I'm posting all of my previous CSs, including my third one. Feedback is appreciated, and I'll update the older characters in case updates are really needed. ---- [quote]"[i]The coldest heart and an unpredictable path of cruelty... What more would you want from that cold bastard?"[/i][/quote] [img=http://mmoqq.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/artwork-lich-king03-full-459x600.jpg] [b]Macbeth[/b] [b]Age[/b]: Unknown [b]Species[/b]: Demon [b]Role and Kingdom[/b]: Demon Warrior, Lucifer's Kingdom [b]Demon Abilities**[/b]: [i]Cold Flux[/i] - Macbeth affects temperature and blood pressure around him at a small radius. The more he sticks around a human being or an angel, the colder his body becomes. The cold around him can drop [i]anyone's[/i] blood pressure (regardless of species, including demons). [i]Witch Hunt (Secondary Ability)[/i] - If there are three or more people within his Cold Flux radius, Macbeth will have slightly increased resistance against magic spells. Note that his Cold Flux radius is deceivingly large and small. [i][b]Demons[/b] cannot fulfill the requirements of this secondary ability.[/i] [b]Backstory/Biography[/b]: Deep within hell were the more isolated and unknown lands. While many of Lucifer's demons were found within the kingdom, Macbeth was found trapped within an eternally cold prison in a vast underworld far away from the mainland. Two of the underworld's soldiers spotted his frozen form behind a broken pillar of ice, where his body was taken to the kingdom. Even when his frozen tomb was within the kingdom's reach, it refused to melt without the use of excessive heat. He was quickly, and primitively, nicknamed the "Ice Man." The Ice Man was equipped with heavy armor, and a sword pierced through his face beneath his lifeless helmet. Even before the tomb was brought to the kingdom, the sword glowed and oozed of demonic energy, though it was rare magic even among demonkind. The very existence of the unknown victim disturbed many who witnessed its presence. Claimed to be a far too dangerous for its mystic background, the Ice Man and his malevolent sword were buried under one of the most isolated and empty prison cells. His underground cell was placed slightly near the kingdom. For centuries, rumors spread amongst demons that the Ice Man may be brought to subject from the kingdom's royal officials. He, however, was never mentioned. Time allowed the corrupted denizens of Lucifer's kingdom to forget about the once fearful Ice Man. But not everything was meant to be frozen forever. One fateful day, like any other malicious day a demon would enjoy, the sword began to pour out massive waves of energy out of itself. It was quite the hungry cannibal, for it did not thirst for any kind of blood; it demanded the blood of demons. With an enraged impatience, the cold, yet hot-blooded weapon called upon the Ice Man, who was coincidentally its final victim. It was time for the demonic weapon to finally take over a host's body. Using up the last of its energy, the Sacrificial Rite managed to awaken the frozen man beneath the ice. A substantial amount of time was given to the Ice Man to break out of his frozen tomb. He no longer wore a simple battle helmet, but a more royal, yet broken helmet of a hardened warrior. Wielding the Sacrificial Rite in his hands, the Ice Man crawled and found his way out of the prison his own kind placed him in. He was terrifyingly angered by the demons' refusal to help him, their own kind, in getting out of his dreadfully cold grave. While he was angry, however, he also noticed that he knew nothing of what he was doing, who he worked for, or where he even was. It was then, while on the way to Lucifer's Kingdom, that the sword answered his questions. "You are special," it told him with a soothingly sinful voice. "Nothing can bind you in any sorts of chains, for I am here to guide you." The Ice Man wondered what the malevolent weapon wanted to help him with. "Your answers will be given when the time calls for it," the sword claimed with its energy continuing to preserve the Ice Man's newfound strength and will. "But for now, I crave for what is rightfully mine. You, Macbeth, will serve me." "Submit yourself as a loyal servant of Lucifer, Macbeth. Serve him, but definitely not with all of your heart. Trust him to make him trust you, but you must remember that he is not gullible." "Kill him, but that will be for later." Still confused by his creator's words, the now cold-hearted shell and servant of the Sacrificial Rite proceeded on to enter the kingdom of Lucifer. There, he will become known as Macbeth, the servant who spread agony through the cold. [b]Personality[/b]: Macbeth's sword does some of the talking and cutting, while Macbeth carries the sword. While the two of them do synchronize well in terms of power and authority, the weapon tends to stay asleep for long periods of time. Macbeth learns through what he does and what others tell him, and he never draws his sword on others first. [i]He cannot bring himself to strike down royal figures (such as kings and princesses) without his sword's permission.