Darth Vectis

[b]Name: [/b]Leonis Mavern; Leo for short [b]Age:[/b] 41 [b]Job:[/b] Grounds Keeper in basic terms, maintaining the meager gardens they have to produce small amounts of fresh, if not weak food. He specializes in botany and entomology, studying the mutated insects that somehow find their way down into their 'secure' home. [b] Appearance: [/b]Leo is abnormal in size and build structure, he stands at about 6' 6" when he doesn't have to crouch in the hallways and is built like a bear with a barrel sized chest and thick arms and legs. He has a thick beard with a tinge of red to it but shot through with gray. His hair is a dark brown color peppered with white as well, and is fairly shaggy, his eyes are a crystal blue that hold a shine of youth on his somewhat elderly exterior. He tends to wear whatever he can find that fits or that can be mended to fit properly. Finding boots for him to wear is a nightmare and tries to take care of his current pair, alternating between walking barefoot and wearing them for short periods of time. [b] Personality:[/b] Leo is fairly quiet, not saying much to anyone unless asked specifically about something. He typically keeps to himself due to being rather large as a child and picked on more regularly then other children. This bred a short of fear into him of other peoples words, always thinking they'll try to hurt him in some way so he keeps his head down and his thoughts to himself, finding enjoyment in just tending to his plants and studying insects as they appear. However, he does have a temper that is difficult to flare, but once started, is nearly impossible to quell that turns him into a powerful tank. He has only let his temper get the best of him three times in his life, each time was terrifying and savage and hardly anyone forgot about it. Since then, he built up more walls and more defenses to make sure he didn't hurt the people he came to know as his family. [b]Weapon:[/b] Leo doesn't have any weapons to his name, per say. No pistols or rifles to carry with him, nothing really fits into his meaty hands very well. He mainly carries a large wooden club that has been shaped over sometime with careful and steady hands. He later added large nails to it to give it more deadly effect for the bugs that he couldnâ??t study. Otherwise, Leonis uses the strength of his hands and feet to defend himself, wrapping them in cloth and wearing gloves with plates of segmented metal covering the fingers, knuckles and the back of his hands. [b]Writing snippet:[/b] [b]â??The sun is too harsh for you little ones, I must keep you safe from its deadly rays.â? [/b]Leo said as he tended to the gardens, giving each and everyone the attention it wouldnâ??t normally receive from the others of the complex. He watered each carefully, measuring out the proper amount for each plant in his head. Counting silently as he looked to each one, making sure none of the plants had wilted and died from poor maintenance. He touched each one as well, feeling the stems and the leaves, checking for any signs of sickness or any bite marks on his charges. He walked carefully amongst the plants as well, his massive feet stepping gently and gracefully to avoid causing any damage. His meticulous steps appeared to others as a choreographed dance, every movement deliberate and effortless. He felt every grain of dirt as he took each step, his bare feet only wrapped around his ankles and his arches. He curled his toes occasionally to feel the soft and warm caress of the soil as he finished his duties. As he neared the last plant, he saw a huge chunk missing from the plant itself, torn off in a horridly violent manor. Leonis felt sadness well up inside him as he looked around for what could have done the damage. Within a few moments he saw the culprit, a dark mass huddled in the corner of his â??greenhouseâ??. He approached carefully and looked hard at the small creature, it was only small compared to Leonis, the creature was a radiated roach, oversized and over-populating. Its antenna swiveled lightly as it suddenly sensed the massive form before it. These roaches, unlike its first generation, were aggressive and had pincer like mouths so tear into more than plants, these creatures didnâ??t shy away from anything they could bite. Leonis quickly glanced to the doorway, seeing his club resting in the outer doorway; he looked back to the creature and put his hands on his waist. His brow rose as he felt the cold metal of his gloves. He had tucked them into his make shift belt before he started work, to avoid getting any grime under the plates. He pulled the gloves free, clinking lightly as he prepared to put them one. The Roach hissed and chattered its pincers together, ready for a fight and more food. Leonis drew on his gloves and flex his hands. The roach suddenly scurried at him, swiveling side to side as it sped right toward him. Leonis swung a meaty fist and missed the creature by mere inches, the roach turned and tried to crunch down on his hand but found only metal. Leonis took his chance and slammed his other fist down into the roachâ??s body, smashing with such force that caused his fits to ram right through the creature. The exoskeleton no match for the hardened metal and the raw power of his muscles, the creature screeched once before Leonis brought his other fist down and smashed the creatures head. The creature went motionless as he withdrew his fits, looking at the bits and pieces as he prepared to grind the creature up into fertilizer. As he was putting the last bits of the smashed roach into his composter, a messenger scurried into his garden. Looking about cautiously and spotted Leonis, he quickly navigated the garden before reaching Leonis. [b] â??Leo, Iâ??m glad I finally found you. The council has called a meeting, they would like for you to attend, and it is of the greatest importance. I donâ??t even know the details, you will find out when you arrive.â?[/b] Leonis looked around at his sprouts and contemplating saying no and tend to the plants. But quickly disregarded that idea as he spoke in his deep, thunders voice. [b] â??Very well, I can take some time off for now.â?[/b] The messenger nodded and vanished out the door, Leonis soon followed and carefully walked down the hall way, staying low to avoid supports that people normally couldnâ??t even reach without jumping and reaching out as far as they could. He reached the council meeting and saw several others as well; he stood farther in the back as he tried to stay out of everyoneâ??s way. He listened intently to what the council was charging them with, what they were being asked to do for their people. Leonis thought about the prospect of new plants and creatures surfacing because of the fresh water, he wanted to volunteer immediately; however, Kaia beat him to it and he waited patiently for the others to filter out before accepting the job given to them all. As soon as he left, he started to pack, getting his things ready, carefully placing his shoes on his feet and securing them tightly before finishing getting dressed he sat on his bed, buzzing at the prospect of a new world. He had already forgotten about his plants, about the care he gave them. Fortunately for his plants, they were always being taken care of by automated systems as well. Mildly functioning, but enough to keep them going with minimal work actually needing to be done physically, with enough time, everything would take a turn that he could not see, but could only stand strong and win out in the end.

