Human: The natives of the earth realm, beings capable of the greatest evil, or the greatest good, making them sought after and making the realm of earth a place that both hell and heaven wish to have dominion over. Humans, while lacking the physical strength of a demon or angel, are often ingenious fighters to make up for it, making them excellent hunters.

Demon: Demons are the native race of hell, they come in all shapes and sizes, and come from many myths and legends, but generally a demon is a supernatural being that possesses superior physical capabilities to that of the average human, and often have access to supernatural powers. Most demons come in a very horrific form, but powerful few are able to take forms that look almost completely or completely human.

Angel: An angel is a divine being from heaven, there are two kinds that exist. The Laguna angels, where many of them appear rather inhuman, gaudy yet horrific and terrifying beings of great power. Then there are the Army of Light angels, the traditional kind, humans with wings and divine powers. Similar to demons though, they all possess superior physical capabilities to the average human.

Half-Demon: Half demons are born of a demon and a human parent, though incredibly rare, possess a form that appears human until they tap into their demonic power. They possess the physical capabilities of a demon, while being consistently humanoid in appearance.

Nephilim: Half demon half angels. Such a combination is impossible by normal means, a Nephilim is born by mixing together the dust and remains of both an angel and a demon, allowing them to give birth to a new being, the Nephilim. They possess abilities both divine and unholy, and similar to both demons and angels, possess superior physical capabilities. They are about twice as large as humans, and exhibit brutal natures.

Cyborg: A cyborg is a human having gone under extensive or minor cybernetic enhancements. The enhancements can often vary, but very consistently have they enhanced their physical capabilities. This allows humans who have become cyborgs to stand even with some of the more powerful demons and angels.

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Faction: (To whom do you serve?)

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Powers and Abilities: (includes powers, special forms, and others)

Style: (you can have multiple, or just one. This also includes the way you fight. You can also give it a fancy name if you’d like.)

Equipment:

Techniques: (Any special techniques? Simple or powerful)

Name: (Adhere to naming conventions for angels and demons)
Faction: (Heaven or Hell)
Subfaction: (Hierarchy of Laguna or Army of Light for Heaven; Mundus Allegiance or Rogue for Hell)
Power Level: (See tiers and sphere rankings. You can get specific, such as 'mid-Fiend' or 'Second Sphere Principality'
Description: (combined personality and functionality)
Armament: (if applicable)
Abilities:
Appearance: (Beings of the Hierarchy are organic monsters inside gold and marble shells; angels of the Army of Light are humanoid and winged; demons have no set form, but some are inorganic creatures of metal)

Reward System - Gain points to level your Style automatically when doing ‘stylish’ or ‘creative’ moves. Points can still be spent into Style like normal though.

Weapon Upgrade - You can spend points into upgrading your weapon and accessing stronger techniques specific to the weapon. Upgrades from level 1-3.

Technique Upgrade - You can upgrade your existing Techniques into a Level 2 or Level 3 version, which lets you attach more and more powerful properties to them.

Style Upgrade - By upgrading your Style, you gain new aspects of the style, and allow you to use more powerful techniques. For instance level 1 Trickster might grant you faster evasion, but level 2 will grant you agility for wall running and so on, but level 3 gives access to a high-speed teleport. Upgrades from Level 1-S (1, 2, 3, S).

Costs (remember everything starts at level 1)

Weapon Upgrade -
Level 2 (6 points)
Level 3 (9 points)

Technique Upgrade -
Level 2 (2 points)
Level 3 (5 points)

Style Upgrade
Level 2 (9 points)
Level 3 (12 points)
Level S (15 points)

• Defeating enemies. These must be enemies sent at you by any of the GMs. They can be sent after you involuntarily, or as part of a mission you have chosen to undertake. Depending on number and/or strength of enemies, 1-5 points can be earned.
  Stylish combat. More on judging system later. Basically being stylish in combat will give you free points that level up the Style you use in that battle. Depending on style, 1-3 points can be earned, automatically added to your Style, if your Styles are full, these points can be spent anywhere you like.
• Defeating bosses. There will be two kinds, ones that you will simply encounter, normally the first time you see them they’ll be far too powerful for you to fight and are best avoided, but later they can be hunted down and defeated for a massive bounty of points. Then there are the ones that are thrown at you during your missions, these ones are designed to be a challenge to you, but they can be defeated. You will earn 3-6 points depending on the boss enemy’s strength in comparison to yours.

Techniques can be gained whenever you please, but certain types of techniques will be locked behind your Style level. New Techniques are free, but be sure to run them through a GM first, plus you are not allowed to add new techniques midway through a battle.
New Styles can be obtained for 5 points, but it is recommended that players stick with 1-3, anymore than that, and it gets truly complex.
Gaining new weapons can be free, or cost you something. To gain a weapon for free, you have to earn them, as the weapons you can gain throughout simple progression are existing Devil Arms or other weapons, so you will be limited to those. You can also make new weapons by spending 5 points.

Theme Song: Fleeing Kuro

Name: Lily
Gender: Female
Age: Two millennia at least. Exact age unknown.
Race: Demon (Exact species - Unknown)

Appearance:
Lily’s appearance varies wildly depending on her mood, and although she has a preferred appearance she can look in just about any way she likes. Usually, however, she will appear as a normal human woman, with long, lush red hair and emerald green eyes. Her features are delicate, belying her demonic origin with an appearance of an attractive young lady, with an oval face and full lips, and a sharp chin and high cheekbones. She’s rather tall compared to most human women, standing at 180cm in height, with a slender build yet decently voluminous where it counts.

She is most often dressed in a fairly simple fashion, wearing the clothes of humans; jeans, shirts, the occasional dress if she fancies it.

Two defining features of hers are; a tendency to keep her fingernails long, and often filed to a slight point, as if to remind herself—and others—that she’s not just a simple human bumbling about amidst beings whose power she doesn’t comprehend, as well as a scar running vertically across her right eyes, though the eye itself is still intact.

One thing that Lily is never found without, is an old medallion from a time Lily only hints at. A metallic disc the size of a large coin, covered with intricate patterns, decorated with a spherical piece of obsidian inlaid in the middle. A small section of the sphere is cut out, replaced by a piece of a ruby gem and another piece of oval obsidian in that ruby, giving it the illusion of an eye with a black sclera, slitted eyes, red iris.

Faction: Unaffiliated

Personality:
Lily is, not only among Angels, but Demons as well, an enigma. No one, neither the highest or the lowest demons or angels, know quite what to make of her. Her demeanor, the way she acts, are atypical for a demon of her caliber.

Unlike most, she is not outwardly cruel or belittling, but rather strange amicable and relaxed. To some demons, this is a travesty, and something that should not be. The number of times demons have sought to “correct” her ways is uncountable. Said track record is littered with blood and broken corpses. For while Lily acts surprisingly like a human, she is by no means one. She still harbors the brutal and relentless qualities of most other demons, enabling her to take lives without remorse.

A deeper look into her personality would reveal someone who cares little for good or evil, regardless of whether it’s the greater good or a greater evil. To describe her, the term “Amoral” comes to mind, in that she cares little for anything but herself and her own goals, as such she has also forsaken the war between heaven and hell, choosing instead to live her life in whatever way she pleases.

But to say that forsaking the war means that she’s a pacifist is as wrong as saying she’s like any other demons. Centuries spent fighting has instilled her with a sense of joy whenever she’s in the throes of battle. She truly does enjoy shedding blood and might, on occasion, lend herself out as a demonic equivalent of a mercenary.

And finally, perhaps the oddest thing about her, is her strange interest in humans. Most consider them inconsequential, but she has found them to be quite the intriguing creatures. So limited, yet so full of potential. They bumble about their lives with no clue as to what’s going to happen the next day, and yet they spend so much time trying to change the future for fear of what’s going to happen. And the fact that they are as capable of evil as Demons such as herself, and as capable of good as the pompous angels, is something that she finds herself both surprised and intrigued by.

What few Demons know of Lily as more than just an oddity and enigma, theorize that her interest in humans once had her fall in love with one, and learn compassion, and is perhaps the source of her even stranger powers.

Biography:
Lily doesn’t speak much of her life, and she prefers it that way. To her, it both is, and is not, a game, when it comes to people knowing very little about her. How much can she withhold? How much can they figure out?
The finer details of her life are unknown, but what is known to those who have been around her for a while is that she was born well over two millennia ago, almost three. She was born to a minor group of Demons, ones primarily unaffiliated with the going-ons of the bigger Demons such as Mundus or Sheba. While they weren’t exactly the strongest of demons, they did consider themselves to be more intelligent. More manipulative. They had seen that there were ways to rule over the humans that did not involve a violent take-over. The humans were fickle, ignorant, and oh-so-gullible. Go to the surface, find an isolated settlement, and introduce oneself as a God. Ignorant as these short lived humans were, they would believe it although sometimes a show of force was necessary.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of such Demons existed all over the world. Some more successful than others. Lily was one such Demon. She had journeyed to Earth a few centuries before the initial invasion and subsequent war began. She lived amongst the humans of a settlement on a group of islands northwest of the mainland that is now called Europe, up until the time of the war when she was forced to move; either that or get caught in the crossfire.

Before that, she and the group of demons humans might have called her “Family”, attempted as best they could to scramble to a position of power, beating those weaker than them and being shamefully defeated by those stronger. As they were unaffiliated with any of the larger factions, it was difficult to do much of anything on their own. What territory and power they could get their hands on, they did, but it was often taken away from them just as soon as they had grasped it. Centuries passed, and Lily grew frustrated, clawing her way to the surface as opposed to remaining in the constant cycle of winning and losing power and territory down in the Pit.

Come the time of the invasion a few centuries later, Lily did what she could to avoid the fighting. But war isn’t a thing one so easily avoids. It caught up to her, and she regretfully joined in, only to realise the opportunity that it was to her. Were she to just fight whoever and whatever, she could make her way. Allegiance mattered not, but the power—the favours, the renown, the experience—she could get out of it was its own reward. Were she hired by Demons she would fight the humans and angels. Were she hired by humans she would fight demons and angels. And, if she were to be hired by angels—unlikely as it was—she would gladly fight the demons and the humans. To her, it didn’t matter. Only what she could get out of it mattered.

