Name: Alexander the 4th Smith

Age: 25

Nationality:
England

Base of Operations:
North America

Bio:
Alexander was destined for military service before he was even born into the world, the first and only son of family lineage of soldiers dating generations. His father drilled into him the military way of life so when he joined the military instead of going to college, he barely noticed a change. The first time he felt the weight of his sniper rifle during training is a memory forever burned into his skull, the heavy metal chassis, the resistance of the trigger, the pain from the knock back as the first shot shook his body, and the sight as the target dummy's head exploded. He could remember the smile on his face as he knew he had realized his dream of joining the SAS, all those years of harsh training and missions had made him one of the youngest members to join it. Or so he had thought. His time with his new unit was relatively short on going on a few missions before a unknown party became interest in his unit. They were told the man was there looking for the best we had to join a black ops group he wouldn't name. There were some who were naturally wary about all the secrecy but Alexander wanted to showcase what he could do. Again he cold remember it so clearly, the piercing brown eyes staring downrange with not a dip in his posture from the man, his heart racing faster than it ever has, and the instructor ordering him to fire as targeted moved across the field. One by one Alexander took them down not missing once despite a strong westward wind. His body remained locked in his firing position as he heard the faintest whisper "I'll be taking him off your hands if you don't mind, not that it matters if you do.". That is when he was told of XCOM, the organization funded by the countries of the world to protect Earth against an unknown enemy. It didn't take a lot of convincing before Alexander had accepted the invitation determined to push his limits even further. He became faster, quicker, and stronger thanks to the training XCOM gave him and found himself able to switch targets faster than he ever could beating his own record. He was immediately transferred to XCOM's North American HQ who and assigned to the squad 'Steel Tigers' which he struggled to get along with being used to being the best in his team. His first alien kill came during a covert opeartion in Vancouver, a report had come in that suggested 'thin-men' were holding a important french dignitary hostage along with the mysterious cell known as EXALT. What surprised him is the feeling of calm he felt as he saw ERT members with burning holes in them, a part of his training he supposed. If it hadn't been for the UFO, the mission would have went smoothly but one of the first rules they teach you at XCOM is nothing ever goes according to plan. He hadn't known the major very well but his death impacted the whole team yet no one broke because of it. He couldn't believe the woman the UFO captured had survived the crash. The war had just begun.


Class: Sniper

Squad: Steel Tigers

Rank: Corporal

Utility Skills/Strengths:
Dead-eye - Able to hit his target with the first shot
Expert in infiltration
Fast Reactions

Personal Skills:
Calm - Remains cool under pressure
Sharp - Quickly notices something out of place.

Weaknesses:
Lone wolf - Prefers to be left alone and takes longer to bond with squad-mates.
Poor Leadership skills - Unable to handle the pressure of command and leading others

Rath Off-Duty

Age: 25

Height: 6'4" / Weight: 204 lbs / Gender: Male

Nationality: Polish

Branch of Service: Soviet Army - 211 Batal'on Zhar

Rank: 2ndLt

Experience: Veteran

TSF: Su-27SM

TSF Role: Storm Vanguard

TSF Loadout:
A-97 Assault Cannon (4x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines)
Spike Vanes/Blade Vanes
2 X Arm Blade Motors

Personality: Rath is never one to miss an opportunity to tell a good joke or two..or three. He is the first one to try and cheer someone up if they are sad, no matter what their relation is to him. Rath is often described as light-hearted, care-free, and easy-going by his comrades. He is very adamant about not getting hung up about sentimental things, rather focusing on the present and moving forward. Anytime he suffers a tragedy he uses humor to mask how upset he actually is and would rather pretend something doesn't bother him than face it. Every once in awhile Rath will go to a secluded room or area and let loose a scream of anguish and anger, that he will not let anyone to see. It is incredibly important to Rath that everyone see him as the bright, cheerful guy he makes himself out to be and is. When two fellow soldiers have physical quarrel, he is the first one to step in whether to break it up with words or by force.

History: Born without a father a day after the fall of Poland, Rath was raised solely by his mother without much knowledge of his dad or homeland. His entire early childhood, Rath's mother would never truly smile and always held a solemn look in her features. This caused Rath a lot of distress until one day he walked into the kitchen after a rainy day and said "Mama, birdie won't fly!" with tears in his eyes, he held a frog. The smile and few seconds of laughter he saw from her were like the prettiest gems in the world, he had made her smile. From then on Rath would try everyday to accomplish the same feat, succeeding some days but also falling short on others. That was when he decided his mission was to bring back smiles and laughter not just to his mother, but to everyone in the world.

When he was only twelve years old he was 'conscripted' by the Soviet Union officials, tearing him away from his mother and the only person he had in the whole world. The last gift he received from his mother was a small stack of photos of both his father and various pictures of Poland before it fell. During his training, He realized that before the whole world could smile and laugh again...the BETA would need to be eliminated. This realization gave into conviction and he saw past his situation to the goal ahead and always gave it his all keeping his humor alive through it all. Of course Rath's eagerness to become better and stronger did not sit well with the other kids abducted by the Soviets, and was often ridiculed, but by the end of their training he was friends with most of them.

