[CHAR] Ascension : The Rebirth (open)

[Rai]

Vrondi

King Vrondi

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Quote: "All things emerge from the purity of light."
Name: Vrondi Illumi
Age: 570
Species: Descendant (Ascended)
Blood%: 100% Sol
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 8'0 ft
Weight: 325 ibs
Physical appearance:

His body gives a faint aura that glows constantly. Underneath the hue of light is a toned body with the shape of a well trained fighter. The aim of perfection and strength exudes from him.

Apparel:

Eternal Guardian

Made from the hide of the ancient dragon that called itself god. It is virtually unbreakable to the point of surviving even the vacuums of space up to that of a dark hole. The density is immeasurable by Descendant kind. It is however a custom fitted set meant for the appointed King after the Dragon war. The King was massive, standing at around 14 feet tall. The armor was not able to be worn by anyone after his death but once Vrondi returned after Ascending he was in a shorter form. This was to be less intimidating to his people. He can return to the size of his mortal form and wear the armor when he wishes.
The armor has the ability to resist any spells or elements.

Vehicle:

Personality: He is wise and calm. Underneath this is a constantly intrigued mind. He has been alive for a long time, life has yet to become boring to him. His attitude to life is to find the silver lining of interest. With the rest of eternity before him he enjoys his time among the mortal while he can. He remains a bit reclusive however due to the constant worship from the lower mortals. He reminds those he meets that he is not the sole reason the kingdom has thrived and attempts to humble himself before people. His lack of caring for people besides a experimental level comes as a barrier however.

Occupation: Eternal King of Vrondi
Faction: Taxis & Aion
Pet:

Cosmic Dragon

Bow Form

Adv. App.:
Exp: He did not do much in his early years but survive the harsh world when his type of Descendant were few and Dragons were many. He learned to defend himself in skirmishes during the Dragon war he was practically born into. Through determination he pushed through his weaker mortal flesh and began to use his soul's power at the age of 30. He went under a master at the age of 50 and learned to control light. With his focus being light he sought the training of one of the children of the Seraphim Lord that liberated the Descendants, and one of his forefathers. He formed a affinity to plant life and was able to mimic sunlight to feed and control nature around him. He created the kingdom of Vrondi through these plants and used it to protect his growing followers. His power and his body began to merge as he neglected food, sleep and more natural urges to become one with his soul. He died in the war and returned a Ascended, his soul able to resist the pull into the void. His new found body was infused with light and as such his form consists of it almost entirely. He learned through time that his form allowed him many different abilities that a fleshly form could not perform. He is one of the leading and founding masters of light and plant manipulations. Through out time he developed with other early Sol on mind manipulations.

Spells: Light Rays - His most generic spell. Summoning portals of concentrated light he can unleash the light as damaging beams of light of different size and intensity.

Arrow of the Soul - Capable of conjuring a arrow made of soul and light essence. Sharp and hard like steel yet burns to the touch. It can have multiple attributes. Either burning and damaging or it can be physically harmless yet attack the target's mind with psychic influence of Vrondi's choosing.

Light Clone - Able to conjure a clone of light with weaker forms to his person.
specific effects. Only 2.

Abilities/Powers: His body is as hard as steel, protected by a force field that acts as his very skin. If cut or severed it can be fixed instantly by simply reforming itself into energy then back into its solid form. He can be intangible whenever he chooses and tangible again just as well. His ethereal form allows him to turn his entire body into energy and move as such. Allowing him to move at light speed on a whim and use his own body as projectile attacks. He can commune with nature and psychic thought easily. Able to replenish plant life with his sunlight and those descended who use light for energy.

Hindrances: as the element of light he needs sunlight to retain his form here. if not for the light he charges up with he will fade out as just a soul and eventually be lost in the nether. he is also able to run out of energy over time making his form eventually incapable of retaining a form and becoming intangible light harmless to all.

Unknown Weaknesses: He lacks knowledge of technology and their capabilities. He is weakened when submerged in darkness or liquids.

Weapons: His only weapon of choice is his celestial bow. It is capable of firing arrows made from the soul essence of the Dragon within. The arrows can vary in power and drains from its almost limitless supply with each shot. Vrondi chooses what level of power the shot is, even capable of firing a single shot with all the energy stored within fired out. He mostly fires single shots that are devastating as they explode a few moments after impaling the target. The force is akin to a bomb, giving off kinetic forces.

History: On the dawn of the Dragon war, where Descendants of the current were a minority, Vrondi was born. He was born within a village of his kind protected under the lands now known as Vrondi. His people were giants compared to those of today yet were weaker than their dragon anthro Descended brothers. His father and mother were both offspring of the original Seraphim's offspring. They fought beside all Descendant kind against the Dragons. He grew up simply surviving and fighting. He learned over time how to love the world around him, nature and all its beauty was beheld by him. He learned to combine his energy with what fueled nature, sunlight. Making him the founder of sunlight manipulation in his world. He found himself able to truly tap into his power only after the Dragon war, since the time of peace was easy on the mind. He and his followers began to create the Kingdom of Vrondi when the Seraphim left with most of his offspring. Vrondi decided to stay and become the King of his land. After 200 years he died and returned a year after Ascended. When death was upon him he looked at the abyss of space and time that grasped onto his life's aura in order to absorb him. His focus on his soul was so great he could move outside of flesh and create a form undying and resistant to the pull of what existed in the darkness below. Returning as mostly light he found himself mostly a ghost amongst his people and only through time did he learn to master his Ascended form. He remained king from then to now and has been considered a everlasting God by the neo Descendants before him today. However he knows that there is a way to Ascend for others and reach his level of power or more. He also knows the everlasting Ascended beyond the stars may return one day with the original Seraphim. He knows almost every secret to be known in this world. Having met humans, read forbidden knowledge and felt the energy of the universe.

Trivia: (optional) Didn't know that!

Vrondi Soldiers & Guards

Vrondi Elite

[Rai]

Fotia

King of Fotia Magnix Hanoxx

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Quote: "Even a God can fall."
Name: Magnix Hanoxx
Age: 65
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 100 % Tyro
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 6'5
Weight: 270
Physical appearance:


A broad shouldered man who carries himself with a air of elegance. Betraying the fact that upon sight his mass is formidable, even down to his very toes and fingers. His body represented a life of combat and sword wielding. His tone is medium brown and his dark brown hair is dreaded and placed in a ponytail that reaches his mid back. His eyes are a dark red and brown mixture. His facial structure is squared and toned. on his head are two large black horns that start from the side of his head and twist forward and curve up slightly at the ends. He Has a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and on his horns in a deep crimson red.
Apparel: He wears a pair of greaves on his shins made with the hide of a dragon that lived within a active volcano which makes it more resistant to heat than any material that would melt in lava. Gold wrist bands with crimson markings much like his tattoos. A large black loin cloth and dark brown trousers all made too from the very same dragon. He wears no shirt or shoes. On his back are two large black wings that look almost angelic yet retain the scales of a dragon.


Vehicle:
Personality: What is a man with no joy but left with a limitless well of purpose. He moves onward forward through the blood soaked fields of his own mind. It is a sense of being unworthy, perhaps the task ahead is too great for him alone to take. Yet this itself ignites his frustration, thus his anger, his fury.. the fire. His lax attitude to politics and being honored stems from his tenacious will to prove himself constantly. He does not let anything stop him from fulfilling his goals and any idea that pops within his head. He is wise yet eager to have his way. He is rigid and stern but enjoys his own fill of banter, granted at his pacing. Used to getting his way he does rise to anger when disobeyed or dishonored.
Occupation: Representing King of Fotia & Dragon Slayer guild leader
Faction: Sureiya
Pet:
Adv. App.:
Exp: He was trained from a young age to hold and wield weapons. But ever since a small child he was in love with martial arts and sword play. While his siblings were into the usage of guns and explosives. Magnix looked within and found his most powerful weapon was his soul. He mastered how to manipulate flame at 12. He slayed his first feral dragon a year later without help. He was destined for greatness at a young age and for a Descendant this was phenomenal. He trained with gladiators and elite royal guards most of his time when he was not out fighting dragons. He had only one master when it came to controlling his soul and that was the mythical "Lord Akuro" on the volcano named after him. Akuro was mostly a burned broken lump yet had tremendous power. He passed this to Magnix making his manipulation of flame virtually unmatched. His sword was given to him by his father when he was 25 before he was even King in a secretive way. His father knew his sons abilities. With the sword he was able to train with and comprehend the blade's unique capacities. He trained with martial artists of different lands not beating them all but proving himself to be a formidable hand to hand fighter. He trained since he was very small with the help of his kin and his master Orelo who still acts as his master to this day.
Spells:
Flame orb - He can summon small explosive orbs that radiate with fire within. It can vary in size but moves at a medium to slow rate. Upon contact with anything they undergo combustion.
God Slayer's gift - He can instantly appear where his sword is. His sword can be made to appear in front of him and he can pull his sword to him from a distance as long as he can feel its presence within a 3 yard radius.
Fire belly - He can eat flames to regenerate wounds at a fast rate.
Abilities/Powers:
He can lift up to around 2000 pounds and run up to 40 mph. His flight speed is 100 mph. He is highly resistant to intense heat. He has learned how to relax his wings to allow him fluid motion in combat. The wings at times resemble a cape.
Fire manipulation & flame conjuration - He can control the fire around him and summon flames anywhere and where ever he can see up to a mile radius.
Ignition strike - When he makes contact he can ignite the friction. The amount of friction the bigger the flame.
Hindrances: He is highly susceptible to mind manipulations. He can be lured by temptations easily.
Unknown Weaknesses: He relies on hand to hand and swordplay making him less effective in gun fights. He dislikes the use of too much technology so does not know much about the technological advancements of the world.
Weapons: God Slayer

