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 Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 7:32 pm
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Name: Jice Renowl
Age: 14
Gender: A guy, a girl....a whatever.
Species: Purifier (Floats on a cloud around the world cleaning air and water with a single touch.)
Home: Fox Rivers, an underground river that flows through every ocean, sea, lakes, and of course, river in the world.
Ability Style: Water and Wind Bender.
Weapon: He uses a staff that can stretch as far as a mile, plus it goes far as a mile in under 30 seconds. When he's not using it, he turns it as small as a third of a tooth-pick, and he puts it into his right ear.
Ability: Controls water and wind. Can change the water in ice at will. Also fade into the air to hide himself.
Weakness: When there is a intense heat, his wind powers are weakened, and e is also too quenced to use his water abilities.
Description: 
Storyline: Well he was a baby from a couple of forbidden love, his mother was a Purifier, a being that looks for pollution and cleans it off the face of the earth. His father was a poor human, who worked selling Ramen at a small kiosk, in Chinatown(that just killed it). Jice grandfather, the head purifier, found out about the forbidden love and took the mother away leaving the baby(Jice) to live with his poor father. As Jice got older, he started helping his father at his store, but when Jice's father lost his job, he sent Jice off to the orphanage. By this age, he was 10 and he spent 2 years at the orphanage, making new friends as the days went by. One day a brain surgeon took him away and Jice lived with him for the rest of the days until Jice heard about the Academy of the Elemental Blade and Magic Arts. Jice said his good-byes to his new father and left for the a university, after a certain mishap, he went to this academy.
Quote: Like your mom?
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 3:09 pm
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Name: Mike Tschudy/Marr
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Home: Earth (Universe 167-alpha)
Weapon: Physical weapons consist mostly of concealed knives.
Ability: Various magics. Most commonly cats a red bolt of energy from his hand which is normally enough to total a small car. Alternate personality named Marr. Under extreme stress, Marr fuses with Mike's mind incresing his casting abilities 5 fold.
Weakness: Kind-hearted, will not fight without a good reason. Also in constant conflict with Marr for control of the body.
Description: About 5' 10" Wearing a long, light blue coat, the collar of which covers his face, and a tan pointed hat.(Basically a tall version of Vivi from FF9)
Storyline: Grew up normally as a teenager until age 16 when, through the guidance of a friend, came into contact with Marr, a violent being locked within his subconcious. He was able to keep Marr at bay until a Marr took over during a schoolyard fight which turned bloody. Mike was given an ancient book for his 17th birthday by his uncle who dabbled in old texts. Marr apparently could understand the strange language the book was in and taught Mike to use the magics contained within it until they were both sucked through a dimensional portal created due to a botched spell. Half the book, including the part regarding portal spells, was destroyed. Ended up in Byako using his magics to complete various jobs. Anything from bounties to repairs.
Quote: "I'll have this body and the power it wields" -Marr
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2007 3:11 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 1:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2007 12:01 am
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-More Background characters-
Name: Sydney Newport
Alias: Dr. N.
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire (Clan: Venture)
Home: Unkown
Ability Style: Carthian Night Doctor
Weapon: Stiletto
Ability:
- Dominate: The vampiric discipline to impose one's will on another
- Eidict Memory: THe dead never forget
- Night Surgery: Is able to heal that which cannot be healed
- Serum: Enhances the state of existence
Weakness:
-Addicted: He needs serum, or he suffers withdrawals. Also, he cannot drink plain blood
- Sadist: For reasons unknown or ignored, he doesn't like using anesthesia when he performs surgery
- "I'm a doctor, not a soldier!": He wouldn't last a second if he actualy tried to stand an fight, he'd be better off running.
- Withdrawn: Mabey it's because he's dead, but he just can't get along with anyone....
- Power Mad Lord: Should he ever do something horrible and inhuman, he is prone to suffering bouts of insanity as a result...
