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Name: Moros Vorsickle
Title:: Rumbling Knight
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Grade: 1st
Academy: Imperial Song Knights' Academy of Cadenza.
Height: 5 feet 11 inches/ 167.6 cm
Weight: 200 pounds/ 90.7185 Kilograms
Alignment: Neutral good


Personality: To say Moros is a well-mannered quiet individual would be a bit of an understatement. He is exceedingly polite at all times and he also has a tendency to not speak unless spoken to. These two things combined make it difficult for him to make friends, despite his eagerness to do so. Even if he did make a friend he would find himself having a hard time keeping them around.

However he had a tendency to act in ways one might find surprisingly, like his innate distaste for authority. Moros can also be surprisingly cold at times. His politeness can be used to wall off others and make him an intimidating person to even attempt conversing with.

History: Moros was raised as a single child, expected to follow in his dead father's footsteps as a song knight of incredibly prestige. Despite his father being gone his childhood did not lack in strictness, he was very much raised with the saying that children are meant to be see not heard and speak when spoken to. Unfortunately his mediocre skill led to harsh reprimands.

Moros silently accepted this as was his custom and simply worked harder. Of course he never bothered trying to bring up the excuse that he was deaf since birth so none of this was exactly easy. Despite his hard work he only ever become second best, partly due to his disobedience and lack of internal drive that served his fellow students so well. Still, his mother used her connections to ensure he was chosen to go to the Grand Tournament despite his age and lack of exceptionalism.

Instrument: In most situations Moros will use his voice, however he also enjoys playing a large harp, about five feet tall. Usually it is carried in a large case on his back.

Weapon: A metal pole as tall as Moros that he uses for the most part as a walking stick. Despite its normal appearance it feature an odd ability to bend like a piece of rubber at his will. A tool that his father received as a gift and was passed onto him.

Overwhelming Base: Despite his deafness Moros is still a more than proficient singer and his voice is surprisingly deep. When he sings his voice drowns out others in the area, diminishing their effectiveness. In addition as he sings a pervading aura of lethargy enters those in hearing. Both of these effects increase in effectiveness the longer they are applied.


Spirit

Name: Lefay
Gender: Female?
Element: Earth
Rank: C
Height: Usually the same as Moros 
Weight: Usually about 600 pounds or 272.155 Kilograms. 
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Appearance:  Same silvery appearance as the Silver Surfer when she's not actively changing her color.

Personality: Lefay is a playful, fickle creature, eager to play games and get a rise out of anyone and everyone. She can also be petty at times and you certainly don't want to get on her bad side, which can easily be done by being mean to Moros, who is the only person she'll even consider listening to most of the time. On the other hand she's easily appeased by being offered tributes and its pretty hard for her to hold a grudge for more than a prank or two.

Powers

Quicksilver Form: Lefay can change her form into practically anything if she has enough mass to do it, right down to the color if she desires it. She can control any of her material within five feet and pull it back to her core, a small red orb about the size of a baseball. This allows her to slip out of anything that her core can fit through and be a formidable melee combatant, along with providing an incredible amount of utility.  Luckily for anyone she's fighting she can't form herself into sharp or pointy shapes so blunt trauma will likely be the worst of it.

Assimilation: Lefay can absorb earth, metals, and anything of that sort to increase her own mass. The more mass Lefay has the stronger and faster she can be. Normally she holds enough mass to accurately replicate Moros.

Alex

Alexander coughed violently as he escaped the smokey, burning, and collapsing building. As far as he could tell everyone had gotten out safely. After he recovered a little he looked at the scene before him. There were about three groups of champions, all of them engaged in various battles or about to begin them. And Alexander had no idea what was going on. Hell it looked like everyone was transforming into actual champions which just made things more confusing. Rather than trying to join a side that may or may not be in the wrong Alexander sat down and cut a sleeve off his shirt, wrapping the up a small cut that he'd gotten on his arm. When had his life gotten so crazy?

Artemis

Artemis frowned at the man's interjection. "Anytime someone plays the role of villian you can be sure someone will play the role of hero." Unbidden the words of Raze came back to her as a reminder, perhaps because she could seem him fighting for his life against Thresh and Urgot. She shook her head. "Therefore I must ask you to stop playing the role of villian." Confidently Artemis stode forward towards the mix of malformed champions ahead of her, staring down the gunman as she walked forward, the moonlight she'd gathered thus far swirling around her in tangible form. She fully expected him to shoot her. Just as she fully expected that she would be able to stop it. Which was ridiculous really. She had no idea how powerful she or her moonlight was, making her confidence fully unwarranted. Still, Artemis refused to do nothing in this situation, it was clear who was in the right and who was in the wrong. Perhaps a vigilante hero team wasn't called for, but this wasn't the same thing. This were merely doing the right thing.

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