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- A blade honed from the teeth of a dragon that considered itself the god of this realm. It is a 200 ibs sword. It is virtually unbreakable. It is sealed with spells to make the only wielder the one who is King of Fotia by way of the tattoos on the King's body.
History: Magnix is the son of 12 siblings. He is the number 9. He is a part of the surviving 4. He has 2 brothers and a sister alive. He grew up as a warrior from a small age and developed a intense passion for combat. But most of all he slayed Dragons. He did it primarily to protect his people from them. He witnessed from a young age the devouring of outer villages by feral dragons too beastly to show mercy. He has lived a life to become a warrior for his people. But instead he has become a King. As he was delving into his new position after his father's death (from current time 10 years ago) he learned diplomacy and other political social strengths. He spent his life without expecting to be this high up and takes it with a grain of salt. While powerful as he well knows he has weaknesses. He has been tempted by the beautiful and elegant more times than he would admit. Some times he makes his mistakes disappear to keep a good standing.

His training with the man who claimed to be Lord Akuro came when he was tasked with eliminating the source of dragons on that island. His men died and he sat alone stranded. However a robed individual who was burned severely underneath took care of him. This man claimed to be Lord Akuro, and was soon to die. Before he died he said he would help Magnix. Not escape the island but to become strong enough to leave on his own. After his training was completed which took ten years this mysterious man crumbled to ash and blew away in the breeze. That was the start of the sense from Magnix that he was experiencing fate. He took a dragon he had been raising from an egg since he began his training and flew himself back to his home.

Magnix has been curious as to the origins of their species. He has been promoting the libraries of history and funding expeditions to ancient lands. What he has discovered has brought about his recent seclusion. He now brings sorcerers and mystics to royal lodgings. He also pursues a relationship with the Queen of Gaia. Their meetings are mostly in secret, posing as political talks.
Trivia: He has a few illegitimate children he does not see.

Fotian Soldiers & Guards

Armor is made from various Dragon hides often combined and then painted anything close or related to red. They carry and are good with automatic rifles, rifles, flame throwers, explosives, swords, shields, and hand to hand combat. All Guards and Soldiers have undergone at least a single 10 year campaign under the Fotian armada. These campaigns dealt with clearing areas within their territories outside of the kingdom of any sentient dangers. They have proficient accuracy in wielding firearms due to training under marksmen of Fotia under their ten year period. This is also true for their sword & shield skills, including martial arts. All must be able to resist flame to join the Fotian guard, undergoing training in constant heat. Must be born in Fotia and considered a legal resident.

Fotian Elite Soldiers

[Rai]

Gaia

Queen Allo Niscent of Gaia

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Quote: "Jewels pale in comparison."
Name: Allo Niscent
Age: 80
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 100% Oro
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 6'0
Weight: 170 ibs
Physical appearance:
Despite Being a Oro she has no wings. Her body is slender and her flesh appears soft and delicate. Her horns and scales however are bright and luxurious like polished stone. Her visible scales are clear and white like diamonds. Her form commands a sense of purity, luxury, and feminine power.
Apparel: She wears her studded gowns and other royal jewelry to bring out her very own natural brilliance. Her choice of colors are mostly white and clear like the diamonds on her very flesh.
Vehicle:
Personality: A bit snobby. She delights in pleasantries and rare experiences. However she is down to earth and has a warriors spirit. Her love of being pampered stems from her love for her people and their undying devotion.
Occupation: Acting Queen of Gaia.
Faction:

Pet

A rare beast never seen beyond the gentle hands of the Queen. Its very scales are like shimmering diamonds


Name- Dimante
Height- Stands at 10 feet. Length is at 20 feet without tail. Which adds another 10 feet.
Weight- Over 6k
Age- 35
Sex- Female
Personality- A ferocious beast tamed by only the Queen. It acts as her protector and due to such it is very antisocial and lives to only eat, sleep and be by its masters side at all times.
Equipment - A jeweled mount for riding.
Abilities/Powers- Its scales are as hard and smooth as diamonds. Its radiant scales allow it to withstand much damage. It has teeth that match its scales and rips through even armored Oro flesh like butter. It also has great flight speed, able to break sound barriers.

Adv. App.:
Exp: Until the age of 20 she had no experience with weaponry. All of her great early victories in combat did not involve a weapon of her own. She used dragons to fight and she did so very well. Mastering strategy games was her passion since childhood. This makes her a formidable tactician as she has played a form of chess with many great minds across royalties. Since she was 20 she trained with a spear and light shield. Her master was her father. A royal guard for Gaia who knew just how much strength was commanded of their supreme leader. She trained hard and well. Becoming able to defend herself in sparring matches against her father. When she completed the trials and became Queen she began training from age 22 onward. Her new master was the previous King's Royal guard trainer. Her skills with spear and shield became formidable even to masters. Since she became Queen at 22 she was also trained in using her soul. She always enjoyed the beauty of stones, but not she could mold them. Learning to harden and soften earth matter. She also learned to control wind, but to a lesser extent but still very powerful. Her master was a Dragon that lived on the peak of the mountain. Through out her time as queen she trained with spears. The spear of choice she used was the one bestowed upon the supreme ruler. She learned how to tap into its manipulating properties and has been mastering it ever since.

Spells: She can summon her spear from a open portal whenever she chooses. She can open portals around the spear to allow it to pierce whatever is within a mile radius of her and within her sight. Effectively striking from any angle she wishes even from a distance.

She can open a portal to where ever she wishes that she has previously visited with her spear but it suspends the spear from her grasp for as long as it remains open.
She can summon wind or earth from wherever she wishes by tapping into her soul. The larger the amount the more soul she can produce. She can even summon weapons made from different metals or earth.

Abilities/Powers: Her diamond like scales are as hard as steel. Her other not so noticeable scales are softer and is seamless with her delicate flesh. But she can harden her entire body to the point her entire form is more resistant to damage than steel and instead becomes much like diamonds. Her very form shimmers when she activates this to its full capacity.

Hindrances: Despite her thin frame she weighs a decent amount due to her density making her stamina only average. Her love of the flawless makes her so unwilling to be hurt or dirtied she will have a loss of mind if ever nicked or smudged.
Unknown Weaknesses: She has a relaxed and game like attitude to battle. Much too often she does not grasp the seriousness of battle even if to the death.
Weapons: Heaven's Peace - A 3 foot long handle and a 5 foot blade. It is virtually unbreakable. It was made from the bones and claws of the Dragon lord, which claimed to be a god. It can bestow the wielder the ability to open portals to past places. Also it allows the wielder to open small portals for its blade to enter through. It also has seals on it to make it vanish if touched by anyone not the leader of Gaia. For this it is said the weapon harbors the will of Gaia, alluding to it having a mind of its own.

Appearance

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History:
She was born in a decent family. The closest to royalty was her father whom merely worked as a guard for some of the royals. He was a stern man who made sure to keep his several children in check. He trained his sons to be strong warriors like him and his daughters to be servants. But it all changed when his daughter Allo began to grow. She had a natural beauty unlike even her sisters. This coupled with her love and charm of feral Dragons. He soon began to change his outlook on the male female dynamic as she grew older. She commanded her first feral at such a young age that it was like her very essence directed the beasts. Her accomplishments soon outweighed her very own brothers and without a single day of training from her father. This made him very proud of her. But she would only continue to astound her family.