Description:
A fiarly young looking man with dark brown hair, brushed back, so as to remain, for the most part, out of his eyes. When dealing with other kindred or inside the walls of the hospital, he is always sure to wear the majority of a doctor’s regalia, the white coat, stethescope, gloves, surgery mask, and a pair of slacks. When outside of those situations however, he wears far more mundane clothing, generaly being some maner of just slightly to large coat, a plain striped button down long sleved shirt, a pair of slacks, and generaly a scarf or similar item wraped to obscure the lower portion of his face. At all times he is seen wearing a pair glasses and carying a breif case which contains, among other things, a small surgery kit.
He keeps everything meticulasly clean, his person, his clothes, and all his items. The general effect makes him slightly distant and possibly a tad off in the head. His manerisms general match, practicing good manners and even forcing sociability, however for the most part he seems to try and cultivate ignomity.
Story line: All thats really known about him is that he has been living in the basement of the hospital since before it shut apparently. He occasionally has mentioned coming from another city, where we worked in vampire society as a "night doctor". BUt when things got hot, apparently he left as quick as he could. His odd experiments with "serum" have been what's kept him locked away in the basement. Apparently, its allowed him to do some pretty amazing things for a vampire.
Quote: "What? Yes, it is quite glorious isn't it.... no, you can't have any."
Name: Shin-Koro
Age: Unknown
Gender: Apparently Male
Species: Spirit-being
Home: Assumed to be the second ground
Ability Style: Master of the Occult
Weapon: Manifest Essence of the Spirit
Ability: He knows all your secrets, knows all that is hidden. The unknown, the strange, the bizarre, the unnatural... they are all his domain.
Weakness: In the end, he is just a spirit, and thusly, his physical form lakes true substance. As such, he needs to draw off the same element which spawned him, in this case mystery, in order to maintain a functional form. He is also subject to several bans and taboos, but those are something that only another master of the occult might know...
Appearance: An older man with a long beard and plain clothes. His face has no definition, always appearing as a blur. His eyes apear as patches of light , and his mouth a deep void.
Storyline: In any city, there are secrets. But in byako, there are many. SO many, in fact, that they begin to materialize spirit beings in the twilight of the spirit world just beyond mortal vision. Many are short lived, haunting the bearers of the secret until it is revealed. Others are long lived, fortifying the dark subject and protecting the deceit which gives them life. Shin-Koro is different from both of these. The secret which spawned him is a great occult that was once wielded but has now gone dormant over the ages. It was a force so great that its hidden existence indeed gave him not only great power in the world of spirits, but the ability to cross over into the world of mortals as well. In the time he has existed, he has drawn strength by surrounding himself with other, lesser occult secrets and powers. MOre then just sustenance, he has learned to wield more then any human could hope for.
Quote: "Do not be afraid... as wrong as it all may seem, this does exist."
Name: Herald
Age: A few seconds (constantly reborn)
Gender: Masculine
Species: Divine Fire Incarnate
Home: Heaven's Hearth
Ability Style: Servant of "The Order"
Weapon: Raw Change (touches leave chemical like burns)
Ability:
- Materialize: Assume a material form
- Grant Vision: Allow other to see what "The Order" predicts
- Jolt: Use the treasure of gods to fuel the works of man.
- Firebrand: Mark something with divine fire.
Weakness:
- Ephemeral Flesh: Even materialized, the body dose not consist of flesh and blood. Healing work differently.
- Servant: The Order is the master, The Order must be obeyed.
- Born of Fire: Divine fire is in all things, but not concentrated. It must be gathered from objects in order to retain power.
Description: In the spirit world (or at all times to those that can perceive it) the Herald is an entirely inhuman entity. A mass of purple-white fire surrounded by crackling blue arcs of electricity. It's all very concentrated, having definite boundaries. When it needs to talk, the spirit sprouts a stream of fluctuating orange-red energy which fluctuates with intonation. When it wishes to appear as though its looking the same orange-red energy forms orb like eyes (and though they generally number only two, their can be any amount).