Power and prestige from fighting were all the rewards and payment she demanded. Let her fight, let her grow in power, and she would willingly stand by the side of whoever sought after her.



Powers and Abilities:

• Enhanced physical strength - Like any Demon, Lily possesses physical strength and durability superior to any human.
• Enhanced speed and agility - Quick and agile, as much a result of her demonic origin as her own training.
• Shapeshifting - A unique power not to be confused with Devil Trigger. It allows her to transform it varying chimera-like creatures, mostly half human and half beast, granting her different abilities and specializations whenever she does so, and also allows for a greater variety of humanoid appearances.
  
  • Power Form (Draconic Might) - Large increase to raw physical power and endurance.
  • Speed Form (Grace of Bastet) - Large increase to speed and agility.
  • Fire Form (Elemental/Sol) - Enables powerful manipulation and creation of fire, along with a few other abilities, as well as flight/hover.
• Devil Trigger - Lily grows in size to easily measure three metres, massive, leathery wings sprout from her back accompanied by cloven hooves and furred, digitigrade legs. From her elbows and down her arms and hands are covered in black scales, ending in claw-tipped fingers. A pair of ram's horns grows from her temples as the sclera in her eyes turn black, broken only by her red irises. Her four canines elongate, becoming more akin to fangs, as the rest of her teeth sharpen as well. Sleek and Powerful muscles ripple underneath her skin, only adding to her imposing appearance. From behind her sprouts a sandy-brown tail, scaled, half as thick at its base as she is around her waist, fully prehensile as a fifth limp, and a full metre longer than she is tall as well as covered in numerous, small protrusions akin to spikes. Finally, her hair becomes a fiery orange with an almost translucent quality to it; seeming both fire and hair at the same time.
  
  • Allows for greater speed, strength, endurance, and even magic than any of her other forms, as well as the ability to use all the various techniques from her other Forms.

Style:

• Draconic Might [Lvl-3] - Though the same size and musculature as her second level of Draconic form, at three metres in height, and still with a thick, powerful tail a third longer than her height, there are still a few significant differences. Her scales have thickened and gotten sturdier, increasing her defensive capabilities, and a thin layer of scales has covered her wings, making even them more durable. Scales have begun creeping onto her face - previously only skin - covering her cheek bones and jaw. Additionally, small rows of bony spikes has started running down the centre of her tail, as well as up her spine.
  Since Lvl 2, she has been able to breathe fire in a cone in front of her. With Rank 3, she is capable of focusing it into more concentrated blasts, creating either a narrower cone for higher intensity, or shorter blasts for single projectiles.
• Grace of Bastet [Lvl-1] - Employed only when in her Feline form. This combat style relies on dizzying speed and agility, relentlessly attacking again and again leaving little chance to retaliate or even defend against her relentless onslaught. At higher levels her speed and strength will increase.
• Sol [Lvl-1] - Employed only when in her Elemental Form. This combat style relies on mid-to-long range combat, preferring to release torrents or balls of flame at her opponent, seeking to roast them alive before they get close. Using this style she prefers to keep out of melee range, pelting her opponents with as much fire as she can muster. At higher levels this ability will allow for more powerful manipulation of fire, as well as more ways of using them, as well as the use of magma as opposed to solely fire.

Equipment:

• Warhammer [Lvl-1] - A giant warhammer as tall as Lily in her human form.
• War axe [Lvl-1] - An axe the same size as the warhammer. The head is wide, the design simple. A large spike juts out from back of the axe’s head.
• Jian sword [Lvl-1] - A straight, double edged sword, seemingly taking directly from the time of the Han Dynasty in China.
• Bladed Tonfa [Lvl-1] - Single edged blade with the handle jutting out from the flat side of the blade, allowing her to wield it so that it goes parallel with her lower arm.
• Guan Dao [Lvl-1] - A pole-arm like weapon with a large, curved blade attached at the end.

Techniques:

• Unpredictable]
  
  • Jack of All Trades [Lvl-1] - There are very few weapons with which Lily is not proficient. Having lived for well over two millennia, and then a couple centuries, she has had time to master the vast majority of weapons in existence. As such, what weapon she brings to bear in a fight is near impossible to determine or predict. She does, however, have favourites, so those are always a good place to start guessing at.
  • Quick witted, quick hands [Lvl-1] - A fast mind and fast body are necessary tools to make Lily’s way of fighting possible. As such, she can rapidly change what weapon she’s using, taking little more than half a second for a shield to become an axe, and a sword to become a hammer.
  • Projection [Lvl-1] - This ability allows Lily to manifest weapons of different kinds from thin air using nothing but solidified magic. These weapons aren’t static, and can change depending on whatever she desires to wield.
• Draconic Might
  
  • Dive Bomb [Lvl-1] - An aerial attack by dropping down on the opponent at high speed.
  • Sacrificial Defense [Lvl-2] - Uses one of her wings to shield herself from an attack, damaging—or losing it entirely—to negate or highly diminish the damage she would’ve otherwise taken.
  • Fire Breath [Lvl-1] - Like the mythical dragons, she breathes fire upon her enemies. The intensity of the flames can vary, as can the method: Be it balls, plumes, or cones of dragonfire.
• Grace of Bastet
  
  • Hail of Blows [Lvl-1] - A preferred attack by Lily when using her Grace of Bastet feline form. She will attempt to land blow after blow after blow, hailing her enemy with attacks to such a degree that retaliation is all but impossible.
  • Choke [Lvl-1] - Depending on what kind of creature she’s fighting, she can use her tail as a rope, wrapping it around her opponent’s neck in an attempt to choke them.
  • Flash Step[Lvl-2] - Utilizing short bursts of supersonic speed, Lily can close distances almost immediately, move around too quickly to see for any normal human. While doing so she attacks with different weapons, from a variety of angles, and from varying distances.
• Sol
  
  • Supernova [Lvl-2] - Lily sends forth a guided projectile of concentrated fire which erupts in a violent explosion either at her command, or once it hits something.
  • Dissipate [Lvl-1] - Allows Lily to dissipate into nothing but a large orb of fire. After a few moments she becomes incorporeal, rendering her immune to attacks for a few seconds before she’s forced to revert to physical form. Only useable in Elemental Form.
  • Barrage [Lvl-2] - Creating several orbs of fire around her, Lily sends forth a barrage of fiery missiles at her target, which explodes upon impact.
  • Combustion [Lvl-2] - A far more violent version of her Shapeshifting, Lily discards her elemental form, resuming another of her Shapes, and in the process lets the flames her body was previously composed of, erupt in a massive shockwave of fire around her. Renders Sol unuseable for the next 24 hours. Now, with a bit more control, she is capable of directing it into a cone; reducing the area of attack and thus increasing the inteisity of it.
• Devil Trigger
  
  • Cataclysm[Level-1] - Combining the finesse of her feline form and the fiery power of her elemental form, Lily is capable of concentrating the entirety of her fiery power in a fist, unleashing it in a titanic blast of hellfire. Restricted to melee due to the instability of the move, and risking it backfiring if used from a range. Incurs the same "Cooldown" as Combustion, rendering fire magic all but impossible for 24 hours.

Trivia:

• Her right eye, and its scar, glows whenever she’s about to shift into one form or another. She almost always keeps it visible for reasons unknown.
• In accordance with her shapeshifter abilities, she can change her general appearance (hair colour & length, eye colour, height, build, and so on).
• The weapons under her “Equipment” list are only her preferred weapons. If she so desired, she could create any weapon in existence, or any object with “Projection”

Theme Song: Élan

Name: Cassandra “Cassie” Fayette Bellerose
Gender: Female
Age: 114
Race: Half Demon

Appearance:
Aside from her demonic heritage there are very few things, about Cassandra that would be considered remarkable. To any passerby she would appear as a young, attractive woman. Not especially tall, measuring only a metre and sixty centimetres, nor stunningly beautiful.

Discounting her superhuman strength and agility, she is simply a short and pretty girl, with violet eyes and straight, light brown, hair which falls to her waist. She is a slender thing, with faintly defined muscles all over her body, as evidence of long hours spent walking, running or doing any other sort of physical activity.



Faction: Unaffiliated

Personality:
Free.

That is the one word Cassandra would use to describe herself. Life is meant to be lived, and to tie oneself down in such a way that prevented them, from doing what they wanted is a sin against whoever created the first spark of life.

Cassandra is a whimsical, fun loving girl, whose sense of decorum is buried deep beneath a bubbly personality. Above all else she is a kind individual with an appreciation for life in all its glory, and in any form. However, even a clear sky become covered in dark clouds, and likewise Cassandra is not above anger or irritation. Should anything, or anyone, threaten herself or anyone she cares about, she will not hesitate to fight it.

At first glance she may appear to be childish and incapable of taking anything serious, but if one were to spend some time in her presence, they might learn that she is also perceptive and more than capable of being mature with the situation calls for it - sometimes going so far as to even become philosophical.

Bio:
Bonjour Ma Chèrie

My name is Cassandra Fayette Bellerose, and I am a half-démon. Now you might ask, how did the union have a human and a démon come to be? The story, or so my mother tells me, is a surprisingly simple one. She spoke to me of a time when she wandered the world, in search of some new place that she has yet to discover. This search brought her to my father's house in Valenciennes, France.

He was a simple baker, but even if he was not wealthy or had a lot to give, but when a young woman came by and asked for a place to stay, he offered her a room. But that was not all, for when he discovered that she had no coin with which to pay him, he offered to let her work in the bakery in exchange for shelter and food. Over time they grew close, and with familiarity came affection. Four years passed between the arrival of my mother, and the day of their marriage. Barely a year later and their child was born.

I am told that I am one of the few of my mother's children, whom she has actually stayed with and raised on her own. For that I am grateful, especially because she taught me much of what I know, and because was there to help me understand, who and what I was when finally my powers matured. My father, bénisse son âme, was both confused and frightened when he discovered the true nature of both his wife and his daughter. I consider myself fortunate that he did not attempt to run for help, or to kill the démons that was his family. I do not remember if the exact words exchanged between them, but I do remember the embrace they shared. My mother, he told me, whether human or not was still the woman he had fallen in love with, and that no father should ever lay a hand on their children.