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[size="1"][b]"Sir, the Republic has started to focus more attention on our tanks. It would not lessen our chances of victory my Lord, but it would indeed make this fight more difficult."[/b] Vectis continued his forward progression as Commander Lazrious spoke to Vectis through his communicator. He didn't want to rush his pet, so he kept his pace leisurely, it would have been peaceful if he couldn't hear the blaster fire and see trees being toppled by the creatureâ??s massive, clawed hands. He could also hear the death cries of all who were killed in this conflict, the most agonizing ones were the ones caught in the AT-AP's nitro throwers. It was a tactic they weren't expecting, using them as front line weapons instead of just burning the forest. There was always time to burn the forest later when the resistance was whittled down. [b] "Commander, rush the Shock Troopers in and make sure they are loaded with thermal detonators. Place more cover on the AT-KT's, we've lost three already, I need them to last until the end of this skirmish. Prepare the Rocket crews; we need to make a harsh impact now." "Sir, it will be done as you command. I will make adjustments as needed and will update you."[/b] The communicator cut out and Vectis looked down to the ground troops still below him. They were careful of the creatureâ??s feet, it didn't feel much when it stomped on smaller life forms so it wouldn't notice if it smashed one of them. He had a large assortment of snipers, Shock troops, Rocket crews and typical blaster troops. They formed up to make the ranks even among them and with enough diversity to have one unit prepared to fight whatever appeared. The sounds of fire and the screams were becoming clearer; he could smell the stench of burnt flesh and could see the corpses left behind. Even the faint image of a destroyed walker. Suddenly his communicator kicked on. [b] "Lord Vectis, and AT-AP has been neutralized and another is severely damaged. We're doing what we can to quickly repair it, but it won't last this battle my Lord." "Where did the blasts come from? Did the Wookies plant explosives on it?" "No sir, from the blast pattern it was sniper fire, their energy output was tremendous and was concentrated on only a couple targets. They must have used an entire power cell to inflict that kind of damage."[/b] Vectis pondered this new development. [b] "Can't you dispatch those snipers? That much energy use must leave a noticeable trace." "Yes sir, I've already made it a priority and we are hunting them down. Hold it sir."[/b] The com when silent as Vectis increased his mounts speed, the calm walk was over. He needed to get into the fight. His Padiwans had rushed ahead of him about a mile back; they would be reaching the field soon. [b] "Sire, there is a formation of warriors rushing us. Itâ??s a large contingent, they are blasting anyone who gets close, and sir, there is a Jedi leading the charge."[/b] Vectis grinned and brought his mount of a run. [b] "I'm almost there Commander; we will put an end to this."[/b] Vectis cut out the com and stood tall as his mount ran through trees, the snapping and breaking audible to the battlefield before him. Vectis still had a grin on his face, the darkness and thrill of finally finding a Jedi was hard for him to contain. ========================================================================================= [b] "Sir! Its working!"[/b] Xillian's closest soldier exclaimed as he shot off another blast, killing another enemy. Xillian swung his saber, deflecting a blaster bolt and killing a soldier at the same time. He briefly looked back, taking account of how many men he had lost from the initial charge. From his quick count, he estimated roughly twenty or so had fallen during the charge. It was a harsh reality, but twenty was better then losing his soldiers to Nitro throwers and sith soldiers. He let hope creep in for just a second before he swung his saber again, severing a soldiers arm and head in one swoop. Another AT-KT fell, the blast on the walker revealing the operator to have two new holes in him that defiantly didn't help breath better. Things were looking up, that was until the massive shape arose from the forest, letting loose a thunderous roar as it smashed through the tree line. A figure stood atop the beast head, an ignited saber staff was held in one hand as the stark white figure looked around briefly, then down to Xillians position. Xillian looked back to his men, seeing their fear rise in their eyes at seeing this monster on a planet it did not belong, with a figure on it that was obviously the commanding officer for this invasion. [b] "Don't sacrifice you're lives. Move back and keep firing, do as much damage as possible, i'll contact the other Jedi and we'll take care of this Sith Knight." "Sir, he controls a Rancor. I hope you know what you're doing."[/b] Xillian showed a friendly smile to this soldier, trying to hide his true feelings. His skin slowly turned to a mottled color as he kept his smile. [b] "Not just any Rancor, a Bull Rancor. Hopefully the beast will be deadlier then its master."[/b] He spoke as he used his saber to deflect another blaster bolt and used the force to kick up dirt to temporarily blind the enemy. The Rancor lowered his head and the figure stepped off, the saber staff held firmly in his hand as he calmly walked on the battle field. His eyes focused in on the Jedi and the soldier around him. Xillian knew what was coming, he only hoped that he could get other Jedi here quick enough to turn the tide of battle. [/size]

