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Name: Xavier Valentine Age: 21 Occupation: Military Side: Chi If Military, what division: Aerial/Infantry If Military, what rank: Lt. Commander, Full title "Imperator cado ex Caelum" or simply "Imperator Caelum" ("Commander of death from the heavens") Skills: Aerial Drops into combat zones. Close combat, Fast assault, Recon. Writing sample: Xavier Valentine watched as the ground rushed at him, small explosions of gun fire pin pricked the fields below. He turned his head to one side, counting down slowly. He turned his head again, the ground much closer. He moved quickly, grasping the handle of his rifle with his right hand and pulling it around from his back, he yanked on the loading mechanism, tossing his body into a slight roll. The sky rotated into his view, along with the falling forms of his men, then the ground again. He pushed the butt of the rifle against his shoulder and began to fire, computer enhanced vision aloud for precise targeting, years of training aloud for pin point accuracy. Others in his unit began to do the same, raining death on their enemy below. A beep informed him that it was time to stop his free fall, Xavier pulled a lever and the drop jets on his pack came alive, he felt the heat rush across the back of his legs. Pulling up into a lose ball he righted himself and continued his bloody descent. The enemy below never even realized what was happening until some poor fool looked up. The man began to call to his doomed comrades, but it was far too late for all of them. Xavier reached back and pulled one last lever, opening his packs burners all the way up, slowing his descent down drastically. He felt no remorse for the man he torched on the final descent. When he hit the ground he rolled up to his knee, swinging left and right quickly, picking off a few more enemy soldiers. The rest of his men landed momentarily. "Imperator Caelum, we have made land fall, casualties, none." An XO reported, "Very good, continue with operation as planned." Xavier smiled; the battle would soon be won.

Name: Caskal Demer Age: 34 Gender: Male Race: Human Appearance: Caskal has a medium build but is tall, around 6"3'. He seems both commanding and understanding both at the same time. His up bringing gave him a look of intelegance. (pic attached) Weapon: Dragon's Tear An ornate staff of silver, engraved all along its length, the end it has been shaped into the likeness of Buhamets head. Grants Immune to Fire and Hast Techniques/Magic: Caskal is highly trained with the staff, his blows are devestatingly placed. He also can cast Cure and Haste, and he can summon Buhamet. Overdrive: Caskal has the choice either to A: Summon an Aeon with full overdrive or he can B: preform Angelic Armageddon, in which he sprouts angel wings, hovers above the ground and fires a beam of pure energy at his opponents. (Similar to Buhamets Overdrive replace fire look with pure energy and replace Buhamet with Caskal) Bio: Caskal was born in Bevelle and raised to be a summoner. He never truly liked the public light but he learned to live with it as sort of a bad side effect for trying to save the world. Caskal learned staff combat from the priests at the temple and was good from an early age. When he went into the temple to attempt to summon Buhamet the priests gave him his staff, Dragon's Tear. He went into the temple with his father at his side. He nearly failed the tests in the temple but in the end he came out alive with the ability to summon Buhamet. His father was very proud of his son, but did not decide to guard his son on his journey. Caskal tried to get the reasons out of his father but could not and so he left for Luca to begin his quest.

John-Phillipe had planned on going home, it was his whole harted desire. Of course that was befor he noticed a hunter sneeking into Ana's home. "Fool." Two others had gathered out side the house also, well, atop another building. "May I ask what fool has attacked the lady Ana in her own home?" He asked as he approtched the two. The one seemed to be a vampire, the other a hunter, a very odd couple indeed. "The fools name is Lucifer." "A fool named for a fool then." John sighed as he turned back to look at the house, he didn't much care about the fact that the hunter was above him, he doubted she was doing much hunting at the moment any way, besides, few people knew what he was enough for a hunter to be on his trail. The hunter found it odd that a well dressed man such as John was would simply strike up conversation with two people standing ontop of a building. "Who are you stranger?" she asked. John turned and bowed slightly as he replied, removing his top hat, "John-Phillipe Aristol, at your service, and you?"

"Some times I hate this place." John-Phillipe sighed as he approched the now well burned building that he had originaly planed to eat at. The events going on around him all seemed to be connected in some strange web, a web he really didn't care to much about. He noticed Sin, he had noticed him befor he had seen him actually, but the Ancient undoubtebly had more important matters to attend to than a Vampire in denial. John decided that he would just go home. It had been quite the uneventfull night for him, which seemed ironic considering what must have happened in the area.

