Inuyasha

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CS

Name: Trimeac Mikusch

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Half Dwarf, Half Human -- his father was a human and mother was a dwarf

Class: Rogue

Physical Description: Gashes and scars jag across Trimeac’s arms, running deep as rivers. He is a burly black male with shrewd eyes and a bulbous nose. He is short for a human, but tall for a dwarf, standing at five foot exactly and weighing in at 190 lbs. He has a very big and dense build, although not exactly a muscular one. Just above his very thick and bushy black eyebrows, in the middle of his forehead, is a bright, burning red tattoo -- the Mikusch family crest, a symbol that brought respect. He wore a dark blue cloak, which at the bottom was tearing up, and at the top was lined with fur. He had a pair of matching, thick blue gloves and boots with gold accents. A furry green bandana is wrapped around his mouth.

Skillset:
Lightfooted - Trimeac can easily sneak by unnoticed and clandestine due to his many years of learning the art of stealth.
Craftsmenship - His excellent smithing and craftmanship can both be attributed to his dwarven blood, but also to his many years spent face to face with the undying heat of the smoldering forge.
Knife Throwing - Trimeac can aim and throw daggers with border-line disturbing accuracy, being able to hit a moving target from as far as fifty yards out. It is a skill he slaved away at to master.
Swordsmanship - He has mastered the art of the sword and the dagger -- something which is practically required in his line of work. Although he prefers the quick jabs and dodges of the dagger, he is adept with the sword as well.

Natural Abilities:
Agility - Born with strong legs, Trimeac is capable of propelling himself out of the way of most attacks. Although he is no parkourist, he certainly can dodge.
Thick Skin - Because of his tough dwarven skin, Trimeac is resistant to extreme temperatures and is hurt much less by blunt object hits.

Equipment:

• Molotov cocktails -- made of discarded wine bottles, a lonely rag, and oil used to light lamps, these homemade cocktails are deadly, leaving a plateau of fire wherever they land.
• 2X Steel Dagger - a simple dagger, used when he sneaks up on his foes. It is shiny steel, and measures in at 7 and a half inches, being 2 inches wide. The knife is curved, harken to a karambit.
• 5x Throwing Knives - They are 3 inches each, made of simple iron.
• A lighter

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Inuyasha's Character Cache

Name: Hephaestus
Tier: Powered
Gender: Male
Height: 8"5
Weight: 950 lbs, pure muscle
Age: Unknown
Occupation: Remorseless, merciless killer -- a hitman if you will, but not the silent kind
Handed: Ambidextrous, both arms blocks of bruising muscle. However, the left arm can hit much harder due to certain, "augmentations" to be described later
Armor: A heavy, thick 3 inch iron chest plate rests on Hephaestus broad chest and two inch shoulder plates made of a mixture of titanium, copper, and diamond rest on his shoulders. He does not even notice the heavy armor due to his immense strength. On his gauntlet which resides on his left arm, the fore-arm portion of the gauntlet is an inch of pure iron. On his right arm, he wears another 1-inch iron arm-guard which extends from his wrist to just under his shoulder. This right armor piece is concealed under his clothing.
Skin color: His skin is a grey-ish pale, looking sickly, likely due to the countless expirements and augmentations that Hephaestus has fallen victim to. No one has seen Hephaestus's face in years, as it is always covered by a bandana and the brim of his hat, likewise most likely due to some horrible disfiguration that the expiriments had on him

History:

INTERVIEWEE: CHIEF DOCTOR JOHN GREEN
INTERVIEWER: WITHHELD FOR SAFETY OF INTERVIEWER
DATE: CLASSIFIED

"Not much is known, nor remembered about the Project Hephaeustus subject's early life. And there sure as hell ain't no records for it, that project was all off the books. I don't know if it's ever going to get declassified as if it is, all involved would probably be imprisoned for years, as what we did there was extremely inhumane. That was the last project I ever worked on at the labratories, I couldn't live with what we had done, what we had created, and I resigned from my position."