[size="1"][b]"We can take the master, we could kill him together and we would be in charge of this army!"[/b] Banisk whispered into the ear of Vectis' other padiwan, Mendris Blash'run. She had her cold eyes focused forward at all time, the artificial light reflected dully off of her chest plate and she now gripped her saber firmly in her hand. Banisk had been more insistent about over throwing the master, it was becoming very dangerous with the look of rage and utter madness seemed to be spreading throughout his person and this was not something she wanted to deal with. She knew what would happen if Banisk tried to take it too far and include her or anyone else in his absurd attempt to over throw her master. Execution was always a more pleasant idea when Darth Vectis came to mind, he was never kind when it came to his choice of death. She finally let her gaze focus on Banisk, her eyes and been looking around the corridor they had decided to talk in. Only slaves were present in this hallway, no one of any meaningful rank or of reliable word were around to tell Vectis of their secret get-togethers. She looked deep into his green eyes, her dusky blue ones searching for if the insanity this creature had birthed was now running rampant. She shook her head at him, discarding his notion altogether. [b] "It is far to risky to even attempt Banisk! He has killed Jedi Master! Multiple Jedi masters. He has been trained by the Sith Master and he even extends his own life with his knowledge of the force. Attacking him now would be suicide at best, worst; we would be locked up with his pets or killed in his own way."[/b] Banisk lost color in his face for a moment, and then the blood rushed to his face, making him red as his rage swirled through him. His eyes now the solid yellow color of a Sith as he prepared to draw his saber whip, Mendris was already prepared as her saber activated and was instantly up to Banisk's face. He froze as his eyes shifted back to green and his hand lowered his deactivated saber, Mendris focused her hate and anger and was prepared to remove his head. But she let out a soft breath and withdrew her weapon. [b] "Do not forget who his apprentice first was, young one. He has trained me for many years now, and I'm past your level of ability. Do not test my strength, and just be patient. A time will come when the Master is fatally exposed. That is when we will strike, that is when we will kill Vectis and take his place."[/b] Banisk revealed a dark grin, his face covered in shadow from the angle he was standing. They both walked from the corridor onwards, passing through several more passageways before finally coming to their destination of the cargo hold that had been overhauled to accommodate Vectis' collection of creatures he had 'tamed' over the years. The roared and screeched and howled and attempted to attack anyone who walked by, usually running into the force field placed to keep them contained. The only time they were silent was when their master arrived, this was one of the times. The creatures all watched as his two apprentices passed by. Their silence and their ever watchful eyes indicated they knew their master was down there and they wanted no part of him. They finally arrived and stood behind their master, who was looking into the cell of the beast he picked for his current mount. He was focused purely on the force field wall, looking into the dark recess and seeing the massive beast as he chewed up the last bits of the men who were 'preparing' this one for combat. [b] "Isn't it interesting?" "What is master?"[/b] they both said in unison. [b] "Isn't it interesting that such a imposing and destructive creature could be intelligent enough to know understand the system of the world around it. That is understands whose master it is, and whose his master." [/b]Vectis tapped a few buttons on a nearby console and force field dissipated. The creature heard the familiar noise of his false freedom and turned to address the newcomer into its domain. Vectis stood motionless as the creature stomped forward. It leaned its head forward as it placed its massive, clawed hands on the sides of the opened passageway. Its tusked face sniffing around, stopping as it smelled the one it looked for. Facing Vectis now, it leaned forward more. Its snout taking deep wafts of Vectis and finally releasing a roar that matched it size. Vectis' robe blew in the rapid exhale from the creature but he didn't now move. He reached out and placed a hand on the creatures face and kept his cold gaze on it. He lowered its head until it was almost lying on the floor. Vectis turned to his two apprentices and spoke in deep tone that would send chills through the spines of normal people. [b] "The attack beings Padiwans, we have landed on the planet and will begin immediate deployment. Prepare for battle, and kill many republic fools and even more Jedi scum."[/b] Vectis was now clenching his sabers in his hand. He had connected them at the hilt ends and mounted the beast, standing atop its head as it rose to walk out of the pen and to the hanger doors. The area by the hanger doors was full of Sith commandos and soldiers. Their captains dishing out orders to prepare them for the fight as many of them loaded their weapons and other sharpened vibroblades. Others checked the security of their grenades while a select few prepared AT-ST's with nitro throwers and checked the systems. The stomping noise of the behemoth triggered everyone to look, and they all stood at attention in proper order. Vectis looked down at all his troops, they were only a small part of his force, but they were some of the most seasoned and well trained of the lot. Without a word spoken to any of his soldiers, he held out his hand and lowered the hanger door. Once it finally opened all the way, troops marched out in practice precision. Blasters held ready as they rush into the forest and began a war the Galaxy hadn't seen for centuries. Vectis simply tapped his foot on the beasts head and it moved forward. He knew what awaited them, as was anxiously waiting for the moment he would cross sabers with another Jedi. To add one more lightsaber to his collection and to be triumphant on this planet. His mount tossed and pushed trees aside as it stomped and crashed through the forest, leaving nothing but a destroyed trail behind in its wake. Just like Vectis imagined the Empires conquest over this galaxy would be.[/size]