She spent her time beyond studying training dragons for people to ride. Through her travels to tame more exotic dragons however she found her passion for using dragons to protect people. As a group of slavers using ferals as weapons to attack a village below the mountains she used her charm to turn the ferals and save the village time for help to arrive. She continued her studies at home with private teachers and soon found herself the recipient of special treatment from many. It was not until her 20th birthday did she learn why. She was to join the trials to become queen.

The trials were among the most beautiful of Oro women who had rare features. One looked like ruby, one sapphire, and so on. She was the diamond. The trial for King was among the strongest and wise Oro men who too had rare features. The first trial for the Queen was much like the trial for King, with combat, and in this she was besting the others. The final trial was for the victors to approach the legendary dragon of diamond scales. Its kind is only alive within the halls of Gaia's kingdom and as such is the final judge of their leader. Even more so it was the pet of the previous King and Queen. It sniffed her well and soon found its ferocious presence calmed. It turned to the would be King and after a few strong wiffs it bellowed a strong sneeze. It then opened it's jaws and nipped off the head of the ambitious man. He did not pass but she did. After this no man was willing to attempt the trial for King and most decided after some time a Queen ruling alone was not bad.

Her time as Queen was spent honing herself. She was instructed by the wise ones of the mountains to seek the tip and meet the teacher who could move mountains. She found the journey easier with the help of her companion, the dragon that placed her in her position. But it was beyond the clouds. Soon she found another mountain top to climb. However, as it moved she was startled to see that the massive shadow above the mountains tip was a massive dragon clinging to the mountain. To make things worse it did not speak any language. It simply shook everything and whipped around winds like pure chaos. Yet she did not return down the mountain and neglect her duty. She instead challenged its power with hers and began to, through trial and error, learn how to communicate with this Godly beast.

After many years of going and leaving the mountain tops she was honed in her power. Yet she mentions how weak she is to her master no matter how hard she tries. Her old dragon companion died and its body was turned to armor for her. But she does not wear it unless it is necessary. She raised its offspring to be her new companion and she loves how loyal it is to her. Her years growing has taught her many lessons in ruling and yet she does not take it at all too seriously. She mostly sees herself as an idol to be worshiped and does her duty to be so and a large part of it is helping her people become as flawless as her. Since she has become Queen her troops are more diverse and tactical yet she tries to keep Gaia a secluded place from too many travelers. Preserving its mystery and beauty.

She has had many men wanting to become her King. Though her status makes most royalties beneath her. Her wealth is rarely matched by any other. So her interest in Magnix is from a sense of equality. His legendary status makes him a match in her mind. However she does not want to risk her people or her power for a relationship.

Trivia: She has a newborn child kept in secret.

Gaia's Guards & Soldiers

Gaia's Elite

[Rai]

Tearianaris

Queen Tydra Nept of Tearianaris

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Quote: "Life on land is incredibly dull."
Name: Nydra Nept
Age: 40
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 100% Lassa
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Bisexual
Height: 5'8
Weight: 135
Physical appearance:

Armored

unarmored

Her body is toned and her legs and arms are even more so. Giving her a sharp almost male like aura of strength and speed.

Apparel: Her typical clothing consists of very little beyond the most private covering. This and her wet suite for entering her Advanced App is all she typically wears. At times she is forced into ornamental attire to address the public and royalties. But she is not interested in clothing beyond her armor. Which is made from sea serpents capable of withstanding the pressures of the deep crevices below their ocean. Sharp and elegant it is highly resistant to damaging spells. The encrypted markings that shimmer in the light on the armor is the source of the this power and relies on the wearer's soul to power this defense mechanism.

God's presence -
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A medallion that sits around her neck at all times. It grants the holder the power to control gravity around them and where they choose to point their influence. It was created from one of the eyes of the Dragon lord who called himself a God.

Vehicle: orig08.deviantart.net/aa55/f/2015/233/..
A two seated vehicle for basic transport on land and in water. It hovers over the earth and is capable of low altitude flight. It is capable of moving up to 60 mph. It can transport a Advanced App.

Personality: She is head strong long any typical leader. However she does not as much as lead as much as use her status to her advantage. She is obsessed with the oceans and loves the calm silent waves. She is energetic and loves to challenge her close companions, guards and such, to games or feats. She has a air of tomboyishness, but her elegance remains a strong presence. Her rowdy nature is hidden from the majority of her people. Making her able to switch from her usual adventurous self to a more sharp and cold Queen. This side of her negates her outgoing charm and replaces it with a cunning determined demeanor. Often seen in battle and when she is in front of royalties or annoyed. She has a love for all technology and dislikes the world on land due to their lack of achievements in this field beyond transport and weapons. As such she loves music made from tech.

Faction: Slight affiliation with the Magoi
Pet:

Adv. App.:

Ocean Wake

Height- 5 meters
Metal base- New Magnesium Alloy
Type - Light
Power source- The source comes from a sphere within the chest. It is water infused with Tydra's soul essence. It stores the essence after she infuses it within the water and heats the water to power it with steam heat and soul. Engine inside the shoulders produces electricity as support power.
Equipment -
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Top - Rage - A auto rifle that fires rapid rounds powered by electricity and steam.
Bottom - Calm - A rifle that fires single shot rounds with rail gun like force. It has multiple attachments for long ranged sniping for up to 30 miles or closer ranged battle which requires mobile use. It is powered the same as Rage except with the addition of soul essence.
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The Heretic - The weapon is created from the bones of a legendary sea dragon that can resist the pressures of high gravity. It is a 3 metered sized weapon.
3. Water boosters - Using Tydra's water conjuring and its use of water as fuel it can release its stored water as a powerful booster. Capable of propelling it at mach speeds both underwater and in air.

Exp: Tydra's early years were spent studying various schooling subjects. She did well in her classes but excelled in mathematics. She had a love for technology and was delighted by the idea of one day being a technician or engineer. She learned how to create motors from disassembled materials at the age of 10. She began working with technicians at energy plants at the age of 15. She learned how to create and operate Advanced Apps at the age of 17 and learned from brilliant mechanics within the royal armies network.
When she was 18 the trials began and after she became Queen at age 18 she began training in the ancient ways and learned to manipulate water as well as spells. She also trained with the use of her medallion given only to the Queen of Tearianaris. But she neglected her studies of mastering her soul and instead focused on mastering her control over Advanced Apps. She learned from the best marksmen on how to shoot both in her mechanized suite and out. She also learned the use of sword, spear and shield from royal guards. Her weapon of choice being something similar to a harpoon. For obvious uses on her voyages. After many years of combining all of her training she was able to do casting, manipulations and control her medallions special gifts while in her very own machine. She underwent many death defying adventures with her honed abilities. Thanking her many masters for making a simple tech head to a power house Queen.

Spells: Lightning - She can summon a luminescent rune from where she wishes within a yard radius around her and conjure lightning from these runes.
Ice - She can summon a rune to conjure and emit cold and ice from. Like opening a portal to a icy world. She can launch pure ice as projectiles.
Gravity - She has learned to control gravity around her and others she touches using her medallion's gift. She can increase or decrease her weight and whatever she wears or is around her body. She can target an area within her sight range and manipulate the gravity around it for very short increments of time.
Siren's call - She can sing a song that casts a hypnosis spell on those who hear it. It makes the listener a devoted servant much like a puppet.
Water summon - Her final rune spell conjures varying amounts of water from it.

Abilities/Powers:
She can manipulate water and heals quite fast from being in it. She can swim at incredible speeds and has strength and speed in combat that bests even her strongest guards. Her stamina is almost limitless in water and quite high on land. She knows how to manipulate water in ways not many of her kind could imagine, such as slicing metal with water. She can manipulate almost any liquid substance one being blood. Her blood can be shifted to mimic the rapid adrenaline Tyro's feel. She can even manipulate liquid that is within something, such as the blood in ones body, if she is touching it. But with water she can control that freely up to a mile distance. She can breathe both air and water.

Hindrances: She is more fragile than other high caliber Lassa and as such needs to wear something to protect her. If ever one got underneath her protection she will be delicate. Her medallion is precious to her and if ever removed without her knowledge she will go into a fit of tears and depression, losing her warrior's spirit.
Unknown Weaknesses: She focuses on powerful attacks when not in her more cunning mode. Using up most of her resources quickly. She thinks she is the best at everything and is quite cocky.