*Subject looks to distance, reminiscing, with sadness and regret in his eye*

"Sorry, what was the question? Ah yes, the test subject's origin. I believe, if my memory serves me correctly, it was a child abducted from the slums, or perhaps a homeless one. One that we believed wouldn't be missed if gone missing. The labratory supplied us with the kid, so I knew little of his background. But our test subjects were recieved almost all in that way, so I would be surprised if he wasn't. When we got him, we hooked him up to some tubing and machines and took some of his vitals. What we wanted to do would work on him, he had the right genes. See, what you gotta understand is that if the subject had the wrong genes, our expiriment was ruined. Unpredictable results could occur, sometimes horrible disfigurations or mental lapses. Before we got down what the genes were, we went through a lot of test subjects to figure out what the right combination was, and I saw a lot of them first hand. Terrible stuff, I tell you."

*Interviewee pulls out a pack of cigarettes. After flipping the top of the box, he shoves it in the direction of the interviewer asking him if he would like one. The interviewer politely declines. He lights the cigarette with a lighter from his pocket, and takes a quick drag.*

"Well, this brings us to the juicy stuff, I suppose. We injected the poor soul with something nicknamed "Super-Roids." It's scientifical name is Muscle and Build Enhancement Serum. I'll never forget the screaming that ensued, as the boy's muscles and bones largened to what must have been at least 4 times their normal size. Poor thing couldn't even recognize itself when the proccess was over. His face... his face was awful, let's just leave it at that."

*Subject takes a very long hit of his cigarette before looking off distantly. The interviewer clears his throat, and the subject is snapped back to reality.*

"Sorry, where was I? Then, once we figured everything was right and all, we outfitted him with some gnarly augmentations. This dude could probably tear a human being in half with little to no effort. Plus, we had some new tech stuff brought over from R and D, and we outfitted him with that as well. This thing was going to be a brutal killing machine. I guess that's when my humanity kicked in, and I couldn't look at the thing in it's test tube without feeling immense guilt. I decided to sneak into the lab at night and let the poor thing free. I don't know what I was thinking, I didn't think about any of the repercussions. That was years ago. I have no idea where he is now, but sometimes I see things on the news that make me think I've found him again."

*** END INTERVIEW ***
IMPORTANT NOTE: INTERVIEWEE DECEASED 2 YEARS LATER BY BEING TORN IN HALF, IN WHAT SEEM TO BE STRING OF MURDERS RELATED TO ALL THOSE WHO WORKED ON PROJECT HEPHAESTUS

Augumentations/Abilities

• Extreme Strength - The Super-Roids, Muscle and Build Enhancement Serum, or whatever you want to call it has increasted Hephaestus's strength astronomically, turning him into something of a freak of nature. He can lift upwards of 4,000 lbs (2 metric tons), and easily smash things like concrete or punch right through a sheet of steel. The intense muscles in Hephaestus' legs make it so that he can run and jump 2.5 metres high, only to come land down and causing severe damage to the floor. He is no athlete however, and he is not capable of running fast speeds, but that is not to say he is immobile.
• Tough Skin / Durability - The roids have given him super thick and durable skin. Whilst it it is nothing like being as hard as a rock, the skin takes strong exertions of force to be broken. He is more durable, being able to take several serious wounds that no human could ever survive.
• Augmentation: Eye - In the labratories, they removed Hephaestus' left eye and replaced it with a glowing blue electronic eye. They can see in the dark, detect heat, and magnify things.
• Augumentation: Left Arm - The arm has been wired to even further compound the immense strength Hephaestus has. He can charge the arm up, and release the charge, so to speak which cause an extreme vibration for up to five seconds which vibrates so fast that it is possible to grind bones to dust and to create a bloody mess of a human... literally.

Equipment, Weapons, Etc.