[size="2"][b]'In the year 432 BBY, when Mandalor the Majestic ruled in his jewel encrusted armor and sword. He stood before his people and......."[/b] I hand came down, turning off the holocron as the beings other hands thumb rubbed up against the tips of his fingers through his glove. It creaked lightly as his hands moved about; he swiftly turned in his chair and hit a few buttons on the control console. Suddenly a hologram appeared before him, it was a figure of the admiral of his armada. [b] â??Admiral Nok Tai, what is the status of the attack?â?[/b] The image stood at attention before the Sith Lord, his uniform clean and pressed, his gloves tucked neatly behind his belt and his boots together and would shine if they were standing in person. Nok Tai was well known for always looking presentable, no matter what the situation. [b] â??Lord Vectis, the invasion proceeds better than planned. The Wookies were unprepared for our assault and the amount of republic troops that have gathered to helped fight with the walking carpets is pathetic at best.â?[/b] Darth Vectis looked at his admiral carefully, his eyes bright yellow and showed clearly in his rather dark control room. He closed his eyes for a moment and reached out carefully, using the force to try to feel for where his apprentices were, then to see if there was any power coming from the planet. It was a stretch to attempt this, he wasnâ??t close enough to feel individuals, but he could make sure he wasnâ??t caught off guard by a mass of Jedi. He knew the masters were dead; he had been there for their deaths. He collected the lightsabers of the Masters he had killed. It was a significant trophy, and he kept them safely in a case in his quarters. He opened his eyes again, he felt a very small spike but that was all, it was nothing he couldnâ??t handle. [b] â??Very well Nok Tai, make sure the troops are properly prepped and armed. And make sure they understand that there will be no quarter granted. Kill all ranking officers, and any Jedi they find. This will be quickly and bloody Admiral.â?[/b] [b] â??Yes, my Lord. Is there anything else you will require Darth Vectis?â?[/b] Vectis stood up from his chair and let his hands fall to his sides as he stared intently. [b] â??Yes, prepare my mount for the battle. Specimen: 119 Subject Name: Crusher.â?[/b] The Admiral adjusted his stance nervously, understanding all too well which creature he meant. [b] â??My Lord, the men who ready that mount will not survive.â? â??Exactly, I wish that it be in a blood lust when we land and I let it loose on those republic fools.â?[/b] Admiral Nok Tai bowed before Vectis. [b] â??It will be done my Lord.â? [/b]The Hologram cut out and Vectis walked away from the console and proceeded to the door, it hissed as his opened and Vectis moved out the hall way. Moving through the small crowds of the several hundred, if not a thousand members of the crew, were slaves they had procured and they were forced to do the mundane tasks of making sure the Dreadnaught worked at maximum capacity at all times. The extra engines had initially proved a problem with the Dreadnaughts power system, but it was eventually overhauled to accommodate the engines and the weaponry. All who were in the halls either avoid him or stood at attention as he passed, none would relax for several more minutes. They never knew when he would come back through for something he felt like obtaining or to just test them. He had killed enough guards so far to prove a point. Crushing their throats was always a useful tool for teaching the dogs to obey. As Vectis turned the corner of the hall way, he suddenly shifted to one side and a red saber whip came lashing down from one of the doorways to where Vectis stood only a moment ago. His assailant quickly emerged from the passage way and lashed out again, missing Vectis again. The face covered by the classic Sith robes as savage grunts and curses came from under the face covering. The warriors emerald eyes shifting between his natural color and the Sith rage colors. Banisk moving his whip with precision that took many years to develop with a weapon like his, Vectis understood the dynamics of it, its strengths and its weakness. It was easy enough to evade, he could deflect it if he so desired. But he never did, he preferred to keep that trick to himself until he needed to use it. It required quite a bit of concentration to deflect a saber attacked, and even more to hold it in place. Vectis moved around the whips slashes and eventually found a hole, he quickly moved in, Banisk drawing his arm back to lash out again when Vectis snatched his arm and then his throat. He lifted him clear off the ground, squeezing Baniskâ??s wrist until he let out a screech and released his saber whip. It clanked to the ground as it deactivated, Vectis released his arm but lifted him higher off the ground. Using the force to start infiltrating his windpipe to cut off his air. Banisk started clawing at Vectis hand, his screeches long gone due to lack of air. â??This is not the time to play your childish games Padiwan. We are about to start out invasion, I do not need you destroying my ship or thinking you can kill me while we are out their killing republic morons and Wookie slaves.â? Vectis stared at him with his burning eyes, and then tossed him down to the cold, metal ground. Releasing the force hold on his throat, Banisk took a deep breath and crawled over to lie against a wall. Vectis kicked his light whip to him and looked down to him. [b] â??Prepare for battle Banisk. I expect you to kill many soldiers and even more Jedi. If you fail at all, do not return at all Padiwan, you know how I feel about failure.â?[/b] Vectis turned away and continued his walk, his cape flowing behind him. [b] â??I will be in bay hanger mounting up, inform Mendris that you will both arrive before we land on the planet.â? [/b] [b] â??Yes, Master Vectis.â?[/b] Banisk said in between the gasps for breath, trying to focus his hate filled vision on his master.[/size]

I currently have three tattoos, and working on some more. My very first one was done on my left shoulder, and its and angelic symbol, its very clean cut and looks really good, the next one is a demonic symbol and the guy made it look like it was actually branded into my skin. I still like that one. My third one was done by one of my close friends. It is an guy sitting on his throne, he is half dead and half alive, cut right down the middle where the left side of him is all bones and his leg is snapped off and his side of the throne is old and broken with a little spider hanging off. The other side is the guy when he was in his prime with the death stare and the sword in his hand and on the side of the throne are two dogs, the left dog is skeletal as he he standing out to the side and you only see one side of him. The other dog is looking forward like the guy and has a more great dane look to it, with more muscle build to it. So far, its my favorite.