When it materializes, the Herald takes on a decidedly more humane form. It appears as a young man of striking visage. The hair is the same purple-white of the spirit body, and floats as though held aloft by a constant current of air. Its motions always harken quite visibly to that of a flame, and indeed when viewed by those aware, it is just that, fire. The skin appears to hold the slightest tinge of blue, and to those spiritually aware, shimmers as though radiating its own light as well as wreathed in faint flickers of candle like flames. They eyes are orange, and tiny arcs of thunder and lightning dance within the iris. All features, however seem to be abnormally angular, fingers end in dulled points and eyebrows don't actually curve.
Story-line: Before the world as it is known today was begun, the gods held free and constant reign. They marked their rule by carrying aloft the divine fire in their heavenly domain. However, they soon grew tired of their empty world, and decided they must have beings over which to rule.
In that interest, they charged a being to create a world for them to rule over. And create he did. However, he found that his creations were kept pitiful and weak in the world. This angered him, and so he stole the divine fire the gods cherished so much, and gave it to the world.
He was punished for the act, but the fire was never again controlled by the gods. It would aid the world in its own little touches, and so became diffused in all things. And as the world learned to use the fire, it burned brighter and became larger. Now the flame is a powerful being in its own right, indeed some say it is more powerful then the gods of old. And when it so deems it fit, this flame breaks off a portion of itself and sends it to the world to work on The Order.
Quote: Try as you might, change will come. I am only here to prepare this world for it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 2:44 pm
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Tyrul Trugrar / Sye Bodran
Age:24
Gender:Male
Species:He is a shifting individual and periodically changes forms.
Home:He is currently trying to find a home.
Ability Style:A magically enchanced fighter and tactician. He also excels in mathematics and is good at accounting.
Weapon biggrin epending on the form and persona, a long sword is the choice weapon for Tyrul. A dagger or other small blade for Sye. They both tend to carry a handgun with them when able.
Ability:
Words of Might, Agility, and Intellect: These short chants imbue him with extra strength and fortitude for Might, speed and agility for Agility, and reaction time and tactics for Intellect.
Fatalism: He is detached from himself and pays no heed to pain, fear, confusion, etc. and strives forward.
Adaptation: Because of his shifting, he is a master at adapting.
Weakness:
He is easily lost in battle and thought.
He is overconfident in other's compassion and abilites. (Tyrul only)
His personas are able to intervene with one another under strong circumstances. (This causes conflict and renders him pretty much useless for the moment.)
He excludes himself and takes pleasure in causing pain and dragging out his opponent's death. (Sye only.)
Description: In human/vampire/dwarf/elf/etc. forms, he invariably has piercing blue eyes as Tyrul, and dark green eyes as Sye. He is a tall man with wide set shoulders and very well toned muscles. He looks scrawny, but packs a load of power. He has a very casual gaze and walk and can blend into a crowd well, if needed. His hair varies colors, but is almost always tousled, like he just woke up. He cares little for appearance, except on special occasions, and normally wears loose fitting and dark clothes with a comfortable pair of shoes. He rarely wears a hat, or any other type of headgear.
In animal-like forms, he sticks with just a dark, normally black, pair of loose pants.
In elemental forms, he wears no clothes at all.
Story: He was born into a rather strict family and grew up quickly. He was always helping out his father with work around the house and in the yard and soon started to tone his muscles. By ten, he was a very well mannered boy and respected his elders. He wasn't isolated by the other children, but they didn't go out of their way to let him fit in. Due to this, he became introverted for a time and concentrated on his intelligence as he built up his body. Some of the children envied him as he quickly soared to the top of the class, and others despised him for it. Soon after turning thirteen, he got into a fight that changed him. He was jumped by two others kids after school and fought them off. He ran off, not wanting to fight anymore and turned down an alley, running into a group of people. These people had come down with the last of a virus that targeted the DNA and caued it to mutate. They were mutants with hideous growths and extra limbs. He soon became infected with the virus and was taken to the hospital where they tried to cure it. Unfortunately, it was a stronger strain of the virus and resisted normal treatment. They were forced to try experimental drugs, and one worked, or so they thought. He stayed human until he was around sixteen, and then something triggered the virus to start changing him. He slowly began shifting forms then and left his parents, not wanting to burden them with his form. He became a wanderer and made his way around. He never stayed anywhere too long, and kept his friends and acquaintances far and few inbetween.
