "All that grows must one day wither. If you go up against me I shall send the chilling cold of winter to make you hibernate." William: "Like the old bards in the books. Best not let yourself get caught up in your own faerietales or you may become a mythical thing yourself and vanish aswell." Liselotte: "The girl whose the sole reason for me being here. Why does she make my cold heart feel like it is on fire, when I cannot barely feel my own generated heat. If it weren't for you, who knows what I would be doing." Christine: "Like her sister. She too is impressive. Probably a slight bit more troublesome for me to fight. Underestimating opponents is not overly wise, but I think I can beat her with my powers." Cassius: "Rush ahead too quickly and you may run... out of time. Or slip on a cold surface." Cyan: "Flip a coin enough times and it will end up on the edge. What is the meaning of that tail?" Michael: "Allow me to paint something out for you. Before I brush you aside." Gilliam: "Nourishment? How about you'll try some jagged ice and some water to down it with? Don't forget to chew Mr DeWitt." Melanie: "I feel similiar to you. When I stare into your eyes I do not find them to be empty as the void. Let me help you find the way back." Vernon: "Let see how long you can keep your cool. Your powers be comparable to that of a child. Scream as much as you'd wish, I shall claim the winning kiss." [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Vittorio] [hider=Vittorio] [b]Name:[/b] Vittorio Twinveil, nickname "Geist". [img]https://i.imgur.com/aWklXCf.png[/img] [b]Age:[/b] 18 [b]Grade:[/b] 2nd grade, Mephistos school of the wickedly inclined [b]Biography:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"How perfect life can be when you are blissfully unaware of all the danger and evil around you. Yet when that illusion finally crumbles, so will you." "My story up until a few years past were considered pretty normal. A normal upbringing, a normal amount of friends and average grades. I was one of the many, lost between the superpowers of this world. Those whom were my friends were part of the St.Laurel's school where my parents also happened to be working at the time as gardeners. They lacked any powers themselves but found work there. They were very important to me, as important to me like the love of my life, Charlotte or my best friend Geon. Who both were candidates for the tournaments which the school held. Charlotte herself were very special and had drawn the attention of individuals such as Alto. He was the trumph card, the top contender for the school. And it was partly because of him that everything I knew crumbled in on me." [/color] [color=6ecff6]"One summer afternoon, as the sun was going down. I was standing outside the school grounds waiting for my friends and parents, I was not allowed to walk on the actual schoolgrounds themselves as I was not a student nor did I work there." "I was sixteen years back then. I had planned on asking Charlotte out, to finally tell her how I felt about her. She had surely many admirers within and outside the school. She was beautiful, smart, strong and awe inspiring. Everything I was not. But during the years I've got to knew her, she never spoke from a high and mighty place nor did she ever make a difference for me being the only one in the gathering lacking any real power." [/color] [color=6ecff6]"As I stood there and was waiting, curious to see if she would reject me or not. I was greeted with the sight them all walking towards me. My best friend Geon waved to me before jogging over, followed by Billy and Carus. They were in their usual cheery mood, hoping to enjoy the rest of the day playing basketball. I could never really compete with them on it, even if they didn't use their powers. They were just better than me at it. Charlotte was more of a studious girl, she worked long and hard to get the results she wanted. I truly admired her for that." "We were going to get a ride home by my parents who were ending their shifts. Their van could fit enough people for the short ride. That's when it came. The darkness. From the corner of my eyes I could see his form and his voice, like a thousand needles going into my spine. A terrifying voice which sent chills to those whom heard it. I had never seen that cloaked and hooded person before in my life. Why had he come? He would tell us." [/color] [color=ed1c24]"Ah... you must be Charlotte and Geon of the upcoming tournament are you not? The friends of that boy Alto?" [/color] [color=c4df9b]"Uhm yes, can we help you?"