Weapons: Lancer - A blue lance made from steel and sea stone. Its blade is edged with sapphire. It's design is meant to penetrate flesh and hook in with its jagged sides.
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A gun fueled with heated water. It requires the power of the user's soul to heat the tank of water within. It fires whatever projectile she places in it. Typically it is steel or sea stone tipped.

History: She and her sister were twins at birth yet both were entirely different in character. Tydra was the the athletic and science intrigued her. While her sister Thala was a book reader, a singer and song writer and had an affinity to charming sea dragons with her songs. They both loved each other and were always together when their interests didn't separate them. Their mother and father were royal workers in the science fields. So naturally Tydra being the one closer to their parents made Thala a bit of a black sheep within the Nept home. Despite this they were all very close. As they grew older the word of the trials for Queen was coming. The Queen before had died from a assassination in which no culprit has been found as of yet (current game time). As word got out about Thala's singing voice she was tested in front of Royalties and confirmed her gift. She was subject as a unique pure Lassa and as such would be on the line to be next Queen, as the earlier one had no heirs. Tydra did not want her sister to go alone so she managed to convince her parents to help convince the Royalties to let her try out to protect her sister. Her plan worked and she was placed on trial for Queen.

The trials were tests of knowledge and the siren's call, as well as skill in surviving danger. It was held entirely beneath the waters. They were faced before different tiers of sea dragons and sang their songs. If they failed the Dragon would either swim away or try to devour the siren. They had to know which Dragon liked what kind of song and figuring that out was Tydra's job. Her and her sister sang in unison when they could but Thala took control of the majority of the singing. When things got dangerous Tydra helped her sister stay alive even to the degree of spearing a feral which was not part of the trial, in the eye and then making an escape. Tydra was stronger than her sister physically and mentally.

However when it came to the final test they found themselves to be the only two remaining who did not fail. Her and her sister had to go to some surface stones assembled in massive columns in the middle of the sea. Rising from behind the columns was a terrible sea dragon, massive in scale and summoned its own storm and waves with it. It looked disturbed from some kind of slumber and did not entirely notice the girls. Its presence however was frightening to the say the least. The tides would sweep them off the stones and they would have to climb back up. But her and her sister began to sing in unison and grasped the beasts attention. However it roared with a thunderous echo in reply and only caused a larger wave to crash into them. After climbing back up once more Tydra stopped singing and let her sister do it alone. She sang a song of peace and calm to put the beast back to sleep. Her song echoed like the Sirens of legend and began to calm the waves and winds around her. She began to feel into the Dragon's essence and read its very mind. It eyed her sister Tydra and launched at her. Tydra was falling asleep herself and did not notice what was happening. All she remembers is being knocked into the water and swimming back to the stones to find a puddle of blood on the stone she was on, calm waters, the beast and her sister was gone.

Tydra was pronounced Queen reluctantly by her own guilt and the royals that knew she did not have the true Siren's call Thala did. She went ahead with being Queen anyway to honor her sister by doing what her sister would have done if she did not save her. Though she is not the greatest Queen she continually tries to help her people become richer in materials and advancements. She also searches the deep constantly for the Dragon that killed her sister.

Trivia: She loves EDM.

Tearianaris Guards & soldiers

Tearia's Elite Soldiers

[Rai]

Nero

King of Nero Sleeth Mythue

Theme : youtube.com/watch?v=C0li4N9EQY4

Quote: The best Kill is the one Unseen Unheard and Unnoticed even by the victim.
Name: Sleeth "Kaine" Mythue
Age: 69
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 100% Nayu
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Homo
Height: 6'3
Weight: 189
Physical appearance:
Wearing a light form of armor crafted from basilisk hide. His clothing giving more form to his lean muscled body underneath. A helmet covers his eyes allowing him the sharp sound vision of the blind at all times.
Apparel: light armor that protects well even against projectile fire from a pistol bullet. It covers his forearms, shoulder chest, back abdomen and shins. He wears black leather as pants that covers his feet as well with thick soles for protection on all terrain.
Vehicle:
Personality: Sleeth hates having to repeat himself because of this he has become cold and distant in his words and way of treating people to the point that he even slowed down his way of speech to keep from having to do so. His temperament is more towards unyielding no one is above him in his mind he would talk down to a god if he was challenged in a way that would put him down.
Occupation: King of Nero
Faction: Dolofon
Pet:

Exp:
Sleeth Was trained since birth to take the throne. He fought tirelessly training in stealth and the ways of killing, the way of a true assassin, from the time he could comprehend what death meant Sleeths first master was his father A master of the elite guards the personal guards of the king.His father taught him to fight as the guards do never take an opponent for granted go at them full force from the start and set the pace of war he never said battle always war.

Having his father as his First and most difficult trainer Sleeth had to learn the hard way how to command his powers given to him by blood. His father and mother who is of pure blood both taught him the ways of his body and mind so as to control and not harm himself with his own power. He was seen as a prodigy with e skills of the blood line before the age of thirteen he had mastered the use of invisibility shadow and sound manipulation and by fifteen he had developed them into his own craft making shadows solid like stone and sound tear like a blade with just a snap of his fingers. His highest achievement in his life and in his family history was becoming the youngest to pass the kings test at the age of eighteen ,allowing him to keep his sight, not long after mastering the shadow stepping blood line skill.

Being trained in the ways of the blade is natural of the Nayu but his Weapon was special it was handed to him by the former king himself. After Sleeth was given the right to ascend to the throne passing each test and killing all others that could have taken his place or chances the king gave him the weapon of the King the great Scythe made from the horns of The Great Dragon. This weapon can only be passed down by the king and can only be held by the king and soon the training started o master both it's beauty and death bringing presence.

Sleeth created the faction know as "Dolofon" to gain access to the angelic blood that he both loved and craved above all others.

After becoming King he took his time developing his own power to retain the throne till his dying day. Taking the title of King seriously He based all of the Spells he learned over command and control to take the will from his opponents and crush them on all Levels

Spells:

Kings Domain: Sleeth Summons a circle of shadow around him extending up to twenty feet from his location Moving with him as he moves but only where his body is keeping him as the center. Within this Domain he has absolute control over shadows ignoring the powers of other shadow manipulators and or taking control of there power while in the area. If the domain is created in a room with little or no light the domain takes control of all things in the area of darkness allowing command over all shadows in the room but not outside it unless the room is entered by Sleeth and matches the same conditions. (No other spells can be cast while in this is active. Also Must be able to speak to cast the spell. If his concentration is broken by strong stimuli such as damage or strong distraction the spell is broken and cannot be used till he gains composure.)

Kings Pressure: While in the sight of the King you are placed under the Pressure of your own blood making every inch of the Enemies body feel like Lead. Manipulating the Vibrations created by the heartbeat of his opponent Sleeth creates the illusion that the world around them is crushing them and that the pressure is being created by the sheer power of the King. ( If out of the sight of the King the effect is null and void since the illusion is broken "Out of sight out of mind" the same goes for if the opponent runs away since "fight or flight" is kicked into a higher gear as if escaping from a predator. The Closer the King is to he person or People in his sight the stronger the effect.)

Abilities/Powers:

Solid Shadow Hand-less manipulation: Wishing to advance the shadow manipulation that his clan can do naturally Sleet wished to advance his shadow manipulation to make it faster and far more solid. By Manipulating and condensing shadows he can create weapons and walls from the darkness. The weight of the things crafted does not affect him but does affect the person it is being used against. Having matured his powers He can do the manipulation with out moving his body making it seems as if the shadows are alive and protecting the king of it's own will.

Sound Bullet/Cutter/Cannon: Focusing his mastery of the sound manipulation Sleeth has developed a means at which to shoot condensed waves of sound that enter the body and vibrate violently afterwards damaging the insides of the opposition avoiding armor and hardened skins the only warning of the attack is the sound that happens before the actual strike. ( The bullet is Created by snapping his fingers the Cutter is Crafted by snapping his fingers and dragging his hand through the air and the cannon is done by clapping his hands together with great force. The Target struck by the attack(s) is damaged on the inside affecting muscles, bones, and blood vessels showing no damage on the outside.)