John-Phillipe stepped briskly down the stairs of his town house, his cane tapped the stone steps every few steps. He placed the cane under his arm as he put hit top hat and gloves on, then returned the cane to his hand. As he strolled down the path he waved to a few people who knew him. As he made his way further down the street he turned off onto a slightly less well known trail and followed it out of the town. After about an hours walk he arrived at a large pasture, with a herd of cows sleeping. He approched the nearest one, removed his gloves, and began a delicat process. True he could easily kill the beast and take all the blood, but that would go against every thing he had strove to attain for the past 763 years. The cows never died any more, which was the way he liked it. He finished his drinking, muting out the urge to gorge on the animals supply, and looked out over the town. The moon hung in the dusty sky, a few strong stars peirced the haze, it was beutifull. He had liked the night sky since befor he was even a vampire, that was one of the few things he still remembered about his former life. John put his gloves back on and started down the hill toward town. Billiards sounded like a nice idea, perhaps he would visit some of the taverns.

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If any one could make these attached picks into a banner and avi set? I would like the Avi to focus on the reaper if you can, but it dosent have to and on the Banner put: "Fear knows not death...and death knows not fear So fear not of death, else fear torment you till death takes you And your life was wasted running to what you are running from." and DragonBlood Thanks in advance!

I hope you don't mind a bit of abnormality here, it their is a problem I'll change. Name: John-Phillipe Aristol (silent 'e') Age: 763 (appears 46) Race: Vampire Class: Human Turned Vampire Weapons: 'Cane-blade' or 'Cane-sword' (thin blade that, when sheathed, doubles as a cane and is compleatly undetectable.) this one in particular is silver. *the sheath is made to be used either as a defencive weapon or a blunt offensive weapon* Character Description: attached Background: John-Phillipe Aristol became a vampire long ago, in a time when more anchients still lived. Unlike most though, he never fully accepted that breed of "Creatures damned to worse fate than Satan himself." Of course Phillipe was forced to make the best of the situation. Instead of secluding himself to some distant land to spend his days alone forever, (A thought that tempted him more than a few times) Phillipe has spent all of his 763 years as a vampire struggeling to prove that the curse is reversable, that you can indeed return to a normal human. After all this time he has nearly locked the urge for human blood away for good, the urges being feed by what has now become a rather large herd of cattle to feed on. Phillipe has nearly perfected being a human again, but the curse is still heavy on him and every day is a struggle, though he believes he is nearing a cure. He knows only a few humans well enough to have released his secret to them, and is never close enough to any one else for them to wonder about him. To the rest of the world he is just another rich man wanting. This is true, but what he is wanting is so much more than any of them could possibly know.

OOC: Sorry bout the long absence IC: Judas nodded, it was as he feared. He wasn't given much time to lament though, as three huge worm like heads burst from the ground. "Bastard worms." Judas said, nearly casually, He quickly begain searching the worms body for clues as to what actuall type of worm it was, certain creatures were easily killed, but others were living nightmares. He serched the head areas, but to his dismay found no sign of eyes, this only left a few options. Judas readied his sword to attack, all his men moved like clock work, being close to the dessert had put them in similar situations befor, trial and error had fine tuned their workings against the dessert creatures, but they were still highly dangerous. Judas rushed in quickly for what may have been a fatal stroke, if the worm had actually felt any of it. "Shit. Right then lets get to it." Now it was a game of cat and mouse untill some one could land a fatal shot ussing the creatures mouth as a window. Really huge cats, really small mice.

Judas wasn't sure weather to be sadened or happy, on one hand this was a group he could trust, on the other they said his friend Javen Ilkar had once lead the group, did that mean Javen was dead? "Well, this means we are on the same team then Ruby Chaos. I have heard of your exploits, and am happy to say I have now met the man behind the story. I must ask though, you said Javen Ilkar once was leading your group? Why once? Why not now?" Judas was sure in his hart that Javen must have met fate on the path, but he hopped he was wrong...