• A giant broadsword, which he has shoddily fashioned out of a truck bumper as the blade, and a large plumbing pipe as the hilt. The blade measures five feet in length, and is too heavy for anyone who is not strong enough to pick up. He generally weilds the sword in his right hand, keep his augumented left hand open to attack. The bumper sword is kept strapped to his back via a leather strap.
• A gauntlet which he dons on his left hand. The gauntlet features a small barrel that protrudes from the top of the gauntlet. This barrel is capable of firing rapid machine gun fire, and being used as a flamethrower of sorts. The controls for the gauntlet are located on the palm of the glove, being a holographic touch screen. Hephaestus usually simply taps the holo screen with his left middle finger, whilst aiming his gun for easy access. (sort of like the spiderman web shooters =P)
• Two very large Luger pistols, made specifically for him. He seldom uses the two, each with only six shots available to fire.

Inuyasha's Character Cache

Basic Information

Name:

Wei Shinju

Age:

28

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Wei is a Chinese male who stands at about 6 foot, weighing in at 185 lbs. He has high and distinct cheekbones, with a perpetually defined jaw line. He can be seen sporting a light beard and moustache in between shaves, which at times is little more than peach fuzz. He has relatively short, scruffy black hair. Moving away from his face, he has a muscular frame with chiseled abdominals and sizable biceps. Along with this set of muscles are an apparent set of veins, which do not necessarily bulge, are definitevly visible. Wei has several tattoos inked along his body, each one having it’s own, separate meaning to him (more on that later). Commonly, Wei can be seen sporting a leather jacket and a “wifebeater” underneath. If not this, some sort of tank top is always in order for Wei, lest temperatures be freezing cold. More often that not, Wei is wearing a gold chain, which rests around his neck.

Wei’s Tattoos:
Tattoo of Guan Yu on his left bicep. Guan Yu is as much a figure of Chinese folklore as of historical fact – in life he was a revered military general, but in death he was deified as the Taoist God of War. Unusually for a God of War, Guan Yu is a peace loving deity who blesses people who observe the code of loyalty and righteousness rather than all those who go into battle. Guan Yu also represents brotherhood, which is a big part of life for Wei as an ex-member of the Triads.

(2) Tattoo(s) of Dragon on his right bicep stretching to his right pectoral and other on his left forearm. Chinese dragons are the symbols of power and mystery, evoking both fear and worship. In China, the mighty dragon is celebrated as much for its benevolence and intelligence as for its malevolence and ferociousness. Wei believes the same could be said of his personality. But more importantly, this is the symbol for the Triad gang Wei was apart of in his earlier years.

Tattoo of the Yongqi symbol (勇气) on his left pectoral. Yongqi is a Japanese character that translates to “Courage.”

Skills/Talents:

• Fluent in both English (albeit with a slight accent) and all five Chinese dialects
• Wei is relatively strong, only having about 15% body fat. Wei can bench press 280 pounds and squat 300 pounds (at one rep each).
• While by no means is Wei some kind of lights out deadeye crack-shot, he is very adept with a firearm. Years in the Chinese gangs guaranteed him this skill.
• Wei is no stranger to crime and gangs, so, as cheesy as it sounds, Wei has extensive street knowledge

Brief Backstory:

Wei grew up on the ship breaking yards of Tianjin in China on the coast of the Yellow Sea. Long and forgotten, these beaches, nicknamed the Shipyards, was where a large number of denizens made their living, crews swarming over boats to salvage what copper, iron, and other materials they could from the boats. If one was to stroll down to the beaches of Tianjin they would see hulking skeletons of mammoths that once peacefully glided across the glimmering waters, but now are nothing more than rusting hulls with scavenging crews crawling over the copper frameworks like gnats on a dead body. In an attempt to help provide for his family, Wei was inducted into a shipbreaking crew at the age of 12. His small and lanky twelve year old body was of more importance than one might think to a crew of muscular and brawny men. His size allowed him to be lower into the dark and musty maze of ventilation shafts that ran throughout the ships. He would strip copper wiring and enter crawlspaces and occasionally find remnant treasures such as oil, which were rare commodities for the crew. Eventually, Wei grew too old, and by effect too large, to fit the role the Shipbreakers needed, and he was out of a job. He and his single mother could no longer afford rent, and they moved in with Wei’s grandparents in Shanghai. His grandfather was an ex-pat from America who moved to China and quickly fell in love with his wife. It was over the next four years, that his grandfather taught him english. Wei was reluctant at first, detesting that it was a useless skill which he would never utilize. However, his grandfather was insistent that English was the primary language of the world, and if he was not to learn it he would be stuck in Chinese poverty his entire life.

