Name: De'Kae N'nm. Her friends call her Kay.
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: Kay is wearing a traditional ritual garb of her people, the Druid Elves. All vibrant green and revealing skin, a majority of it is crafted from the Sun-Weave. A green, plant-like crop top shows off the enchanted tattoos around her navel and on the small of her back. A mini-skirt is cut in the front, and she wears two thigh-high, toeless, segmented greaves. She also has two gauntlets on. Her long black hair has been let down and tied into several dreads, and she has a bifurcated cape clasped around her neck. She also has an enchanted green tattoo on her forehead. There are markings like this on several parts of her body, including her arms, on her cheeks, and at the back of her neck.

If it wasn't for her ostentatious outfit, the first thing one would notice about Kay is her massive ears, covered in green markings. They stick out proudly from the stands of her black hair. They quiver, move, and perk up, the ears having their own muscles that can be manipulated by the Druid Elf. Overall, her look is far more eyecatching than Kay would usually prefer. Normally a simple cloth tunic and pants tucked into boots would suffice, but the day she was taken was a special day and Kay wanted to show off the pride she had in her ancestry and culture. Shorter than most of her Druid Elf brethren, Kay stands at 5 feet and 8 inches tall.


Personality: Kay is an idealistic and a rebel. Fiery kindness burns within her, the kind that pursues evil with a vengeance, and grants those who seek it mercy and forgiveness. Protecting the people and places she cares about are top priority. She is sharp as a whip and tries to think her way out of most situations. Kay chooses to believe in the best of people, though whether this is born out of naivety or stubborness is hard to tell. Either way, The Druid tries to leave every place better than she found it.

The Druid believes in forging friendships with those around her. To her, the most important thing in life is one's connections with others.

Armaments: Sun-Weave: The armor Kay wears is surprisingly durable and light weight. They channel energy throughout her body. Even her bare skin projects a field of defensive energy equivalent to that of light armor. The Sun-Weave also helps to channel her powers more precisely.

Tattoos: The tattoos on Kay's body light up whenever she activates a spell. They help her draw power from the nature around her. However, in order to do this they must be exposed to sunlight, or near another lifeform of any kind.

Life-Weld: Kay is a wielder of a magical force call the Life-Weld. She draws it from within herself and from other living beings. The Life-Weldi s a skill she has built up over the course of her life and allows her many magical abilities.

Heal: Upon placing her hands directly on the wound of an organism, Kay can restore the damage. She can do it slowly, or immediately, though the drain of healing people increases exponentially the faster she wants to heal. Due to the nature of the Life-Weld, she cannot directly heal herself.

Structure: A common offensive and defensive form of the Life-Weld is structure. Out of thin air Kay can generate a kind of hard light. It is the same kind that automatically protects her body and is channeled by the Sun-Weave. She can use it to create a ten foot by ten foot wall, or a dome. She can use it to create a blade, spear, or shield. She can use it to create hand holds or platforms aswell.

Blast: The same kind of hard light energy used to create Structure can also be concetrated into a blast. Whether it be a grenade like exploding ball that can bounce, or a beam of focused energy like an assault rifle, Kay can generate these attacks and use them at great ranges as long as her accuracy is good.

Drain: Nature is just as much about death as it is life. While Kay is not as practiced in the field of Drain, it is something she is somewhat well versed with. Just as she can heal people with with a touch of her hands, she can also hurt them. It is one of her more powerful attacks, though she has to get close enough to touch the same spot on their bare skin for a significant amount of time. Draining someone uses up her energy, and the faster she wants to hurt her enemy the more energy it costs her.

Keen Hearing: Her Druid Elf ears allow Kay incredibly advanced hearing.