My mother stayed with him until the end of his days, gifting everything they owned to me, and shortly thereafter went out on her travels once again. From then on I lived my life as society expected of me - as the inheritor of a well off bakery. I married a lovely man named Thomas, and with him I had two children; a son and a daughter. Aveline and Colin, bénissez leurs cœurs, never awakened their powers, and remained ignorant of both their grandmother and their mother's true nature.

When Thomas died, I stayed with my children for a few years before following in my mother's footsteps. Much as I loved my family, I had grown restless in the later years of my life, and so I decided to explore the world. To meet new people, see new places, and experience what life was truly like.

Sometimes I look back and I ask myself if leaving was the right thing to do, and if I should have told Aveline and Colin of my secret. But I didn't, à la vie, à la mort, I suppose.

I suppose that's now you sit back with one final question, no? Ah, yes. My mother's name was Susanne. It is a variance of the Hebrew Susannah, and means "Lily."

À bientôt!



Powers and Abilities:

• Demonic Physique
  
  • Even if she’s just a Half Demon, Cassandra inherits the superior physical capabilities of all demons, granting her both increased strength, agility, and speed.
• Appearance Alteration
  
  • Althought far from as good as others, Cassandra has learned enough about shapeshifting to alter her appearance in simple ways: Hair colour, length, eye colour, and other minor things.
• Advanced Projection
  
  • A level of Projection magic far more advanced than that of her mother’s. Capable of creating multitudes of weapons, and even control them from afar.
• Swordsmanship
  
  • Thanks to years of practice, Cassandra’s skills with the sword, and many other melee weapons, has reached exceptional heights.
• Battle Awareness
  
  • While not a special skill per se, Cassandra’s primary fighting style requires great mental flexibility, and as such she is capable of keeping track of multiple things at once.
• Devil Trigger
  
  • Like all beings of demonic heritage, the ability to tap into ones demonic power comes naturally once realised. Cassandra’s form is surprisingly humanoid, with a few core differences: Her eyes become a solid, monochrome, blue. Tattoos of swirling patterns come to cover most of her skin, coloured a luminous cyan, and from her back sprouts a pair of massive, and vibrant, butterfly-like wings. In this form, she’s capable of hovering and moving through the air, all the while her other abilities are enhanced; becoming more powerful.
• Limited Fire manipulation
  
  • Some amount of control and creation of fire has passed from mother to daughter, leaving Cassandra with the ability to create and control fire, but only to a very limited degree. At most she can create a ball of flame the size of her fist, or light up a fireplace, and other minor things.

Style:

• Lame et Âme [Lvl-1]
  
  • A style that revolves around the Projecting and remote control of various weaponry. Relying primarily on skills and numbers, Cassandra seeks to overwhelm her opponent with hails of blows from a safe distance.
    
    • In future ranks Projecting minions of various sorts, rather than just weapons, would be possible.
• Quadra Vents [Lvl-1]
  
  • A style that shirks numbers and range in favour of skill and focused assaults. Cassandra summons four, chrome-coloured blades each sharper and more durable than anything else. With these she fights like they were an extension of herself as opposed to simply tools. With them being mostly controlled by thought, there is often little movement on Cassandra’s part to give away her intentions, making predicting her attacks difficult.
    
    • In future ranks these four blades might learn to channel energy, become literal parts of Cassandra herself, or become like an avatar of her.

Equipment:

• A backpack filled with books, food, and hiking equipment.
• A bracelet with three stones in it: A sapphire, a ruby, and a piece of obsidian.
• A sketchbook, charcoal, pens, coloured pens, and other drawing implements.

Techniques:

• Lame et Àme
  
  • Rho Aias [Lvl-1]
    
    • Rho Aias is an ability that allows Cassandra to create shields in various ways: From a barrier of blades to a wall of force.
  
  
  • Tempête Lame [Lvl-1]
    
    • A simple yet effective technique consisting of dozens upon dozens of swords, axes, daggers, and more, spinning around Cassandra like a veritable maelstrom of steel and death.
• Quadra Vents
  
  • Taillade du Vent [Lvl-1]
    
    • A powerful slash in the air sending forth a cutting edge of wind, allowing her to cut larger targets far more effectively, as well as send out powerful attacks from a range.
  
  
  • Pas De L'ombre [Lvl-1]
    
    • While not yet capable of creating a true avatar of herself, she can make a fragile and stationary copy. If such a copy is created in her own space, the creation of it pushes her out of the way, quicker than she can move on her own. Doing so allows her to dodge attacks that would otherwise hit home. The “Dummy” is hit, and destroyed, instead.

Theme Song: Two Steps from Hell-After the Fall

Name: Wrath

Gender: Male

Age: 337

Race: Nephilim

Appearance: 10 years after his birth, he angered a Beloved with an off-hand comment and he ended up with a large scar during the resulting, if short, skirmish. He shows it off every chance he gets. He typically wears heavy armor similar in appearance to his brother War's but is less bulky and allows for a greater range of motion and greater agility. Stands at 7 feet, 4 inches tall.

Faction: Heaven

Personality: Wrath, despite his name, is a very calm and calculating warrior, taking the time to test his opponent and determine if he needs to unleash more of his own strength or not. However, he can be known to be incredibly unstable once angry, often lashing out at whatever is within reach.

Bio: Wrath was born over three hundred years ago through the merging of the remains of the Demon Rage and the Angel Arciel, both slain in one of the many battles between heaven and hell, in Heaven. They treated him well, wanting to have a champion of their own the next time a Horseman arrived in the White City, but he didn't agree with it. He spent much of his first hundred years wandering from world to world, avoiding the path of his brothers and sister to avoid having to fight them just to simply exist. However, a hundred years into his wandering, he found records complete and total defeat and annihilation of the Nephilim by his brothers and sister Death, War, Fury, and Strife at Eden, centuries before his birth. He counted himself fortunate to have avoided being discovered and continued his wandering ways for another fifty years. At one point, he stumbled across the twilighted world of the Makers, beings who had forged many worlds with their hands. It was here that he found his calling, over 200 years after leaving Heaven to find his own path, while battling the corruption that had slowly begun to encroach upon it.

He spent thirty years battling alongside the Makers and their constructs, but it was a loosing fight, with the corruption simply finding new hosts in Makers and Constructs alike each time an old host was killed or destroyed. It was in that thirtieth year that a representative of his creators from Heaven, Uriel, arrived, offering him a chance to do more than fight a loosing war. The Makers encouraged him and after several days of thinking on it, he agreed. He left the Maker's world with Uriel, returning to Heaven to get his orders.

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities: Nephilim Blood- Born of the bones of a Demon and Angel, Wrath is considerably stronger, faster, and more powerful than any mortal and many demons and angels. He also never ages as a result.

Bloodrage-The longer Wrath fights, the more vicious he becomes as a fighter.

Theme Song:Immortal-Two Steps from Hell

Name: Zarrath
Gender: Male
Age:2000+
Race: Angel

Appearance: Zarrath bears a scar across his face from a fight with a Demon who had been terrorizing the Scottish Highlands for centuries as well as having slightly grey wings versus pure white.

Faction: Heaven/Army of Light/Hell Guard

Personality: Zarrath is normally relaxed and sociable when he’s mingling, he’s also a teacher, passing the lessons he’s learned in his fight against the demons and training newer recruits to the Army of Light. In combat, he’s confident, calculating, relentless, and dauntless. No threat is great enough to cause him to retreat.

Bio: Zarrath has been a member of the Hell Guard for millennia, though he has seen deployment as a standard member of the Army of Light. He fought at Eden with the Four Horsemen to stop the Nephilim and has engaged against the forces of Hell many times. Another notable engagement he was in was during the Third Kingdom’s early inception, fighting to keep the demons from overrunning Earth before their time, a war which lasted long before the Council interceded.

About 1500 years ago in a skirmish on Earth, he had the honor, or misfortune as lesser angel’s refer to it, of crossing blades with The White Woman Of The Scottish Highlands, a demon who had been draining the blood of young travelers for centuries, a fight that left the angel with a scar across his face. After that battle, he was relegated to a more senior training position to prepare new generations of recruits for battle when the Seals were finally broken. He was there when Wrath was born and assigned to ensure that the young Nephilim knew how to fight and, other than Uriel, was the only Angel able to really put up with the then boisterous Nephilim and form a real bond with him, becoming both a mentor and a dear friend.

After Wrath departed Heaven for his own reasons, he was dispatched on a patrol and encountered Gomory, whose name he learned during their fight, a Demon in the service of Mundus. The pair exchanged blows on two separate occasions and, grudgingly, earned each other’s respect for their respective skill. That encounter was 250 years ago, and they have fought twice more since, still with no clear winner. However, they have never gone out of their way to seek each other out if on the same battlefield, only crossing blades if the opportunity arises. And since the Nephilim’s return and subsequent joining with the Council, he’s been assigned a more combat active role to put him where he can help Wrath should he need it.

[Combat]

Theme Song: Iron

Name: Fenn ("Chained Hound")
Gender: Male
Age: He lost track in the arena, and that was centuries ago.
Race: Demon (Hellhound)

Appearance: Fenn’s species hails from the hotter, fiery areas of the underworld, and bears a striking physical resemblance to the Stalkers native to the Forge Lands, with a large torso, broad shoulders, and long, thick arms with four-fingered hands ending in razor sharp claws. Their lower bodies tend to be smaller, with a thinner waist, comparatively sleek and short back legs, and a reptilian tail. As with Stalkers, most of their bodies are covered in hardened scales that armor the beasts against most kinds of cutting weapons.

This is where the similarities end, however. Unlike with Stalkers, fur covers their forearms, lower legs, and upper head and back, forming a kind of mane. Moreover, their heads have a distinct canine look, with an elongated muzzle, short, triangular ears, and maws full of sharp teeth.

Fenn is a particularly large specimen, near doubling the height of most humans when on all fours and easily tripling it when standing upright. His body is covered in dull, soot-colored scales and black fur. His amber, slitted eyes have a sharp, cunning gleam belied by his bestial appearance. Several scars crisscross his whole body, clearly visible among his fur and scales by their whitish coloration.