[size="2"]First off, I would like to say I am as excited as you guys are about this. This thread will purely be an index of all the characters you can reference for your posts or include. I will be building this into sections as I can, putting the deceased, the living and the a NPCS that people feel they do not want messed with due to their own plans. The Deceased and the Untouchable NPCS can only be referenced in peoples posts, the others are free game to be used as you will. We are also allowing people to create their own characters and add them to this list, either post in this thread who you want added or shot me a pm and I will update this list. This will be a constantly adjusted list, so look at it closely. For now, I have mainly the Jedi/Republic side of this conflict. I have a few Sith and I'm building it daily. But, without further adue, I give you the Index of our Star Wars! Republic Index: [size="3"][u][b](Republic: Deceased )[/b][/u][/size] [b]Master Oâ??laan Dek Taar:[/b] [u]Jedi Grand Master[/u] Neti Male, 8226 years old when he was assassinated. Master Dek Taar was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Rook Vaneer:[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Echani Male, he was an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. [b] Selona Meri:[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Chev Female, she was an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. [b]Vossler Kellborn:[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Human Male, He was the second highest ranking member, and he was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Talemâ??ileraka (Talemi Leraka):[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Twi'lek Female, she was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Chula Nadao:[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Nautolan Male, he was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Laura Fal Jadori:[/b][u]Jedi Master[/u] Human Female, she was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Asyr Hu'lya:[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Bonthan Female, she was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Fsx'et Osos: [/b][u]Jedi Master[/u] Verpine Male, he was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Pwoe Saquesh:[/b] [u]Jedi Master [/u] Quarron Male, he was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Saarai Wyyrlok:[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Chagrian Female, she was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Mas Wyyrlok: [/b][u]Jedi Master[/u] Chagrian Male, he was an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [b]Mitts'tae'nuruodo (Staen):[/b] [u]Jedi Master[/u] Chiss Male, he was an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. [size="3"][u][b](Republic: Living )[/b][/u][/size] Corrun Durron: Jedi Knight Human Male, (former apprentice of Corrun Dorrun) he is an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. Xillian Sizhran: Jedi Knight Falleen Male, he is an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. Mord Wyyrlok: Jedi Knight Chagrian Male, he is an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. Mikkat'hae'nuruodo (Thaen): Jedi Knight Chiss Male, he is an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. Selona Dorah: Jedi Knight Human Female, she is an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. Kend'ittakassa (Kendit Takassa): Jedi Apprentice Twi'lek Male, (apprentice of Corrun Dorrun) he is an advocate of keeping the balance without intervention. [color="#0000FF"]Kendra Ccalla[/color]:Jedi Knight Wroonian female, killed on kashyyyk in the early battle, she is an advocate of keeping the balance by taking action. General/Admiral/Commander names * Reeech * Danyar Meez * Ben Astar * Kyp Astar * Djuj Bellis * J'im Bo * Tighe Bodalla * Tighe Gorshun * Nik Bruuar * Jori Carver * Nom Carver * Allyn Dollan * Fiaid Dollan * Rayce Farelle * Thrak Farelle * Toma Farelle * Allyn Fera * Devon Goldam * Devon Kishanti * Thrak Gorshun * Giz Gunnar * Aran Gunnar * Jens Hantonar * Scur Jal'daan * Pol K'Ardi * Owen Keez * Doran Krotan * Lot Krotan * Aran Nomante * Evan Nordan * [color="#0000FF"]Dax Olesa[/color]: Grand General of Kashyyyk forces. he is overconfident, stubborn and under-qualified. * Fin Olesa * Lan Olesa * Ulen Orsalan * Jordan P'Der * Han Porinom * Ben Pulastra * Nom Pulastra * Tan Pulastra * Jacen Qe-kora * Maik Rosaar * Jayce Sulvara * Uster Trasidar * Eeyan the Tutt * Ash Ulrand * Ben Ulrand * Fin Ulrand * Kam Zanabi Sith Empire Index: [size="3"][u][b]Sith:Living[/b][/u][/size] [b][u]Darth Mosruq:[/u][/b] [u](Sith Master)[/u] Male, exact age unknown, the race of Mosruq is known exclusively to his two top generals and his three sith lords. [u][b]Darth Baric:[/b][/u] [u](Sith Lord)[/u] Human Male, Third of the Sith Lords of the Sith Empire [u][b]Darth V'n:[/b][/u] [u](Sith Lord)[/u] Twiâ??lek Female, a rare red Twi'lek and second of the Sith Lords [u][b]Darth Vectis:[/b][/u] [u](Sith Lord)[/u] Zabrak Male, first of the Sith Lords [u][b]Boust Thanarr:[/b][/u] [u](Sith General)[/u] Kajain'sa Nikto Male, one of the two generals trusted with the Masters identity. [u][b]Beshtra Kelyk:[/b][/u] [u](Sith General)[/u] Kaleesh Male, former commander of rebel forces on Kalee and second General to be trusted with Mosruq's identity. EDIT: We have decided that we will use a color coding system for the unusuable characters, seems like it will be easier to manage and change. Enjoy kids!!!!![/size]