Biography: The Druid Elves of her homeworld are a persecuted race. Their rituals are believed by the Empire to be savage and barbaric. They are believed to be inherently inferior to the other races, tricksy, manipulative, and animalistic. As such the Druid Elves mostly keep to themselves in the temperate forests, but even those forest shrink with time. Most of the Druid Elves are afraid to do anything, and those that do fight spend their lives fighting their guerilla war against the Empire. Kay was born into this climate. She was one of the Druid Elves who wanted to fight, but the Senators of her village have taken a peaceful stance. Kay ran away from home and joined a band of guerillas when she was 16. She had spent most of her life learning how to use the Life-Weld at this point, and these years of guerilla warfare taught her to be even more skilled. She spent most of her time as a combat medic. The guerilla campaign failed, and Kay had a crisis of faith and identity. Unsure of what to do she fled west, far away from the Empire as she could possibly get. There she found a fishing town called Woodwater. It was a surprisingly large town, but being on the frontier it was dangerous to travel too. The village elders there took her in. They protected her for a while, and they taught each other many things. The townspeople got used to her and eventually a kinship was formed. Woodwater was a frontier village, and many wild beasts and monsters stalk the Western boundaries. She took it upon herself to repay their kindness by protecting Woodwater from the ravages of truly wild nature. She also acted as a village healer for the men and women wounded during hunts or monster attacks. It was here, on the frontier, that Kay managed to find some peace. Though one day she must return East and try to save her people...somehow.

The village elders gave Kay a gift. A large box of leaves from the Sun-Weaver Plant. Grateful, Kay took them and crafted a traditional Druid Elf garment, and was in the middle of preparations for a Druid Elf holiday festival when her memories of Woodwater cease and her memories of the Gauntlet begin.

Name: Natalia Evergreen
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Standing at 5'9, Natalia has an unmuscled, thin build. Her medium length black hair is perpetually tied up into a bun. In the Gauntlet, she's wearing a black tanktop, jeans, and white socks. No shoes. The first thing people would notice about her, though, is the light blue circle implanted directly into her chest. There is a similar, but smaller implement on her backside as well. Her left leg is missing from the knee down and there is no prosthetic. Natalia is paralyzed from the waist down, and cannot walk without her Powered Armor. She has a pencil tucked into her bun and a notepad in her backpocket. Natalia has wide blue eyes, a long, thin nose and lips with a sharp chin and jaw.



Personality: Natalia is a born sociopath and a born genius. She finds it impossible to relate with other people on an emotional level. When she was younger, she would often pretend, playing up her emotions and acting normal. Recently however she has given up that and simply behaves cold and indifferent. Saying harmful things comes easy, but if she wanted too she could flip on her happy switch and act like a humble, jokingly arrogant scientist.

Natalia does not enjoy inflicting suffering on other living beings. Infact, she has a bizarre, self-imposed moral compass. Without emotion guiding her way, she decided to develop her own morality using logic instead. Though her internal logic is most likely vastly different to other people who decide to help others, on the outside she does many things a hero would do. Helping the weak and keeping promises. She is a worldy person, and acts in the way that would benefit the greatest good as she sees it. Altruism is beneficial in ways less obvious than selfishness, she concluded.

Armaments:

Powered Armor: Her most advanced suit of armor. A nine feet tall behemoth of a tank. It is heavily armored and capable of resisting small arms fire. Armor piercing rounds dent it and explosives leave a mark. It is incredibly strong and capable of lifting up to two tons of weight.

Tool Box: Underneath the forearms of her machine are two toolboxes. They morph and shift into various weaponry. The most common forms are two Jackhammer like implements to increase punching power, and two heavy machineguns. They can also turn into a flamethrower, or arcs of electricity.

ABI: Aritificial Base Intelligence, or ABI, is Natalia's personal AI assistant. A copy of ABI exists in her suit and can help her manage battle situations easier. It can also talk, and is Natalia's only friend.

Micro-Rockets: The shoulders of the Powered Armor can open up and fire a volley of rockets.

Nanotechnology: Nano technology can maintain the Powered Armor. With enough time, Natalia can take nearby sources of metal and change their shape into extra plates of armor, ammo, batteries, or other tools. Both Toolboxes need to be detatched and reassembled into an advanced 3D Printer in order for this to take place.


Biography: The Evergreen's are a prolific tech giant back on her homeworld of Earth. They develop and sell weapons all across the world. Her father was the CEO of Evergreen incorporated. Neither of her parents were quite equipped to raise a child who had no access to her or each other's emotions. Natalia was hidden away from the public eye as much as possible. Wanting to fit in, Natalia faked her emotions for a long time and everything seemed okay.