The only thing in terms of clothing or adornment worn by Fenn are two sets of thick, heavy chains stemming from manacles on his wrists. The lengths of chain are typically wrapped around his forearms.

Faction: Lily

Personality: While at first glance Fenn seems like little more than a mindless beast, he is perfectly capable of speech, and possesses an intellect on par with most sapient creatures of the three realms.

Like many demons, Fenn has long resigned himself to the idea that might makes right in all worlds, but has lived long enough to reach the contradicting conclusion that one day any who chooses to wield such power will be crushed under its weight.

This has left Fenn with an ill-tempered, sardonic demeanor that seems to be characterized by three moods: Boredom, varying degrees of anger and irritation, and a form of caustic amusement levelled at anything and everything around him like a burr’s thorns.

Nonetheless, he derives much enjoyment from combat, and sees it as his sole reason for being. It is the one thing he can fully devote himself to.

Fenn tends to be distrustful of most other beings. He shares other demons’ dislike of heaven’s forces, seeing them as uptight, self-righteous, hypocritical bastards, sees many demons as deceitful cowards, and considers humanity to be largely inconsequential, their lifespans too short for them to amount to anything. One of the few ways of earning his respect is to stand up to him in battle.

Bio: Tribes of Hellhounds typically choose their leader through trials in combat meant to find the finest warrior among them. Once such a warrior is chosen, challenges can be issued forth by other warriors in the tribe to contest this position if they believed such a one to be unworthy. Should a leader turn away from such a challenge, tradition dictated they would be killed on the spot as a matter of honor.

In his younger days, this is how Fenn rose to become his tribe’s leader, slaying his predecessor and slaughtering all that tried to contest his rule. Under his leadership, other tribes were eradicated or absorbed into theirs, their borders within the realm were settled for the first time, and his tribe saw a kind of prosperity and growth that had been previously unheard of.

All in all, a land ripe for rebellion.

Once the tribes had been unified, many of the younger warriors sought to expand into other territories of the underworld, fighting the demons there. Such was the warlike nature of their culture. Up until then, this incessant battle had been confined to spats between the tribes, but now the warriors found themselves without an enemy. Fenn refused to send them out, however, completely preoccupied with consolidating his power among the remaining tribes.

It was then that a nascent Demon Lord approached some of the younger warriors with a proposition. Should the Hellhound tribes become a part of his army, they would gain power, see riches as never before, and would never run out of enemies. The young warriors brought this proposition to Fenn, but at the time he was proud and ambitious, and failed to recognize the dissatisfaction spreading amongst his followers. He refused to fight under someone else’s banner.

Angered by this rejection, the finest warriors under his command gathered in secret, and made the choice to depose him. However, many had seen their leader fight, and none of them thought to be his equal, so they sought the help of the Demon Lord. Amused by their desire to join him, the Lord acquiesced to their request, and granted them a debilitating poison, with the instructions that they should mix it into Fenn’s food, and the condition that, once he was defeated, he was brought to him alive.

The warriors agreed, and poisoned their leader. The following day, the strongest among them issued forth a challenge. Weakened by the poison, Fenn was brought low by the chosen warrior, and brought forth to the Demon Lord.

As punishment for denying him, the Demon Lord sentenced Fenn to fighting for his amusement, and was pitted against various other criminals and dissenters in that realm in an arena built at the Demon Lord’s castle.

Meanwhile, the Hellhound tribes came into the Demon Lord’s service to work as the front lines of his forces.

In time, the Demon Lord fell, defeated by other demons and their own armies, and Fenn managed his escape. He found that, in the time of his imprisonment, the Hellhound tribes had suffered horrible loses and became fractured. With no Demon Lord to battle under, they had turned against each other again, the tribes brought even lower than the depths from which he had lifted them.

Fenn was disgusted by this, and chose to wash his hands off the whole mess. Vengeance meant little at that point. He had learned that the ones who had betrayed him had long since died in battle, and the Demon Lord had his head stuck in a pike clearly visible from the castle’s entrance. Instead, he became the demonic equivalent of a mercenary, uncaring of his employers’ aims as long as he was allowed to fight.

In time, he came into the service of several other Demons and monsters seeking to assert dominion in whatever areas of hell were not under the direct control of Mundus or Sheba. So far, he has managed to outlive all of his masters.



Powers and Abilities:
-Physical strength: Fenn is strong even among others of his kind, capable of lifting beings and objects that far surpass him in size.
-Keen senses: Fenn’s sense of smell and hearing are like those of a predator, able to pick up and distinguish the quietest of noises and of tracking subtle scents when focused.
-Armored skin: The scales that cover a Hellhound’s body are hard as armor, and can easily deflect all but the sharpest of blades. This defense can be circumvented by attacking exposed areas such as articulations or his throat. Crushing weapons tend to have better results in general.
-Fire Manipulation: All Hellhounds are born with the ability to create fire and manipulate it to some extent. When agitated, or when making direct use of this power, Fenn’s fur turns into wreathing, orange flames. As one may surmise, Hellhounds themselves are completely impervious to all but the strongest infernos.
-Devil Trigger: Fire completely envelops Fenn’s body, making it difficult for enemies to approach him. As an expression of a Hellhound’s spirit and power, this cloak also serves to revitalize him, healing wounds and increasing his speed and strength. It also serves as a shield against magical (or otherwise not entirely physical) threats, dampening their effects or blocking them out entirely should they be weak enough.

Style:
Roaring Furnace [Lvl-1]: “Hellhounds are hulking beasts that seem to take their most recognizable traits from wolves and drakes, with large, sturdy arms similar to those of Stalkers, which make their hind legs seem small in comparison. While capable of speech and reasoning, their ability for aggression seems to have been drawn from all three of these monsters, with the non-insignificant addition of being perpetually set aflame. A battle-lust will descend on these beasts when in conflict, leading them to pummel and tear into their pray with no reservations, trusting on their thick hides and hardened scales to mitigate any resistance. As creatures whose station in life is tied to their combat prowess, decisive victories through overwhelming force are often preferred. Whichever the case, few things are as terrifying as having a direwolf-dragon hybrid bearing down on you while on fire.”

[Lvl-2]: “In a manner similar to ectothermic reptiles of the Third Kingdom, Hellhounds have been observed to move and behave sluggishly in colder climates, while displaying enhanced reactions, strength, and even improved healing in hotter climates. The reason for the creatures’ predilection for the volcanic areas of Hell is made obvious due to this fact. However, this choice is made largely due to convenience. Unlike common reptiles, Hellhounds have the ability to generate heat within their bodies at will, and an excited hound will often raise its temperature by hundreds of degrees in the face of a hunt. If there is a difference between the hound who hunts in the cold and the one who hunts in the heat is that the former shall be all the more ravenous due to excess energy consumed. The upper temperature bound tends to vary from individual to individual but there exist those hounds that may bring the heat of their bodies, and thus their natural vigor, beyond that of the hellish landscape they populate.

“Ever enhancing their deadliness, a Hound’s reflexes, strength, and the intensity of their flame continue to grow throughout their life. Relying on animalistic aggression, the haze over the hounds’ minds seems to prevent the use of abilities other than the more innate fire breathing and flame cloaks.”

Flash Fire [Lvl-1]: “Where a Hellhound’s innate ability to control flame are rarely of use against the denizens of their fiery domain, clanless Strays who have left their fiery domain often find practical use for this power. While it may take decades for hounds to master this poorly practiced skill, it often opens new avenues for them to cause mayhem. Hounds seeking to maintain the focus to use these abilities, typically against creatures who proved resistant to their brute strength or capable of piercing their hide, may choose to fight with flames, even going as far as to stand upright and make use of tools and weapons.

“Those who practice with these skills may see their proficiency at handling flames steadily improve, but even among Strays, it is rare for them to put effort into such a pursuit.”

Equipment:
-Fangs and Claws [Lvl-1]: The fangs and claws of a Hellhound. Harder than steel and able to be heated up to ludicrous temperatures.

-Chains[Lvl-1]: The same chains used to imprison him by the Demon Lord. These are attached to manacles on his wrists, and are typically wrapped around his forearms. Made to be resistant to heat and nigh unbreakable, and enchanted to be impossible to remove. The chains were not particularly effective at restraining Fenn (the chains were made for him, but the walls of the dungeon they were attached to were not nearly as sturdy), but they were the clearest symbol of the Demon Lord’s power over him.
[Lvl-2]: Fenn’s control over the chains is such that he can move them solely through will. The chains can be used in their normal state, or woven into simple shapes.
[Lvl-3]: If the chains can move as though of their own volition, any objects fashioned from the metal links may do so as well. Limbs may be fashioned and moved as though they were flesh and blood appendages. Other constructs may be fashioned as well depending on the user’s creativity and ability to deal with the added complexity.

With time, these chains seem to have become just another aspect of the demon, seeming to change lengths at will, able to channel flames as easily as any other part of Fenn’s body, and able to be moved with a precision almost impossible to achieve by a wielder’s hands alone.

These chains have become synonymous with the demon, earning Fenn the moniker “Chained Hound.”

Techniques:

Fangs and Claws:
-Claw [Lvl-1]: He will swipe his claws at the enemy. They can be super-heated for extra damage.
-Hell’s Maw [Lvl-1]: He will bite at his opponent with white-hot teeth.
-Pummel [Lvl-1]: Being hit by one of Fenn’s arms is like being struck with a tree trunk.
-Grapple [Lvl-1]: Fenn is large and strong enough to grab and lift most opponents single handedly. Should he succeed, he will then proceed to throw them, crush them, or use them as impromptu weapons to club other enemies with.
-Tempest Blows [Lvl-1]: A monster among his kind, Fenn’s blows can cause noticeable disturbances in the air around them as the wind rushes to fill the void left behind by his tree-trunk arms. An unwary opponent confident in their ability to evade the beast’s arms may find their organs crushed by a near-miss, and enemies standing at a distance may still find themselves being knocked off their footing by the wind rushing from the hound’s motions.