Judas sat on a stone next to the path, about an hour behind him was the desert that the four were headed toward, and they would arrive shortly. A few soldiers had set up with him and they all waited for the group to arrive. Judas knew that the group was strong, but they had been facing orcs and forest creatures, a feat yes, but against an army like his, so well trained and battle hardened, he doubted they stood any chance, of course he also doubted they would be looking for a fight when they arrived. A look out signaled that they had come into sight, so the soldiers all stood, with Judas at the center of the group of about twelve, a few rangers hidden behind them, and the ten scouts following the group. Of course Judas never expected to need all these men, but it was well worth being safe, he wasing going to take any more chances after the things he had seen, and friends he had lost because of assumeing things. As the group walked into view he raised a hand, "Stay travelers, I am Iscar Judas, captain of this the 23rd Allied Legion. We are not here to do battle, unless your intent is such. I assure you that you are out numbered and trapped. I have heard of your victory over many creatures, and quite the force of orcs, but we are not orcs, so I suggest you not be arrogant and think us as easy to defeat as such. If you choose to fight, you will die." Judas let his hand fall to his side, "Shall we speak?" The procaution was a bit harsh, but it had been a long time since Judas had given any warning or call to an unknown force, mostly because he knew every move of every other friendly unit in the area, and no travelers had come his way for some time. Besides, he thought, if any of them had any military training then they would have expected this to be one of the two things that could have happened, the other being that they would have been greated by arrows in place of words.

Some of the scouts exchanged glances, "well, best laid battle plans are all doomed to fail." one whispered, still silent as the grave. "To true. we better make shure they get to the captain alive though." The other nodded, "but they still can't know of us." some of the other scouts smiled, "The orks have that taken care of, all they get to know is that some body is watching them." The rest of the scouts nodded and spread out, they took up places out of sight and begain firing with bow and arrow on any orc not already in combat with the group. This made the orcs panic, and that made them stupid, and that made them easy to kill... After a good large half of the orcs were dead the scouts started to sneak away, one by one untill they were all gone. They made sure to leave enough orcs to occupy the group untill they were back out of sight compleatly. "Think the know about us?" some one smiled, "lets see, thats at least fifty orcs with arrows in them...yea, they know someone is here..." the others smiled.

Unknown the the group they had come across the remains of a recently disbanded ork band. The hasty disbaning had been the work of Judas's men, along with a group from another unit of troops. The path happened to be the overlap of the two units scout area and they were still hanging around. All of them kept silent, nine in all, with one other fetching Judas. They were carefull to stay out of sight, or atleast well enough so that the four travelers wouldn't notice them. The scout that had gone to get Judas returned, "Captains heading up the path now, he'll be waiting for them when they continue on, orders are to follow them, force them foward, and trap them when they get to the captain." the sentance was whispered so softly the wind could barely hear it, but the scouts all could read lips and they knew exactly what to do. Nobody made a sound, they didn't want to force a fight, they simply waited for the group to move forward.

One of the many scouting parties sent out snuck quickly and rather quietly through the brush. One of the four members of the group they watched had noticed some of their movements. The two scouts signaled each other and silently left the path side to return to the camp. Judas sat with a bowl of soup in one hand and a map in the other. Drinking as he studied the lines he grumbled out what could have become orders if he was given time to think much on them, but instead he was interupted by as scouting party, "Sir, we have seen a group of four traveling in the forest. Two elves and two men." Judas nodded, "Which way are they headed then?" One of the scouts waved at the ground, "This way sir." Judas set down the map and scratched his chin, "Well, be ready to welcome them, and be on guard." The scouts nodded and went off to do finish out their day.

Judas stretched as the men around him spared, he had been through three spars already, and was now taking a much deserved break. A scout approched him, [b]"Sir, we just got word that a town was attacked by an orc warband not to long ago, the were lead by some strange riders in black."[/b] Judas nodded, [b]"Are they still at large?"[/b] The scout shook his head, [b]"No sir, reports say they were distroyed by a group of four sir."[/b] Judas let the man leave, [i]Four soldiers against a band of orcs? Well thats not an every day occurance.[/i] he thought. He looked around him, there were a few other units in the area, it was strange that an orc band could have gotten to a town without somebody knowing about it and alerting the other units. [b]"Rider."[/b] He called a soldier to his side, [b]"Yes sir?"[/b] Judas scratched his chin, [b]"Gather up a few others and go refer this info to the other units. A town was reported to have been attacked by an ork band, be on the look out for more attacks, widen scout ranges."[/b] The rider nodded and rushed away to gather more messengers.