Whether Natalia was just spiteful, indifferent, or just extremely business oriented, it was her own company that went on to put Evergreen out of business. PAT Industries would go on to develop Natalia's now legendary Powered Armor suits that make up elite forces in the United States military. Artificial intelligence she had developed could have autonomously operated troopers and drones fight the battles for our soldiers- though the government couldn't get that particular tech through congress. Natalia keeps the best AI and Powered Armor suits for herself.

This is where it would be best fitting to explain something about Earth. Aliens exist, and populate most of the galaxy. Earth would have been discovered long ago were it not for a special property of the Sun. A magic aura casts a cloak of invisibility around the entire solar system. Earth, the Sun, all of the planets, are completely invisible. The cloak goes both ways- the night time of Earth is completely pitch black save for the other planets in the Solar System and the occasional meteorite. Natalia has always wanted to pierce this veil, a veil she was convinced existed despite nobody in the scientific community believing her. Even if there was such a veil, how would we go about piercing it? Thus, Natalia began to develop a way to pierce the veil. It was a long process. Natalia secluded herself away from the world even more so than she already had. She had pushed away what little family she had long ago by taking up Evergreen's market shares with her advanced and superior designs. Nano bots were her newest invention, for example. Her quest to pierce the veil led her to developing a source of limitless energy to power her reactors and suit. That was when the attack happened. Using her own technology against her, a mysterious enemy took an attempt on Natalia's life. A drone that she had helped design was stolen and used in the attack. Surpassing her home's defences, the drone detonated behind Natalia as she peered through her telescope. Her left leg was blown off. Shrapnel pierced her soldier blades passed through her chest, rupturing her heart. Her spinal cord was shattered at the waist. Natalia died almost instantly.

Her AI assistants managed to recusitate her using medical nano technology. However, even her advanced medical tech could not fully repair the damage done to her body. An artificial heart needed to be constructed. Natalia turned it into a power source and is the glowing metal tube that currently runs through her chest and back. Her remaining leg was unusable. This gave Natalia somewhat of an epiphany. Though Natalia survived her attack, the enemy who assassinated her got what they wanted as she no longer began selling weapons of any kind to the government, or anyone else for that matter. Instead she focused her funds entirely on her limitless energy, and her attempts on piercing the veil.

Finally, she did it. For the briefest of moment she saw the stars. That was when her memories of her home lab stopped, and her memories of the gauntlet began.

Name: Leon Windsor

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Leon is a talented enchanter and knows it. He has a tendency to overestimate his skill but will also admit when he messed up as a result. He can be unmotivated when it comes to physical labor as he considers it below him and will try to get away with not giving it his all, though his pride will prevent him from intentionally half assing anything.

He automatically assumes anyone incapable of using magic is less intelligent than him until proven wrong.

Armaments:

• Enchanting: Leon is an enchanter and as such uses enchanted items. In order for an enchantment to work the appearance or material of the item has to have some relation to what he wants it to do.
• Ring of Burning Light: This ring consisting of a small red sunstone engraved with a flame and set in a silver band allows Leon to fire heated beams of light.
• Spirit Wolf Necklace: Given to Leon by his teacher. This pendant shaped like a wolves head has the ability to call forth a spirit wolf loyal to whoever summoned it. The wolf can't be killed but enough damage will dispel it. The more damage taken and/or the longer the wolf is out the longer it takes to recover. Leon can't use any of his other items while the wolf is out due to it using most of his magic.
• Water shell: This conch shell has the ability to hold large quantities of both fresh and seawater and can release it at either a trickle or in massive force. The quality of the water doesn't change while in the shell but since it doesn't create the water it has to be refilled if empty.
• Absent Blade: A simple dagger hilt seemingly missing it's blade. In reality it doesn't need one since it allows Leon to use the air in front of it to cut, or stab his enemies. The range and damage is the same as for a regular dagger but Leon can activate or deactivate it at will and he is the only one who can use it.
• Centipede: Normally looks like a centipede shaped ring but when active covers Leon's arm in the length of a giant centipede that is able to stretch to hit opponents.
• Ring Armor: Leon's attempt at creating his own version of the Spirit Wolf Necklace. While this living suit of armor made of interlocked rings has the same indestructibility as the spirit wolf it's both weaker and has a longer recharge time. Connected to a ring shaped like a knight's helmet. Unlike the wolf this doesn't drain his magic to the point where he can't use other items at the same time but he will have to use them sparingly.

