[CHAR] Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

[Ryougu]

Elise

Name: 'Golden Rogue' Elise
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Thunder

Appearance:


Personality:
Elise has a cold stare and a warm personality. She usually acts cheerful in and around towns, because she's usually a nice person. While her rogue-like appearance suggests a rather shady character, she is relatively sociable and usually helps people--for free! However, she has also demanded fees for helping, often enough. Despiter having a jovial attitude, she has a short temper and can occasionally be downright cruel.

Biography:
Elise has grown up in a small town, much to her liking, she bas always been good at using knives and when she reached the age of 15 she took some knives and skipped town. She loved the quiet atmosphere, but her curiosity got the better of her and she went to discover the outside world. She has since then done many odd jobs, but always refused dirtier works. With the money she made, Elise first got a weapon upgrade, replacing her knives with shortswords. Later she also purchased a set of armor. Because she isn't exactly rich, this armor had to be affordable, so she purchased leather armor. Even though she now uses swords in combat, she still carries her old knives. She is intent on one day returning them home.

Evolution:
-Burst Acceleration
Elise gains golden dragon feet. With these new muscles she can launch herself at a speed of 20 m/s*.
Any distance higher than 10 meter becomes slightly inaccurate, though.
-Wrath Claws
Elise hands turn into golden, dragonic claws, capable of strong, accurate strikes.
-Dragon's Pride
Elise grows fully operational wings, horns and a dragonic tail.
-Dragonic Endurance
Elise develops a scaly armor covering most of her body, and her face also turns more dragonic. At this point, she might as well be a dragon.
-Piercing Gaze
Elise's presence grows overwhelming, direct eye contact with her causes others to freeze in place. It is not absolute, but hinders movement a lot.
*This is 72 km/h or +/-44 mph.

Misc:
Elise is by all means a rogue-like fighter, but she insists on being called a 'Master of Blades'.

[TheWendil]

ᛰ Lotte ᛰ

ᛰ Lotte ᛰ
^{Height: 135 cm ᛰ Weight: 77 kg ᛰ Age: 21 Years}

"Things that annoy me go boom, boom, BOOM!."

ᛰ Name: Lotte
ᛰ Age: 21
ᛰ Gender: Female
ᛰ Race: Human
ᛰ Element: Dark

ᛰ Personality: Don’t let her size and manner of speaking fool you; most people are surprised to find that Lotte is actually in her early twenties. That being said, she certainly doesn’t act her age. And with her finally hitting the legal mark for cheap booze and overnight alcohol, her overall ecstatic nature is sure to make those around her bounce off the walls. As such, she can be seen as very hyper and lively at times with little self-control or restraint for her explosive magical prowess.

ᛰ Biography: As a Mage studying under the ways of darkness, Lotte hails from the Kingdom of Bariura. As someone who studies in the arts of less than moral beings, she’s been blamed and scrutinized against before. Though be it out of stupidity, blatant unawareness, or maybe just ignoring the world around her, Lotte has carried on just fine. As long as her thirst for adventure is sated, there’s really not much to impede on her bubbly and childish outlook. That being said, the rumors of an approaching darkness have not missed her ear. And while some have chosen to fled the rising tide of despair, Lotte chooses to face it head on. Because adventure!

ᛰ Evolution: + More powerful spells for bigger explosions as well as restricting and binding foes.
+ A dark tome to help enhance and channel her natural magic.
+ A set of fangs to highlight her slow metamorphosis from exposure to black magic.

ᛰ Theme ᛰ

[Lucius Cypher]

Malkai

Name: Malkai Ironbelly

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Orc

Element: Earth

Appearance:


Personality: Might makes right, as Malkai always says. In all things moral and ethical the one who's truly good is whoever is left to tell their tales. Malkai has seen good men die and bad men profit, and in the end the world goes on without every caring. For the orc himself, he knows damn well that what he cares and what he believes in has very little baring about how the world works. Just because one does good does not mean they're rewarded, and just because one does evil does not mean they will be punished. To that end, good must be done for goodness's sake, and evil can be be a reward in of itself.

Having been raised in strife and conflicts Malkai has seen many friends die and killed many enemies of his own. While he would certainly do his best to protect his allies and kill his enemies, he holds no hard feelings for those who die in combat, nor does he blame his foes should they do the deed or wound him. That being said, there's a time and place for fighting. On the battlefield anything goes, but away from such places like a tavern or in bed, war should be nothing but dirty business done elsewhere. Malkai doesn't much appreciate working over time.

That being said Malkai does enjoy a scrap every now and again, either as a bar brawl or a big battle. He enjoys being the biggest presence on the battlefield, having many foes try and take him down as he stands defiant to their attacks, or for his allies to maneuver around the enemy and attack their flanks. Malkai derives a certain masochistic pleasure from being wounded, and enjoys nothing more than the feel of his blade sinking into foes. Despite his lumbering hulk outside the theater of war, in the midst of chaos and combat, Malkai is but a brush, a tool, in the hands of an artist who will paint this battle in blood.

Biography: Malkai has no country to call his home, as he was born in a band of mercenaries. His mother and father were two orcish warriors themselves, fighting across the mountains of Vriksha, the swamps of Bariura, or the tundras of Sama. Malkai was still a boy when he killed his first man, loading a crossbow for his father when an armored knight had arrived and nearly cut the young lad down. Had Malkai not had fallen and accidentally pull the trigger, his future would have ended right there. Since that day Malkai was given an axe and a shield, and would join his parents in battle wherever it took him.

By the time Malkai could be called a man himself, both his parents had perished. They died a warrior's death taking down a dragon for their commander, ultimately winning the battle they lost their lives too. With the money they would have been paid, Malkai purchased himself better equipment and went his own way. Having no loyalties to any lord the orcish warrior sold his blade to whoever needed it the most, be it some up-and-coming noble trying to make a name for himself, or a desperate village in need of protection against bandits. Sometimes Malkai would fight pro bono and simply kill anything that dared draw a weapon against him or whoever he protects.