He got his first taste of real-combat when his Battalion helped the Soviets drive back BETA that were targeting the Milkovsky District. This battle codified his dream in his mind, the reason why he would continue to fight until every last BETA was killed on Earth and beyond. The conflicts leading up to the defenese of the soviet base ц-04 would only strengthen his skills as an front-line aggressor and hone his piloting ability. It was after the defense of ц-04 that he screamed in anger and loss for the first time. The losses they endured only for the Soviet Union to stab them in the back? That day the naive veil that was over his eyes lifted. It was hardly a year after that Rath went through what can only be described as hell. Operation Ouka. Rath by then had some experience under his belt but nothing could prepare him for the losses his battalion endured fighting the Laser-Fort class BETA. Rath was no longer fighting for victory, he was fighting for his own survival. During the final attack run on the Laser-Fort Class he prepared himself for death and suddenly he understood the sacrifice his father made all those years ago. Rath managed to dodge one of the stingers and prevented himself from getting impaled however his TSF was badly damaged after the stinger destroyed its one leg and both of his thrusters. He never got to see the massive BETA fall as he carefully made his way back to allied forces, the entire experience would haunt his dreams for the next two years.

The Soviet Union were eager to send Rath as part of their contribution to the multi-national battalion "The Grey Wolves" after a few.....'disagreements' between him and a senior officer. Rath was happy for the transfer excited to meet pilots from around the world. Despite the loss and tragedy, the one thing Rath has been able to hang onto is his humor...and those photos.

Extra:
-After Operation Ouka, Rath took up smoking to calm his nerves and swears that smoking stops him from having nightmares when he sleeps. He carries with him a beautifully carved metal lighter that he refuses to answer where he got it.

-Before every mission, Rath selects two of the photos his mother gave him and puts them in his TSF.

-Unknown to almost everyone he has ever met, Rath has an insatiable sweet tooth which he desperately tries to hide.

-Old School

Appearance:

Name: Haley Anders / Age: 19

Height: 5' 7" / Weight: 64.8 Kg (145 Lbs) / Gender: Female

Nationality: American

Branch of Service: United States Army - 117th Tactical Armored Battalion

Rank: 2ndLt

Experience: Recruit

TSF: F-15E Strike Eagle

TSF Loadout:
4x 36mm/120mm AMWS-21 Combat System (8x36mm and 2x120mm Magazines)
2x CIWS-1B Close Combat Knife

TSF Role: Gun Sweeper

Personality: Haley is very confident in her abilities and is not afraid to let others know that, often coming off as cocky and full of herself. She is adamant that no one else can out-shoot her and claims her handling of her TSF as better than everyone else. Those who operate more close-quarters TSFs are often looked down by her. National pride is evident in her superior attitude towards those whose country has fallen to the BETA.

Her humor is often made at the expense of someone else, often high-lighting their faults. Halely has a highly-competitive nature and will never back down from a challenge. Blame is not something she easily accepts and will often put the blame on others instead. Trust is almost a foreign concept to Haley and prefers to keep her distance.

History: Haley was born the youngest of four children to a wealthy family in the North-Eastern United States. The eldest son, Dominic, was someone she always looked up to her entire childhood for his kindness and bravery. This admiration only increased when Dominic joined the United States Marines as a TSF pilot to protect the world from aleins. Dominic was her hero in every aspect of life and there was nothing he couldn't do in her mind, she wanted to be the best just like him. Her other siblings, two twins named Julia and Noah, were more interested in books but Haley would often convince them to play "TSF vs. BETa" with her.

Haley enjoyed a comfortable upbringing always seeking to be the center of attention and only being humble when in comparison to her older brother. Her family's status though did mean that they expected nothing but the best from Haley as well, as her twin siblings were quickly showing great potential in the sciences. The twins would later be hired by Boening to develop and refine TSFs, working as an inseparable pair. When she was finally old enough, she signed up to begin training to pilot a TSF just like her hero. Whether it was sports or her grades, no one in her class could match her ferocity or skill. There were a few who thought that she was just some loud-mouth hot-shot but by the end of her training, she stood high above the rest.

Before she could properly finish her training and become an enlisted TSF pilot, a letter was given her during one of her classes. Dominic Anders, the person she held dearest to her, was declared killed in action. His unit, the VMF-318 Black Knives, were wiped out, except for a single survivor, defending the JFK Naval Garrison Base against a BETA attack. The lost of her greatest role model shattered her spirit for several days before she began to piece it back together. After it had recovered, She found herself determined more than ever to be an incredible TSF pilot and one day the best in the world.

Haley signed on with the 117th Tactical Armored Battalion after graduating at the top of her class, coming out as the best marksman of her peers. The 117th were deployed as an expeditionary force to fight alongside UN/EU armies beginning in early 2004. There is no battle of note that occurred in between her short service with the 117th and her transfer to the 231st, only a pristine record of combat excellence and a few mentions of her 'aggressive' personality. When told Haley had passed her "8 minutes" by one of the senior team members, she simply replied "It is only to be expected.". While Haley shows a great deal of potential as a Gun Sweeper, she lacks experience and has yet to encounter a serious engagement with the BETA that put her in great danger.