[/i] Macbeth's weapon is slowly losing control of itself, which is the reason why it wants to bask itself in the blood of demons, return back to its original form, and kill Macbeth before things go completely out of hand. Macbeth rarely talks. [b]Additional Information[/b]: None. --- [quote="Sir" Prize]"A lass with a code of honor! A woman with, uh, style! Too bad she finds my neck astonishing to cut through with her sandal-phony."[/quote] [hider=Appearance][img=http://wpshrine.com/uploads/subb/wpshrine_Fate_or_stay_night_401_800x600.jpg][/hider] [b]Artemis Idrian[/b] [b]Age[/b]: 20 [b]Species[/b]: Blessed Human [b]Role and Kingdom[/b]: Human Warrior, Kingdom of Michael [b]Abilities[/b]: [i]Pantheon[/i] - Artemis calls upon the power of the legendary angelic figure, Metatron, and temporarily empowers any weapon she carries. The empowered item puts more pressure against cursed and blessed weapons, making it more powerful in breaking defensive stances, but it does not deal any extra damage to humans and angels themselves. Increased damage against demons is rare, but could occasionally occur. [b]Biography[/b]: Artemis devoted her life to giving her parents the love they needed in her childhood. She lived the normal life of a civilized denizen in the kingdom of Michael, for her mother and father made sure that she was uninformed of the disasters occurring outside of the house she stayed in. The girl never went outside because her parents took care of her every day. When they went out to work, she would roll around and pretend that she was her mother, cooking up small plants and water as a poor, but amusing imitation. When Michael's king and queen were assassinated, Artemis' parents mourned and grieved over the loss of their rulers, for they were heavily devoted to them. It was one of the few times where the blonde saw her parents being sad. But all of their sorrow quickly vanished when she came up to them with open arms, a wide smile across her face. She would love them to cure even the strongest of sadness, and her parents got over the downfall of Michael relatively quickly. One day, her father died. He was apparently killed in a riot that occurred within the kingdom. While the rioters were apprehended, he lost his life when a man unintentionally slashed at his head with a cursed weapon. The man who killed her father was executed on spot, and his weapon was confiscated and stored hidden from the public. Artemis and her mother, who was going to have a baby boy, held a funeral by themselves, the ashes of his burned body stored within a small container the blonde made. She was very sad, for now she only had her mother left. She was also scared of what lied outside of the small house within the mountain nearby a city that killed one of her parents. When she became 19 years old, Artemis then had a little brother, who died a year afterward. In fact, her mother also died at the same date. That day, a rogue warrior burst into the family's house with a demonic sword in hand. It was a hellish, fiery warrior that belonged to none other than the kingdom of Lucifer. Her mother was no weak woman, however. She beheaded the demon with a single slash of a rusty sword. The demon was not the thing that killed her. No, it was the other demon that immediately stabbed her that ironically came from the heavens. Frightened as she saw her mother die as well, Artemis quickly took her brother and ran out of the house, which had begun to burn violently. The blonde girl continued to run, unaware of what lied ahead of her, unknowing of what roamed even the smallest of forests around her tiny house. She never ran before, but her legs carried her as quick as the wind. But the demon was not the wind, but rather, a haunting tornado. He stretched his ragged wings and flung himself toward the children. The monster reached out and managed to snatch Artemis' brother, who was a year old at this time. She cried, blood and dust flowing down her face, as she hopelessly attempted to reclaim what was left of her family. The last of her family died within the demon's stomach. It was no ordinary demon, that was for sure. But some demons would not just eat a newborn child like a snack after dinner. Artemis felt absolute rage within her; but yet, she was scared. She did not want to die; her parents told her that dying was a terrible thing to experience. Unlike them, she was not prepared to face the consequences of death. But miraculously, a single beam of light flew by, piercing the demon by its stomach. It howled and attempted to take the light out of its body. And the demon did, but at the price of letting it vertically slash upward like butter. His body partially sliced in half, the monster fell, his body dissolving into particles of light, before it turned into nothingness. Tired and depressed, Artemis' body finally gave in. As her eyes closed, however, she saw the figure of an archangel. He hovered his right