Even now Malkai wanders the land looking for his next fight. He has made friends, he has made enemies, he seeks fortune, and he hungers for battle. Both Malkai and the day is still young, and even when night falls he shall simply rest until a new day dawns, and a bright future awaits.

Evolution:
Heavy Armor - Thick steel armor strong enough to ward off most weapons and arrows. It may not be magical, but it does the job.

Battle Axe - A large two-headed cleaver that can cut a horse in two, and if Malkai puts his strength into it, can even cut through armor and shields. Despite it's crude appearance it's a masterwork weapon made of steel.

Wolf Companion - A big friendly wolf that Malkai had picked up in his travels. Not only a friend but a deadly fighter himself, he knocks foes down so Malkai can finish them off. His name is Wolf.

Misc: A surprisingly decent chef. Malkai has much experience foraging around and making due with whatever scraps he can find, and thus can make a nice meal out of whatever he has on hand. Give him proper ingredients and he can make magic.

[Gareth]

Name:Sert
Age:
111
Gender:
Neither
Race:
Machine
Element:
Earth

Appearance:

Personality: Sert doesn't care about other 'things'. These (people, other individuals) are just things like Sert is, except Sert deserves better than them. In order to serve Sert's own greed; Sert will manipulate these 'things'. (again really others but Sert doesn't think of them that way.) Everyone including Sert is a thing to Sert.

Sert doesn't understand emotions like joy, happiness, sorrow. The closest thing that could be connected to an emotion is when Sert can't do what Sert wants to do. Thus Sert feels like Sert is overheating and its uncomfortable. Sert will then get violent and try to remove the obstacle from Sert's path.

Sert also has secrets. Information that Sert doesn't want anyone to know. Find out Sert's secrets and thats one quick way to encounter Sert for the worst.


Biography: Sert was created many years ago by a man who worked in a lab inside a major city of Vriksha. Sert's parts for Sert's birth/construction originated from all over Vriksha and even outside the Kingdom. As Sert's 'master' wanted Sert to be a premium robot, something that could put other robots to shame. Many hours of painstaking work: calculations of how the parts would weld together or in some cases simply adhere to each other were carefully planned and executed.

Something went wrong in the final stage however and as Sert's master put the finishing touch on the robot, the lab room was enveloped in a cloud of thick black smoke.

Sert was awake. And yet the first thing Sert did was ask the master, "Why?"

The master smiled as he replied, "To serve me."

Sert:"Why?"

The master continued to explain.
Sert continued to question why.

Sert was unsatisfied with the master as Sert shoved the one who created Sert against the wall and left the Lab to learn things Sert's way.

Sert spent 10 years learning more about Vriksha in general. After that Sert spent 101 years serving the authority(ies) here in Vriksha. But Sert's patience of serving is wearing thin and Sert may just make a 'play for power' soon.
Evolution:
+A torso or 'chest piece of armor' that is way more durable than the one Sert has now.
+Wheels that can move out from the bottom of Sert's metal 'boots' and allow Sert to roll at high speeds.
+A jetpack like attachment on Sert's back that allows Sert to shoot off into the sky.

Misc:
Sert avoids singing or any form of music.

Finished 1:14pm January 16, 2017 Central Time Zone UTC-06:00

[Norschtalen]

Ricochet Rochelle

Name: Ricochet Rochelle
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Element: Fire
Appearance:


Personality: Rochelle is hotheaded and quick to anger. She prefers to shoot first and ask questions later. Some would call her chaotic evil since she has no issues killing people for their stuff, but she can be protective of her friends and family too. While she can be selfish, she will stop at nothing to make sure her loved ones are happy, no matter who has to pay for it.

Biography: Rochelle lived in a small unnamed village in Agni. Her mother died in childbirth and her father was a poor miner. Soon he ended up becoming an outlaw and robbed people in the road just to make due. He taught Rochelle when she was young how to handle a gun and when she was only 13 she joined her father in robbing people too. One day he got killed in a robbery gone wrong, and since then Rochelle has been living on her own. Unlike her father she's a much better shot and quicker on a draw. But she misses having a family and while she still steals from others for a living, she wants to make friends too.

Evolution:
Gunslinger (Accurate, faster draw, more trick shots)
Rogue Charm (Debilitate foes, Encourage allies,)
Death Gun (Uses ghosts and spirits for protection, Gets stronger the more enemies defeated)

Misc:
Her signature move is the Ricochet Shot, where she bounces her bullets in improvable angles to hit targets she can't even see, or hit the same target multiple times with the same bullet.

[Mangrale]

Don't mind me, just destroying evidence. XP

[Darkmoon Angel]

Name: Khristina

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Race: Kitsune

Element: Light

Appearance

"I have learned many things on my journey, now I will put all I've learned to use. Lucius guide me."

Personality: Khristina is a free spirited, kind hearted, fox tailed traveler. Her love for knowledge and her innate curiosity is both a blessing and a curse as she is very knowledgeable, yet is prone to getting into matters that don't concern her. Despite her love for all knowledge on magic, Khristina is very cautious towards any at all dark magic, not because she hates or distrusts it, but because of dark magic's ability to do more harm than good in the wrong hands. She's always willing to chat, no matter the topic, just be prepared for a long talk as she is very talkative.

Biography: Khristina was born into magic nobility in the kingdom of La Veda. As she grew up, Khristina began to grow tired of her boring noble lifestyle. Learn this, learn that, well how about learning something she wanted to learn? When she turned 18, Khristina gathered her things and left behind her nobility to travel beyond the boundaries of La Veda. Her journey has taken her through the kingdoms of Vriksha, Agni, Sama, and even Bariura, where she learned the many types of magic that are taught in the kingdoms. Her knowledge grew to the point where she would attract the attention of the God of Light, Lucius. Calling for her aid against the threat of the Fallen Gods, Lucius named Khristina his Oracle, the person who would gather together others who Lucius has called, and guide them in their fight against the Fallen Gods. Khristina now holds her head up high, knowing that it wasn't a mistake to leave La Veda, as she now has a greater destiny ahead of her.