Extra:
-Sleeps with a model of an F-18E Super Hornet, her most prized possession. The initials D.A. are etched into the body.
-Can't handle her alcohol very well and makes her incredibly emotional
-Has no issues insulting her own team but god forbid an outsider do it

Name: Arton Yule

Age: 22


Species: Draeni - These humanoids possess an increased resilience to pain, able to withstand blows that most could not. Their bodies can withstand extreme temperatures and possess a naturally high body heat, but this requires them to eat much more than average. Their typical features include some shade of charcoal-gray skin, black eyes except for a colored iris, black horns, and a pair of black fangs on their bottom and top lines of teeth. Draeni express very little through physical expressions in public, requiring a trained eye to pick up on the nuanced movements they do make. That being said, this makes Draeni very good at reading the expressions of others but struggle to recognize sarcasm and suggestive tones. Their special eyes allow them to perceive a wider spectrum of colors and are better at distinguishing between different shades.

Draeni, once persecuted, secured their place among the other races for their warriors daring and courageous acts during the Battle for Existence where many sacrificed their lives to protects others. While the emergence of the WAA and a general acceptance for all people has encouraged Draeni to re-intergrate with the rest of the word, they are still a rare sight outside of their homeland of Roughann.

Class: Defender (Sword skils/Martial Arts) - Utilizes the user's innate physical capabilities and combines them with self-boosting Martial Arts to make them a wall between the enemy and the rest of the group. Defenders are trained to withstand large amounts of damage and keep fighting to the last breath. Their expertise is the sword and shield but their training covers most kinds of melee weapons.

Rank: Adventurer

Homeland: Roughann
The kingdom of Roughann lies within what the citizens call 'The Mother's Embrace' which refers to the steep mountain ranges and dangerous terrain along its borders that make it difficult for travelers and armies alike to enter the isolated country. The first Draeni settled the area to protect themselves from the other races for their 'demon-like' appearance and reserved nature, placing them as the target of an ancient period of persecution. Though the kingdom of Roughann has freely opened its borders to the outside world, the path into their land still remains treacherous.

A large ceremony is held every year to acknowledge the kingdom’s newest generation of adventurers, often the most promising mages and warriors of the kingdom. This is the only time when all the streets of Roughann’s cities fill with food, dance, and music.

Every city in Roughann has a large, communal spire located at its center that contains all of the city's commerce and entertainment. Naturally all of the housing is located around the spire making every city circular in shape, with the most expensive housing closest to the spire. The greatest of these spires resides with the capital city of Dremore, serving additionally as a massive citadel for defense.

Roughann is a direct monarchy meaning that the King or Queen has the final decision on most matters. There is no nobility in Roughann because the government is operated by elected officials deemed best suited for the job. The majority of these officials are retired adventurers who returned to Roughann with all the experience they have accumulated. Every descendant of royal blood is required to join the WAA for a minimum amount of 10 years before they are able to take the throne, unless the current ruler dies.

Personality: Honest to a fault, Arton is perhaps the most trustworthy companion an adventurer could have. Unlike the majority of his race, he had learned to overcome the reserved nature of his people and has become more open with both his expressions and words. He does from time to time slip into an almost unreadable state when he is not actively engaged in social interactions. He is incredibly humble when it comes to his own abilities but is always looking to spar and/or fight stronger opponents so that he may get stronger. It is only when battling against monsters that he shows the fierce side hidden within him.

Appearance:
Arton has bright yellow iris amongst his black eyes and three long claw marks extending from under his right ear to his chin that has long since healed.

History: Arton was born to a large family of farmers on the edge of Roughann’s territory, working alongside his nine siblings to tend to the crops and animals. Their farm was part of a small community called Ebonglen, where his best friend Furi also lived. The two of them would always go one their own little adventures into the forest surrounding Ebonglen, never venturing too far into the dense,dark woods.

One day a set of demon wolves set upon the residents of Ebonglen, catching the local militia off-guard. Arton’s father was part of that militia and was home at the time so he went out to face the monster threat with only a couple others. Despite their valiant efforts, they were all killed before the town blacksmith, a human by the name of Cyth, vanquished all that remain like a hero from the fairytales.
Arton had watched all of this take place from a hidden spot and after grieving for their fathers, both he and Furi approached the blacksmith to demand to train them. Demands turned to begging as he initially refused, but finally gave in to their constant pleas. As payment for their lessons, they had to help with the forge along with their chores at home. Over the next few years, Cyth taught them the ways of the warrior and both progressed fast, though Furi was notably progressing faster.

The two decided to venture deep into the forest around Ebonglen, armed with weapons they had made themselves, to seek out a pack of large rats that had been terrorizing the farmer’s fields. What laid in store were not some oversized rats, but a pack of demon wolves that took the lives of their father’s years ago. They were barely teenagers and were suddenly fighting for their lives.