[size="1"][b]Name:[/b] Darth Vectis [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age: [/b]347 [b]Race: [/b]Zabrak [b] Class: [/b]Sith Lord [b]Weapon:[/b] Vectis is infamous for his prowess with his duel lightsabers. One saber black from the Krayt dragon pearl, it took many weeks for him to purify it correctly to obtain the black color. The other is a dark gold color made from a Barab Ore crystal, the saber burns to the point of looking it will collapse at any moment. Both weapons are of equal length, and the hilts are made in a specific way. The bottom of each weapon has a clamp that when brought together, they lock and become a double-bladed lightsaber and easily unlocks with Vectisâ?? force strength. Character Description: [b]Physical Appearance-[/b] Vectis stands at an imposing height of 6â??7, his eyes are a yellow and his horns as three rows starting from above his forehead and stopping at the back of his head. He is also rather young looking considering his extended age, which comes heavily from his Masters training. His skin is stark white, except for a dark symbol tattooed on the left side of his face which goes over his left eye and then continues around the left side of his head then snakes its way down his neck then spread across his back. The tattoo is a detailed list of symbols of every Sith Lord that came before him. [b] Personality-[/b] Vectis is rather unusual as a Sith, his emotions fuel his powers like other Sith but his emotions only come into play when he fights. When he is out of battle, he is calm and rather relaxed, this is the only other time his power with the Force is strongest. He separates himself from the other Sith constantly, speaking down to them when it pleases him, and never thinking twice about killing a Sith soldier for failure or for the sake of killing something. Vectis is well known for a particular grin he has, one that usually shows when he plans to spare a life, for the sole reason of torturing the being for as long as it pleases him. Vectis also takes great pleasure from using Don Moch during saber battles that he doesnâ??t end in a matter of a few swift swings. He desires seeing Jedi and Sith alike, falling prey to his constant goading and taunting. Seeing their confidence and their skills slowly fail them has become an addiction for Vectis that he doesnâ??t mind accepting and using in his impressive fighting style. [b]NPC Company:[/b] Padiwan Mendris Blashâ??run-Theelian, Female, 20. Mendris has the typical look of a Theelian, wearing a normal sith robe, save for the fact she has the top half tied around her waist with a metal chest place that stops right below her sternum and before her shoulders. She wields a single red saber, her embrace of the dark side shows heavily in her overly aggressive style and powerful swings. Padiwan Banisk Drash-Human, Male,18. Banisk looks rather plain, he keeps his cloak close usually to hide his plain features. His eyes are the only thing that draws peopleâ??s attention, a deep green color like emerald. Banisk has a deeper hatred and rage towards his Master Vectis, coveting his position and his strength. Heâ??s challenged his master more than once, using his light whip to assault him and failing each time. Vectis always spares his life, grinning at him as he causes Banisk to black out every time. [b] Ship/Transportation:[/b] Vectis and his Padiwans ride in a Dreadnaught-class heavy cruiser thatâ??s has been drastically modified for the purpose of the Sith and the grand entrance Vectis likes to make prier to every battle. The ship is equipped with four extra engines which increase the speed dramatically and allows it to push harder in hyperspeed. Its also has six extra cannons mounted as three per side along with and six extra quad cannon attached to the underside of the hull. The cargo area has been renovated and altered for the large creatures Vectis keeps as a testament of his given nick name of Soul Breaker. [b] Starting Planet:[/b] Kashyyk[/size]

[font="Arial Narrow"][b]â??Youâ??re sure youâ??ve got the right location?â?[/b] Kain said as he raised from his chair looking around again, his eyes flashing between several different visions to make sure they were safe as they penetrated the walls of the â??Safe houseâ??. It was always nerve wracking to be near people, especially ones that he didnâ??t know. His distress grew when in an environment he didnâ??t have rigged to explode on a momentâ??s notice. He never reached the point where he wanted to draw a knife, but came close to just curling up in a corner and hide from the world. Alexâ??s voice rang from the headset Kain had on. [b] â??Of course Kain, it will all be fine. Just take your time and focus, Iâ??m confident in your abilities.â?[/b] Kain nodded and felt a new confidence; no matter how limited it was, swell inside of him. He sat back down again and went over the digital map they had left over from their days in Second Sight. It had been thoroughly checked several times for tracers and bugs. It helped Kain pinpoint the other quickly; Peter had been an issue because he liked to jump a lot. But, it wasnâ??t a big problem since Kain was one of the few who could firmly follow shifters that advance in their abilities. Alex had followed him for some time now, but, jumping that much tired out anyone trying to escape. He heard and audible beep from the headset, that usually meant he had at least gotten the target (in this case the elusive Shifter of Part one) to within his pushing range. Kain tapped the side of his head set and then spoke as he looked around one more time. [b] â??You catch up to Peter this time?â? â??Yah, I caught him Kain.â?