[/color] [color=6ecff6]"Charlotte had asked the hooded being which replied." [/color][color=ed1c24]"Yes, yes you can. Die." [/color] [color=6ecff6]"I acted out of instinct, the terror and the fact I lacked any real power did not cross my mind. This person was threatening my friends." "I was flung like a ragdoll into a wooden bench and then rolled across the cement floor outside of the schoolgrounds. I heard how the bones in my body snapped. The pain stinging in my left arm and leg, and the taste of blood in my mouth. The vision blurred from the impact." "My friends attacked the hooded person and they stood no chance, he crushed them. He squeezed the life out of them one by one. Their powers did nothing to him. My vision cleared for a brief moment as I blinked and I saw Geon's blank face looking to me. His neck had been broken he was no more." "I tried to get up. But I couldn't. I tried to stand but my leg failed me, my arm could not support the weight of lifting my body. Then I saw him... he hovered over her and then he killed her." "In the end I was helpless to watch as all I cared for was being torn away from me. By an entity I did not even know could exist in this world. A demon awakened from some horrible dream. But the nightmare would not end there." "The unmistaken voice of my father as he and my mother came running. It took all my breath to yell for them." "Run away! Go now!" "But they did not run away. They came to help us but he killed them too. There were other people around. Their faces blurred, from my injuries and by the distance. They didn't do anything but watch before they scattered. "The monster which had done the deed turned it's head around to look at me as I was crawling forwards dragging my shattered body. He knew I stood no chance against him. He knew I was weak. He knew I was just human. Then he walked away not even bothering to finish me off. Leaving me to die." [/color] [color=6ecff6]"I wanted to die. But it was not yet time." "The sight that came to me was a sick bed, my arm and leg had been bandaged. My chest was also covered in bandages. I was alive. I looked around but found no other person, just an open window and the dark summer night. I took hold of the thing which held the small watery bag, using it to lean against. I was dressed in a white garment, reaching down to my knees." "Where was she? Were was my friends? My parents? I couldn't be the only one alive..." "My slow painful walk down the corridor led me to an information desk where the person working there had briefly gone elsewhere. On the top of the desk was the newspaper." "Two adults and four students killed by St.Laurel's. Bystander deeply wounded." "They were dead. They were all dead. Why? Why had this happened? I needed air. I took steps outdoors from the clinic or hospital which held me. I could not tell which it was." "I walked along the sidewalk down an empty street. The monster had sought Alto. He was the intended target. He was the reason why my family and friends all died. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. I will never be able to see her again until I have taken revenge." "As I made my way along the street two individuals had walked up behind me. Both being young like myself." [/color] [color=7bcdc8]"Heh, going somewhere grandma? Oh what's this? You look like you've be close to dying. Want a push in the right direction eh?" [/color] [color=6ecff6]"They were laughing. This world was truly cruel. I could feel the heat boiling up inside of me and something in my head switched on. I wanted revenge for the fallen. I was not going to die. Not yet. I could not face them again without doing something. As I closed my eyes I could see. How was this possible?" "I could see myself standing there with those two troublemakers from the eyes of someone else. I looked down and saw a ghostly shape. My own hands. It was me? Were I already dead? Would I be forced to watch my own death in a place like this?" "I lunged downwards and swung my fists in anger towards the two boys, instead of fists I saw large extendable white tentacle like things, originating from my back. I slammed the boys with them and sent them flying into a nearby dumpster." "What is this? I could hardly believe what I saw? Something had happened to me. Something within me had broken and now it was free. I could feel everything around me. Or through that form I took. I gazed at my own physical body and how still I was with closed eyes." "I picked my true self up with this form I was now within and I began to walk before being stopped again by a lone person." "He whistled and then made his offer." [/color] [color=f26522]"You are something special I can tell. How about you join up with me and my guys? We could help you get stronger." [/color] [color=6ecff6]"Stronger? He offered to take me to a place where I could get stronger. I wanted the power. I needed it. I nodded my head and followed. That is how I was led to the St. Lucifer's School for Peace and Wellbeing" "My true physical body was weak. It was beyond repairs. No matter how hard I would train I could never run with this leg, I could never use my both hands and my breathing was bad. I needed help with breathing. So they brought me what I needed in order to live." "In return I came to offer them a promise of my own. I would train myself. I would master my power and when I had mastered it I would use it and kill Alto of the St.Laurel's school." "He was one of the ones responsible for the death of my world. He and that monster. This was my second chance. My second chance to do something and not be forced to watch. Now it has been two years since I first arrived here. My physical body has aged, my skin is pale, my body is frail and thin, dark rings under my eyes and long unruly hair. When not in the form of my younger astral self, I am barely able to lift my arm, or open my eyes... or simply speak. I am thankful for them taking me in. But at the same time I do not