Furi did her best to protect Arton, as he was the weaker of the two, but they were quickly overwhelmed. Arton could nothing but watch as the beasts swarmed Furi and knocked her to the ground. Her screams of pain were the last thing he heard as she was dragged deeper into the forest. Fury filled Arton’s veins and despite his own wounds, he fought hard against the remaining demon wolves. His fury was not enough to overcome them and if it wasn’t for Cyth timely intervention, he would have died right there.

No search party could find any traces of Furi or the demon wolves that took her, only the lingering presence of their evil. Fueled by his guilt and hatred, Arton spent the rest of his time in Roughann honing his abilities. When the day came for him to officially join the WAA and begin life as an adventurer, he set off with two goals in mind. Protecting the lives of the innocent from monsters and finding any clues about what happened to Furi.

Powers/Abilities:
Temperature Resistance
Element/Type: Natural
Rank: Racial Trait
Mana Drain: None
Description: Species with this ability are able to withstand both extremes of the temperature scale, but require a higher intake of calories as a consequence.

Hyper Slash
Element/Type: Sword Skill
Rank: C
Stamina Drain: Medium
Description: A sword skill that increases the speed of ones attacks.
Effect: Increases speed +1 when attacking.

Power Slash
Element/Type: Sword Skill
Rank: C
Stamina Drain: Medium
Description: An attack that increases the power of an attack.
Effect: Doubles strength for a single attack.

Temple
Element/Type: Martial Art
Rank: C
Stamina Drain: Medium
Description: Purges the body of negetive aligments.

Ironskin
Element/Type: Martial Art
Rank:
Stamina Drain: Medium
Description: Increases the user’s resistance to physical attacks for as long as it is active.

- A masterfully-crafted blade created by Arton’s teachter, Cyth. This sword boasts incredible durability and sharpness. It was mentioned that this weapon would grow as he did, but as of now it is simply a fine-quality sword.
- A shield to match Arton’s sword, the inside of this metal shield is engraved with her name and the promise they made together. Lesser quality weapons fail to scratch let alone dent this shield. It hold the same mysterious property that Severance has.
Reinforced Leather Armor
Leather pack
-Small amount of money
-A change of clothes
-A waterskin
-Hunting Knife
-Map
-Rations
-Silver necklace with a single, blue gem

Stats

Newbie
Level 1
HP 125
MP 25

Vitality: 5
Speed: 3
Strength: 7
Endurance: 7
Mana: 3

Name:
Age: 22

Appearance: Desmond's appearance very much is indicative of his relative youth compared to more senior demons. His routine shaving of any facial hair that sprouts on his face also assists in keeping up this appearance. Rich, black hair is constantly being cut to a short length but other than that his hair is not styled in any particular fashion. Desmond is hardly expressive so most of the time he holds a deadly serious look to him. This is accentuated by the striking crimson colored eyes he possesses, the color resembling deep pools of blood.

He is considerably tall at 6'2", standing above most of his compatriots. This height is accompanied by a slim frame but muscular frame, usually hidden by Desmond's preference of longer clothing...which consists almost entirely of red and black colors. The specific reason for his preference of longer clothing is the numerous scars that run over the course of his body. The ones on the chest have been somewhat covered by tattoos but the scars on his legs and arms are clearly visible when wearing shorter clothing. When he does show his demon wings, there is one missing from his set of two.

Evil Piece:
Familiar:
A raven black as Desmond's hair, Edgar came to Desmond by landing on his right shoulder when it was his time to receive a familiar. Edgar serves as Desmond's third eye, giving him additional situational awareness and alerting him to dangers when in combat. Edgar's greatest asset however is his ability to transform into a swarm of identical Ravens that can obscure or interfere with Desmond's opponent. The greatest number Edgar has been observed transforming into was one-hundred ravens.

Magic:

• Pyrokinesis
  A majority of Desmond's magic involves the manipulation of fire, everywhere from imbuing his sword with flame or shooting fire bolts. His control over his kind of magic is absolute.
  
  • Black Flame:
    Desmond's final trump card if he is in a dire situation. A wreath of black flame with golden edges envelops Desmond, increasing his phsyical abilities by great amounts and providing more powerful versions of his spells. Unlike his normal fire magic, Desmond has very little control over this. Once activated, it is difficult for him to turn it off and will shortly kill him if on for too long.
• Shadow Dash:
  Black shadows wash over Desmond's form allowing him to near-instantly move in any direction several feet, appearing as teleportation to those whose vision is not up to par. If used to often, Desmond will become highly disoriented and unsteady
• Minor Regeneration:
  A result of his father's experimentation, Desmond is able to heal his wounds a lot faster naturally and often will not need to be healed. The healing costs him energy and takes a few minutes to properly seal a wound.
• One-Winged Flight:
  Despite missing an entire wing, Desmond has learned to live with it. A constant, rigorous training allowed him to fly just as well as if he had two.
• Phase:
  An ability that Desmond very much despises having for the feeling he gets after using it, Phase allows Desmond to very briefly make his body intangible to psychical objects After use, he gets a incredible headache and in a few rare cases throws up
  
  
  
  • Phase Touch:
    A technique that allows Desmond to use Phase on objects or people. His grasp of this ability is at the moment very inconsistent
• Blood Shield
  Perhaps by far Desmond's most grisly magic spell, Blood Shield is something he gained through his father's experimentation. Simply put, It allows him crystallize nearby pools of blood and charge it with magic to make it into a strong, yet brittle armor.
  