Biography: The ability to use magic is quite common in Leon's world, though most people aren't very powerful. This actually includes Leon as his magic reserves are below average for an enchanter and it looked like he would be mediocre at best.Still he was determined to follow in his uncle's footsteps. Luckily for him though his uncle realized that he actually had quite a bit of talent and taught him anyway. The lessons mostly focused on how to create unique effect for his items to make up for their lack of overal power.

Other: Most of Leon's items can be used by anybody capable of supplying them with magic but the Absent Blade is keyed to him.

Saria Silverlocke

The Red Blade: An heirloom passed down through countless generations of Saria’s family, and the weapon central to Saria’s fighting capability. Its true origin is unknown. However, tales told to her throughout childhood claim that it was forged by the Jogun, a race of perfect warriors, with the ore of Baskarite, a metal originating from the deepest depths of the earth. The Red Blade was their legacy.

However it came to be, and whoever made it, the Red Blade seems to be nearly indestructible, withstanding the most scorching temperatures from a smith’s forge as well as seemingly repelling the strikes of a blacksmith’s hammer without the slightest scratch. Attempts to dull it have been fruitless. Strangely enough, attempts to sharpen it also have no effect. Wielded properly, the Red Blade can cut through most types of armor, excluding metal.

Silverlocke Armor: Saria wears head-to-toe armor composed of ordinary steel plate, blackened and custom fitted to the shapes and contours of her own body. More steel plates hang from her armor, covering the hip and shoulder joints. The armor is mostly made for intimidation and ceremonial purposes rather than practical purposes, but still functions as effective protection.

Reactionary Quickening: Saria’s sword fighting capability stems from countless hours of brutal, grueling training designed to create a warrior worthy of using the Red Blade. This included “exercises” such as dodging and deflecting lethal projectiles from all different directions, blindfolded. She learned to not just use her sight in battle, but sounds and instincts. Combined, Saria possessed the reaction speed and precision of a true warrior.

Enhanced Strength: Saria not only needed to keep up with the rest of her siblings in terms of speed, but also in strength. Even though she was a girl, she was required to fight her brothers as well as her sister in order to become worthy of the blade. She seldom won against her brothers in hand-to-hand combat, since they possessed much more brute strength than she did, but to the average person, she is a bear in a woman’s skin, capable of extraordinary feats with the use of her strength alone, such as throwing people twice her weight over her shoulder, or caving in bones with her bare handed strikes.

Blood Blade: Saria is connected to the Red Blade in more ways than one. Sure, it is an heirloom bestowed upon her with the highest honor of the Silverlocke family, but per tradition, Saria was cut with the blade, imbuing her blood with the sword for the first time. From then on, she had become the only one in the world who could tap into the blade’s true power: Blood. Through the imbuement of her own blood, a crimson coat covers her sword, effectively sharpening it even further by using her own life force as a blade. Of course, this has a negative effect. The use of her own blood as a blade slowly drains her strength, and could kill her if left unchecked.

Pain Resistance: Saria is no stranger to pain, and can overcome and ignore wounds most people consider “grievous” or “crippling”. However, this does not make her immortal. She is still human, after all. She tends to get herself hurt more than she needs to.

Frenzy: It is said that the Red Blade contains demonic origin. From the depths of the earth its ore was mined, and from the depths of the earth it was forged. Therefore, a bit of demonic influence was inevitable. When Saria’s pain is more than she can handle, when she is at her absolute limit, her sword fuses to her hands, and forcibly draws blood from her body in order to create a blood blade (Blood Blade ability automatically activated). In this state, Saria is on her last legs, and will fight purely to survive, like a feral animal.

An aura of fire surrounds her, presumably an effect of the Red Blade binding to her soul. Her strength and speed is immensely increased, such that she could cut boulders with the strength of a sword strike.

This state is what earned her the nickname, Blood Devil. When she slaughtered her family, the only thing onlookers saw was her, clad in black, bloody armor, emerging from her family’s home that was then in flames.