[/b] Kain let out and audible sigh and he slid down the chair until his lower half was just hanging off the seat. He could hear Alexâ??s responses to what Peter was saying, and then started to go over his map. The others had already arrived to the safe house; many of them just sat around bored, finding entertainment any way they could, trying to pass the time or sleeping off their jet lag. He scoped through the map quickly, already knowing where his next target was as he pinpointed his exact location in the great big world they were in. When he hit the area he knew to look, he zoomed into the spot with a few touches on the panel the map projected from and was focused into his exact spot. The final one they were looking for, the Seer. Patrick Bellamy always unnerved Kain when it came to his powers, came close to making Kain feel useless but not quite. He wondered if the Seer already knew that Alex was going to confront him, and that Kain was sitting at his table right now looking down at him on the digital map. Another beep came from his headset and he tapped the button and Alex voice came through again. Kain quickly relayed the next and final location they would have to travel to pick up Patrick, with Peter there now; it would go by much faster now. With that taken care of, Kain set his headset down and then stood up from his chair. He stretched for a moment and scratched his beard; he pulled down his beanie and then scurried from the room. Opening the door carefully and then closing it gingerly so as to make no noise, he grabbed the bookcase beside the door and pushed it in front of door. These were all unnecessary precautions, but one could never be too careful about these things. After walking to the doorway that lead to the stairs that went from the basement, that he resided in, to the main floor, he set up his usual traps and devices that made this a nightmare for anyone not paying attention to the assortment of string and fishing line all about. After he finished setting them up, the closed the door and then darted up the stairs and dodge rolled to the next doorway and he peaked out to determine who he could see from his vantage point. He saw no one in the living room, he recalled that timothy had gone up to his â??roomâ?? to rest from using his powers when he was meeting Alex, and the trip over here didnâ??t help much. He quickly moved from one doorway to the next, rolling over the couch and pressing his back up against the wall before creeping across until he looked around the corner to see both Natalie and Lucas in the kitchen. She was sitting at the table, flicking her lighter on then moving the fire around and moving it between her fingers. Lucas was standing in front of the fridge, drinking some orange juice from the carton. In a flash, Kain had two knives drawn and thrown, one passing through the sleeve of his shirt, shocking Lucas enough to release his grip on the juice as the other knife conveniently sticking into the refrigerator underneath the orange juice container. Kain had rolled and stood in a half crouch as Lucas looked down at him with one eyebrow raised. Kain pulled the knife from his sleeve and looked Lucas dead in the eye as he sheathed the knife. [b] â??Donâ??t drink from the carton.â?[/b] He said plainly as he grabbed the carton and pulled out the other knife, sheathing it then placing the carton back into the fridge. He rowdy ran away from the scene, Lucas looking irritated and slightly confused from the whole ordeal as he watched Kain leave the room. Natalie hardly noticed, the boredom seemed to be getting to her as she played with the fire nonchalantly. Kain returned quickly, this time, unleashing a quick spray from a fire extinguish at Natalieâ??s hands. She yelped from the surprise and turned on Kain with venom in her eyes. [b] â??Theyâ??ll see the fire through the walls; the thermal sensors will find it.â?[/b] Natalie rose hastily from her seat, her hands slamming down on the table. [b] â??You idiot! They would see our body heat before my small fire.â?[/b] Kainâ??s eyes shifted as he looked around quickly then back to her. [b] â??Maybe yours. My clothes are insulated; they have to work harder to find me.â?[/b] She suddenly charge him and he squealed, a slight giggle following it as he turned and booked it. Turning occasionally to spray Natalie to prevent her from setting him ablaze; this, however, seemed to just enrage her more as he did his best to out run her. Meanwhile, Lucas had reached back into the fridge and withdrew the orange juice carton and began drinking again. Enjoying the show this time around as he took deep gulps with every pass they made.[/font]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Kain Dakren [B]Age[/B]: 32 [B]Gende[/B]r: Male [B]Role Within Team[/B]: Tracker [B]Abilities:[/B] Kains is one of the most advanced Trackers, his abilities as a tracker have become extensive, but he keeps most of his strengths under wraps from people he doesn?t know due to his paranoid personality. His abilities range from the typical trackers power of simply touching a person and able to locate them anywhere they go, to being able to see through different wavelengths such as inferred and ultraviolet. And since his powers reflect more on his ability to perceive outside the typical sensory means, he can see through illusions that would fool regular people and some psyche people. He is able to track shifters quicker than other Trackers, but can only do it upon moment of reconstructing their molecules into a solid form. His powers have also become such a natural thing for him that it has developed into pin point accuracy. Able to determine where targets are when he isn?t looking directly at them and throw, or shoot a weapon and hit his target every time. He has also refined his basic abilities to being able to pick out important objects or people currently on his mind or perceived as important at the time. The last known power he has shown is being able to make his specific psyche signature and give it substantial form temporarily so that it can either be thrown, or handed off to his partner in crime Peter