hand over her as he quietly chanted, "I, Metatron, shall bless you. I, Metatron, shall bless you..." "I shall deliver you from the hands of evil, and I shall make sure that you leave this corrupted place for good. I, Metatron, shall bless you..." "Believe in me..." Artemis did. For an entire year, she remained unconscious, yet alive, under a protection spell made by the archangel. As time continued to march on, a knight who had finally begun to serve the kingdom of Gabriel surprisingly found her body in a wasteland. Seeing that she was no threat at all, and rather quite an innocent-looking woman, the warrior decided that doing her justice would be the best option; and this justice was to send her to the nearest shelter. "I, Sir Prize," he yelled incoherently as he began to run toward the middle of nowhere, "shall help this lady out! Wait, where the hell am I?" The lost warrior, who was stupendously separated from his patrol group back at the kingdom of Gabriel, brought Artemis to a nearby inn. She woke up, only to find that someone left his or her belongings gathered on a table. For some reason, Artemis felt curiosity. Metatron had blessed her, granting her not only the wisdom she would need soon, but also the mindset of an analytic fighter. She knew what to do, for he guided her path with utmost success. Step-by-step, Artemis grew up and, eventually, became a royal knight of Michael. While she lost her innocence and familiar love she always shared with her parents, she gained the ability to fight and protect. She would protect her king and queen with her heart, and she would treasure the life she was given for the people who paid the ultimate sacrifice. She was no longer lost. --- [quote]"The first time I saw him, he ran toward a cliff with his pants off while screaming 'PRAISE THE SUN!!!'"[/quote] [hider=Appearance][img=http://imageshack.com/a/img585/6214/iyou.jpg][/hider] [b]Name[/b]: "Sir" Prize Batt [b]Age[/b]: 25 [b]Species[/b]: Human [b]Role and Kingdom[/b]: Warrior, Gabriel's Kingdom [b]Ability[/b]: Inverse Law of Perception - Sir Prize has a surprisingly flexible body, allowing him to make maneuvers impossible for an ordinary armored knight to make. [b]Short Biography[/b]: When he was a young boy, Prize always dreamed of being a farmer. Well, look how easy that was. Jokes aside, he loved being a farmer. The boy always loved poking at the scarecrow that looked so similar to his father, and his angelic mother (though she wasn't really an angel) gave him the motherly love he constantly needed. He was a happy boy, and he remained happy. His father would cook up some weird stuff he did not care about at all, and they would all spend time being regular old farmers. But were they regular farmers? In fact, they were far from regular farmers. His father was actually not a farmer, but a warrior that served the kingdom of Gabriel. While his father was a man primarily against some of the kingdom's motives, his mother was actually a healer who tended wounded warriors from battles. Then, Prize realized that he was not a farmer at all, but rather, the son of a warrior and a healer! In fact, he actually learned what a farmer was when he hit puberty! "An idiot I am!" Prize exclaimed like the doofus he was. His naivety continued to stay with his ever-growing maturity, which winded him up in having a funny condition. He was eventually trained to become a warrior like his father, and he liked it. But whenever his mother patched him up after a sparring session, he felt pathetic in terms of strength. It was not that he disliked her motherly love; he just hated having no pride of his own. So what did he do? Well, he decided to make himself more flexible to prevent further injuries, and he broke his back twice by putting ten iron bars on his back at once. Up to this day, no one knew why the baffoon decided to hurt himself to become flexible. But what was more surprising was the fact that Prize grew up to be a dark horse within the army of Gabriel. He was a valiant warrior; a man who cared for his allies! Though his name is small and overshadowed by the more famed knights and warriors, he finally learned that humility was far harder to achieve than such selfish desires as pride. And as much pride as he might have within, there is far more humility in the warrior of Gabriel that now goes by "Sir Prize Batt." And he is ready to learn so much more. [b]Personality[/b]: He is a loyal servant to nearly anyone that is not his enemy. In fact, if he is tricked even by what could be the dumbest of lies, he might start helping everyone in the world. Prize tends to pop out of nowhere, attack people from nowhere, and start talking with people from nowhere. He also tends to tear apart a woopie cushion whenever he gets extremely angry, and he has some dense sense. Prize is efficient when it comes to defending others, and he is surprisingly willing to do tasks that no one else would be willing to do. He is prideful about his "virgin lifestyle," or at least, that's how he likes to call it.