Name: Ariamis Gundaz

Age: 128

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ariamis is a short and stout man of around 3'8" in height with bronzed skin littered in scars and dark blonde hair. He wears hardened leather pants and a thick somewhat ornate tunic with a gap in most of the back accompanied by sturdy boots. Connected to his back is a relatively large metal contraption with multiple possible openings seeming to be fused into his back and spine though he shows no discomfort from it. He also appears to have a mechanical eye and arms though that is all that is visible.

Personality: The dwarf is quite a serious and often stoic person to most as he rarely trusts them at first due to the nature of his being as well as the stigma it carries among common folks. He can be very resourceful and inventive, not to mention pragmatic, which first piqued his interest in making adjustments to himself for the better, in fact he has felt more himself ever since the new additions. Underneath it all he is a very curious man wanting to expand his knowledge of things and find ever more interesting and useful things in the world around him.

Armaments:

Mechanical Arms- Ariamis has replaced his own arms with rune covered metal ones that function in much the same way but are far more durable and much more painful than the original. He also has two extra pairs of extendable clawed arms from the contraption on his back allowing him to defend himself from multiple directions, channel some of his other modifications or simply to multitask.

Mechanical Eye- His eye allows him to see in low light conditions, zoom in on something and can temporarily project light if need be for less fortunate companions.

Sonic projector/Flamethrower/Acid nozzle/Coolant vent- In the center of the claws is an adjustable module that can be changed and loaded to suit a variety of offensive purposes whether the target needs to be stunned, burned, melted, or even frozen if it or they are small enough. It can also effect allies or the environment if either Ariamis or companions are not careful.

Back loaded drill- On top of the contraption is an opening which allows a drill to poke over the dwarf's shoulder to either work on machinery or make his enemies hurt very badly if they are in close range.

Charged claws- The extendable arms can be made to discharge electricity draining from the contraption's power core which needs time to recharge.

Drones and Constructs- The way of the mechanist is one that often requires using any resource at hand and Ariamis is not opposed to using the remains of his enemies to create servitors of sorts if he has the supplies on hand. He can makes devices to animate the body as a servant or create a drone of sorts out of a skull to help him in his endeavors.

Biography: Ariamis was the young son of a lowly craftsman, by Dwarven standards, who was exiled from his home in the hold of Dugoin while he was very young so unlike many of his kind he grew up among the humans and other races of the land. He often felt as if he was out of place being smaller than most and of a different mind to many of the people he talked with whether it was helping out around the forge or just wandering the different towns they visited on the way through to the next. His father never wanted to stay in one place and he was very much stuck in his ways even if they were what caused him so many problems no matter where they settled. The young Dwarf decided he was done with putting up with his waste of a parent, whom he had started to surpass in skill, and went off to figure out just who he wanted to be by himself.

During this time he did what he had to when it came to putting food in his belly and a roof over his head mostly doing whatever work he could find but occasionally stealing to make ends meet. Eventually he was approached by a robed man who offered him a place to stay and a different path to follow rather than just be a vagabond he could be a Mechanist. It was tempting to him because all knew of the group of inventors who crafted wondrous constructs and could replace limbs of flesh with steel though he was a cautious man wanting to know what was to be expected of him. They wanted to see his skill and his passion first so he was brought to the man's enclave out in a remote cave system where they could work and talk in peace. It was a place of unity where all worked for a better future and to improve on oneself quite literally, if you could not do something simply make an apparatus to allow it. There had been no way for him to attain a better life so now he would make a way and so he did growing in renown and rank over the course of decades.

He exceeded beyond his new master's expectations becoming one of his most diligent students and one who had taken the most to replacing parts of his body with machinery as it made him feel whole. He had recently been set out to find artifact that had come into notice of the enclave in an old tomb which was uncovered. It looked to be extremely valuable for research purposes and no doubt it would be better off in the hands of the Mechanist order than some other less savory organization. So down he went through monsters and undead residents until he came upon the final chamber that rested an iridescent orb which he went to retrieve when everything went dark.

Now there is no tomb or artifact, only the Gauntlet.

Name: Katelin

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: Katelin is tall and mostly thin, with good arm muscles from using her bow. Long strawberry blonde hair, dark green eyes, tan skin, and delicate facial features. She wears leather armor and two daggers can be seen at her sides.