Chains:
-Sweep [Lvl-1]: Fenn swings his chains in a low, wide arc in front of him, aiming to knock enemies off their feet. This move is best used at a certain range.
-Pull [Lvl-1]: Fenn is able to use his chains as a kind of lasso, wrapping them around opponents and swinging them to bash enemies against walls or, if particularly heavy, simply knock them off balance.
-Scourge [Lvl-1]: He will bring his chain down in wide, overhead swings like a whip. The chains are heavy enough to break bones if struck by them.
-Choke [Lvl-1]: Against beings his size, the chains can be used in close-combat to restrain enemies, choke them by wrapping the chain around their throats, or as leverage to throw them.
-Shield [Lvl-1]: Fenn’s chains can be woven into a circular shield over an arm, which can be used to block attacks or bash opponents over the head.
-Club [Lvl-1]: Fenn’s chains can be woven into a large, cylindrical club that widens slowly widens until it reaches its end. The simple weapon is intended for equally simpleminded brutality.
-Flail [Lvl-1]: The ends of his chains can be wrapped up into large spheres and used as flails. The chains’ links make the surface of the spheres anything but even, capable of delivering crumpling blows that wreak havoc on bone and armor.
-Asura [Lvl-1]: The chains wrap around Fenn’s torso, forming a harness and a pair of arms that protrude over his shoulders, mimicking his real limbs. These arms aid the hound in pummeling and holding down prey.
-Bandersnatch [Lvl-1]: Being able to form moving constructs from the chains affixed to him means Fenn can perform relatively delicate tasks without needing to be near a given target with the use of his chains. That said, the hound is anything but delicate, and may well use this ability launch a facsimile of a hand to grasp and pull targets closer.

Hellfire:
-Fire Breath [Lvl-1]: Fenn is able to breathe out a stream of flames. One can tell when he is preparing to do so as his scars and the space between the scales in his chest will begin to emit an orange glow.
-Fire Ball [Lvl-1]: Flaming spheres that can be formed and lobbed at enemies. Basic fire magic.
[Lvl - 2]: These flaming spheres can be detonated at the whim of the caster, and the blast of the explosion funneled in a specific direction.
-Fire Pillar [Lvl-1]: Placing an arm on the ground, Fenn can direct energy under his opponent until it explodes in a pillar of fire. The ground glowing under one is a simple way of telling this is about to happen.
[Lvl - 2]: Practice and affinity with the element allows the caster to create and maintain multiple pillars of fire at a time. A more potent application of this magic requires Fenn to slam his fist to the earth to cause multiple spouts to erupt at once. Given the forcefulness of the spell, the one visible warning before the firestorm erupts is the winding back of the hound's arm.
-Heat Haze [Lvl-1]: A hellhound’s ability to raise their bodily temperature. Fenn takes advantage of this during encounters to generate an aura of overbearing heat around him. This is visible even from a distance by the haze of the air shimmering around the dog’s black scales. Touching the hound at these temperatures may set the offending limb aflame, and weapons without special protection may quickly become blunted and fragile as the heat of his hide begins to soften the metal.

Theme Song: Cheshire Kitten

Name: Picker/Samantha Kipper
Gender: Female
Age: 358, but who’s counting?
Race: Demon
Appearance: When blending in with humans, Picker takes on the guise of Samantha Kipper, an unassuming woman pushing her forties. Samantha stands at the petite height of 4’11’’ (1.50m), and combined with a modest bust and a thin frame that pushes the limits of what can be considered healthy and an exceedingly pale skin tone, she gives off the delicate appearance of one that tends to stay inside and forget her meals.

She is possessed of back-length, straight, black hair which she parts at the center. Bright gray eyes that brim with curiosity peer from behind a pair of thick, square, black glasses. Her pale features have a hint of mixed European descent, and are often softened by an easy smile.

Her demonic form shares a few themes with her human disguise, but the creature is far too different from humans for one to draw connections without actively looking for them.

Picker shares a similar height to Samantha when standing with her usual posture, but this takes into account a slight forward hunch, and digitigrade legs finishing in reptilian claws that are often kept at a slight bend. While as Samantha she dons pale skin, Picker is covered from head to toe in moss green scales which occasionally darken to form a striped pattern.

While her thin build remains relatively unchanged from her disguise, Picker has four, delicate looking arms rather than the usual two. That said, all end in hands with claw-tipped digits. A long, prehensile tail also sways behind her.

Her smiles come just as easily as in her human disguise, but rather than pearly whites, Picker’s long smiles are threaded with a multitude of needle-like teeth, tending to give any reassuring expression much the opposite effect. Her face is flat, similar in a sense to a human’s, but rather than a full nose, she has two small gashes that work as nostrils. Similarly, her ears are divots at the sides of her head, though these often remain covered. Her eyes, in turn, are larger and rounder than a human’s, consisting of two, completely white spheres with no discernible iris or pupil which seem to glow even in the dark. Perhaps fortunately, her features are typically obscured by a swath of black hair, which retains the length from her disguise, but takes on a drab, slightly frayed appearance. A number of small, horn-like protrusions peek out from between the dark strands, forming a ring around her head in the vague shape of a crown.

The most distinguishable article of clothing she wears is the brown, cloth knapsack she often keeps fastened to her back. She also tends to wear a simple silver ring on her left hand’s middle finger when disguised as a human. Dresses feel too restrictive for her, and often get in the way of her pursuits, so more often than not she will wear plain polo shirts and cloth pants. She is also a fan of lab coats, but she only wears them when she isn’t afraid of drawing funny looks. These clothes change to fit her undisguised form when she changes, even if they tend to look severely out of place on the demon.

Faction: Gilgamesh

Personality: Any who has met Picker can attest to her voracious curiosity, and her—some would say excessive—talkativeness. A self-taught, self-proclaimed scholar and researcher of the realms, rare are the times when a question is not dancing on her lips, or failing that an excuse to make herself scarce when she senses she’s overstayed her welcome. She is ever eager to jot down any new knowledge she comes across in one of her scrolls.

Picker is hardly a fighter, being lighter and weaker than your average human, and where her natural weapons may give her some purchase where she to be accosted by men, the same cannot be said when facing the creatures native to the other realms. Keenly aware of this and cowardly at heart, it still does little to quench her inquisitive nature, often leading to all manner of trouble for the demon.

When asked how she handles her fear, Picker glibly answers that the more she smiles and the more she talks, the less she time she can spend thinking about it. Considering her usual mannerisms, it would not be odd to conclude that Picker must live in a constant state of terror.

Bio: The demon that came to be known as Picker has no recollection of any time she may have spent as an infant. Rather, her memories begin from the single point of her waking one day, confused and alone. With none other to guide her, yet with no place where she belonged, the small demon took to roaming.

Time taught her of the realm she inhabited, of the dangers inherent to its landscape, and the viciousness of its inhabitants. Many a time she fled with her tail between her legs, but rarely without collecting something of note from the experience. A shiny pebble, a leaf. A large insect, a dropped scale. For days she would cling to these baubles, fascinated… at least until the novelty wore off or, if the opportunity presented itself, she could offer them as a token of peace.

It was such encounters that awakened language in her, as though the talent had been forgotten and was merely waiting for the time she would recall it.

In time she began to trade these baubles she collected for others, and for her habit for collecting random objects, she earned herself the name Picker.

Trades like these brought her word of what happened in other corners of Hell. She learned more of the powers that ruled her world, of the vast territories held by those such as the Prince of Darkness, and their bid to extend their control. She also learned of demons who were praised not only for their power, but for their knowledge. The demon Buer served as an inspiration for the inexperienced Picker, and soon she had begun trading her baubles for books and scrolls, rare as those were in a realm of demons. Those she pored over with a voracious appetite.

Soon enough, specific interests arose within her. There were an uncountable number of questions to be asked about the realms, but there were two she had held since the moment of her awakening.

“What am I?” and “Where did I come from?”

Simple questions in and of themselves—she did not dare pursue the ‘why’ of the matter given the lack of concrete answers she expected from such a query—but difficult to answer, given the lack of demons with her appearance and drive. She continued collecting baubles and books, but since then she also armed herself with paper and ink and, she took to studying her fellow inhabitants of Hell as her primary avenue of research.

This research further extended to those of the human realm and Heaven after learning of their existence, until, near 50 years from the present time, she managed to properly cross over to the realm of man.

Little of note happened immediately after that crossing, beyond an increase in the reported sightings of ‘Chupacabras’ in alternating countries in the Americas for a few years afterwards. SInce then, none have seen hide nor hair of the lesser demon, Picker.

However, only a few decades ago an eccentric scholar with unparalleled knowledge about hellish creatures going by the name Samantha Kipper was hired on to Gilgamesh Incorporated as an expert.

[Combat]

Powers and Abilities:
-Invisibility: The main reason for her early successes at staying alive. Picker can vanish from sight on a whim, clothing included, and should the need for it arise, she can extend this to someone else, provided they are near her size. It is unclear if this also masks her presence to Demon sensitive to others’ auras, or if she simply packs too little innate power for her to be sensed. Sound carries through just fine, however, and while practice has made her good at slithering away quietly, creatures with keener ears may not be fooled quite as easily.
-Medicinal knowledge: Anatomical knowledge of hundreds of creatures, as well as of flora of the realms makes her particularly qualified to tend wounds of creatures humanoid or otherwise, and she can always be counted to carry medicinal herbs and salves with her. Poisons and acids as well. Just in case, you understand.
-Language Mastery: With an extraordinary affinity for other tongues, Picker has mastered dozens, perhaps hundreds of languages both alive and dead, to the point where she seems capable of strained communication with some hellish creatures commonly thought to be entirely mindless. She is a capable translator, and has on occasion deciphered old manuscripts and transcribed them into more contemporary contexts.
-Learned Magic: A skill she picked up from her studies. A kind of sorcery that makes use of energy sources outside of the caster, typically to compensate for a caster with small reserves. Often takes the form of rituals and sacrifices which gather power for a given effect. Picker’s particular brand of magic is akin to an enchantment, using rituals and ingredients she has collected in order to give items special properties. These tend to take the form of spatial tricks, such as connected amulets that echo the voice of the wearer on their twin, or small trinkets which, when broken, allow one to transport themselves to the spot they broke at. Or, say, rings which, when worn, alter the appearance of the wearer.