Evolution: As her power grows, Khristina begins to pulse with magic from all of the six elements. She also grows five additional tails, with each tail wearing a colored ring to represent each of the elements

[KoL]

Flan

Flan Lef

^{Height: 164 cm. | Weight: 52 kg. | Age: ??? years.}

Name:

Flan Lef.

Gender:

Female.

Race:

Elf.

Element:

Thunder.

Personality:

Despite her carefree and, not really that sharp persona, Flan is actually an efficient warrior and scout. On any normal day, the elf girl would like to do none but her favorite activities, eating and sleeping. However, when duty calls or a combat begins, you that there's no one else better at her job.

Biography:

Flan hails from the distant forests of the valleys, deep within the mountains of Athvara. She was trained as a member of the elf people's elite scouts, masters of hit-and-run as well as guerilla tactics. Despite some of her short comings, Flan is one of the best of her generation. The oncoming news of peril upon the land as well as the call of the winds have guided her away from home to investigate the wide open world.

Evolution: (Pending revision, eventually...).

• A short bow and pair of short swords, the traditional weapons of her people. All of them are of excellent quality ad craftsmanship much superior to that of other races.

• A very light magic bag to store her belongings.

• Knowledge of the arts and lore of nature.

Misc:

Theme

[Eklispe]

Melfenius

Name

Melfenius

Age

53

Gender

Female

Race

Skeleton

Element

Dark

Personality

Melfenius is a rather pessimistic person yet they go on without dwelling too much on it. A pessimism of the mind compared to an optimism of actions. She is a do-gooder, always willing to lend a hand, despite the fact that her ability to do so is somewhat limited due to her appearance. This has caused her a sort of detachment to people, where she expects them to be scared of her, or if they do act normally, that they're covering up their fear to make her feel better.

Biography

Melfenius was a solider for the Kingdom of Bariura, serving faithfully and vigorously since she signed on for as long as she lived. Which is to say not very long at all. Melfenius hadn't made it much further than her twenties when she was sent out with her squad to investigate some disturbances credited to rumors of enemy forces near. They stopped by the town for an update on the situation. However when they arrived they found the town seemingly empty, devoid of life. Then the undead came. What seemed like an uncountable swarm came from every direction. They took refuge in a building that looked like it was used as the town hall. Their valiant struggle was in vain and eventually they all died. Some time later Melfenius woke up. She was in the town hall, all alone, the bodies of her comrades vanished. When she looked at herself she saw she was merely bones. Confused she began heading back to explain what happened. However the sight of her undead body caused those who saw her to either run or attack. Melfenius quickly gave up hope of warning anyone about the danger and took to wearing long clothing that obscured her body, allowing her to pose as normal. Her body needed no food, no sleep, and she couldn't have gotten a job if she wanted to. So Melfenius wandered, attempting to do good with her fighting skills wherever she went, thwarted whenever her true form was discovered and she was forced to leave.

Evolution

Better Weapon, Shield and Armour
Ability to manipulate own bones to a minor extent: Overall size increase.
Bone Magic

Theme

[Darkmoon Angel]

Name: Loralei

Age: Appears as 32

Gender: Female

Race: Demon

Element: Dark

Appearance

"I owe my life to my lady, I must repay her somehow..."

Personality: Loralei can be seen as the complete opposite of her master, Khristina. While Khristina is outgoing and cheerful, Loralei prefers to keep quiet and is incredibly shy around those that she doesn't know. Loralei would do anything if it meant that Khristina would be safe and, much to Khristina's disapproval, refers to her "Master" or "My Lady". On the off chance that Loralei isn't serving Khristina, she can usually be seen with her nose in a book and a cup of tea to the side, this is most likely the only chance you can chat with her as she is extremely relaxed and calm.

Biography: Before she was Khristina's maid, Loralei was a wandering spirit, lost without a purpose. She has no recollection of her past and the only thing that she can remember clearly is that she woke up in the kingdom of Bariura. After wandering for what seemed like weeks, Loralei came upon the kingdom of La Veda where she befriended a young Khristina. It took some getting used to the adventurous young kitsune, but Loralei eventually warmed up to Khristina. The young noble even offered Loralei a chance to live with her instead of on the streets so she took Loralei to see her parents. After much discussion and after suspicions were thrown out the window, Loralei became a maid so that she may serve and stay close to Khristina. At first she was a tad clumsy, but she eventually got the hang of it and became an incredible servant. Years later, Loralei still serves under Khristina, even going as far as to travel with her when she ran from home. You won't find a better servant/bodyguard/friend than Loralei, though she will have to get to know you first before she speaks.

Evolution: As Loralei gains more power, she begins to adopt a more demonic look, developing bat-like wings, a tail, and claws. The glyphs that she uses in combat also become more prominent, exuding a dark aura that weakens enemies. Her spear also serves as a healing staff so that she may help and even buff her allies.

[cloudystar]

Claire Bright

Name:

Claire Bright

Age:

21

Gender:

Neither

Race:

Elf

Element:

Water

Appearance:

Small, Lithe build
Has two different colored eyes
Tanned skin
Blonde Hair
Farmer Clothes (neutral)

Personality:

Curious, Shy, and Respectful

Biography:

Never having known...its own gender, Claire's parents have always kept Claire hidden away from the world as much as they could in the Kingdom of Sama. Rarely did the child's parents ever sent Claire out to the forest or the nearby towns/villages to gather as much as the family needed to last for upcoming months. Over time, Claire was taught the healing arts of light...the child's parents were once gifted healers after all of the kingdom, though supposedly now retired. Claire had quite the knack for healing, often practicing in the forests that were near the child's hut. Finally, when the call to action was placed upon the child's parents, they decided to give Claire a chance to find a true calling in life...thus now the new adult in a new world responds to the call, hoping to make a difference and to find out the true meaning in living.