feel anything for them. They are almost as bad as that monster. They want me for their own goals. If I have to become a monster to kill a monster. So be it." [/color] Powers: [b]Core power: [/b] [b]Astral Manifestation:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"I am able to take the form of an astral variant of myself, a ghost, a spectre or spirit could also work to describe it. With it I am able to move about, with some differences to others ofcourse. [/color][color=6ecff6]I may take semi-solid form, allowing me to attack others but doing so leaving my astral self vulnerable to damage. Or I may assume incorporeal form and allow things to pass me through or pass things through. But I cannot attack in that shape or stay in it indefinitely. I can also manifest other people which I recall. Who play out scenarios they did as I remembered them. But not seize control of them or direct them. They are just memories. Very dear memories. Things I will never be able to forget, things I will never be able to forgive. No matter which form my astral self assumes I cannot be moved, heat and cold have no effects on me. Things which tries to affect regular people just won't work on my astral form. While my physical self is another matter. My astral body may have limbs removed from it, but I can manifest them back given enough time and effort. If the damage however is too great to my form it will dissolve. If destroyed I may manifest a new one by my physical body, providing I have the mental strength left to do it." [/color] [b]1st power: Ectoplasmic wings [/b] [color=6ecff6]"The first of the powers that I came to use were the tentacle like ectoplasmic wings protruding through my astral form's back. With them I could slam and grapple people with reach. But also use them for other matters. Such as shielding my astral body from attacks by placing them before me. They like the rest of my form could be harmed but they are slightly tougher." [/color] [b]2nd power: Energy beams [/b] [color=6ecff6]"I do not know any other word for them. Each tip of the tentacle like wings bear the ability to shoot these energy beams. I cannot use them with the same appendage I am grappling or slamming with though or when blocking. I may fire them all separately or all at the same time, even pull them all closely together to create a larger more destructive beam." [/color] [b]3rd power: Crave the grave. [/b] [color=6ecff6]"My indomitable will. My memories cannot be altered. My mind cannot be led away from the task I've set myself upon. Any attempts to possess or toy with my head will not work." [/color] [b]Relationships:[/b] [b]Alto:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"Even if we never met. You met my friends. And you are the reason why I am now without them. I could never forgive you. I will avenge my fallen friends and family by ending you. Charlotte looked up to you but in the end they all died because of you. I give my all until my flame is gone, even if I am meant to die!" [/color] [b]Clara:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"My love for the fallen is greater than your hate for the living. That's why Alto will be killed by my hand." [/color] [b]Katherine:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"You probably do not remember me as we only met a few times. I do remember Charlotte and Geon speaking very fondly of you though. I wish they would still be here." [/color] [b]Brutus:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"Geon always found your power to be remarkable and something amazing. I don't have any buisness with you though." [/color] [b]Bak:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"My friends was taken by a monster. You became a monster. Don't get in my way." [/color] [b]Rurik:[/b] [color=6ecff6]"He could have been a friend. But in this world friends will just leave painful scars. Something I have had enough of." [/color] [b]Vernon:[/b][color=6ecff6] "You have not lost everything yet. So I guess you can still find happiness." [/color] Others: [color=6ecff6]"There are many I have never met. I do not judge them before I have met them."[/color] [/hider] [/hider] [hider=Galbrek] [b]Name: Galbrek Ravenovich[/b] [hider=Galbrek] [img]https://i.imgur.com/p4VPd2N.jpg[/img] [/hider] [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Grade:[/b] 2nd year, St.Lucifer [b]Biography:[/b] Galbrek Ravenovich. A half-demon. The name many of the students of St.Lucifers do not wish anything to do with, yet at the same time cannot do much about due to his family being a powerful force of evil. His ruthless and merciless nature precedes him wherever he goes. He is disliked generally by most except the most evil who find his demonic nature to be amusing, and perhaps some of the more chaotic people in the world. Galbrek is outwardly first appearing to be very formal, polite and charming. Aswell as having no problems in adressing a larger crowd of people or having attention on him. Though this fascade usually breaks after awhile, and he reveals his true demonic self. An exploiting, dominating, leecherous and ruthless individual whom enjoys tormenting, humiliating or otherwise force people into a spot where they would feel controlled. His targets usually be female, but he has