Equipment:
Scholar’s Baggage[LV1]: A brown knapsack that Picker carries at all times. Rather than traveling light, this object is, in fact, enchanted with her magic. It is far larger on the inside, having been turned into an object much like a bag of holding. Remarkably, there is no limit to what it can hold, given that it can fit through the bag’s mouth, and the weight of stored objects has a lessened effect on the weight of the bag itself, making it possible for her to carry heavier burdens than she would normally be capable of bearing. She uses this to store her books, travel supplies, ingredients for her enchantments and, notably, vasts amounts of paper and ink.

Several of her scrolls of parchment and inkpots have been enchanted to make them more resistant to wear and tear, and to move them seemingly telekinetically. While this was done largely for convenience, one would be surprised by how useful floating rolls of parchment and gallons of ink can be when it comes to distracting disgruntled monstrosities. It is unfortunate that without time to make preparations, most enemies can tear their way out in seconds.

Style:
-Blank Sheet[LVL1]:It is essentially what she uses when confronted with something that means her harm. In order to defend herself, she will use the floating parchment she has enchanted to bind others or form protective walls. Sadly, even if enchanted to be made somewhat more durable, parchment is still parchment, and cannot take much abuse before it breaks. Combined with the liberal and sadly wasteful use of ink to blind and disorient hostile creatures, this is a combat style only useful for purchasing breathing room to flee.

Techniques:
-Octopus Coils[LVL1]: Use the parchment from multiple scrolls to bind others. The paper can handle some strain, but will yield rather easily to sharp implements.
-Octopus Gunk[LVL1]: Throwing ink at others from her inkwells. Try to aim for the eyes. Or simply pelt them with the whole bottle.
-Octopus… Turtle[LVL1]: Bar the way with sheets upon sheets of paper. Good for obscuring someone’s view or as a momentary delay.

The weakest but most numerous of Heaven’s standing army. They are often encountered in squads, or as support for more competent warriors.

Appearing more rarely, Second Sphere Angels are powerful and can be dangerous to even those familiar to the three realities. They commonly appear with support from many Third Sphere angels, such as Affinity, but can also appear in pair or threes.

Marionette - former creations of enjoyment corrupted and animated by demonic power. Though quick in short bursts, encountered in groups, and wielders of blades, they are weak. Variation+: Bloody Mari and Scarecrows
Sin - sins are demons dependent on their connection to physical objects. They choose weapons like scissors and scythes as their form, and the illusionary reapers wield them. While able to fly and phase through solid surfaces, they are slow, vulnerable at the mask, and weak. Variation+: Mephistos, which are demonic scorpions that attack with extendable fingers. Variation++: Faust, which are like Mephistos but at greater Fiend level
Sargasso - floating demonic skulls capable of wielding magic, whether to cast spells or explode, but easily destroyed.
Hell Pride - while slow and easily defeated, Prides make up for their weaknesses with numbers. Variation+: Hell Envies, which are formed from green bile. Variation++: Hell Gluttonies, which use blasts of sand, and Hell Lusts, which are the fastest and strongest Hells
Hell Wrath - slow, weak, and tormented, Wraths carry organic sacks that explode violently at the slightest provocation. Variation+: Fleshbursters, which are larger, stronger, and have their bombs built in.
Minion - the dog of hell. Speedy pack hunters that attack with tooth and claw but unimpressive durability. Variation+: Flamecallers, which are made of lava, and Goreclaws, which are poisonous and diseased
The Wicked - human corpses reanimated by demonic energy. They are among the weakest of demonic creatures, and aren’t even controllable by their superiors. Variation+: Undead - humans reanimated by a demonic necromancer, possessed of greater combative and intellectual power. They usually wield weapons.

Hell Sloth - teleporting sand-powered assassins, vicious but slow.
Hell Greed - Strong carriers of urns, which spew forth sand to create Prides, Sloths, and Lusts to fight for it.
Dullahan - the husks of demon knights. Well-armored and nigh-impervious front the front, they charge to skewer and maim, but leave their vulnerable backs open.
Abyss - quick, fearsome, and strong, Abysses use blood as their medium to liquify and teleport. They work together intelligently to take down more formidable foes.
Abyssal Rider - infernal cavalry whose cracked flesh burns with hellfire. They can channel their fire into sorcery or through their horses. Remarkably difficult to defeat without a horse of one’s own.
Phantom Guard - the backbone of the legion of hell, these hideous soldiers come equipped with all varieties of weapons and armor
Hideous, Craver of Hatred - They constantly scuttle in groups, searching for unfortunate prey who have lost their way. Hideous often appear in groups in the human world as well, but displaying no cooperation and movement. For them, there is only scrambling for prey in a mad dash. Yet, Hideous possess a very strong intelligence, able to forge various weapons and rarely challenging enemies that appear in larger numbers than their own.
Hatred, Holder of Enmity - A Hideous that has been forced into starvation and has resorted to devouring its siblings to survive. Building enough power to stand alone in a fight, Hatred's anger and unspeakable rage still claim complete control of the Hideous around him, who tremble in his presence.
Malicious, Gazer of Death - A master occultist of Inferno who is the embodiment of malice. He is a shaman of hell who finds his greatest delight in deceiving and betraying others, trapping them in regret and hopelessness. It is capable of powering up the enemies that surround it, and never appears in battle alone. Malicious can attack by swiping with its feathery arms and conjuring a portal on the floor to ensnare.

Hell Vanguard - slender demons that teleport themselves and allies around with magic circles and to the clamor of deathly bells. Their enchanted scythes drain life from their victims.
Blitz - elite demons who surround themselves in lightning to electrocute and teleport. Though powerful foes, they are blind, and sometimes mistakenly attack other demons.
Shadowcaster - snake demons that float in the air to rain down vile fire on their foes. Though extremely evasive, they are not as durable or destructive in melee combat as other Devils.
Gholen - massive and durable demons whose hands erupt with fire. Along with scorching flames, they attack with brute strength and concussive shockwaves. Gholens shake off blows that would fell trees, and crush skulls as if they were clay. Variation+: Earthcrackers, whose entire bodies are made of ultra-dense magmatic rock.
Jailer - hulking, repulsive creatures. Hanging from this shroud of decayed flesh are cages where the souls of those killed by the Jailer remain trapped. Though formidable, the controlling corpse at the heart can be pulled out and killed to slay the whole. Variation: Tormentor, harder to kill but easier to evade.
Wraith - seductive specters and devourers of life force. They wait to strike until an opportunity presents itself, and gouge out great injury when doing so.
Lich - Resembling a cloaked spirit carrying an urn, Liches are capable of summoning spectral skeletons referred to as The Host to defend themselves. They can also use their urn as a melee weapon in combat. Not extremely powerful combatants by themselves.
Phantom General - elite demonic commanders of the Phantom Guards, and the more sentient demon soldiers of hell as a whole. They are highly skilled with weapons, heavily armored, and seldom encountered without reinforcements.
Mictlantecuhtli, Presser of Destruction - A gigantic bat that lurks in one of the darkest and deepest of Inferno's endless caves. It is said to leave trails of the plague wherever it goes. Using speed and disease it slashes with its wings or curls into a vicious drill.
Pain, Driver of Agony - A powerful tank that would trample Angels with bloodstained iron wheels and drag them into a world of nightmares during wars with Paradiso. According to Vigrid legend, Pain's wheels were used for torture, until becoming sentient themselves and reincarnating in Inferno. Like his name, Pain is said to feed on the subconscious feelings of injury and hurt and one's soul and will appear anywhere people misguidedly attack each other in an effort to obscure their own sense of loss and loneliness.
Pride, Enveloper of Flame - A fallen angel from Paradiso who once served God as a blazing chariot. Bearing the name Pride, those who summon him trade their ears and eyes for power and pleasure. However, those who call him forth must be careful with his powerful: he controls his reins, not the one who summoned him. And once the flames of the chariot have been ignited, they cannot be extinguished. Not even by Pride himself.
Greed, Confuser of Elements - An abnormal creature possessing three necks, six legs, and nine stomachs. Though they are constantly hungry, they are unable to send the waste left behind from their constant gluttony. Those who are devoured by Greed are destined to be trapped for eternity, forever cut off from the cycle of death and rebirth. They attack with fearsome strength and speed, and command the powers of ice and fire.
Resentment, Swindler of Progress - Resentment, born from the sludge of Inferno, is an exact manifestation of bitter, repressed emotions inside humanity. Once it has chosen a victim, it will follow them forever, no matter the distance, until it can tie them down and make them feel the weight of the pains of hell. Aside from having a proficiency constriction and melee combat, Resentments can revert enemies to younger forms.
Sloth, Embracer of Extremes - A demon who lies in wait for pious believers to be granted entrace to Paradiso so he can slice them apart and cast them to Inferno during their ascencion. The six swords sheathed in his back represent gluttony, profanity, doubt, idiocy, rage and arrogance. Each blade awakens feelings in victims of its respective sin when cut. They attack with a bizarre but deadly six-sword style.

Fallen - angels tempted by hell and transformed by their evil into brutally strong, twisted monstrosities. Possessed of both a raging bloodlust and a rather reminiscent drive for punishment, they hunt down their targets and rip them to shreds in a seething rage for what they have lost.
Trauma - The Trauma are huge Demons, powerful enough to lift a bus. Their brutality is fearsome to behold. They are heavy assault demons, and can serve as walking battering rams to annihilate entire cities given enough time.
Suffering - repulsive four-armed abominations with frightening strength and agility. These monsters feed on the many corpses and mutate them into swarms of undead which they are capable of controlling with their roars.
The Noss - gigantic and immensely powerful Abyssal Creatures. Standing at several stories high, it supplements its momentous stomps and swipes with sonic blasts and ear-shattering screeches that call forth swarms of demonic wasps from their nests within it to sting its foes.
Gomorrah, Devourer of the Devine - a territorial and solitary monstrosity in the form of a vicious dragon. Thought to be the twisted souls of ancient kings who abused their citizens, Gomorrahs deliver pulverizing bites or throw their substantial weight onto their prey.
Scolopendra, Eradicator of Paradise - A vile centipede hailing from Frejentonta, a river of boiling blood in the depths of Inferno, rumors speak of it's body exceeding ten kilometers in length.
Moving unlike anything its size, its deftness allows it to wrap around and constrict its prey in the blink of an eye.
Phantasmaraneae, Twister of Flame - Enormous, incredibly rare spider demons found in hell's seas of magma. In addition to calling forth unquenchable fire, they spin webs and hatch broodlings with infamous speed.
Labolas, Destroyer of Fates - A beloved pet dog who had the bad luck to wander into hell, but the good luck and survival instincts to get through its harsh environment and grow into a force to be reckoned with. With the superb hunting abilities, it has even become known to some as a merciless butcher.
Baal, Empress of the Fathoms - Baal's enormous, wobbly body is too heavy for her to control, giving her a disadvantage in the heat of battle; however she possesses an endlessly extending tongue that can reach the far ends of the battlefield and swallow up opponents within an instant.