  
  
  • Blood Weapon: An extension of Blood Shield, this spell turns the blood into a crude weapon instead. It maintains the same brittleness as Blood Shield, and is hardly an substitute for normal weapons.

Skills:

• Tactician
  Despite his young age, Desmond is an expert on reading the battlefield and coming up with a plan to win. Off the battle-field, he is also good at figuring out the most best solution towards navigating an obstacle or puzzle.
• Observant:
  Anything that seems out of the ordinary will likely be picked up by Desmond, whether it has to with the surroundings or another person. For this reason, he is secretly a bit of a clean freak.
• Endurance:
  Nothing to do with his defense, Desmond can last a lot longer doing strenuous activities without it affecting his overall performance.

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The Apple of Eden, at least named by his Father, is a obvious reference to the apple of knowledge that both Eve and Adam ate from and as a result loss their grace with God. Before Desmond's fight and escape from his father, Lucius believed he had crack the puzzle that was this Sacred Gear. Now unknowingly combined with Desmond, it is a dangerous weapon if used by an untrained individual.

When activated, the Apple of Eden grants the user knowledge of a large list of potentially destructive and dangerous spells. This takes an incredible toll on the user's body and would outright kill a normal human if used, normally preventing any kind of advanced movement. There is a secondary effect evidenced in Lucius's notes that suggests it can briefly take the user to a 'advanced form' in reference to Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils.
Bio:
Desmond has suffered a lot in the short period of time in which he was alive. He was born to two high-level devils named Lucius and Malaya, the only child they ever conceived together. His childhood was mostly good considering how everything would later turn out, as his father was a brilliant scholar and warrior while his mother was a outstanding mage. Lucius never spoke of what he had done in the war between the angels, fallen angels, and devils but neither did his mother. While his mother tried to teach him more powerful forms of magic, it was in sword-play that Desmond truly excelled. Everything changed however when his father obtained a strange and ancient device, even for divine beings.

It appeared to be an ornate sphere of intricate design, the gears visible along the surface indicated there was a mechanism to unlock it. Lucius became convinced that it contained some kind of immense power of unknown design....and he was right. Desmond soon became the victim of Lucius's obsession as he tried to create a vessel that would be able to withstand combining with it. Through countless hours of torturing training, Desmond became a cold-hearted soldier of destruction. Lucius would often send his perfect soldier off to hunt down rogue devils as a test to see how far Desmond progressed. It was never enough however and soon scars began to build on Desmond's body, unable to be healed by even his talented mother.

Malaya could not stand seeing Desmond being put through these punishing ordeals and confronted Lucius. The aftermath of their conflict was bloody with Lucius standing over the corpse of his mother. That was the first time Desmond activated his black flame and attacked Lucius, managing to severely wound him before having to flee. Once he reached the human realm, he was attacked by opportunistic fallen angels because unknown to him Lucius's experiment had succeeded. Utilizing the last of his energy fighting with his Black Flame, he managed to defend himself until Alice and her household arrived. Shortly after they secured the area, Desmond collapsed where he stood having been drained of life by the Black Flame. Desmond pledged his upmost loyalty to Alice upon his revival as her knight, willing to sacrifice everything to protect her.
Likes:

• Sparring
• Reading
• Solitude
• Outdoors
• Sweets
• Strawberries

Dislikes:

• Flirting
• Indirect Approachs
• His Father
• Frivolous activities
• Idleness
• Humans

Ethan was born in Oreburgh City in the Sinnoh region to a pair of very active parents, both of whom were once prominent tri-athletes. He always ate healthy thanks to their influence so once he always rather skinny growing up. Oresburgh City was where his parents decided to settle down and start a family, a decision which shaped the entirety of Ethan's future. It in Oresburgh that he met his childhood friend, Averi Birkenhall, whom with he would go one many adventures. He remembers digging up rocks and calling them 'Pokemon fossils' very fondly, as well as some of the goofy names they came up with. It seemed like everyday the two of them would play together, looking for new mysteries to solve. The gym leader of the city soon became their idol, with his cool Pokemon and knowledge of fossils.

It was not long after Ethan received his first pokemon, a Bagon, that his parents decided to move to the Johto region and to Cherrygrove City. He was devastated knowing he would be leaving his friend behind but he made a promise that they would see each other again. While in Johto, studied the history of the world and its interaction with Pokemon. There was so much that was unknown about their partners in this world, that he couldn't just sit back. He decided to become a Archaelogist and travel across the regions searching for answers to all the mysteries involving Pokemon and their connection to Humanity.