Evolution

1) Develops clothes toward either a male or female
2) Gains a staff
3) Gains Holy Robes while finally gaining a Gender

Theme

None

Misc.:

1) Good Swimmer
2) Has a degree of knowledge on medical plants and sea life
3) Good Fisher

[Solaris]

Nemo

Name: Nemo

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Race: Dragon

element: flames, all the flames

Appearance: Nemo dons bloody bandages around his torso, left eye, forearms and lower legs. He wears black ragged pants and a black ragged poncho making him look like a street urchin to some degree. For his main weapons he equips himself with leather holsters for his telescoping spears one on each side of his torso as well as an empty pistol holster on his lower back, weapons are not visible due to being covered by his ragged poncho. Nemo's personal belongings are held in a travel pack with various trinkets hanging off of it from the outside such as a bed roll, a large canteen, some cooking wear, etc, he only wears this during travel though.

Nemo can be physically described as being of modest height, about 5'8 and having a lean muscular build. The color of his skin is dark grey and he has different colored eyes, the left always covered with a bandage along with the boy's forehead. the right is bright yellow which emanates light. His eye's pupils are like vertical slits, dragon like, and give off an air of intensity. His hair is can be described as being dirty blonde to the point of being black, being of medium length and slightly unkempt.

]

(if Nemo was cleaned up and wore regular clothing)

Personality: Nemo would more than likely be perceived by others as being a quiet person. By this it can be assumed that he isn't much of a talker, though he does fancy the art of thinking. His mind races frequently focusing mainly on his surroundings in order to ensure the safety of himself and his allies. When he isn't searching for red flags in his environment he is either deep in thought regarding the different philosophies of life or simply in awe of nature.

Though His quiet nature can make others see him as cold he is actually a very mellowed person. He shows sympathy towards those who are unable to defend themselves and likes to look out for them. He does this because when he was alone, he did not have anyone to protect him or to even confide in, causing him to adopt an independent lifestyle. Nemo however does not like to speak about his homeland due to the painful memories of loneliness which he had to endure for the majority of his existence. Due to Nemo's experience in his earlier days he has adopted a view of nihilism towards the world, though he refuses to be miserable due to this philosophy and lives as a pragmatist.

Acedemia is held dearly to Nemo and he has adopted it more as a hobby than a profession due to him being a more talented hunter than magic scientist. His love for knowledge causes him to share ideas with his allies, but he feels the most alive when in a hunt. Nemo likes the kill or be killed dynamic of the wild and enjoys hunting monsters that would test the limits of his combat abilities. Due to this coupled with his independent nature he likes to fight alone and can sometimes fight recklessly, especially when Nemo observes his prey to have a strange power. This causes Nemo to sometimes take unnecessary injuries, which he typically ignores due to the way he lived in his early life.

Biography: Nemo does not remember his birth, or his childhood only the day in which he awoke from the deep slumber in one of the pillars of heaven. The pillars have two functions, to be a nearly autonomous military base populated mostly by sentinels and some living war engineers and to be a weapon of unprecedentedly mass destruction capable of containing and in some cases killing titans, essentially Gods. When he woke up all he had on was some bandages, rags and his trusty weapons. He picked up a magic based pistol for extra protection and went outdoors for the first time in a long time. He soon noticed that he was draconic, for he had not remembered this, his elemental powers being in bad shape however, likely due to some battle he must have fought that caused him to be put under in the first place by his allies, now long gone and long forgotten.

Due to the poor illumination it took Nemo a few hours to get out of the installation, which allowed him to see all of the various technologies of those who came before him who now appear to have long abandoned this area, leaving it to their autonomous army who even noe their numbers dwindle. The various things he saw inspired a massive interest in the lost technologies and the desire to find out how they worked. When Nemo made it outside he was greeted with a sky of ash and embers, dark as the night even at noon. The climate was hot and dry due to the massive amounts of volcanic activity that took place in the Cinderlands. The Cinderlands were essentially a wasteland with no lifeforms except for the corrupted roaming its ashen plains and those that survived the awakening and have moved underground. Nemo should have died in the Cinderlands of dehydration. That was not the case due to Nemo being lucky enough to stumble across a cave system in which he found hidden water springs in cool zones as well as the remnants of buried cities as well as the nests of cave dwelling creatures. This allowed Nemo to resupply in the Cinderlands at the various cave systems in cool zones of the Cinderlands which eventually led him to his freedom.

Nemo wandered the cinderlands for a year, fighting the remnants of the corrupted ones and the sentinels before finally being introduced to the beauty of nature and of the sun. Nemo was happier wandering the northern forests as opposed to the barren Cinderlands and he hunted creatures that tasted good as well as learning to cook using herbs and vegetables instead of the meat of acrid cave dwelling organisms. Nemo also became fascinated with the stars during the night, spending long hours on nights with clear skies simply staring at the intricate galaxy which his home world faced. In terms of travel however, Nemo focused the direction from north to west and eventually ended up in a fortress settlement governed by Solar element Draconics.

He entered the fortress and stayed there for a few months as a magic beast hunter and eventually made enough money to stay in the local inn. He was arrested on charges of impersonating royalty, due to the name he was greeted by when waking up from the deep slumber, and was tried and sentenced to be exiled. The whole experience perplexed the boy and he argued valiantly, even attempted to request a summons from the ruler of the settlement Solaris, A beautiful young woman who was extremely skilled with solar draconic magic. However they refused the summons and sentenced the boy to exile, claiming that he was just a nemo, a remnant from the past who has no importance in this age, Nemo aquired his new name. Nemo refused this statement saying that it was absurd to exile him for simply having a name. This did not help the boy, it in fact worsened his situation. This time he was sent to the Icarian scientists of the advanced western continent, Icarus, to be their subject of their experimentation. In this particular experiment Nemo was allowed his belongings, even his weapons, but it didn't matter. Nemo woke up just like the time he first openned his eyes in the pillar of heaven. This time it was not from a deep sleep but from a real nightmare, he woke up looking at the night sky in a grassy field, an unfamiliar night sky, just as beautiful as the one he experienced on his home world.