Hindrances: Never changes his mind once he gets a thought in his head it takes almost death to make him reconsider.
tends to protect the weak that have not done him wrong.
Unknown Weaknesses: Has a thing for pretty men.
His mothers Death would send him to war with any and all.
Weapons: Kings Scythe ( An enchanted weapon that thirsts for blood so much that if cut by it's blade the Victim dies thirty minuets after from the sheer power that flows through the weapon like venom.)
History: Sleeth as a child as a guard and as king gained many titles and as for history it is found in his achievements and his wondrous deeds. As all men that will themselves he under took the task to become the next King of the Nayu for his people did not care for blood or the rights of the children of kings but the power and the lengths that the next king will go to prove himself to the one before. Few pure bloods lasted long if they did not try for the throne or at least pass the test of the king many fled the kingdom others became slaves blind working the mines far far below their sight taken for failure. He passed the first test the test of the king to be allowed the rights to learn the final skill of the Nayu people the power to walk in shadows soon it was time for the test of skill kill a person of interest. As a true test of his power Sleeth chose the Previous the Queen of the Lassa "mother to the Current Queen Nydra Nept" He raped her and using a magic given to him by his mother to record the memory he showed it to the King as proof of his loyalty and willingness to go as far as need be to win. After Passing the final test which much to his pleasure was to kill any and all other participants he was crowned king and given the Weapon of the king. Now some 35 years later he still sits on his throne unwilling to give it up not till he feels his body grow weak then Like the kings before him he shall roam deep into the caves and die in a death embrace with the beast that lurk below.

Trivia: Loves to Cook...Had dreams of becoming a Baker in his younger years.

Nero's Guards & Soldiers

Nero's Elite

[Rai]

The Agency

All for one. One for all.

The one

Sygma

Quote: "There is only one thing to know everything about you. I am going... to smoke you..."
Name: Sygma
Age: 36
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 6'2
Weight: 180
Physical appearance:
Apparel: He wears a Agency jump suite with its tactical equipment. Vest, bag of necessaries, gun holster, boots and several other minor utilities.
Personality: Laid back. Enjoys death metal. A resourceful individual who is care free but responsible enough to lead a team.
Occupation: Agency Team Leader ATL
Faction: Agency
Exp: His combat training has been completed for several years and he enlisted within the Agency at 23. He now has experienced many battles of the supernatural kind. Although he has no known abilities he is tiered with the highest Agency members. His skills with a dagger and pistol is one of the best in the known world of mankind. As he has needed it to defeat creatures no normal man would be able to defeat. He has suffered many wounds however and is hardened in battle.
Spells: none
Abilities/Powers: none
Hindrances: He has no specific hindrances.
Unknown Weaknesses: He has a weakness to helping others and will risk himself in order to do so. He has no powers and yet is fearless putting himself in harms way even more so.
Weapons: A medium sized hunting dagger and a Desert eagle.
History: Growing up in Portugal Sygma had a relatively normal life. Immediately after highschool he joined the military and rose in rank over the years. Soon he was recognized and was asked to join the Agency. He first was a front man. Someone to make the Agency seem normal and legitimize its standing. But he later found out about it through his time working with them and was promoted within their ranks. He has led many different teams with varying degrees of success. He has now been assigned this team and the mission of uncovering the portal.
Trivia: He is the only normal human within the Agency who is okay to go on missions of high importance.

The All

Alan Johnes

Quote: "Cope with it, kid...", "Quit it...", "I told you so..."

Name: Alan Johnes
Age: 43
Species: Human
Blood%: 100% Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Casually Hetero, but with his level-headidness on everything, he seems like an asexual.
Height: 176 cm (1,76m)
Weight: 75 kg

Physical appearance:

My Hider

Alan is in top shape for his age. His body is well-built, with sword and bullet scars on his arms and torso, received from battle simulations and extensive training sessions. He is marked with a tattoo on his right wrist with the phrase "Acta Non Verba(Deeds, not words)". Alan dons a goatee, which, along with his hair, is totally white. He misses an eye, because of a mission. He has the typical wrinkles for a man of his age, but he is considered charming, as one would say.
Apparel: Impact-absorbing armor, composed of body armor, gloves and boots. The armor is made from highly-advanced, synthetic polymers, which make the armor bulletproof and resistant (to a degree) to physical damage. The armor is NOT Heat or Cold Resistant and NOT Spell-Resistant. No headgear. Wears an eyepatch
Vehicle: None.

Personality: Alan has, despite the environment he grew up, many redeeming qualities, most of them coming from experience. Patient and collected, he is usually the last man to speak in a conversation, wanting to listen the opinions of others first, so he can make fair judgements. He is usually honest, knowing that a painful truth will help someone more than a well-thought lie. A good listener, Alan is always available to listen to someone's problem and help out as long as he is capable of doing so. However, Alan is not opening out to others easily and his fundamendal principle is to not trust anyone, mainly due to his line of work. His hobbies inlude reading and training to keep in shape.
Occupation: Special agent of the secret agency. Also participated in other agencies' missions.
Faction: None
Pet: None
Adv. App.: None
Exp: Blade Specialist. Alan is an expert on any kind of sword. He received training from the Headquarters of the secret agency from a very young age. His blades or not, only one word can describe him...lethal. Up to this point, not a single human target escaped Alan's sword.
Spells: None
Abilities/Powers: Bio-engineering: Lesser Accelerated Healing Factor: Alan can instatly heal from minor wounds and he can recover from lethal injuries within days, as long as he doesn't die. Keen Senses: Alan's senses are more than an ordinary human could ever achieve. His eyesight and hearing have perceptive qualites second to none (human). His reaction time is good enough to dodge bullets and avoid hits from even the highest trained personel in the agency.

Hindrances: First of all, he is 100% human. That means, he dies, simple as that. Second, without his weapons, although proficient, Alan cannot fight against the threats of Protogonos. Third, his lack of experience first hand about what he is about to face could prove fatal, but, on the other hand, being too cautious could also prove lethal, since he has to be constantly on his feet.
Unknown Weaknesses: Using mind-affecting spells to relive past memories could cause severe trauma to him. Some poisons could also affect him more than normal, due to his altered biology (I leave the second one to the GM's descretion)
Weapons: A specially crafted katana. The katana Alan wields is synthesized from an unknown to the rest of the world alloy, making it unbreakable (as far as the agency believes) and capable of cutting even the hardest of known alloys.

History: Alan's brief history could be summed in two words. Genetic experiment. He is the result of a combination of many experiments on bio-engineering and genetic enhancements, along with selective breeding between former guinea pigs. After many years, Alan came out on top as the biggest success of the agency. An enhanced human, with abilites unparalleled to his kind. Starting from as soon as he could remember, Alan's life was consisting of strictly three things: Extensive physical training regimes, lessons on tactics and strategies and polishing all the skills an assassin would need. At age 15, Alan decided to put his knowledge to use and escape the agency, so he could see the life outside of it, with success. He managed to sneak out of the agency and run away. After 3 years spent running, he evacuated to the countryside, in an isolated village, where he met Sarah, the teacher of the village. It was with her, that he developed a passion for reading, that he eventually came to understand others' feelings, but, more importantly, he learned about love. Eventually he and Sarah married, but, aged 26 now, Alan lived a tragedy. He returned, only to see the village burnt, the citizens all dead and the only building still intact being the school. Arriving there, members of the agency had Sarah and the children captives. Pleading to spare their lives, Alan agreed to return to the Agency, but, as a reminder, the members of the agency killed every single one of the children and took Sarah away. Accepting his fate, Alan, heartbroken and shaken, returned to the agency, turning into the killing machine he was made to be. The only thing that kept him sane was the hope that Sarah would still be alive and that he would meet her again. The remaining 17 years of Alan's life consisted of honing his abilites to the fullest and carrying out missions for his secret agency, along with other agencies from time to time. Now, he is sent to Protogonos to assist finding the treasure his agency wants.

Trivia:

• Alan is playing with his goatee whenever he is thinking.
• Alan never leaves the eyes of his target open.
• His Blood Type is A-.
• Although never in the mood to do so, Alan has an exceptionally good voice for singing.
• The theory behind the experiments made of Alan, also included minimizing energy consumption. That's why, Alan was made to not do some basic functions that consumed even the slightiest of energy consumption like sneezing, snoring and yawning!!

Lance Thire

Quote: The three of us will not be satisfied.
Name: Lance thire
Age: 17
Species: Human
Blood%: Human
Gender: Male
Sex Preference:Bi
Height: 6'0
Weight: 178
Physical appearance:
Apparel: Raine Wears a heat resistant set of cloths refusing to wear the gear that the other guys wear.
Vehicle:
Personality: Seeing as lance has three each one will be listed.