Wei grew up poor, but compensated by always making sure he was the coolest guy around, and was bold in nature, so he was never afraid of challenging his rivals. As many young men in low income socioeconomic situations do, Wei got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was inducted into the 14K Triad. The strong Triad ideals of brotherhood and loyalty reverberated strongly with Wei, and he eagerly swore to the 36 oaths. Wei became heavily involved in opium and heroin trafficking throughout the inky and mysterious back alleyways of Shanghai. At the age of 24, Wei took control of a small drug operation and began targeting upper class women and teenage girls, making them addicted to heroin, so that he could be able to exploit and force them into prostitution to support their addictions. This caught the attention of filmmakers and distributors, allowing Wei to use his girls as porn stars. With the profits, Wei laundered the money into larger drug operations and would use the profits to invest further in the entertainment and pornography industry. In just three years, Wei was in control of vast drugs, prostitution, and pornography rackets. It was not a pretty way to make money, but it was a way to make a whole lot of it.

It was around this time, Wei’s meta-abilities started manifesting themselves to him. Wei was open about these new found capabilities with fellow brothers of the Triad, expecting them to see opportunity in new ways he could utilize this new capacity for meta-energy. However, Wei was greeted with metaphobia and uneasiness by his fellow brothers. Uneasiness grew to distaste and distaste grew to agitation. Tensions boiled over eventually and Wei was forced out of the Triad and a hunted man. This filled Wei with anger and disgust, as the Triad had broken the very 36 oaths that every member swore and lived by, and had broken the trust that came with brothership. Knowing first hand the danger of the 14K, Wei made plans to flee to America to begin a new life. He arranged for his grandparents and his mother to be relocated to Seoul in Korea, and gave them a large sum of money he had earned from his racketeering to keep them well off.

… And just like that, he was off.

Power Information

Power Class:

Other

Power:

Dimensional Manipulation Also known as Dimensiokinesis, Dimensional manipulation is the ability to essentially "rip holes" through the spatial and dimensional plane. In layman's terms, one can open portals, whether it be to the other side of the world or 40 feet away. The way these "portals" work is a dimensional hole is opened which allows anyone to pass through it; a spatial worm-hole if you will. In essence, you are basically traversing an area but you are taking out the distance you are required to travel in between. As a result, these portals are live, meaning that one can put one arm or leg through, but have the rest of their body still be on the other side of the dimensional hole. In other words, there is no big flash of light when you enter one, the transition is seamless. These dimensional wormholes are opened and closed at the behest of the creator, meaning, if left open, any one can go through it. The insides of these "portals" have the appearance of their destination with a slight glow outlining them.

Pocket Dimension Creation: As on might guess, Pocket Dimension Creation is the ability to create pocket dimensions. Pocket dimensions are small virtual mini-verses created by the user, or in this case, Wei. They can be as small as the inside of a trunk to as big as a very large warehouse. The laws of physics, gravity, et cetera are decided upon creation, although creating a large pocket dimension is very taxing and a time consuming ordeal. In other words, not something that can be done on the fly. These "virtual realities" are accessed through portals (see Dimensional Manipulation) which can only be created by the maker of the pocket dimension known as Gateways. These pocket dimensions are often used for storage or sometimes deciet (ie pocket dimension Gateway placed in a doorway, Gateway leads to identical room in which they would have entered, however it is not the room, it is a pocket dimension built to look like the room).