When he grew old enough, he managed to study under the tutelage of Professor Elm. It was during this time that his knowledge of Pokemon greatly expanded and his desire to travel increased. After a couple years working under him, Ethan finally decided it was time to start fulfilling his dream. Before he left, Prof. Elm gave him a parting gift: a pokeball containing a totodile. Ethan set out first to the Hoenn Region after saying his goodbyes, with his partners Totodile and Shelgon.

There he battled with other trainers, made a few acquaintances, and even managed to catch his first Pokemon: a Beldum. He did quite a bit of research on the three legendary Pokemon of the region: Rayquaza,Groudon, and Kyogre. It was astonishing to look into the legends of each one but he felt a tad disappointed he never managed to see on in person. A few twists of fate eventually led him to Almia, where he was told of a impressive dig site at an temple in the sand. Eager to see it for himself, he took the next flight to Almia along with his three companions. Little did he know fate would also reunite him with a long lost friend.



✥ Hot Tea
✥ Cheesy Jokes
✥ Travelling
✥ Spicy Food
✥ Mysteries



✥ Indoors
✥ Pettiness
✥ Sour Food
✥ Staying in one place
✥ Poachers



✥ Shelgon
✥ Totodile
✥ Beldum

Standing at a daunting six foot three inches, Shao has a very athletic build with noticeable muscles. His body posture is almost always tense and proper unless he is alone. The serious look ever-present in his features normally sets people off from speaking with him. Numerous days spent in the blazing sun has darkened his normally pale skin. Several scars decorate his upper torso, with a concentration in his center back, that has long since healed. All of his clothing is selected to cover up said scars, but his preferred attire is a long, red over-coat with a buttoned shirt underneath and black trousers made of a tough and durable material. His dark brown hair has the appearance of almost being black and is normally cut short while leaving the bangs a little long. Despite his fierce impression, Shao is a relatively handsome person which can often earn him unwanted attention when he is a new location. Sharp, brilliant blue eyes are perhaps his most noticeable feature.

The second son of a wealthy family and a prominent general within the Fire Nation, there was much expected of Shao Jin-Hwan right from his birth. A rigid and structured upbringing did not provide him with much freedom and thus his creativity never truly developed. Instead, a deep sense of duty and doing what is necessary was instilled into him. Alongside his normal education, which was excellent by most standards, he was taught military history and theories. It was his father's intentions for the young Shao to train and grow into a great general like himself. When Shao became old enough, he was sent to a military school to further his education. There he surprised everyone with the dedication in which he completed his assignments while failing to do activities expected of someone his age.

Shao graduated from the school with flying colors and was recruited into the official army of the Fire Nation under an program for officer's. His instructors quickly found out that while Shao was superb in executing any order give to him, he has a hard time being in charge himself. Distance from his family's influence gradually allowed Shao to begin thinking for himself, and in turn reflect on his life. One night while visiting a town close to the military base, Shao found himself in the middle of a argument between a few soldiers from the base and a couple civilians. Despite his best efforts, the soldiers were intoxicated and insisted on using force. Shao was outnumbered but he still took them on, allowing the civilians to escape. With careful use of martial arts and his fire-bending, he was able to fend off the drunken soldiers but he took a few serious wounds due to two of them using knives.

That fight, as insignificant as it might seem, had a profound effect on Shao's self-reflection and motivation. He realized that he was not happy with his life and he simply did not understand who he was. It was a few nights after the incident that he decided to run away, not just from his family but from the Fire Nation itself. Shao gathered a small collection of money and belongings into a single backpack, then boarded a vessel bound for Republic City. There he could hide from the influence of his family and do some much needed soul searching. Having just arrived, Shao is unsure where to progress from here now that freedom is finally his.

Shao is a fire-bender that prefers to use his bending in close-ranged engagements. Military training has allowed him a great deal of control over both his body and fire-bending. Before he left the military, Shao was close to grasping the technique needed for lighting bending.

Name
Daniel Blazek

Gender
Male

Age
Eighteen - June 7th, 1896 EC

Sexuality
Hetero

Race
Ancaster, Kingdom of Edinburgh



Appearance
Daniel is easily identifable by his rich, red hair that appears to be in constant state of chaos and a scar that runs from his upper right cheek to the right edge of his lip. In regards to his physical presence, Daniel stands at six feet and three inches and maintains a clearly defined set of muscles. Women often find him favorable to the eyes, often against his desires. Underneath his uniform, his body is host to a canvas of scars dedicated to fights he nearly lost. No matter the situation, his emerald-like eyes never lose their intensity. It is rare to ever hear him laughing. He is not afraid to get dirty and that often showcases on his uniform.

Personality
Serious on and off the battlefield, nothing seems to be able to get underneath Daniel's skin. When speaking with others, he will often say what he truly thinks regardless of how it might make them feel. This has often put him at odds with those in charge. A harsh childhood has made him very wary of others, and so he often believes any show of kindness is hidden by an ulterior motive. Rarely will he ever initiate conversation with another, but he will answer when spoke too. He can seem dismissive at times, but deep down he will help any squad-mate that needs it.