Personality: Quiet, she doesn't say much, though she is easily angered at insults. She has always loved using the bow, and is pretty good at making new ones if the old one broke. She is an arachniphobe, and her automatic response to fear is attack immediately. She is smart though, so she can force herself to focus instead of panicking. She loves to read, is a cat person, and wanted to be in professional archery competitions and perhaps defend the kingdom, at least until something happend to her where she had to hide from the world.

Armaments:
Has the type of superpowers most people would look over as 'not as strong as a proper superhero or superhuman'.

MAGIC: She has some control over both fire and ice. These powers are best at close range, though she has figured out that she can set an arrow on fire and shoot it without it going out or weakening, with a slight explosion on contact. She also has two daggers at her sides that she likes to freeze with her ice power to add a painful sting to melee attacks. Her ice powers also allow her to make a javelin out of ice, and throw it. It takes a bit more concentration than freezing daggers or setting an arrow ablaze. She also gained the power to keep her quiver constantly full; it will never run out. This is a passive magic, so it won't take concentration, but it also can't be turned off.

LEATHER ARMOR: It was expensive, but well worth it since at the time she thought she would become the youngest and the first female to win an arena battle with a bow in her kingdom. Soon she'll find that, even though it wouldn't be a good idea to show up in a competition because of her powers,it'sgood for a small amount of protection against monsters.

Biography: One of two female trainees for learning the bow, she was very outnumbered by the 18 males. Proving herself was hard, and only 6 of the boys were good enough for the kingdom's high standards, and Katelin made it through though the other girl didn't. That had just been the first part of the training, though, to reveal the ones more worth taking the time to teach.

The second part of the training was harder, using bows that were harder to pull back than a normal recurve or longbow. Running excercises, strength training, and early mornings were all part of the schedule. Katelin pulled through it all just as strong as the boys.

But then a strange thing occurred. The manifestation of her powers weren't dramatic, it wasn't painful, she didn't feel anything at all, and there was no physical evidence... Until she found out her quiver never emptied. Stuff like that would never be allowed in a competition. The quizzical and sometimes accusational stares of the other archery students and the mentor caused her to quit training. Her kingdom will jail and sometimes execute anyone with powers.

Later, when packing up to try to escape persecution, she discovered she could freeze and burn things. After practise, she now likes to use fire arrows, and has bought two daggers with which she can put her ice magic to use. A little target practise with an ice javelin on her old wall also helped show how well she can adjust to this.

She was on her way out of the city when everything went dark, and she woke up in the Gauntlet.

Name: Gonad Yaksplitter
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Boxing Reach: 92"
Shoe Size: 24
Race: Human
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment-

-His body.

-A set of thick six-kilo gilded steel bracers.

-A pair of three-kilo gilded steel gauntlets.

-A pair of two-kilo hide boots reinforced with steel.

-A tough cloak made from the pelt of an albino yak.

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon known as Gonad, and a weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Gooch muscles. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. All of his digits are tipped with rugged nails honed into calloused claws from years of gouging and climbing. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.

He enjoys agony and difficulty and carries upon his shoulders the full weight of his village's pride and future. To Gonad, shame and fear are emotions that no longer exist. With adversity drilled into the very core of his being, through unimaginable effort he shaped his mind into an unbreechable iron hull filled with undepletable reserves of determination.

Abilities/Skills- Revered by many as the greatest warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength and is capable of overpowering virtually any foe near his size. His base strength is roughly equivalent to that of a grizzly bear, his speed that of Bruce Lee crossed with Usain Bolt. Above all else the strength in his hands is legendary, and so far no foe, living or dead, has succeeded in breaking his grip. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands. What's more, Gonad is the supreme master of his own body and can control its functions at will. He uses the full potential of his musculatory system, is able to constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and can transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex, along with every other kind of mind over body feat possible. If it's in 'Ripley's Believe It or Not' or 'Guinness World Records', Gonad can do it.

Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and has an effectively limitless tolerance for pain. If need be, he can, just as expected, go berserk. When he does he can generate such speed and strength that his own muscles can tear themselves from his bones, performing at nearly twice his normal abilities. When combined with the ability to create self induced hyposthenia within his body, bringing his muscles to the ultimate point of relaxation, Gonad can then contract them with the greatest amount of force that is physically possible. At the cost of having his very bones shatter from the overwhelming might of his own blows, Gonad can unleash attacks of such immensity that any entity on the receiving end of a direct hit gains an immediate and intimate understanding of what it feels like to be the fetus in a Mexican abortion. In other words, going berserk increases Gonad's offence at the cost of his defense. His blood flows much faster (hastening blood loss), he becomes considerably more aggressive (henceforth reckless), and his attacks are just as likely to inflict damage to himself as to the opponent due to the physical strain.

Background- They say when the Barbarian called Gonad Yaksplitter was born, he came into this world bearing a full and mighty beard and had the equivalent muscles of a shaved adult yak. He was born on the battlefield, his infantile but well defined body gushing forth from the womb of his mother and landing in a puddle of blood that had been pooling from the corpse of a nearby enemy. It was in this way that Gonad had first been christened with the blood of his enemies. His mother, Chukka, had broken both legs in the battle and only she and her newborn son had survived the disastrous conflict. It had been a Barbarian war party, sent out from Gonad's home village which lay fifty-five miles East.

Chukka was forced to crawl back using her hands and teeth, bearing Gonad on her back. Only by sustaining young Gonad with the meat of her placenta and the warm milk from her breasts was she able to keep him nourished during the arduous trip back. Using the prodigious length of young Gonad's beard, she was able to fashion a makeshift diaper to keep him from soiling her back. After two months, they managed to return to the village, much to the great joy of Chief Jarvi. Upon being shocked at the sight of Gonad's beard-diaper being removed, he promptly named muscular Gonad after his hefty namesake, and renamed their village after the miracle child. For many ages the Village of Gonad has been renowned for its strength, most often migrating around in the deep Wilderness. Gonad's birth was the very culmination of generations of hard-earned might, his destiny pre-determined by the selective breeding of his ancestors. Their intent? To create the ultimate physical human. And so they did.

Since before he could walk, Gonad was made to train in the berserker arts with a relentless fervor that surpassed common sense. Nearly every minute of every hour of every day of his life he endured the most excruciating physical and mental training imaginable, his talent for unarmed combat pushed well beyond the boundaries of reason. He bears as many scars from his training as he does from battle. Gonad has participated in tens of thousands of battles, ranging from one on one bouts to full scale wars, and from his experience has even created his own fighting style, which he dubbed "Hefty Fist".

From the moment Gonad was born, he was made to perform rigorous excercises in order to develop his body as soon as possible. As weakness had been beaten out of him at birth, it was not long before he became so well associated with hardship and pain that both feelings became an integral part of his personality. The full details of his training remain unknown for the most part, as the accounts of Barbarians are often muddled with myth. What is known are the basics of his regimen, from the date of his birth, to current day.

Age One: Gonad is regularly beaten with a wet strip of leather. Gonad is regularly held over stoked flames. Gonad is regularly given rodents, and encouraged to crush them in his hands. Gonad is forced to develop his upper body strength via unknown means, involving a two pound rock, a plank, a boot, and rope crafted from yak hair.

Age Five: Gonad is regularly taken several dozen miles into the wilderness before being abandoned and told to make his way back. Gonad is regularly brought into tribal wars, and claims to have had a double digit kill-count before his sixth year. Gonad is made to regularly consume the flesh of his fallen enemies. Gonad is regularly made to carry an eighty-pound rock upon his back. Gonad is regularly beaten with wooden staves whilst wrestling with his older peers in a pit full of yak dung. Gonad is regularly made to mate with older Barbarian women. Gonad is regularly made to strike rocks with his bare fists. In tribal wars, often many warriors are left mortally wounded on the battlefield, unable to recieve medical treatment. Though Gonad speaks freely of the kills he made in honorable combat, he rarely describes the many grievously wounded allies and enemies he was tasked with mercy killing. Several of his own brethren Gonad had to kill in this way, by snapping their necks.