Lance he is at the moment emotionless and direct he only cares to preserve his life and wishes to be left alone if spoken to he will only speak back if it is needed.

Ice is a bubbly type he likes to talk and be active in life but he is not without his cold side even his words cut with an ice blade if he is driven to that point.

Slaughter is a foul mouthed blood crazed fool that only thinks to devastate everything in his path.

Occupation:
Faction: You may choose a faction or not.
Pet:
Adv. App.: Only those with experience with fighting in elite squadrons on either Fotia or Tearianaris. IG
Exp: Lance was created for the job of being the perfect human killer so as such he was given extensive training in gun play and CQC (Close Quarters Combat) along with most weapons and there practical and battle based uses. His mind was molded for espionage and infiltration.
Spells:
Abilities/Powers:
Electrical Manipulation: Lance has built with the ability to manipulate electricity in both of it's base forms to create powerful attacks and effects in and outside of his body.

Crafted Warrior : As a genetically created human his body is built to withstand large amounts of damage and recover at an accelerated pace cuts can heal in moments broken bones in days fatal wounds if treated can heal in hours untreated dead like anyone else.

Accelerator: By focusing on the currents of electrical energy in his body he can force his body to react faster then normal this puts a great stress on his body the longer used and if used to long can over load his heart.

Drain: Lance can feed off the electrical energy of living and material things absorbing it to increase his power output or rate of healing.
Weapons: Tesla Gauntlets: A pair of Titanium Gauntlets that generate an virtually infinite Source of electrical energy that lance can use as a catalyst for his attacks so as to not rely on his own body as a constant source. Due to a design flaw lance can't drain electrical power from it or it may crash and become useless

History: Lance is a creation. From the moment of his conception he was to be formed into a weapon perfect the first of many ,or so he was told, he was the prototype but he came out far better then was planned but I am going to far ahead lets start at his birth. The day he was born was not Recorded they simply planned to give him and age based on the way he looked at the end of the process. From the moment he was pulled from the womb he was taken to surgery to begin the building process binding the body with special materials to grow as he grows to make him stronger make him live longer anything they could think to stuff into the body of a newborn to watch how it worked.
Over the next few years he developed quickly he was only three years of age but had the body of a five year old walking and talking in full sentences as he was taught to and that's when the real experiments began the painful shots and surgeries done with no anesthesia he screamed and cried till one day his brain snapped and the pain was gone he stopped crying he stopped felling pain his creators saw this as a breakthrough, a way to start the battle training, over the next years he was crushed and beaten till he had gained the skills to kill a man without weapons. Once he was big enough they began on the perfection surgeries making him look just the way they saw him in their visions slim hiding well crafted muscles under a weak looking body to make him the perfect assassin.

As time went on it became clear that when his Subconscious wiped pain from his mind it also took his emotions so as a way to get them back they went to hypnotism to create them as an alternate self as a result they made two different personalities one to contain the emotions needed to be social when trying to gain access to a facility or a group. He was taught the ways of the world how to talk walk and blend in anywhere even how to please both men and women sexually if it was deemed necessary to get where he needed to so as to accomplish the mission. The other Personality was built of pure carnage and destruction a last resort to crush anything in his way made as a fail safe to protect the investment that billions had been poured into.

Each personality was made to awaken to a code word a trigger one to match the signature that was branded into there eyes. One had eyes of a glacier blue which seemed to bury cold into the very core of your body he was code named "Ice" And was summoned by that very word. The other had eyes of the purest Crimson eyes that matched his activation name "Slaughter". The time had come for his molders to finish him and activate the last component of his body. The final surgery was finished and his powers had be activated the thing that was implanted from birth and crafted to advance over time, living copper, and now it was done the next few years had been spent only training him to use the powers that had become one with his body. The final test was now coming the field test he was now the perfect slave a creature crafted to do as he was told obey orders without question but now he was to take the last examination the last of the hypnotism tests required. Once asleep he seemed to wake up in the same room the big white room he had spent endless days siting waiting for the pain to come back and visit him and sitting in the room with him two boys identical to him sat. They began to speak in unison the same words "They are making us real making us separate from you separate from one another we will be free but sealed." then one stopped speaking the one with blue eyes continued while pointing to a black box in the middle of the room "This is all the pain you have held in you once we are free we can be ourselves but we both want to protect you." the blue eyes boy stopped speaking and the red eyed one spoke again his voice full of hate and malice this time not like it was before devoid of emotion and even. "We will free your mind just this once so you may free your body." Then the boys spoke in unison the voice was now soft and sweet but with blades of ice trickling off the edges. "We will open this box and let you exact your revenge but with one wish you lets us protect you" A grin on their faces "Your mind is not built for the word so we shall protect you so you can keep this box closed so many times we have had to hold it shut and keep you contained so that you could grow and become what you could be but now it is our turn to truly protect you we will let the pain flow back to you so that you may make it flow back to them show them all of your pain you will be a spear a LANCE!" As the last words trickled from their lips the box sprang open and a black wave washed over him and poured into his body. On the outside a single tear had flallen from his now metallic purple eyes doctors had begun examining his eyes and saw it as a reaction to the other brands then it happened a sound like metal ripping flew from the lips of Lance as the doctors flew in all directions lightning like bolts flew from his body ripping the devices from him. One by one killed the doctors and as he killed each one more tears fell from his eyes.

This continued as he made his way up from the underground facility he killed each and every person that even thought to look at him in a way that would make him think they planned to stop him. One floor made him pause though he passed a window and saw a room full of kids playing and saw a number tattooed on the side of their neck each one a double digit then he remembered he saw the same mark on him the number double Zero he could not take the thought of more but before he could act more guards came from the floor above him and he had to run but he caught a glimpse of something as he turned one kid looked him dead in his eyes grinned and waved as Lance ran away from the window he had the number Zero-one on his neck. After several hours Lance made to the main floor and walked now covered head to toe in blood outside to find himself in the middle of a dock he saw this and fell to his knees and cried his emotions all fell out he howled like a child in brutal pain and glee the sun which he had only seen in pictures and the cool breeze he had never felt before made him so happy. Then all at once it all shut down and in his mind he heard them both. "The contract his hereby activated you who have experienced an true wonder of the world and have gotten your revenge shall now be protected by the two of us." Lance did not care he was content it was at least for now over. The next few months had been hard Ice had taken over as the main personality seeing as slaughter was not willing to be active unless he was trying to kill an opponent that Ice could not handle and had agreed to be the last protection for Lance and was to let Lance out if Slaughter could not win the fight. as lance can use all of the powers at the highest capacity as the main personality.

It was not long after that the 'Agency' Found him and offered him a place in there ranks offering him safety and a real life so long as he helped them. Not having many other options in his current situation and join them but keeping himself distant
Trivia: Like to poke people

Viola Galloway

Quote: "People are the worst. I'm the best example."
Name: Viola Galloway
Age: 24
Species: Human
Blood%: N/A
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Heterosexual
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180
Physical appearance:

Apparel: She always wears a jacket of some sort, jeans, brown lace up boots, and usually keeps her hair up. Wardrobe wise, has a preference for dark blue, brown, and dark/muted colors.
Vehicle: N/A
Personality: Fairly cynical with a dry sense of humor, Viola is skeptical, and has absolutely no loyalty. She is calm and chooses her words carefully, and lies infrequently, but tells the truth just as often.
Occupation: Mercenary/Freelancer
Faction: N/A
Pet: N/A
Adv. App.: N/A
Exp: From her time with the group (A small local mafia) she learn how to use firearms, self-defense, basic use of knives, how to move without being seen, espionage, and other similar skills.
Spells:
- Time Step- A complicated spell that allows the user to pause time in a small radius, creating an opportunity for the user to move freely (time to attack or run away)
- Light Step- Allows the user to walk on a thin sheet of air that acts as a solid surface,or create a small breeze to aid movement.
Abilities/Powers: N/A
Hindrances: Because of her backstory, she has an issue with people leaving her, so she always leaves first, before they can. Being human is also a huge problem, along with having little to no knowledge of what is going on, since the agency told her very little, but offered a lot.
Unknown Weaknesses: Being a Starseed, with the huge risk of falling into a coma, due to the vast number of lives she's had. Along with her skepticism, she can't take good intentions at face value. Everything is give and take for her.
Weapons: Julie- an AF2011A1 pistol that Viola always keeps in her jacket.
History: Viola was born into a well-to-do family, her father a prominent businessman, mother a model, two older brothers and one younger brother. When she was 9, her family disappeared during the night. She managed to pretend nothing was wrong for two weeks until the police showed up. They started asking questions and it became clear that her father was involved in illegal dealings, made many people angry, and ran, taking the family. Why they left her behind is unclear. As a consequence, Viola was kidnapped by one of these angry groups, hoping to get her father. Time passed with no attempts of rescue, legal or otherwise. In time, the group sent her to run errands, give messages, etc. She trained with them with firearms and basic self-defense. The jobs became more dangerous, and by the time she was 16, she was getting offers from other groups and organizations. At 18, she went freelance, taking jobs from anyone that ranged from deliveries (read: smuggling), to kidnappings, etc. Viola's goal is to find her family again and just ask them why they left her behind.
When she was 19, she met a 22 year old man at a Starbuck, and 1 year later they started a romantic relationship. He is uncomfortable with what she does, but as a upcoming politician, he doesn't have much room to talk. As of the rp, they are still steady going.
Trivia:
-She loves doing the crossword, and other word games, but hides it since it an 'old person hobby'
-Her boyfriend is the one who gave her Julie