Quote: Being a loner, he reads a lot and quotes what he finds in books. "In Mortis est Gloriam!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2007 10:44 pm
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Ok, new heres, but I'll palce one or two up yes.
Name: Catori Le'an
Age: about 22, though looks about 17 because of height.
Gender: Female
Species: Human, however seems to be immune to Mercury somehow
Home: Insane Asylum
Ability Style: Random Insane girl/mad hatter
Weapon: baton (Extendable nightstick)
Ability: Sitting on walls, drinking mercury in her tea and drink, being cute
Weakness: Small (only like 4'9"), Insane, curious, chidlike, has silver colored hair.
Description: Hair was toughened and looked almost silvery or metallc, though normally most of it was hidden under a hat that was stained silver around the rim against her hair. The hat was green, with black band and card sayign she was deviding by zero in essence. Her shirt was lietrally an undone Straight jacket, all strapped up and all. Her pants were slacks but colored black like the straight jacket. A smile normally upon the pale skinned face. The bright green eyes glittering though the pupils were dialated. Her boots oversized, but amusing none the less.
Quote: "I'm not insane!"
History: She was put into the asylum because she had gone insane as a young teenager. She started to pretend to be sane, after eating a squirrel, since they revoked some of her priveldges. Once she was comfortable, and finally at the age of 22 she had decided to get away. Somehow she beat a guard down, stole his baton and boots, and ran out of the asylum. Needless to say, they're a little confused about how she pulled it off, not even she really knows.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:50 pm
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I'm a newbie.
NAME: Sprinta, nobody knows her last name or if thats her real name.
AGE: 15
GENDER: Female
SPECIES: human
HOME: travels and stops where ever she wants. Usually on the run.
ABILITY STYLE: theif, rowdy teenager, hard headed, likes to bet.
WEAPON: fists, may use rocks, sticks etc. while on the road.
ABILITY: sneaky, fast, to lucky to be normal, can talk her way out of trouble.
WEAKNESS: shiney things, people calling her chicken/ people challanging her.
DESCRIPTION:
STORY: Sprinta was on 3 cities most wanted list by the age of 6 and wonders from town to town in serch of food and temporary shelter. Over the last few years she has made it a point to come to Byoka often. When people found out about her past of stealing they started to worry, but all of the times shes been here there hasn't been a robbery (by her). She is now trying to get an education and is begining to make friends.
Before she settle here she was widely known for stealing jewelry and other "shiney things". In all the cases, though, the same stollen articals turn up with somebody eles all of which who claim that they had won them in some sort of bet or trade. It turnes out that Sprinta just enjoys the thrill of stealing just as much as betting and "shiney" tinkets. This can and usually does get her into trouble. She picks fights where ever she goes and is stronger than most grown men. Her unusually large supply of luck helps her stay out of jail. Her ability to cry when ever she pleases, sweet talk, and summon an amazingly hard and cold glare with her cat like eyes help her win things and get out of sticky situations.
SHE WILL NEVER GO ANYWHERE UNLESS HER DOG FANG IS BESIDE HER! scream
QUOTE: "Wanna bet?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 12:39 pm
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Name: Najah Netherana
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Wood Elf
Home: The Sky
Ability Style: A Witch, Black/White Mage, and Machine Fanatic
Weapon: Lunar Staff used as a broomstick (picture coming soon)
Ability: Masterful in the 6 base elements and semi-skillful in several other elements. She is also, conviniently, a white mage though only a novice. She however has a passion for machines (though her skill is not really considered a skill yet. )
Weakness: She uses too much energy from high metabolism, excitement ect. Also, her body cannot handle high-level spells and magic which she is capable of.