Age Ten: Gonad habitually trains to the point of sweating blood. Gonad is regularly made to fight wild animals unarmed. Gonad is regularly beaten with iron rods. Gonad regularly splits burning logs with his crotch. Gonad is made to carry a one-hundred and eighty pound rock upon his back at all times. Gonad is branded regularly with hot irons. Gonad regularly spars with his peers in the catacombs underneath the village, where it is pitch black. Gonad is regularly made to punch yaks until they die of blunt force trauma. Gonad is regularly made to skin and disembowel said yaks with bare hands. It was at this time Gonad met Lukka, his first wife. An enduring custom of the Village of Gonad, the wife always fights her spouse tooth and nail on their wedding night during mating. The fight is no holds barred, and often severe and permanent injuries result from it. The winner of this matrimonial bout becomes the dominant partner in the relationship. To overpower your mate is known in the village as "taming" them. Gonad tamed Lukka on the first night of their marriage.

Age Fifteen: As per the requirements of the Village's manhood ritual, Gonad and his brother Testiculese were made to journey up the steep side of Musty Mountain. The hike spanning several days, the two barbarians took turns carrying eachother upon their backs so that the one being carried would have a chance for rest, and the one carrying him would make up for his lack of effort. Up sheer cliffs, and through howling wind and freezing snow did Gonad carry Testiculese, and did Testiculese carry Gonad. With naught but their own bare flesh they bore both the furies of nature and of the ravenous cannibal hobbit packs. After five days they reached the summit, and together they struck down the terrible Alpha Hobbit, an animal ten meters in height with feet that could squash a horse.
Back down again they went, the trip back to the base of the mountain taking another five days of hardship. Through these ten days in icy Hell, the bonds of brotherhood grew stronger than any metal that had ever been forged.

Age Twenty: Gonad claims to have had a triple digit kill-count and regularly strikes his face against rocks. Gonad regularly falls from twenty foot high cliffs. Gonad regularly takes mass beatings from his village as endurance training. Gonad regularly punches himself in the face. Gonad is made to tote a three-hundred and forty pound training rock at all times. Gonad regularly sets off on three-month long expeditions to seek strong opponents. It was at this time that Gonad created the "Hefty Fist" style of martial arts. By this time, Gonad had already met and tamed his second, third, and fourth wives; Chinga, Brokki, and Dronna, respectively.

Age Thirty: Gonad seeks immense physical stress by any means possible. He continues to go on three-month long expeditions from his village to seek out strong opponents. Gonad claims to have a quadruple digit kill-count. Gonad regularly carries a four-hundred and sixty-four pound training rock in his arms. Currently, Gonad has a total of eight wives, with the new additions being Thorungi, Krabbucka, Chugga, and Grukara. Over eight feet tall, and weighing nearly a quarter of a ton, Gonad's favored wife Chugga is both the strongest female and the second strongest warrior in the village. Having attended all of the tribal wars that occured in her lifetime, she herself had killed many men with her bare hands. Better known as the Seventh Wife of Gonad, she fought Gonad as viciously as any opponent Gonad had ever faced. It was by her hand that Gonad lost his left eye. Gonad was able to tame her after a bloody scrap that lasted over two hours.

Gonad now travels the land endlessly, seeking nothing more than worthy opponents to fight. He fights for fighting's sake and for honor, the honor of both himself, and for the honor of those who are unable to defend themselves against the dishonorable.
He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

Trivia-

◾Gonad rarely calls people by their actual names, often using their physical appearance to give them a nickname such as Hood Man, Fancy Pants Lady, Pale Man, and Funny Beard. Those who have earned his utmost respect, however, are called by their true name.

◾Gonad's body is so well trained, that with muscle memory he performs isometrics in his sleep.

◾Gonad is almost entirely incapable of learning and/or doing anything that isn't related to combat, training, hunting, and women, the subjects in which he holds enough virtuosic ability to philosophize about. It took him two weeks to learn how to first use a doorknob, and he still hasn't learned how to read even a single word. He is utterly useless outside of his few areas of expertise.

◾Gonad is ambidextrous

◾Gonad's nose has been broken so many times, that all of the cartilage in it has deteriorated. He can push it completely flat against his face. He also has four false teeth crafted from ivory.

◾Gonad rarely travels via boat or ship, opting instead to swim across great bodies of water.