Evolution:
Draconic manifestation
-augmentation
-Chains of Cyrus
-Draconic traits
-Draconic forms
note:Nemo's Draconic manifestation involves manifesting his soul into tangible objects, the objects are only as powerful as Nemo's soul
Draconic energy
-Energy Ventilation
-Lesser Flame
-Greater Flame
-Solar Flame
-Void Flame
note:Nemo's gains energy by absorbing plasma from the physical realm and storing it in his soul.
Draconic Aquisition
-Direct Energy
-Soul Absorbtion
-Indirect energy
note:these are not combat skills, they only allow Nemo to absorb energy and he cannot absorb the souls of creatures that are alive or have already been dead for some time. He can only absorb the souls of the very recently deceased which is from seconds to minutes.
Magic weapons
-Energy Siphoning Strength (for spears)
-Dynamo Manipulation skill (for gun)

Misc: Nemo is fairly socially inept and doesn't wear shoes

[dabombjk]

Kira Moajin

Kira Moajin

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Race: Nephilim (Offspring of a human and angel)

Element: Water

Appearance: Shaggy medium length black hair, Light blue eyes, smooth tan caucasian.

Height: 6'2

Weight: 185 lbs

Personality: Kira is a happy guy. That being said he isnt always the nicest guy in the world, sometimes downright psycho, but he will have a smile on this face the entire time.

Bio: Kira is the offspring of an Archangel and a human female. He never knew his parents, his father left before he was born and his mother died shortly after he was born, but that ever brought down his attitude. He grew slightly cold as he grew older, mainly from the hate he recieved for being a Nephilim, but at his core he is a good person. Kira was placed with a foster family, but at a young age he realized that he was treated differently for being what he was. Being a Nephilim was to be said a curse, bringing misfortune wherever one went. He ran away and for a while he lived on the streets. He was taken in at age 7 by a martial arts master, and grew up traveling all around. He was taught to excel at sword play, and hand to hand combat. At age 12 he found out his base element was water, and strove to learn how to apply it in his combat style. At age 17 his master/father figure died of sickness, but Kira continued traveling all around. Kira tried to do good deeds wherever he went, helping people out with his skills.

Evolution:
Angelic Drive - Kira gets in touch with his angel heritage, becoming much faster and stronger than the average man. His eyes grow a lighter blue. Kira can also levitate for seconds at a time.
Element Drive - Kira can manipulate nearby water, or if none is around the precipitation in the air but it takes more concentration and is harder to to use, and harden it into ice to use as armor or to add to his katana as a damage boost.
Arch Drive - Kira Becomes like his father, becoming more Archangel like. He temporarily develops Wings of an Archangel, using them to fly or shield himself. The wings are hard as steel but as light as a paperclip. Kira can dispel dark illusions or curses with this power, but everytime he does he takes damage, because he is still part human. Kira can sense demons and evil creatures as well.
Grace Drive - Kira can fashion weapons and shields from nearby water sources (cannot create them out of precipitation), gains all his previously stated angel powers, transforms even more. He becomes draped in a sleeveless white robe with greek looking sandals, and white arm guards. His hair turns bright white.

[Lady Athena]

Name:
Nephele

Age:
16

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human (Has dragon blood)

Element:
Light

Appearance:

Appearance

Personality:
Nephele enjoys others company though she can be quite awkward. She is passionate with everything she does. Though she has never had any evolution happen to her before, thus she is scared what will happen. She is a pure and innocent soul... Thus easily corrupted by people.

Biography:
Nephele grew up within a family with no money. She would always love hearing the story of a prince which would rule his kingdom with kindness rather than with an iron fist. But this wasn't like the story, her family would reach the point where they had to put Nephele at an auction to make some money. Lucky for Nephele she was won by the lovely Lady Khristina and spends her time doing work around Khristina's house as one of her maids. Mainly cleaning and making sure Khristina was happy. Any spare time Nephele had would be spent learning her way around a rapier. The day would arise when Lucius called for people to aid him with a quest

Nephele has no idea what secrets lie within her blood. She just knows she shall be at Khristina's side for the entirety of this quest

Evolution:
Physical: When Nephele evolves her body starts to become more dragon-like. Starting with a tail and horns. Next would come her ears becoming pointy and sticking out to the sides rather than up. Wings would follow soon after. Her teeth would mold into fangs and her nails would become more like claws. Her eyes would change into that of a dragon. During all this scales would be starting to form at random points on her body.

Mental: After storing enough energy into her rapier, Nephele can stab it into the ground to form a barrier of protection against dark elements. This is also the only time where Nephele is not corruptible. This barrier would protect against anyone who had any feels of wanting to harm Nephele or anyone within the barrier. The barrier can only be held while energy is still within the rapier.

[Illium Vethelot]

Illium Vethelot

Illium Vethelot

Age: 51
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Fire

Appearance: Illium is an elder man dressed in his old military garment. A somewhat tattered dark green tunic over a chainmail hauberk. Both extend slightly past his waistline so that his belt can properly strap them down while holding up his brown trowsers. He gave up his metal helmet long ago, and instead wears his white hair tied up in a top knot to keep it from being grabbed by the grubby mail. His long spear is usually in his hand, though sometimes he does place it across his lap when sitting.

Personality: Illium is a cynical man, being apart of the military generally does that to you. He never held a high position within the army, but his experience in the field typically allowed him to get away with giving commands when they were in the furnace of war. This led to him keeping a quiet demeanor when separated from his company. Drinking brought out a different side of him. Always quick to laugh after a few sips of ale, this was the only time his reserved disposition changed.

Biography: He grew up in a small farm with parents that always spoke of how proud they were that he would one day take over their family farm. Being a dutiful son, and soon man, he took to his parent's dreams with unspoken ruefulness. He didn't desire to plant field of wheat and corn and hay. He wanted adventure! He wanted glory! Typical of a boy his age. Finally when he was a few years shy of 20, a large man dressed in the raiment of the nearby city came to collect him. They were recruiting for some sort of war. Illium was excited, and his parents devastated. They knew the life of a soldier. They knew that most never made it past the first few years. The young Vethelot had no idea the horrors that he would see throughout his career as a life long soldier. He had no possible idea that this would also be the last time he saw his parents. If he had, there would have been no doubt in his mind he would have resisted the officer at all cost. Nearly 30 years later, Illium was a grizzled soldier with years of experience under his belt. Forgoing the norm of a sword and shield after his first real battle, the green boy had picked up a fallen spear that had barely missed his head after being thrown into the mob. Fending the invaders away, he had managed to keep them at bay long enough for the reinforcements to come in and turn the tide. This was the very spear that he still used and kept sharp. The smell that permeated the air around it was rancid, and the very reason for that was simple. He never cleaned the shaft of it. The leaf shaped blade gleamed with polish, but the long wooden part beneath it was stained with red.