Description: 
(Temporary picture)She's rather short (5'3ish). She has strikingly green eyes with long wild gold hair which she keeps in a ponytail.
Storyline: Najah is the long awaited daughter of the great Guardian of the elements, Salim. She inheirited many of his traits including his famous skill with almost every element, his golden hair, and his striking green eyes as well as his own weakness, the inability of his body to handle his magic. However, unlike her father, Najah has a love/passion for machines and mechanics. There's only one problem. There's no skill behind the love. (Aka: Don't trust what she makes, until she really learns. XD)
Quote: "I can fix it! <3".
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 8:30 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 3:54 pm
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Name: Tybalt Brewer (or Makoto, not sure yet.)
Age: 17
Gender: Male.
Species: Furry (Siberian Tiger)
Home: Ogden, other home, The Sanders Campus
Ability Style: Arcane Myrmidon
Weapon(s): O-Katana, Maverick Blaster, Magnum Revovler, Russian Sniper Rifle, Hatchets, Cutlass, Katana, Zanbato, Naginata, Glaive, A plethora of swords that would strech this page to no end, and Shurikens.
Ability: Mostly elmental combat, but also has a dark soul summon, and several ninja skills.
Weakness: He usally lets his emotions get in the way, eats too much, and has a hard time dealing with his darker half.
Description: Normal Tybalt
And Null, the Darkest side of Tybalt
And finally, Null's True Form!
Storyline: Tybalt is a first generation furry and is treading his own path, and along the way, he ended up here.
Quote: Smile, it could be worse.
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2007 7:09 pm
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(Had to make another profile after Brett's surgery. Not plastic surgery smarts.)
Name: Brett
Age: 12, maybe a little older looking after his operation.
Gender: Guy
Species: Human, with biomechanical limbs.
Home: Most likely some place in space.
Ability Style: Mechanist, mecha pilot, swordsman, beginning hand buster user.
Weapon: A sword(Presently buried under rubble), Hand Buster, a Gundam class mecha and all of its weapons and abilities, and a comm unit in his left arm.
Ability: Drive Shift-Change to a different form that varies with each cipher put into the comm unit for five to seven posts
Charge Shot-Charge up the hand buster to unleash a more powerful attack.
Scatter Shot-Charge up the hand buster to send a flurry of slightly weaker shots in a wide radius.
Drive Shift: Soul Ablaze-The entire body is set ablaze. Fire ability is enhanced to the absolute limit, and fire elemental attacks are absorbed. Water attacks will do severe damage and possibly revert to normal state. 
Drive Shift: Knight's Oath-Gain the armor and strength of a knight with increased speed. Water could cause the armor to rust and slow down the wearer. 
Drive Shift: Blademaster-The user gains the use of multiple swords, and a slight increase in speed. A relatively balanced Drive Shift.
Drive Shift: Godspeed-Speed is increased to the absolute limit. Defense and offense are compromised however. 
Drive Shift: Mecha Mode-Turn into a mecha-like being. Armor, offense, and speed are all increased slightly, but water will cause it to rust and slow down. 
Weakness: Each Drive Shift has different weaknesses, each mainly water. Brett tends to lose his limbs a lot. He is also young and somewhat naive.
Description: Normal
Storyline: Brett really doesn't remember much other than waking up with the remnants of a drop pod around him and a white space ship flying away. He then wandered for a while until coming to Byako, where he bought his shop/hangar. He then proceeded to join the Hunter clan and is currently in the top ranks of Hunters.
Quote: "Yes, I'm twelve years old. Yes, I can fly a mecha. Yes, I'm essentially half robot. What? Is there something wrong with that?"
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