Limits:

Dimensional doors, as they're sometimes called, are limited in that Wei cannot just go creating portals to wherever he; certain requirements must be met. In order for Wei to be able to create a dimensional hole to a place/location he must either be able to see where he is creating a hole to, or he has to have been to the place before. So, to be perfectly clear, one cannot just create a portal to the lush safaris of Tanzania if they have never been there. As well as this, only one hole can be open at a time. On top of this, dimensional holes can only be, at max, the height of an average doorway. This means no gargantuan dimensional wall which could envelop a small army. As far as pocket dimensions go, they have their own set of limitations as well. As mentioned before, the size of these pocket dimensions are limited, and are never bigger than a warehouse. So this means that although it is called a pocket dimension, emphasis on the pocket, as they are never as big as a real dimension. Coupled with this, the user cannot create sentient life. Perhaps they could create projections which are "scripted" to do things, but never sentient life. Lastly, pocket dimensions cannot be changed or edited once they are created. The setting the user creates is decided at its conception and is not able to be changed once made.

Weaknesses/Drawbacks:

The main issue with this power is the conundrum of stability. Keeping pocket dimensions and dimensional holes stable becomes increasingly difficult the more time they are left up. If someone is passing through a dimensional worm hole and loses their concentration to keep the hole open, this could lead to them letting go of the wormhole. The best way to think of it is someone prying open a hole through the spatial plane with both hands, and they must keep it open with both their hands, because if they let go, even just a little bit, that hole will slam shut. If one is caught in the middle of a closing hole whatever body parts that were in the middle of the portal are lost to dimensional nothingness, and you can kiss that limb goodbye. The same goes for pocket dimensions; keeping the pocket dimension stable grows increasingly difficult as more and more time passes. Signs of instability are apparent when the lights start flickering, the room begins to shake, et cetera et cetera. Eventually the dimension will collapse in on itself, resulting in instant death for whoever is in there.

On top of this, the toll the creation of a portal has on it's user scales to the distance the dimensional door covers. Something that is only a couple hundred feet away would not tax the user at all, but something like a couple hundred miles away is very taxing and could leave the user in a very weakened state if the toll of the creation was too much for them. Coupled with this, the amount of concentration required to keep the portal open scales with the distance required too. Something a couple hundred feet away would not require much concentration at all, but a couple hundred miles away would be something that a user has to give his utmost and complete attention to, and any small slip would cause the dimensional door to slam shut.

At Wei's current power levels & adeptness with the skill, he is not able to do crazy spatial jumps like across entire continents without ashing, and things that are more than a hundred miles in any direction, it's safe to say he would be left in a weakened state after making such a jump.

Relationships

Family:

• Caleb Jones - Grandfather
• Lien Shinju - Grandmother
• Tsai Shinju - Mother

Dynamics:
Basically your character's relationship with other characters.

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Arena FAQ/Advice

Okay, after visiting the chat thread, I've got my character up to snuff.

CS

Name: Trimeac Mikusch

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Half Dwarf, Half Human -- his father was a human and mother was a dwarf

Class: Rogue

Physical Description: Gashes and scars jag across Trimeac’s arms, running deep as rivers. He is a burly black male with shrewd eyes and a bulbous nose. He is short for a human, but tall for a dwarf, standing at five foot exactly and weighing in at 190 lbs. He has a very big and dense build, although not exactly a muscular one. Just above his very thick and bushy black eyebrows, in the middle of his forehead, is a bright, burning red tattoo -- the Mikusch family crest, a symbol that brought respect. He wore a dark blue cloak, which at the bottom was tearing up, and at the top was lined with fur. He had a pair of matching, thick blue gloves and boots with gold accents. A furry green bandana is wrapped around his mouth.

Skillset:
Lightfooted - Trimeac can easily sneak by unnoticed and clandestine due to his many years of learning the art of stealth.
Craftsmenship - His excellent smithing and craftmanship can both be attributed to his dwarven blood, but also to his many years spent face to face with the undying heat of the smoldering forge.
Knife Throwing - Trimeac can aim and throw daggers with border-line disturbing accuracy, being able to hit a moving target from as far as fifty yards out. It is a skill he slaved away at to master.
Swordsmanship - He has mastered the art of the sword and the dagger -- something which is practically required in his line of work. Although he prefers the quick jabs and dodges of the dagger, he is adept with the sword as well.