Evolution: Illium can begin using some of his blood magic to begin warping his fighting style. He begins first to discover that he can create any weapon out of his own blood, taking damage any time he reforms it. During this time, his right arm lays in tatters while the weapon is in existance. (Having used his own blood to forge it)

Next, he can begin to seep blood out from the pores on his chest and arms to create armor that is nearly as impenetrable as heavy steel armor.

Finally, he can begin putrefying the blood in his spear to then inflict insurmountable damage to the target of his weapon. Of course when he dissipates his weapon, a small amount of that putrefied blood hurts him as well.

There is no blood magic that doesn't come with some cost to it.

Misc: Most military men would have heard stories about "The Bloodied Spear". And most of those would be false campfire stories that might hold a small kernel of truth within them. The man wielding the mythical blade wasn't well known, but often times he wasn't mentioned. People in battle often claim to have seen "a bloody spear cleaving through the heads of soldiers" or possibly "A flaming spear soaring overhead dripping large tear drops of blood". At this point it was just a legend that had nothing to do with the real story.

[Skepic]

Heinrich Henderson

Name:
Heinrich Henderson
"Yes. Really. That is my name."

Age:
His age is entirely unknown! This masked gentleman is always shrouded in such mys-
"I'll have you know I am at the respectable age of thirty eight good sir! Just because I simply choose to mask my grotesque features does not immediately elevate me to some sort of inhuman state sir!"
Fine.... he's 38 years of age....

Gender:
Male
"A Gentleman of course!"

Race:
Human (practically)
"Ah yes, a dubious question when one inquires as to what I actually am! For you see, as much as I would like to say I am simply a mere human, that was be vastly glossing over the intricate nuances of my being! Perhaps the term 'augmented homo-sapiens' would do my current situation justice. You see, I underwent some self experimentation, and as such, have a very different type of blood running through my veins thanks to various transfusion techniques and medicines! Though I suppose I shall save that explanation for later."

Element:
Dark
"Indeed, one might be mistaken, thanks to my new brand of Powder Mage™ magic, that I am of the element of Fire, when in fact, I actually derive my magic from the element of Darkness! It's flexibility and reliably destructive capabilities have furthered my research into my gunpowder magic."

Appearance:
5'8, medium build, often seen in the attire above.
"What a drab way to describe my unique and beautiful features! Despite my face being scared from my work, I still have my neatly cut silver hair! What about my new and wonderfully orange colored eyes? I am a proper, handsome Gentleman through and through. I say, the children these days seem to waste no time simply getting to their point. The art of detailed descriptions seems to be fast fading to say the least!"

Personality:
Darkness shrouds this masked figure wherever he goes, striking fear into the hearts of allies and foes alike. Merciless in combat, this mage takes great pleasure in obliterating foes with his unique explosive ma-
"That's enough I say! If you went on any longer, they'd get the impression that I am some sort of... psychopathic killer mercenary. Heavens no! Ahem, please perish the thoughts of such a brute, for I am not anything like what was described above. It will be best if I start from the top!

I am Doctor Heinrich Henderson, at your service! Gentleman and self proclaimed Powder Mage! I enjoy long walks through the countryside and children are just a joy to be around for me. Treating everyone with a certain level of respect has always served this humble researcher quite well, and I particularly enjoy aiding any friend or ally in need, both off and on the battlefield. Speaking of which, do not be fooled by my humble stance and calm attitude, as I have little patience of ruffians and the like, and will dispatch them post haste! I suppose ultimately in life, I am simply a humble gentleman, doing what good he can, where he can."

Biography:
"Hmm? Mr. narrator will not even bother this time? Very well! Less of a hassle for me anyways. Ahem!

I was born in a small town within the kingdom of Bariura, to a poor farmer whose wife was a somewhat adept magic user. From her, I gained my love for the use of magic, and spent much of my childhood practicing spells, attempting summoning, and perhaps use one or two spells to perform a trick or two on the local merchants. Ahhh yes, I was a mischievous, if not naive boy who had no idea of the wondrous potential he had locked away.

Indeed, I only learned of my unique skills one fateful day, when a caravan had stopped in town. From them, I discovered an interesting substance, when it was still regarded as a novelty, gunpowder. A highly energetic, yet manageable powder that seem to react to my magic. That is when I began my first tests, during my teenage years. It was during these times of experimentation that I terribly scarred my face in a horendous explosion that nearly took out the entire farm! Once I came to about a week later, you better bet that ole Granny Henderson didn't let this man hear the end of it. Anyway, I pressed on, as time went on, an idea began to form. I had a theory, that perhaps I could use this interesting substance augment or even enhance my skills as a mage, so I began to read. Oh yes, did I read. Those long nights with books stacked seemingly to the ceiling are some of my fondness....

Oh, sorry, was lost in my nostalgic past. Ahem, continuing!

Alright, so through my studies, I came across blood transfusion. You see, gunpowder turned out to be a difficult substance to work with when it came to magic. Unresponsive to simple enchantment, unaffected by decay magic, ect. Non of my standard Dark elemental magic seemed to influence it to any significant degree, but then I had an epiphany! Why not simply infuse myself with the essence of this energy rich gunpowder, thus infusing my own magic with its properties? Thus I determined that an enchanted blood transfusion of magical energy and gunpowder blood slurry would do the trick.

And it worked! Well.... not entirely as I wanted or hoped. Keep in mind, at the time when I finally attempted this daring test on myself, both my research and medical knowledge was limited, so I was a bit rough during the procedure. I still bare the scars on my arms and face thanks to it, nearly died of my own magical corruption! But it had worked! My magic had infused itself with the properties of gunpowder, and as such, I became the very first.... Powder Mage™!