Hekatoncheir, Shatterer of Earth - A giant endowed with six fearsome arms capable of pulverizing mountains. Out of the infernal plane, only its arms appear. Lacking knowledge, but brimming with brutality, it is said that even the most powerful of conjurers should take heed of the danger this beast presents.
Hydra, Spinner of Destiny - A once beautiful maiden who was banished to hell for the sins of her younger sister and mutilated into a snakelike monster with seven heads. Her human heart has long since been lost, and she viciously attacks anything she deems an enemy. Those trapped by her seven heads must suffer slow, painful deaths. Out of her many heads, only one is real; slicing off any of the others will not amount to much more than a scratch.
Insidious, Consumer of All - a giant manta ray-like monstrosity with a skull motif and a large eye on each of its 'wings'. Due to having a role as a demonic carrier and destructive force, it could be considered the Infernal counterpart of Kinship and Worship. It sails though the air with tremendous speed and powers and can perform numerous attacks. A myriad's of hell's creatures live within his guts, making him useful as an assault set during wars with Paradiso. If swallowed by Insidious, the only way to escape is to stand atop a tower of corpses and wait for him to open his jaw while he engorges with his next feeding.

Phantom – a public face of Gilgamesh and one of its most-feared combatants. Styling herself after a vengeful spirit, she employs top-of-the-line cybernetic augmentations to fight faster and stronger than any human, to move in ways unimagined, and to vanish without a trace.
Yousai – not much is known about this hulking metal monster. It only seems to appear on the battlefield, an impregnable fortress of titanium armed with twin mortars and a sniper rifle better classified as a railgun. Rumor tells, however, of an old Japanese soldier and his young granddaughter who pilot the immense mech together, one as pilot and the other as gunner. The same rumors tell that both are skilled warriors in their own right, and that if some unnamable abomination were to crack this walking fortress, its achievement would be only the beginning of the battle.
Durandal – one of Gilgamesh’s heroes, though at first glance he doesn’t seem the part. As a teenager, he was abducted by a sadistic demon corrupter that attempted to make him into a weapon. The demon succeeded only enough to make blades sprout from his skin, for those very blades proved his end. He found refuge at Gilgamesh, and for exceptional courage during an important mission was given the soul of the horned demon Umbrage, Venter of Frustration, forged into the shape of a massive lance. Wielding its inimitable penetrating power in addition to his own strength, Durandal labors to reduce anything that stands in the way of humanity’s ascension to a eviscerated pulp.

Name: Hyobanshi Souta
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Race: Human

Appearance: Don’t feel bad for looking at Souta and not expecting much from him—it’s a judgment many have made, and not all of them in error. 6’0” flat and with a stocky built, he has on his rather ovular head short, spiky hair with roots that have started graying way prematurely. A practically-indelible black stubble lines his jaw, though it projects into a short, pointy, downward tuft on his chin. His eyes are a deep green, a color he has embraced in his choice of clothing. Souta wears a pine-green, somewhat high-quality hoodie with voluminous lower sleeves. Beneath the hoodie is a white muscle-shirt whose tightness reveals Souta’s unexpected fitness. He wears baggy black pants with attached suspenders, though the suspenders hang down next to his knees. Dark green shoes complete the ensemble.

Faction: Regalia Arms (heir)

Personality: Best defined by his quietly independent nature, Souta is someone who looks after himself and his passions with a hidden intensity. He’s social but not talkative, unless his temper flares, as it does fairly frequently. When his anger’s aroused, he can be unpleasant and even thuggish. While generally lazy, which certainly hasn’t impressed his father, he’s able to call forth a manic drive at times to get things done. No great shakes when it comes to sudden genius, he is nevertheless capable of exhibiting a noteworthy intelligence, as shown by his double-major in business –at his father’s insistence- and design. Cool things in games and movies are what really gets Souta hyped, and he takes pride in his knowledge of vehicles, weaponry, armor, and combat—even if he himself is not the pinnacle of skill in any of those areas.

Bio: As much as his sister Otsune embodies the perfect child and prodigy that his father so desired, Souta did not. He despised things like hierarchy, calculations, investments, transactions, and ultimately order from his early teenage years. His father Daisuke, soon discovering that he would not coax a legacy out of his surly son, extended what compassion he in his disappointment could and allowed Souta do go his own way with one exception: even if he hated it, Souta would have to major in business in college. The knowledge, Daisuke said, would do him good, especially if he ever decided to put a hold on less than academic passions and pursue a real job. Deciding this would be an acceptable if loathsome sacrifice for comfortable allowance, Souta indulged in gaming and design, developing an appreciation for and fascination with style, be it in clothing or in weapons.

Ultimately, this passion led him full circle and back again to his father’s company, Regalia Arms. As a young adult he rediscovered his family’s business, not as a leader, but as a low-level concepter and tester. He despised the limelight and special favors, choosing instead to play the role of an independent worker. After participating in the creation of hundreds of special weapons and garbs to suit the supernatural needs of customers around the world, Souta was inspired by both his work and the courage of his sister, not just in overcoming her sickness, but in becoming a legendary fighter for humanity, to begin his own fight. While always down for a scrap when the mood suited him, Souta could not have anticipated that his own campaign for the sake of humanity, starting with the creation of four unique Devil Arms to call his own and the fabrication of an empowered outfit, would lead him to such a bizarre and dangerous world.



Powers and Abilities:

Rising Tide - all-around improvement facilitated by flowing water

Style:

Walking Armory [Lvl 1]: Escre, Trawler, Silverbist, Maelstrom

Equipment:

Escre [Lvl 1] - warhammer that can be used to summon split-second skeletons
Trawler [Lvl 1] - extendable fishhooks on chains useful for quick, long-range attacks
Silverbeast [Lvl 1] - steel claw gauntlets with a life of their own. Enhances movement
Maelstrom [Lvl 1] - stylized single-shot shotgun that shoots fused blue fire
Mountain Buster [Lvl 1] - brutal pile bunker pickaxe that delivers mighty blows

Techniques:
Escre
Jolly Roger – the conference of Escre to one of the skeletons summoned by it gives the skeleton greater duration, resilience, power, and ability to operate on its own. Calling ‘Roger!’ summons a skeleton to take the hammer from his back or his hand, automatically empowering it.
Squall - a powerful and near-instant lunging thrust with the spike on the warhammer’s tip. It stirs the weapon, which releases a moaning sound
Boarding Party - Souta reels back before hurling Escre full-force at single opponent. Two skeletons appear right next to him, pick him, up, and toss him in the same direction, and Souta lands with a ground pound before picking Escre back up.

Trawler
Anchor - by throwing both hooks at a distant enemy, Souta grabs it and drags it toward him, lining them up for a free followup attack.
Tackle - lunging forward, Souta hooks the enemy with both hooks and kicks them away. The chains tighten and cause the foe to halt and fall to the ground at a range ideal for Trawler.
Line and Sinker - Trawler wraps around an enemy completely, binding it, and Souta whips the bound foe around, using it as a weapon to bludgeon others.

Silverbeast
Squall – a powerful and near-instant double slash attack that carries the user forward. It stirs the weapon, which releases a snarling sound
Vortex - slashing furiously, Souta rises into the air, carring the foe and any nearby with him
Riptide - a double overhead slash that sends Souta and his enemies to the ground.

Maelstrom
Deluge – firing Maelstrom into the air and releasing it creates a shower of fused blue fire that rains down on any enemies below.
Splash - jumping, Maelstrom is fired straight down, creation an explosion of blue fire that launches him up and enemies away, making space for him to do some damage.

Mountain Buster
Jackhammer - an overhead swing pounds the pile bunker's tip into the target, creating an explosion that pushes the weapon back in recoil. However, the mechanism resetting mid-recoil starts it moving forward again, allowing Souta to keep pounding as long as he has the stamina.
Tremor - smashing the weapon's head into the ground hard enough to embed it and then using the pile bunker repeatedly is an effective way to shake the earth, causing destruction in a radius
Upheaval - good timing of a blast at the end of a swing can rocket Souta and his weapon upward, spinning overhead like a wheel of death, to strike multiple times while airborne and end with a great slam

Name: Hyobanshi Otsune
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Race: Cyborg

Appearance: Even to those familiar with unusual-looking people, Otsune is intriguing. She is rather short, standing at only 5’1” with her everyday augmentations in, and is naturally both slender of body and pale of complexion. Her pitch-black silky hair falls in waves to the small of her back, and aside from a rather pointy nose her features are smooth. Rather than arms and lower legs, she sports cybernetic replacements that come in two varieties. In everyday circumstances, she can be seen sporting her white ‘Skeleton’ augmentations, which are about the same size as normal limbs but feature hollowed-out centers. They go well with the flawless white dresses and blouses she commonly wears. In action scenarios, however, Otsune is equipped with her ‘Revenant’ augmentations, which are black, larger, thicker, stronger, and made for war. Whenever she’s in public, Otsune also wears a headband with a contoured electronic patch on the front, which displays an orange lotus flower light-up design.