Daniel holds a grim outlook on life and is willing to do anything without hesitation should it be necessary to protect his squad or stay alive himself. Any free time he receives he spends it either on the firing range or practicing hand-to-hand combat. Despite his rather stoic attitude, Any time a female approaches him he gets flustered without them even having to say a word. The mere proximity of women is enough for him to skin squirm, and will do his best to to distance himself as quickly as possible.


Rank
Private

Role
Rifleman

Equipment
S-M Longfield Rifle
Rifle Bayonet
Shrapnel-Ragnite Bombs

Potentials

Deadeye - Pratice on the firing range has allowed Daniel to reliably hit any target with extreme precision.

Fears Women - Due to a relationship that left him emotionally scarred, he is anxious whenever he is around women.

Street Warrior - Daniel's time spent with a street gang has honed his reactions and pain tolerance.


Biography
Daniel doesn't like to talk about a lot of subjects but the one that is completely off-limits is his past. His life started in the small city of Ancaster in the Kingdom of Edinburgh, born into the poverty-stricken Blazek family. Children are supposed to feel safe in their home but that was not the case for Daniel. His father was a heavy alcoholic and would raise hell every time he returned home from the steel mill he worked in. No matter how hard he tried to please his father, nothing was ever enough. His mother did nothing to protect him and this in turn made him view her as spineless. That was why he started to spend his time out in the street more than at home, which is how he got involved with the Tin Pot Gang.

It was in the Tin Pot Gang that he finally found some semblance of a family. They looked out for him while he was out on the streets, and even taught him how to pick-pocket. Daniel found he was very good at this and started doing this more and more frequently, often with the help of other young gang members like himself. As he got older, the gang had him do more and more dangerous crimes. It wasn't rare for Daniel to be in the middle of fight over turf, more than often ending with someone getting stabbed or sliced open with a knife. He has several scars over his chest as mementos of those first fights. Life at home only got worse and Daneiel grew ever distant from his parents.

One night upon returning home, he came across a horrific scene. His father laid face-down in a pool of blood, several gunshot wounds in his chest. A short distance away was his mother, limp on the ground with his father's revolver just out of her reach and a single entry wound through her temple. Daniel cried for what felt like the first, his heart a mess of conflicting emotions. He simply left their bodies there and ran out into the city, where he ran into the daughter of the local magistrate: Elizabeth Einzbern. She convinced her father to take him in, an opportunity to change his life. During his stay, he and Elizabeth developed a strong, personal connection that eventually blossomed into love. It was the happiest days of his life.

This brief period of joy was to be short lived. Elizabeth started to lose weight, lose the energy Daniel fell in love with, and was plagued by constant fevers. After a visit to the doctor, Daniel was told news he never wanted to hear: Elizabeth was dying from cancer. This revelation came shortly after the outbreak of the First Europan War. Slowly he watched the one person that made him happy...fade away. All the scars that had slowly begun to heal were violently ripped open. He did not have much time to process this before the military came for his service. It was through basic training that the broken pieces of him were put back together, although not in their original form. He took particular solace on the firing range and was known for being at the top of his class for accuracy. Now stationed out on the front lines, his only purpose is to fight.

Affiliations
Isaak Blazek - Daniel's father. Violent alcoholic who abused Mical and his mother. [Deceased]

Annabelle Blazek - Daniel's mother. A passive and anxious woman from years of abuse, eventually took her husband's life and his own. [Deceased]

Elizabeth Einzbern - Took Daniel into her home after his parents' death. She was the love of his life until cancer took her away. [Deceased]

Arthur Rennings - Leader of the Tin Pot Gang who looked after Daniel and taught him how to fight

Relationships
None.

Character Theme

The Sinclaire Clan was founded by Catherine Sinclaire and her sister Isabella following the end of the hundred years' war in France. Catherine saw great opportunity to exploit the existing criminal elements of humanity to further her personal goals while also providing security and sustenance for her followers. Like many of the empires of Europe, the Sinclaire clan found the continent of Africa ripe for the taking. Sinclaire slave ships abducted countless natives from their lands to feed their ever growing numbers. As time went on, the Sinclaire went on to provide this service for other clans as well. Human trafficking was not the only enterprise the Sinclaire clan had its hands in. As time went on, the Sinclaire clan engaged in drug trafficking, prostitution, assassinations, theft, and eventually cyber-crimes. Each expansion of their criminal enterprise gave them another tool in which to control and manipulate the humans from which they fed.

A large, unknown Chateau in the countryside of France stands as the symbolic headquarters of the Sinclaire Clan. The actual headquarters is situated deep under the grounds in a series of tunnels and large rooms with enough protection to shield the inhabitants from several nuclear explosions. Beyond a small number of vampire and human servants, the majority of the Sinclaire clan are scattered across the world working in small cells to control their vast criminal empire, simply named the Sinclaire Foundation. Meticulous steps and strict rules are in place to prevent mortals from discovering the connection between the criminal empire and its association with vampires. Trust is thus rarely given and loyalty is seen as the most crucial attribute for a Sinclaire. Each member must be willing and ready to end their own lives if it threatens the clan. Its actual members include a little over 3,200 vampires with a large number of human thralls and lackeys. Humans who show their loyalty through decades of service are given the option to become vampires themselves.