Natural Abilities:
Agility - Born with strong legs, Trimeac is capable of propelling himself out of the way of most attacks. Although he is no parkourist, he certainly can dodge.
Thick Skin - Because of his tough dwarven skin, Trimeac is resistant to extreme temperatures and is hurt much less by blunt object hits.

Equipment:

• Molotov cocktails -- made of discarded wine bottles, a lonely rag, and oil used to light lamps, these homemade cocktails are deadly, leaving a plateau of fire wherever they land.
• 2X Steel Dagger - a simple dagger, used when he sneaks up on his foes. It is shiny steel, and measures in at 7 and a half inches, being 2 inches wide. The knife is curved, harken to a karambit.
• 5x Throwing Knives - They are 3 inches each, made of simple iron.
• A lighter

Would anyone care to dance?

Arena Chat Thread

<Snipped quote by Inuyasha>

It might seem a little pedantic, but weapon lengths are important to state as reach is such an important factor in Arena. Dagger is a sub-class of weapon, but it isn't specific enough to give your opponent any sure way of knowing how long it is.

Also, it's just an idea and I wouldn't tell anyone how to play or make their character, but equipping a rogue with throwing knives is always a good idea. They're not necessarily the best weapon around, but it gives you some ranged options which don't involve fiery death by Molotov. Though the Molotov is a nice touch.

@MelonHead

I had intended to put throwing knives in there, I have no idea how I forgot to put them in there.
I'll also put in the measurements and so forth. Thank you Melon :)

Kidnapping Ideas (18+)

The last one sounds kind of good, but I dont really know what a faceclaim is tbh

Arena Chat Thread

Also at a more basic level, how heavy and tall are your characters? Both of those tend to become quite important sometimes.

@MelonHead

Added it in there, what else?

Arena Chat Thread

@Inuyasha

Yup, you got the power levels right. However, since we, arena folk, just love all sorts of measurements, it'd be nice to know how hot exactly does Akumetsu's fire burn and how much more does his physical capability improve compared to human. It's those kind of details that are used to determine how characters interact in combat: who is faster, who is stronger, will a character be capable of taking a hit or not and et cetera.

@Vordak

Okay I'll edit that kind of stuff into it. Thanks for clarifying.
EDIT: There, think I got it

Arena Chat Thread

Skallagrim told me to come here to preview my character idea, see if it was suitable for an arena fight. Think this is something that would be good in an arena fight, and what power level do you guys think. I'd assume normal, right?

CS

Name: Trimeac Mikusch

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Half Dwarf, Half Human -- his father was a human and mother was a dwarf

Class: Rogue

Physical Description: Gashes and scars jag across Trimeac’s arms, running deep as rivers. He is a burly black male with shrewd eyes and a bulbous nose. He is short for a human, but tall for a dwarf, standing at five foot exactly and weighing in at 190 lbs. He has a very big and dense build, although not exactly a muscular one. Just above his very thick and bushy black eyebrows, in the middle of his forehead, is a bright, burning red tattoo -- the Mikusch family crest, a symbol that brought respect. He wore a dark blue cloak, which at the bottom was tearing up, and at the top was lined with fur. He had a pair of matching, thick blue gloves and boots with gold accents. A furry green bandana is wrapped around his mouth.

Skillset:
Lightfooted - Trimeac can easily sneak by unnoticed and clandestine due to his many years of learning the art of stealth.
Craftsmenship - His excellent smithing and craftmanship can both be attributed to his dwarven blood, but also to his many years spent face to face with the undying heat of the smoldering forge.
Knife Throwing - Trimeac can aim and throw daggers with border-line disturbing accuracy, being able to hit a moving target from as far as fifty yards out. It is a skill he slaved away at to master.
Swordsmanship - He has mastered the art of the sword and the dagger -- something which is practically required in his line of work. Although he prefers the quick jabs and dodges of the dagger, he is adept with the sword as well.