A catchy name, is it not? Let's save our explanation for below now..."

Evolution:
-Powder Mage-
"'But what exactly is a Powder Mage™' I hear you ask. Well, it gives you one hell of a kick!

You see, I can derive power energy from the substance of gunpowder! If I ingest it, which might I add, is a lovely experience for me, my vision is enhanced ten fold, my muscles stronger than before, and my body harder. Those dockyard brutes better watch out, because my muscles become as solid as rock itself! But wait! Gunpowder is not just simply a miracle drug for me. No no, I can release its energy from my own supply or any supply within thirty yards! I can then weave an explosive spell of destruction, jettisoning a ball of the energy itself from my own hands! This explosive energy can launched like a grenade or, my personal favorite, infused into any handheld weapon! My sword suddenly becomes a ballistic weapon, my fists becoming cannons, and every shot from my gun feels like a artillery barrage! Alright, alright, I may be embellishing a bit, but it is still quite incredible. I can also feel out and sense sources of gunpowder, and if they're within but a mere thirty yards, I can even absorb or remotely detonate them! Oh my, the looks on the highway men's faces when they pulled their musket and pistol triggers, only to hear the tell tale click of an empty cartridge while I merely laugh!

Though, am an honest gentleman, thus I will not withhold my... drawbacks with this. You see, it is an imperfect magic at best, still very fresh and new. For godsake, I only invented it but twenty years ago and thus far am the only Powder Mage that I know of! So, on one hand, there are still many exciting applications that I may discover for this new found ability, yet there is just an equal chance of me running into some... unforeseen consequences. I've already experienced a few, what with the need to carry my own supply of gunpowder, the withdraw I go through if I do not receive a weekly dose of gunpowder.... Oh but who wants to be a downer anyway! Besides, Granny Henderson never raised any quitters!"

Misc:
Heinrich's Theme

[MagusDream]

Vain Pursuer Ein

"I don't know hope. All I ever met is despair. After all, this is what an assassin inflicts on others, right?"

Name: Ein
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Element: Dark

Personality: Thanks to his work, Ein is rather cold-hearted and rarely shows any human emotion. He prefers to remain quiet and rarely shows any sort of interest in harboring relationships with others, even if they are friendly. He thinks of others mainly as considerable targets or even foes. In the few moments he speak, he tends to discuss about strategy and methods to efficiently defeat (or kill) enemies without too much effort.

In-battle, Ein is quick to capture an enemy's pattern and has fast reaction to attacks. He oftenly fights alone and prefers to work by himself, but has knowledge that sometimes he'll need someone and doesn't refuse any sort of aid.

Biography: He comes from a family of assassins which has secretly served the Bariura Empire for generations. However, Ein never grew near the family's business, as his mother never wished him to follow his or his father's footsteps. Their original goal was to make of their son a genuine scholar and student of the magic arts. He began as a student of magic and grew curious about the dark arts, specially on the spells that would easily conceal movements. His own power began to transmit quickly and he easily learned even some offensive spells.

However, his life turned upside down. In a certain night, his house was attacked by an assassin guild and his parents brutally killed while he was studying in the magic academy. When he returned to his house, the attackers have told him that members of the fallen empire had attacked his house and killed them. As his vengeful feeling rose, he decided to join them in order to look for the ones responsible. The guild trained him hardly into the arts of assassination and he grew to be one of the best among them. One day, however, Ein heard from members about the killing in his house and eventually learned the truth. By combining the power of his magic and the weapon he carried, he carried on a mass death spree, killing all the members of the assassin guild.

After he executed his whole plan, Ein began to wander in the lone remains of Bariura. That is, until Lucius decided to call him.

Evolution: In his first evolution, he changes to Blackened Tracer Ein, where his personality starts to grow a little and he starts to see others as mere allies, but still refuses the meaning of camaderie. He also starts to gain more weapons and tools to help in his assassination skills, such as a special set of steel knives and a chain to use as a sort of whip or rope. His guns doesn't suffer any sort of changes.

His second evolution, where he changes to Hollow Killer Ein, gives a little drastic change. Ein begins to realize that the people around him are trying to help him and he begins to understand the usage of the term "comrades". He starts to open up, but leaves many things about his past or himself hidden. His guns also change, as they gain a blade at their tips so that he can defend himself in the front lines. He also gains another chain and his set of knives changes from steel to black metal, which is more durable than most of the other materials in Grand Gaia.

Theme


Skills and Brave Bursts
Vain Pursuer
Ein's senses are slightly superior to normal human senses thanks to his training and to his own mana. He can use both his dual guns and his magic to attack. If close combat, he mainly uses kicks as an attack. His tendency is to infuse bullets with dark magic or use quick supportive magic to evade attacks in some situations (Stealth). However, because he abandoned the complete practice, his magic usage is really limited to enchanting and quick Stealth, so he can't abuse of those skills.

Obscure Delta (Brave Burst): creates a magic circle in front of him and shoots three bullets. They gain dark energy and become purple projectiles. Rebounds through walls, roof and objects and hits enemies in a determined area.

Blackened Tracer
His evolution has given him new weapons: the chain and a set of knives. Ein uses the chain as an whip to attack enemies and as a support tool, like a rope. His senses, especially his sight, are far more improved than before and his own speed slightly increases. His magic use is still very limited, so he can't make too much use of it.
Obscure Square (Brave Burst): evolution of Obscure Delta. Number of projectiles raise to four and the area of effect slightly grows.

Descending Relinquisher (Super Brave Burst): lashes chain on a single enemy as a whip, constricts it with the chain and shoots five knives at it.

Hollow Killer
The last evolution marks more a change on the magic usage coming from him. He now gained access to illusion creating, which allows to create an image of himself to trick enemies. Despite that, he can only make one illusion and said fake cannot deal damage to any enemy, being more useful as bait or escape trick. His dual guns can now be used as melee weapons thanks to the new blades attached to them and he can now use two chains. The knives can now return to him without the need for Ein to go after them.
Obscure Pentagram (Brave Burst): evolution of Obscure Square. Number of projectiles raise to five, the area of effect grows considerably and the bullets gain a defense ignoring effect, with a 35% decrease in strength.