There is no better intelligence agency in the world than the Sinclaire Foundation. They possess archives of information about countries, people, and organizations around the world that may prove a threat to them, including those that are supernatural. This information is most often used against humans to blackmail them into doing what the clans want, or carefully manipulating events from the shadows in their benefit. Within the Sinclaire clan exist a group of vampire assassins that serve to abduct or execute persons of interest or value to the Sinclaire clan. These warriors are hand-picked by Catherine and trained against her personally to ensure their effectiveness. For the Sinclaire clan, the ends justify the means.
Control humans and their governments through criminal enterprises. Establish a legal market where humans can sell their blood to vampires.

What should have been another glorious victory for the erratic demon turned into a soul-crushing cataclysm that shattered what remained of her humanity . Akumi gained more control while Ryu slipped further into the sanctuary of her mind, harboring a phantom of her close friend Karuu. Upon entering the first floor, Kira slipped away amidst the chaos to venture on her own for a short time. It was during this period she fanatically engaged other players in 1v1 duels, often by force if they did not comply. This period of fury came to an end when she encountered a party led by a silver-haired archer. After a brutal, close defeat at the hands of their red-haired assassin, she decided to go back to the guild. It was time to .

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Level: 16
Renn: 2,028

Experience: 500

Skills:

❂ Sword-wielding | 50
❂ Sword(Dual)-Wielding | 45
❂ Acrobactics | 29
❂ Tracking | 5
❂ Searching | 5

Name: Arton Yule

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Sollan

Origin: Skael




Class: Swordsman

Weapon: Arton bears a longsword and metal shield gifted to him by his late master. They never seem to leave his side. These weapons are plain-looking and lightly decorated, but are masterfully crafted.

Inventory:

• Plain Clothes
• Canteen & Salted Meat
• Emerald Silver-ring
• Amethyst Silver-necklace
• Armor & Weapon Maintenance kit
• Depleted Potion Flasks
• Worn First-aid kit

Materia:

• HP Plus
• Barrier

Limit Breaks:

• All-out Assault - Arton utilizes his shield as secondary weapon in flurry of blows against his opponent, using the blunt force to stun his target.

Appearance Details:
Arton stands at roughly 6'3" with deep blue eyes the color of the sea. He maintains a sturdy physique of dense muscle that is often hidden under his typical garb. Whether studded leather padding or his steel chestplate, Arton rarely goes anywhere without some form of armor. His face, while youthful, bears a few old scars on the left side of his face.

Personality:

You would be hard-pressed to find a day when Arton lacks a smile on his face. He persists to remain optimistic even in the most grim of situations with the determination to never surrender to despair. It is safe to say that Arton often thinks with his heart instead of his head and often makes rash decisions.

He is more than happy to listen to the tales and woes of others, but keeps any information about himself close to his chest typically replying with: "I'm not all that interesting." or something similar. Instances of injustice are often taken personally, especially if it is physical violence, and his reaction borders on berserk.

Arton strives to be of assistance in any form he can no matter how tedious the work may be. Chores or other menial labor is often done without so much as a word from him.

Biography:
Arton hails from a small town in the nation of Skael on the outskirts of the capital. He has not returned to its borders in many years. Little is known about him from before his departure from his homeland and he appear intent on keeping it that way. He arrived in Edren as war erupted between it and neighboring Osprey, equipped with little more than some basic adventuring gear. Arton had traveled from village to village completing small quests before moving onto the next, always operating alone. He often would hitch rides on caravans, getting off on whatever its next destination was. Arton found many acquiantances this way, but he never let anyone underneath the surface of friendly conversation. This gained him a small amount of fame among the common folk as a mysterious, but helpful, wanderer. He began taking on more and more dangerous tasks as his confidence and skill increased.

Despite operating in Edren as a sellsword of sorts, Arton avoided the war altogether. Lacking his own direction, he didn't want to involve himself in the ambitions of something so grand-scale. Instead, he focused on assisting the villages and small town neglected throughout the conflict. A path that had its fair share of hardship. This often meant taking on infestations of monsters and other creatures trying to prey on their weakness. While he sometimes grouped up with a small party, Arton completed many of these tasks alone as it was the most many villages could afford. This grew his fame and influence even further that many inns that recognized him let him stay for free. The devastation left in the wake of the war increased his growing apathy to try to make any kind of change.

The Blight turned that life upside down. Nothing was going to turn back the tide if people like him sat back. Whatever it took, he was going to make a difference against this scourge of suffering. Arton showed up in the capital shortly after the call from the king reached the village he had been protecting. He vowed to return to the village after the blight had ended, but the look in both his eyes and the elder's knew they might never get the chance. Perhaps this was the purpose he had been searching for?

Traits:

• Talented Smith
• Brash
• Empathetic
• Cheerful
• Reserved
• First-aid expert

Relationships:

• Cyth - Arton's mentor and guardian
• Furi - Childhood friend
• TBD