[Rai]

Descended

Eden Niscent-Hanoxx

Quote: If Women were Dragons, I'd be more famous than my Cousin.
Name: Captain Eden Niscent-Hanoxx
Age: 57
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 60% Tyro, 40% Oro
Gender: Male
Sex Preference: Heterosexual
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 212 lbs

Physical appearance:

Caution: Hot

Description: From his Tyro blood, a fair Skin tone typical of a Tyro, but with dense scales as hard as stone from his Oro heritage. Light blue eyes and long dark reddish-brown hair from a mix of Tyro and Oro pigmentations. A tall frame and powerful build honed by training, certainly physically appealing as he flaunts it off with what little he wears. A two dense pairs of draconic horns emerge from his temples curving back slightly over his ears tucked beneath his hair, they will continue to grow overtime and are nearly impossible to break off due to his Oro heritage hardening these, along with the claws on his fingers and toes.

Apparel: Being of Tyro descent, Eden wears very little clothing. Merely an armless brassard over his right shoulder, and a red battle kilt for mobility. The lack of armor is scarcely a problem for one with a body as hard as stone, the brassard is just to prevent recoil damage when using his weapon at full potential. While he walks barefoot, a pair of bladed gauntlets are worn to help protect his hands from the heat his weapon can reach when used and useful in close-quarter combat to parry attacks.

Occupation: Captain in the Fotian Army.

Spells:

(Lesser Pyromancy) Summon Flame: A spell to conjure fire from nothing, by consuming soul essence. Useful for a variety of purposes, from utility to offensive techniques. The greater the amount of fire produced, the more essence consumed. The flames act as normal flames, unlike other pyromancy techniques which use magical flames with differential properties. This also allows them to be extinguished by non-magical means, but do not require energy from the caster to continue to burn once finding an equivalent fuel source.

(martial skill) Impossible Shot: A shot deemed impossible by others, made possible by pure skill. The ability to take a firearm one is trained in and work its mechanics as if like magic. Feats such as shooting the wings off a common gadfly at 100 paces, placing a hole in a tossed coin the at 500 paces, and silencing a screeching eagle in flight at 1000 paces, or a classic test of shooting through 12 wedding bands spaced at 100 paces each. These amazing techniques need focus and perhaps even some mental preparation to judge the distances, however a well timed shot can make all the difference.

Abilities/Powers:
Tyro 60% - Fire manipulation
Oro 40% - Rock hard hide, claws & dragon wings.

Hindrances:
Cocky: far too sure of his own abilities despite actual ability.
Short-Fuse: rather short temper makes him easily angered and goaded into foolish things.
Tyro - 40% cold blooded
Oro - 40% hard scales are heavier slowing them down including wings and hard to file claws.

Unknown Weaknesses:
Increased Cold Sensativity: more so than most Tyro due to rapid heat loss.
Freud was right: easily distracted by carnal desires.
Tyro - 60% overheats quickly.

Weapons: Eden's Gunlance

A cross of medium range and long range weapons, the Gunlance is Eden's weapon of choice. Quickly replicated and forged by Fotian blacksmiths after its effectiveness during the Dragon Wars, the standard gunlance is a standard weapon for ranked military personnel. In design, it is a steel lance, with a set of six barrel bored into the metal haft. While it trades pure strength behind the striking force due to the intricate machinery near the handle, it is this mechanism which allows the weapon to fire bullets from their barrels in a clockwise direction, six shots before requiring a reload by turning the counterweight such that the internal gearwork spins an outer ring of bullets and powder into the six chambers, loading up 30 shots total. A slowly smoldering piece of oil-cloth on a steel can be rotated into position behind the guard of the weapon is used then to individually fire each shot by igniting the powder when quickly pressed into the aligned barrel. The shots themselves are semi-accurate, although due to the design, each shot is off the actual center of the lance tip and instead fire around it which makes it both predictable and unpredictable depending on if the user rotates the lance while using it or not. All in all a useful weapon to take out enemies from a far, then use as a pike for midrange military combat.

Compared to the standard issue Gunlance, Eden's Gunlance is definitely larger. Eden has modified his Gunlance to work with his abilities, requiring no ignition method and using his spells to produce the flames needed to directly fire each round. There are additional shots and powder, doubling his shot count to 60 shots. Furthermore, a gearspring switch allows him to wind the counterweight several times to store coiled energy to reduce the need to reload manually. This allows him to use his gunlance as a gattling gun in rapid bursts of firepower by holding the lance with both hands and holding it against his brassard to resist the recoil of firing so many rounds in rapid succession. This action usually overheats the weapon easily, hence requires some protection to avoid metal burns.

Pet:

Eden's Companion

M Warning: Cute

Name- Eve
Height- 15" from head to tail, 18" wingspan, stands at about 9" tall.
Weight- about 5 lbs.
Age- 34
Sex- female
Personality- Eve is the more level-headed of the two, but just as easily flustered when Eden ends up not listening to her. She was hatched from her drakeling egg, a subspecies of tiny dragons also called 'fairy dragons' not for their size, but for their uncanny intellect, years ago by Eden on accident and has been his constant companion ever since. Almost like a sister rather than child to the boy, although she can fend her own despite her size compared to her much larger brethren. Despite her attempts, Eden often disregards her suggestions and attempts to keep him inline with the expectations of his royal bloodline. Although secretly she may be slightly jealous of the other girls Eden spends time with, wanting Eden for herself sometimes even.
Equipment - None
Abilities/Powers-
Firebreath - for her size, Eve can produce a rather disproportionate amount of flames and spew forth a large gout of fire at will. She uses ability this to roast Eden sometimes, when annoyed causing some minor discomfort but not enough to harm him to a larger degree.
Intellect - she is quite intelligent, having learned to speak and quite possible how to cast basic spells, although as of now she is just beginning to be able to create small flames which pale in comparison to her natural firebreath.

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Personality: (nothing to commit for now)
Vehicle: N/a
Faction: N/a
Adv. App.: N/a
Exp: (Not sure how this works)

History:
Decades ago, it was decided between the two nations of Fotia and Gaia that they should strengthen their relationships being neighboring kingdoms to make steps in unifying the northwest region of Edafos. It was from this that the former Lord Hanoxx's younger sister, Lady Hanoxx, and the younger brother of Queen Niscent, Lord Niscent were to be wed in a diplomatic marriage. There was no real love between them, but both expected the other to grow accustomed to one another. As Lady Hanoxx preferred the hot climate of her own kingdom, Lord Niscent chose to establish a new dwelling for them apart from the political influences of the capitols where they could be further manipulated. To the surprise of both sides of the royal families, He chose the lava chamber of Mount Emberkeen's Wake, the active volcano which shadows the industrious city of Blaze. It was an enormous undertaking to build a palace, let alone a home in such environments, and with Lord Niscent's fascination with Fotian technology and a bit of Gaian ingenuity, within seven years of their engagement, a new royal residence was completed with the blending of Gaian and Fotian design complimented with new-age technology to turn it from an inhospitable lava crater, to luxurious remote gem fully equipped with all the standards of royalty. They were wed here, as family, friends and other guests were invited to view the new royal union, and the royal courts of the future equipped with elevating stone platforms, pressure-sensitive stone doors and animated stone statues amongst the hot springs and steam baths. Everything was perfect, and upon that night they consummated their new beginnings and mixed the bloodlines.