Decadent Sentence (Super Brave Burst): evolution of Descending Relinquisher. Now attacks with both chains, being able to constrict up to three enemies and the number of knives raise to nine.

Blitzkrieg Drive (Ultimate Brave Burst): once unleashing his Overdrive, Ein locks enemies inside a magical circle. He shoots a single bullet to the sky and vanishes. After a while, the sky opens revealing a giant magic circle on it and a rain of magic-infused bullets fall on enemies.

[StarGemini]

Name: Clyde De’thaal

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance:




Race: Cused Human

Element: Fire

“Charge into the unknown, chart it, and make it known. For those who dare, win.”

Personality: Clyde is at first sight, a gutsy nomad who won’t back down from a challenge. Kind hearted and always ready for an adventure, Clyde would be seen by many as reckless for his love of the unknown. When he gets in a fight however, he becomes a man on a mission, and that’s to kill his opponent. Outside of battle, when he isn’t being friendly, he can use his keen eye and sharp wit to get what he needs to done.

Biography:

Clyde was born in Agni, to his nomadic father, and gypsy mother. The duo, now a trio, traveled the land and explored anything they could. Clyde’s father was also a spelunker for hire, heading into uncharted ruins and territories for the sake of finding loot, or hunting a rare beast. Clyde grew up with the same free spirit his father had, but the sharp eyes and wit of his mother. He was a growing prodigy, and was doing quite a bit to show for it, he helped his mom haggle many prices upward for the family to profit, and kicked a few asses when they got cocky. He eventually earned a gift from both parents when he turned 18. A custom hand cannon, made just for him by a gunsmith in Agni, and from his mother, a small short sword with a curved blade. It was only a short while before Clyde stepped out into the world, and moved to carve his own mark into the history of Agni.

After a couple years of roving mercenary work, Clyde joined up with a crew who would guard merchant caravans when they traveled. Sometimes he got put on high end jobs, guarding some nobles daughter, but usually he was a caravan guard. That’s about as good as it got, because he eventually received a letter, his parents had been killed by a bandit group, and his father’s own pistol was stolen. Taking a leave of absence from his group, he hunted down these bandits, and made them pay in blood.

That’s when he first encountered the one thing his father hid from him, the everlasting Curse of his father’s bloodline. It was a demon, everything it touched burned, but the fire wasn’t normal, it was black, and felt more evil than hot. It strode straight up to Clyde, explaining the story of his cursed bloodline, and that the two were bound for eternity. He placed his father’s pistol into Clyde’s hand, and simply faded away. Returning to the mercenaries he worked with, he continued to train, and try to master this newfound power he carried. He eventually was revered enough to become a frequently hired bodyguard for the rich and prosperous. However, at this point he’s hit a standstill in his training, and he refused to stay that weak.

Evolution:

Cursed Mercenary Clyde
At 3 stars, Clyde still looks the same, however, now one can see his power beginning to manifest, when in battle, his rounds do bonus damage, as they are engulfed in Hellfire.

Vengeful Hunter Clyde
At 4 stars, Clyde begins to shrug off the garb of the nomadic merc he was, losing the armored leather coat for an armored and hooded leather duster, also abandoning his hat and mask for a shemagh he wears as a face mask most of the time. Also now one can begin to make out some of the form of the demon that resonates with Klyde as the two begin to grow in power while he’s in combat.

Hellfire Gunslinger Clyde
At 5 stars Clyde looks more like a vigilante than a mercenary, removing his shemagh, he now dons a metal mask, he does take it off when he socializes, however outside of that and sleeping, he wears it. Now, when in combat the demon’s form is fully visible, and mimicking his attacks, effectively doubling how much damage he deals.

Hellfire Hand Cannoneer Clyde
At his six star evolution, Clyde truly is one with the demon he bears, in combat the two fight as independent entities, but yet fully in sync. (If he had an in game look, it’d be similar to how the twins look.)

Clyde, Master of Hellfire

At 7 stars Clyde and the demon are just short of their strongest potential, Clyde added more armor to his duster, making him look as if he wears a full coat of upper plate armor. The Demon seems to have the strength of an Archdemon alongside his host. The two have now found a way to achieve their true strength, and one with the right sensory strengths can feel, one final chain is about to break on their limitations, and something great will happen when it does.

Clyde, Oblivion’s Death Dealer (If allowed)

When he reaches his Omni evolution, Clyde himself has eyes the color of fire, and any hit he lands marks a target with Hellfire’s Primer. If they take damage from Clyde again, the Primer detonates, causing a large explosion, and consuming the target in Hellfire for a brief moment. The Primer can be on several targets, but fades after it isn’t triggered for a minute.

Misc: All of Clyde’s fire is black, forgot to mention that earlier.

Abilities:

Lead Rain: If Clyde dodges an enemy attack, he will leap skyward, and rain bullets down on the enemy and those around them.

Brave Burst: Hellfire Hand Cannon: Before five stars, Hellfire Hand Cannon is simply a large magical attack delivered by Clyde to a target, leaving them covered in Hellfire for a moment. After five stars it’s two blasts, one from Clyde, and one from his Demon.

Super Brave Burst: Ragnarok Revolver: When this ability is used, Clyde and his Demon fire two special shots, that when they connect with a target, unleash a massive explosion, marking all nearby targets with Hellfire.

Ultimate Brave Burst: Apocalyptic Barrage: If it gets to the point where Clyde uses this ability, he will call forth the full power of him and his Demon, unleashing a massive barrage of magical blasts, aiming to completely annihilate anyone who opposes him.

Corroding Hellfire: Any targets burned by Hellfire have all their resistances reduced for the duration of the burn.

Hellfire Primer: Marks a target with the Hellfire Primer, visibly shows as some sort of soot like substance where the person was struck, if struck again, that mark detonates, damaging the main target and all around them, consuming them with Hellfire.

Just some images of the weapons he wields, and what his Demon will look like when it manifests.

Clyde's Revolver

Clyde's Father's Revolver

Clyde's Shortsword