also been prone to restrain and step on males. Some might think him oblivious to other peoples feelings and pain, but that is not quite the case. It is just that he does not care for their freedom, believing that power is the only thing which matters in the end. What he cares for is personal enjoyment and stirring up trouble, if he can fling the world into chaos then he would do it. Though if said chaos would become too much then he would have to stop it before it gets out of hand. He does enjoy threatre and various plays though, tragic or otherwise. He prefers to make his own though, with the unfortunate people in his surroundings. Trying to puppeteer people into doing what he wants. Galbrek has a demonheart at the end of the day, those which forget his nature are bound to find themselves tangled up into a mess. [b]Powers:[/b] [b]Core: Demonic marionetion[/b] Galbrek uses his demonic powers to create humanoids which he refers to as dolls, they are made from a strange kind of clay rather than flesh and blood. They are hollow also on the inside, lacking internal organs and so forth. Yet they seem to have a soul of some kind, as they are very humanlike in their behaviour and strangely enough be capable of speech. This is a magical effect much like their entire existance. They are all made with a different personality each, like the characters in a play. They also come equipped with different beliefs and values. Even some which may clash with their own creator. So in a sense Galbrek is able to create an artificial form of life in the shape of a humanoid clay like human. They physically appear to be human however, bearing similar skin hues, working eyes and expressions on their faces. But once wounded they undoubtably reveal their true nature. They are slightly stronger than a average human, but against superhumans they are not likely to be able to keep up unless they are really lucky or outnumber their target. Ultimately most of them tend to try follow out the wishes of their creator, be it out of a sense of duty, boredom, terror, enjoyment or disgust. Rebellion would mean certain death if found out. None of the dolls have plot armor and may come to be replaced eventually if they are killed. [hider=My Hider] [b]Current dolls:[/b] 1: Adam (50% Power infused. Able to send forth several shards of dark energy.) [img]https://i.imgur.com/cNl1q1q.png[/img] Adam is the first of the dolls. He is thus the big brother type of the Group and self-appointed leader. He is a quiet one though and generally don't speak more than he has to. Lately Adam has found himself more determined to see his master's wishes done, after the Death and failure of his fellow dolls. 2: Bertrand (Dead) [img]https://i.imgur.com/eWg4maF.png[/img] Bertrand were the cocky and lively one in the Group, the most eager to fight and come out victorious. He also were the most empathic and caring of the Group. He was especially protective of his fellow doll Darla. He died sacrificing himself to let his fellow dolls escape an enemy they had heavily underestimated. 3: Celine (0% Power infused. Able to create a barrier of dark energy when infused.) [img]https://i.imgur.com/p51Pw97.png[/img] Celine is the motherly type in a sense and also the one most questioning their creator, she is the one most prone to question orders and the first one to call for a retreat. Lately she had displayed rebellious desire and has a pet rat to protect. 4: Darla (Dead) [img]https://i.imgur.com/t4dAPMV.png[/img] Darla was the Little sister of the Group, and the least eager to fight. She were naive and overall too friendly for her own good. She were however loyal to her creator despite him being whom he was. She died after a failed mission, at the very hands of her creator who saw no use in her existance as she had been crippled and failed both. 5: Eve (25% energy infusion, Whip which may be empowered with dark energy) [img]https://i.imgur.com/oY05YUN.png[/img] Eve is seeing herself as a Queen, second in command to Galbrek or possibly his lover to be. She is deeply enthralled with her creator and would do all in her Power to fulfill his desires while at the same time fulfilling her own. Overall she is very sadistic and seems to lack empathy for other creatures other than herself. 6: Fegin (25% energy infusion, Hoolahoop ring hich may be imbued with dark energy) [img]https://i.imgur.com/W2FniNV.png[/img] Fegin is a mysterious kind of doll, who hides behind a cheery and carefree personality. He has ulterior motives and does things which may hinder or help people seemingly at random. He doesn't take kindly to being called a clown. He is the least scared of all the dolls when it comes to their creator. Even in his presence. [/hider] [b]1st power: Strings of the puppeteer[/b] Galbrek is able to manipulate strings made of a strong elastic unknown material from each of his fingertips. It may be cut through however, but it does not make a good connector for electricity. Despite electricity can melt strings coming into contact with it. He uses these to fight with, generally involving grappling people and applying pressure to them, making slicing attacks or just overall restricting peoples movements. Physically strong people may break free from the strings however, and they are