Eden spent his childhood spoiled and pampered within the high volcano's peak. Though he was alone, for the most part, a number of domestic help did keep him company however there was little more to do once he had outgrown the numerous toys and entertainments provided to him this remotely. Thus without anyone around his age, he was isolated until one day he descended down the volcano to mingle within the town of Blaze below. The young master found himself lost in the orderly, but disheveled streets of such a city, unfamiliar with the idea of a working class, but not quite out of place after his laborious task of descending down the mountain without being caught by the house guards. Having taken the long way down, rather than the straight path, he was covered in sweat and grime, having torn much of his clothing and looking not so far different than the common rabble.

He found a life outside those stone walls which enclosed him, a newfound rebellious freedom in the forms of strangers busily going about, to and for the clockwork work cycle. Within a the three of having gone missing, the young lord had stayed several nights at the Foggy Bottom, accompanied by a taste of forbidden fruit of the fairer gender and more experiences than he had ever had in the palace life with the gruff but charming industrial workers. A carosing of mix of hard work by day, but hedonism to cure all the ailments it brought by night, of smoking, drinking, gambling, sex and whatever else it was they worked for. His new mates were shocked when the palace guards showed up to escort Eden back, all this time they had thought he had been joking about being some sort of royalty.

While he was chided for having been so rash, the experience set the tone for the rest of Eden's life, bringing up the pleasure he found below to this estate much to the disappointment of his parents, although they were too busy being summoned back and forth from each capitol for various means to manage such affairs. At such a young age he had already maintained a small harem of serving girls which tended to his desire and turned Lord Niscent's amazing mansion into a den of debauchery for his own indulgence. Of course the outcome of this was being dealt with by some more political pull and Eden's sudden enrollment into the Fotian Army, being shipped out to be trained under the watchful eye of General Zephier, the cantankerous veteran of the Dragon Wars, kept alive beyond his years by a combination of Taxian knowledge, Magoi sorcerery and overwhelmingly complex machinery which has replaced 80% of his body.

It was a difficult regime change, but the ever-resilient Eden kept his staunchly demeanor, getting away with it by birth of royal blood. Even General Zephier, decorated war veteran and outspoken rival of the Hanoxx Clan due to some feuding history, knew better than to push his limits than to openly challenge Eden and perhaps by extension the Gaia nation's royalties into a war. Not now at least, while he was beginning to build his grand army, devoted not to the King of Fotia, but to Fotia herself. A king after all, was merely the figurehead, the land and her people were the true kingdom, and it was the burden of the king to take the sword for them. Hence his gospel of loyalty to one's nation and kin, not one's king. Albeit perhaps the Hanoxx family has merely allowed him to spew his beliefs because the general public view him as a mad old man, who is useful in times of war, but having difficulties in times of relative peace.

Sometime during his training, Eden accidentally hatched Eve, to which she remained with him to this day, ever by his side as he claimed the rank of Captain, by bloodties, despite not having an actual company of men under him and setting off on a journey around the world as clearly they did not think his actions fit for royal court at home. Travelling with both Royal seals of Gaia and Fotia, a heavy bag of coins, the metaphorical clothes on his back, his trusted gunlance, and of course Eve who clung around his neck begging him to just head back home. Captain Eden Niscent-Hanoxx set off to see the world.

Cera Beorus

Quote: “I don’t bite, but Ferren will.”
Name: Cera Beorus
Age: 47
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 80% Oro, 20% Dragon
Gender: Female
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 180 lbs
Physical appearance:

*I forgot to add Dragon wings, but imagine they're there.

Apparel: Because of her Oro blood, Cera has no need for armor, so her little clothing is used mostly for style. Most of her clothing is red, to match Ferren's scales, and lined with down. Many pockets are used to store her gear. She spends most of her time with dragons, so she only covers what she needs.
Personality: Cera is kind to others and skilled at many things. However, she has spent most of her life with Dragons, and has difficulty with people skills, although quite a chatterbox. Especially to dragons.

Occupation: Royal Dragon Tamer for the Hannoxx.

Pet:

Ferren

Name- Ferren
Height- 4'9"
Weight- 310
Age- 78
Sex- Male
Personality- Ferren is an Red Frigate Dragon, a kind of drake with large claws for hunting and red scales tough as armor. Being raised by Master Kedric and Cera, she is the only family he has. Because of this, he is overly protective, and despite Cera's attempts, Ferren won't let anyone touch him but her.
Abilities/Powers- Reds are known for their breath. Although short ranged and inaccurate any further that 10 feet, Ferren's belly is a raging inferno. His fire is capable of melting nearly anything.

Exp: She was trained by her adopted father, Master Kedric. From her time as his apprentice she learnt how to train dragons and control them. Her Dragon blood may help, and can speak Draco.

Spells:
Sleep spell - This spell is normally used to calm down fierce Dragons, but it can also be used on nearly anything else. It causes the affected person to become extremely drowsy, mellowing them out as they sleep.

Blood:
Oro 60% - Her skin as as hard as stone, and her hands have claws. She can use ground detection as a sort of radar for anything in contact with the earth. When in battle she may cover herself in stone armor, created from the ground around her. Her skin is too hard, and makes healing difficult.
Dragon 20% - Dragon wings and tail, she can fly for short periods of time.

Weapons: When not using her claws, Cera uses a steel spatha, a type of straight and long sword, used in dragon cavalry. Its long reach gives her an advantage, but is bulkier to use in close combat.

History: Cera was taken in by the famed dragon tamer Kedric Beorus, and became his adopted daughter, after she ran away from her own family at the age of 9. She had a knack for dragons, and spent much of her time with them. She would watch them each day before going into town and take care of them. The dragons treated her as one of their own, teaching her many things, such as how to hunt, how to fly, and how to speak Draco.
When Cera was 42, Kedric died of a disease known as blight. Alone, she spent even more time with the dragons, and rarely left the keep, high on a mountain in Gaia. Ferren was his last gift to her, a powerful Red Frigate drake. She was just offered a job to be the dragon keeper at the Hannoxx family castle in Fotia. She took it upon her self to travel with Ferren, leaving her childhood home. She is currently on the border between Fotia and Gaia.

Atlas

Quote:"Ow"
Name:Atlas
Age: 21
Species: Descendant
Blood%: 60% Nayu, 20% Tyro, 20% Oro
Gender:Male
Sex Preference: Hetero
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 170 lb.
Physical appearance: Atlas has pale skin, with messy blonde hair, and hazel eyes, but you probably won't see them behind his sunglasses. Small, black horns peak out of the front of his hair.

Apparel:Atlas doesn't care for combat, so he wears normal civilian clothes whenever he goes out. Has modified lenses that allow his eyes to withstand sunlight. Wears a black trench coat, with a dirty white dress shit, and dress pants. Nothing else exceptional, except for a small scar under his right eye.
Vehicle: N/A
Personality:
Atlas expresses hatred for most, if not all, individuals he encounters. He doesn't consider himself a loner, it's just that society isn't good enough for him yet. Isn't against some cracks at humor, even at others expense.
Occupation:
Possible Serial Killer
Faction: N/A
Pet: N/A
Adv. App.: N/A
Exp:
Is very inexperienced, and is only decent at hand to hand combat, and knife fights.

Spells: N/A

Abilities/Powers:
Poison fangs, night vision, thick blood, poison resistance

Weapons:Dagon
A small, sharp steel blade with mysterious characters carved into it. This blade represents most of the magic Atlas has come in contact with. It may not have the best range, put it is very sharp. When dipped in blood, it is ignited for a period of 10 minutes

History:
Atlas doesn't have a mysterious past, or a traumatic experience. His mother and father lived in a rural part of Territory Nero, only God knows why. As one would expect, attacks upon the house by various creatures were common, and Atlas' father defended against them easily. Atlas ran errands into the town of Twilight, to pick up groceries and the like, and things were peaceful. However, one day his mother died from causes unknown, and his father fell into grief. This was 4 years ago. Atlas had grown up, and took the news best he could. His father, mourning, took his own life one year later. Atlas took the family heirloom, a small blade named Dagon, and went on his way

He went from town to town, territory to territory, picking up work when he could. He was looking for something. using a map his father had left him, he was to find the rest of the set Dagon came from. He had little to no luck, but that didn't make him quit. He had nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, so off he went on a chase for something that might not even be there.
Trivia: I just modified my favorite OC for this