Faction: Gilgamesh Incorporated (#2 to CEO)

Personality: Oddly enough for her nature as a cyborg, which allows her to be terrifying in combat, Otsune practically embodies the ideal secretary in personality. She is cordial and highly courteous, talkative without being annoying, and extremely clever. However, she is also very serious about her job and the cause it stands for, and despite all her niceties will not hesitate to engage in combat at a moment’s notice if she, her company, or anyone she cares about comes under threat. Ostune keeps a cool head in stressful situations, often reacting to the bizarre occurrences in a threefold world with dull surprise. However, her calm and controlled persona can be broken by extreme circumstances, and when broken Otsune breaks hard. She is not tolerant of fools, but doesn’t typically hesitate to extend her criticism to others at times, either. She does, however, love cute animals.

Bio: For over 25 years, the Japanese company Regalia Arms operated in secret. Though a great many across the world believed in them, not many humans were aware of the existence of heaven and hell, but those who did –unless they lived under rocks- could all attest to the quality and necessity of the devil arms produced by Regalia. Only recently, under the direction of (CEO), did it become as well-known to ordinary people as to those lucid to the three realities. Having manufactured and sold weapons crafted from the souls of slain demons, as well as weapons empowered by the dying blessing of angels, for so long, Regalia began producing water-down versions of their tech for use the world over, naturally implementing a magical ammunition only purchasable at Regalia. Business boomed, but not all was well for its CEO, Hyobanshi Daisuke.

His eldest child, a daughter and the apple of his eye, had been growing steadily sicker as his business had been growing healthier. More and more, Daisuke found himself torn away from his work to rush to the hospital or pay a visit to a store, all in the hopes of making his child feel better. From the beginning she’d always been a serious, brilliant, and quiet girl, and she’d always endeavored and succeeded to make her no-nonsense father proud, but after being diagnosed with cancer in her 19th year she’d gradually grown as serious and quiet as a corpse. With bitter tears Daisuke had vowed to use his company to find a way to save her; neither heaven nor hell could have any claim to her until Otsune decided that her time had come. Finally, on his daughter’s twenty-first birthday, salvation came in the form of Regalia Arms’ partner, Gilgamesh Incorporated.

A treatment of medicine reverse-engineered from the angels concentrated the malignant cells into Otsune’s arms and legs, and from there Daisuke ordered that his daughter be subjected to a standard cybernetic augmentation procedure. Otsune’s arms and legs were amputated and replaced with the finest Gilgamesh tech its CEO could aquire. When she awoke, Otsune found that she could walk again, and wept in joy. In fact, she could do so much more. Determined to repay Gilgamesh for saving her, Otsune joined the company and quickly rose to the rank of #2 as the epitome of human compassion, and cybernetic achievement, though her deathly look never quite abandoned her. With this choice, Otsune left behind her kid brother, Souta, who followed a path of his own.




Powers and Abilities:

Revenant Augmentation - massively increased strength, speed, durability
Burabura Boost - rocket-propelled bursts of movement in any direction
Phantom Powder - clouds of released particles distort light to make Otsune near-invisible

Style:

Yokai [Lvl 1]: brutal all-out offense that employs stealth, strength, and speed
+[Lvl 2]: Otsune gains unpredictable mix-up options, with faster cloaking time, greater speed while cloaked, and grappling ability
Futakuchi-onna [Lvl 1]: backward-facing style used for control and multiple hits
+[Lvl 2]: Otsune’s arms and legs extend for greater range; the Free Blade System is improved

Equipment:

Helix Launcher [Lvl 1]: three-missile pods attached beneath the upper arm
Free Blade System [Lvl 1]: array of six floating cleavers to be cast or combined

Techniques:
Burabura Boost – any number of the mobile rockets situated throughout the armor system fire, propelling Otsune in any direction. It enables her to perform Rocket Techniques, which include: clothesline, lunging grab, straight lunge, rocket roundhouse, rocket sidekick, flash kick, and Dead Lift
Dead Rising – a rocket-propelled uppercut. The pain can be continued by following up with a missile salvo.
Oni - boosters active, Otsune rolls into a protective ball and flies forward with great force.

Free Blade System
Onna Getcha – the Free Blade System forms the cleavers into the shape of a fanged mouth that lunges out to deliver a vicious bite
Kyodai-Na – the Free Blade System assembles all of the cleavers into a single, giant cleaver to deliver huge, brutal strikes
Tengu - with the Free Blade System assembled into wings, Otsune performs a series of flips, striking with each in turn
Rokuro-kubi - all of the cleavers overlap, then extend all at once in a telescoping fashion, goring straight through enemies in a line.

Name: Sargon Bel
Gender: Male
Age: 49

Race: Human

Appearance: Sargon combines propriety with straightforward simplicity to create a look both functional and stylish. His skin is very dark and his hair close-shaven enough to give the appearance of baldness; a large nose and piercing blue eyes -achieved through the use of colored contact lenses, without which he can barely see- distinguish his face. Sargon is very fit for his age, and he wears a slate blue suit unbuttoned along with a white undershirt, striped tie, and thick-soled black shoes.

Faction: Humanity (Gilgamesh CEO)

Personality: Sargon is intelligent, proud, and dedicated. He believes in the fundamental goodness of humanity and the fundamental necessity of freedom, and to that end has made it his cause to empower humanity against heaven and hell. His ultimate goal, which has become the mission of Gilgamesh Inc, is to make humanity an authority the equal of heaven and hell. On a personal note, Sargon is an inspiring leader, skilled in connecting with his fellow man. His charisma is second only to his perseverance.



Powers and Abilities:
-none-

Style:
Bullet Art [Lvl 2]: The Impunity Drive makes Sargon the ruler of projectiles. He can stop, slow down, speed up, spin, curve, and control the ricochet of bullets. In addition, he can deflect and divert energy-pased projectiles, be they technological or magical.

Equipment:

Miracle Maker [Lvl 2] - a magnum pistol with incredible properties
Impunity Drive [Lvl 2] - a half-magnetic, half-magical projectile manipulator

Techniques:
Miracle Maker
Kick Six - Sargon unloads all six shots in quick succession, and they all home in on a single target to keep it juggled
Flea Flicker - After aim is taken, a single shot is unleashed that travels at incredible speed and recoils off all solid surfaces, including other bullets, in an area.
Zone Blitz - A number of bullets are positoned above a certain area. An enemy that moves beneath them triggers the bullets to rain down and rip through.
Split End - Sargon fires four bullets, each one hanging in the air until the others are right beside it. It then shoots forward, and when near a target, explodes like a shotgun blast.
Crackback Block - The floating bullets zoom into action, whirling around Sargon in a defensive tornado
Blowout - An empowered, charged shot that shreds armor
End Zone - All of Sargons floating bullets move to occupy an area of his choice. They lie in wait until an enemy is in the center of the area, at which point the zone activates. Whenever the enemy moves within a bullet’s path, that bullet fires. End Zone is a deathtrap.

Name: Gomory
Gender: Female
Age: ???

Race: Demon

Appearance: To ordinary people, Gomory appears as a voluptuous human female of Chinese heritage. She wears a revealing pink cheongsam and yellow sash in a ceremonious manner, as well as sandals and a pin in her long brown hair. A golden necklace with a pink gem inladen hangs around her neck. Prominent eyeshadow and lipstick feature upon her face, though it never hosts a smile. Gomory gives the impression of an austere, untouchable beauty. However, when the gig is up parts of Gomory’s true form appears. She sprouts purplish-gray horns and her right arm adopts the same consistency, with enhanced musculature and fearsome claws.

Faction: Hell (Talent Seeker and Warrior)

Personality: For a demon, and one possessed of such exquisite physical beauty, Gomory is rather restrained. She is capable of incredible violence, of course, but she prefers to heighten the impact of such moments by keeping them few and far between. If the legions of hell are a blunt instrument, Gomory is a scalpel. Despite her generally cold and unfriendly demeanor, which are byproducts of a serious nature, she is exceptionally talented at pretending at emotions in order to manipulate. This, combined with her nose for suffering, anger, and so forth, make her an ideal talent seeker and recruiter for hell. Her overriding motive is dedication to Mundus and his goals, not out of personal adoration or sycophantic inclination, but as her duty. While possessed of intense pride in her faction, she is not proud herself, and rather self-effacing if anything.



Powers and Abilities:

Devil Trigger - Gomory unleashes the true demon of corruption within, and unsheathes her blade.

Style:
Moonlight Dance [Lvl 2]: with her blade, Gomory can manifest and manipulate shadowy lightwaves to attack from range or across great areas. Additionally, this light can explode from her body, and blind her enemies
Cherry Blossom Dance [Lvl 2]: cherry blossom petals fill the air as gravity forgets about Gomory. She has complete aerial domination with this style active, able to spin and slash hard a hurricane of petals and twist as fast.

Equipment:

Jiaolong [Lvl 2] - a Chinese Tai Chi sword functionally similar to a katana, and a magic catalyst

Techniques:
Jiaolong
Decoupage - a lightning-fast flurry of blows with the sheathed Jiaolong that juggles the enemy
Crosshatching - Gomory lunges forward while spinning, executing first an upward left diagonal attack followed by a rotating downward left diagonal attack.
Marbling - a slam of the sheathed blade against the ground that quakes the ground and emits blasts of ink from the cracks
Pointalism - a series of quick stabs with the sheathed blade that launch arrows of paint as projectiles
Surrealism - after a moment, a pillar of paint appears beneath enemies, launching them upward after hurting them.
Abstractism - the sheathed blade channels a great quantity of paint that emerged in a giant glob. When Gomory wills it, this glob explodes outward into a myriad of shapes and spikes, hardening quickly.

Devil Trigger
Minimalism - after a brief wind up, Gomory performs a single, unremarkable slash with Jiaolong, which more often than note eviscerates the target in a single hit
Illusionism - Gomory crafts doppelgangers of herself out of corruption that attack on their own and explode upon death
Fauvism - corruption surges through Gomory’s left arm as she reaches out to grab. Once she’s caught a living thing, the demonic corruption surges in, and the victim is transformed into a demon. Stronger souls take longer to transform.

Name: Malvvosia, Thrasher of False Kings
Gender: Female
Age: 6000
Race: Demon
Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=d-KxsdWX9xE



Faction: Serves own interests, but those interests involve defending the seal at all costs.







Extra:

She often refers to angels as “Dogs of Heaven” or “Holiest Beasts”