Natural Abilities:
Agility - Born with strong legs, Trimeac is capable of propelling himself out of the way of most attacks. Although he is no parkourist, he certainly can dodge.
Thick Skin - Because of his tough dwarven skin, Trimeac is resistant to extreme temperatures and is hurt much less by blunt object hits.

History:

Equipment:

• Molotov cocktails -- made of discarded wine bottles, a lonely rag, and oil used to light lamps, these homemade cocktails are deadly, leaving a plateau of fire wherever they land.
• 2X Steel Dagger - a simple dagger, used when he sneaks up on his foes. It is shiny steel, and measures in at 7 and a half inches, being 2 inches wide. The knife is curved, harken to a karambit.
• 5x Throwing Knives - They are 3 inches each, made of simple iron.
• A lighter

And as for this one, I'd assume Powerful?

CS 2

Name: Raymond White, but when he puts on his mask he becomes his alter ego; Akumetsu.
Age: 19, almost 20
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Raymond White

(5"10, 140 lbs)

Masked appearance:

Akumetsu

Masked powers:
☠ Firemorphing ☠ - Firemorphing is not the ability to shoot fire and such as is popular in most fire based powers but is actually the ability to be able to morph ones limbs or body parts into fire. For example, Akumetsu could engulf his fist in searing flames (these would not harm him) and punch someone to cause extreme damage. Another extreme example would be morphing his entire body into flames or something of the like. It, also, would not be uncommon to see him morph his arm into a fiery sword or halberd. The fire burns at approx 1000 degrees farenheit.

☑ All Around Improvements ☑ - The mask also affords Raymond some all around enhancements to his basic abilities. He is able to run a three thirty mile, he can dodge and has adept agility, and his strength enough so that he could lift things up to 225 lbs.

Personality: Raymond is shy and timid without the mask. He likes to make jokes and so forth but only once he's come out of his shell, which he rarely does. His mother once said, "if you know your way to Raymond's heart, you know the secrets of the universe."

Masked personality: When masked, Akumetsu is fiery and cocky, always talking back and looking for any possible fight he could pick. He likes to make snide remarks and retorts and always defies authority, if only to be an arse. Akumetsu is not to be played with for fear that you might set him off into a frenzy. Akumetsu is not totally without reason however. He can work with others towards a greater goal, but he will always be a fuse waiting to be lit by a stray spark.

Background:

Raymond was not born to a broken home. Raymond was not born to a hood family in the projects. Raymond was born to a perfectly normal suburban white home. His childhood was smooth sailing, nothing wrong with it. Sure, Raymond had always been a timid kid ever since a young age, but his parents expected that this would fade. Besides, even if it didn't it wasn't that big of deal. His family was very close knit, always going out for family outings and trips around the continent for "family bonding time" as his mother put it. Raymond's childhood was a pleasant one, and there was nothing wrong with that.

However, oddities began to occur when he was just thirteen. His mother had taken him to a industrial area to return a few cans of paint thinners she had bought. She left Raymond in a pawnshop next door, instructing him not to touch anything for fear he might break it. He was allowed to look around and if he was on good behavior maybe his mother would buy him something as a special treat. After looking at several old flowery dresses and ceramic vases with much disinterest, something caught his eye. It was a mask, one that would shape his life. It was glistening red and smudged black, and it was quite possibly the most extraordinary thing he had seen in all his life. He felt an almost immediate pull to it, almost like something was gravitating him to it. Like someone was pulling on the strings that controlled his muscles and was simply dragging him to the mask. He looked at the price tag, thinking to himself that he had to buy the mask, to find it a walloping 1500 dollars. Something possessed him and he did something he would have never done in his life and he swiped the mask and hid it in the breast of his jacket.

Over the years, the mask got lost and found and lost again, and finally stored in a secluded and musty corner of his garage. By this time, Raymond was 18, just about to leave for Westpont College of the Arts to get his degree in Art History. As he was packing his things and going through boxes he discovered his old mask again. And the rest is history.