not indestructible and thus may be destroyed. [b]2nd power: Demonic infusion[/b] Galbrek may use the dark demonic energies to infuse power into his doll like servants, whom in turn can use it to make ray attacks, orb attacks, engulfing their fists in dark energies, create a dark energy barrier etc. Each doll is given only a single power and have a limit on how much they can use it and how effective it is depending on how much energy he puts into said doll. In a manner of speaking, it's pretty much an energy battery. [b]3: Grand performance[/b] Using his charm and theatric moves, Galbrek is able to fascinate, paralyze or hypnotise people who watch him during a longer period of time without taking hostile action. Averting ones gaze from his eyes is a good way to avoid being affected or to be in a fighting mindset. Galbrek uses this power mainly to try weaken people he has restrained or to have people part with valuable information or do something for him. The success of the power varies from target to target. 4: [b]Improved dollmaking[/b] Galbrek has through trial and error decided to make his Creations more sturdy, strong and fast in order to better serve him. An investment for the future as far as it concerns him. Someday he would surely be able to even create the 'perfect doll' which could realize his Dreams. [/hider] [hider=Kanzael Laroud (RETIRED)] [b]Name:[/b] Kanzael Laroud [img]https://i.imgur.com/edfrG2Q.jpg[/img] [b]Age:[/b] 27 [b]Grade:[/b] None [b]Biography:[/b] Kanzael has been an associate to Mephisto for at least 10 years, bringing in recruits for his school of the wickedly inclined, provided they have demonstrated interesting powers. Many have speculated where he comes from, but none has gotten a proper answer from him which they believe in to be the truth. As Kanzael is a man who puts on two different faces, depending on whom he is talking with and people generally have no clue which of the two is his real one. The first impression people get from him is that he's generally a relaxed, cool and amusing person, which appears lighthearted and having a somewhat well-intent for people. Though after time or enough digging, some may find out that he has a darker side. Where he is manipulative, corrupting and prone to attempts to seduce others to commit evil or chaotic deeds. As if he finds enjoyment in making people fall deeper and deeper into the dark. He may appear as a friend to some and provide assistance, but usually hold back some information which he may possess. He holds no love for law and order, except following a tyrant if it will lead to more chaos. A natural enemy of the law enforcement and those who fights to make Rhea and it's citizen's have upstanding citizens. Almost as if he gets a thrill by watching people fall from positions of grandeur, but he does step up to 'help' them at that point. Generally this means leading them towards a darker path where new ambitions would begin to form. If engaged into a physical confrontation, Kanzael would try to talk things through before resorting to fighting. But if a fight is unavoidable then he is prepared to launch the first strike, generally from a very underhanded and dirty way. Such as using poisons, vision impairing or crippling things. He also has some sadistic tendencies, but generally stops before people are physically damaged for good. His relationships are best amongst the young, which he acts like a big brother type to. Providing those who want with illegal substances and weapons, and other things which aid in their fall into the dark. [b]Powers:[/b] [b]Core:[/b] [b]Alchemical tinkerer[/b] He possesses a vast knowledge into making alchemical ordnances, aswell as pills which imbue the consumer with detrimental or boosting properties such as enhanced stamina, resilience, strength and more. But his pills tend to have heavy withdrawal symptoms. These ordnances, bombs, vials, potions and pills all compliment his weaponries in which he either creates things which poisons or drugs enemies, or inflict other crippling effects. Though in most cases they inflict instant effects such as bombs which explode. Kanzael's abilities are non-magical, thus they may bypass certain things which normally magic would be stopped at. But that aside he is generally alot physically weaker as hes not empowered, unless he takes his pills which temporarily empowers him. [b]1: Bright glove:[/b] A lightly armored glove (left hand) which can create a very powerful light as long as the hand is open. This is mainly used as a distraction or made to blind an enemy or illuminate an area. Kanzael uses this weapon very deceptively. [b]2: Cartridge cannon:[/b] A wrist bound cannon (left arm) which shoots alchemical bombs of different kinds. It contains several different cartridge magazines of various effects. [b]3: Syringe blade:[/b] A generally hidden, but extendable and powerful rapier looking blade (right hand) which is hollow on the inside and has several holes in the sides to it's very tip which is very sharp. This blade is sturdy and makes for good piercing and slashing attacks. Piercing attacks are generally alot more effective. The true purpose of this blade is to inject a target with an alchemical mixture. [b]Relationships:[/b] Coming soon... [/hider]