Chiasmus. The only way to tell he is using different sights is the way his eyes dilate and constrict in different ways and changed colors. Such as, if he is seeing in inferred, his pupils will constrict to become more cat like and shift in color to absorb more light in that spectrum [B]Physical Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Sparhawk.jpg"][B]Kain[/B][/URL]. His typical outfit looks more like a homeless person, he wears a regular shirt, a thin sweatshirt, then a heavy jacket over it. His pants are typically cargo pants so he can store all the things he needs to tinker. His shoes, however, are specialty made so that they can dampen his foot steps and also have a small compartment that he keeps very small items in. He has fingerless gloves so he can always touch objects and a black beanie to keep his unruly hair out of his face. His nose is also slightly crooked from being broken once or twice, leaving only a slightly raised bump on his nose. [B]Personality:[/B] Kain is rather paranoid since he can find damn near anyone he wants, he feels that the same can be done to him. He is on edge most of the day, if not all the time, and this reflects in his constant habit of looking around as if someone is following him and will occasionally let his paranoia come to light by accusing someone of spying on him. Otherwise, he is somewhat childish as he treats daily life as a game, playing a never ending game of hide and seeks and he never loses. When he gets nervous, which is often, he giggles and quickly suppresses it when it starts to come out. But, when crunch time arrives, he focuses with unbreakable precision and concentration that takes his abilities to their highest point.But, between the paranoia and jittery appearance, he shows he is rather carefree and very playful when not worrying about the government taping his phones. And, oddly enough, his strength of being able to focus at critical times stems from his love for Muhammad Ali, the world champion boxer. During overly stressful situations you can sometimes here him whisper ?Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.? [B]Weapons:[/B] Kain has a large assortment of knives, varying from clean edges, to serrated ones. Each knife has a small charm attached to the handle, each charm something different in representing different elements or symbols for the world around him. He also carries a modified .44 magnum, allowing it to fire larger rounds at farther ranges. [B]Other Skills:[/B] His offhand skills revolve around him being a tinkerer; he takes apart and puts together anything he can find, which can easily be just a remote for the television, or vending machine that some person just leaves in a lobby for him to pull apart. Being a tinkerer and knowing the ins and outs of many devices, he is a very devious and skilled puzzle and trap maker. He constantly creates new traps to see their effectiveness and will even rehash older traps and modify them just enough to be effective in a completely different way. And creates puzzles out of anything he can to provide a challenge to other minds, while keeping his own mind distracted long enough to feel less paranoid. He also likes to leave them behind when he is being followed to baffle his pursuers for sometime later, since it?s the least he can do since he is being hunted. Kain is also rather limber, not anywhere near the ability of parkour, but defiantly enough to squirm his ways into thin and small places and can maneuver around and over people when necessary. [B]Writing Sample[/B]: [B] ?Oh jeez, oh jeez, oh jeez!?[/B] Kain muttered to himself as he hustled through the alley way. His eyes constantly shifting from one side to the next, to behind him, to above and below him. The color suddenly switched to vibrant green and they constricted absurdly small, to the point where his pupil almost disappeared. His eyes now focused in one direction, he looked to the corner he was coming up too. His vision penetrating the brick wall before him, and revealing nothing standing around that way, his eyes quickly changed back to their mild blue color and he scurried forward. Attempting to out run his non-existent pursuers, or were they very much real? New evidence pointed out that they were indeed real this time. Kain looked around once more as he proceeded forward. Looking back every few steps to avoid being caught off guard, that?s was a thought that always brought his blood pressure up. He made one more turn and started pulling things from his pockets, several mechanical parts and a small amount of black powder with some small pieces of metal he just scrounged from the alleyway. He reached into an inside pocket of his coat and pulled out a small assortment of tools, he laid the pieces down and began the speed process of building his next little trap. The small pieces clicking together as he pushed them in with his small wrench like tool then used his screwdriver to secure the pieces. He looked around the alleyway briefly then saw a long piece of thin string, almost like fishing wire. He snatched it up and stuffed it into his pocket before carefully placing the black powder from a small container he carried, and then sprinkled some of the metal shards into the black powder. He started tapping all of his pockets, checking if he had anything for an ignitions source, he found and old zip lighter in his front right pocket and took apart enough of it so that only the spark wheel and flint remained. He carefully nestled the zip pieces beside the black powder then secured the string around the wheel and sealed the whole device with duct tape. In between layers of duct tape, he placed more metal shards on the outside. Once he was finished he placed the device down and tied the string to a storm drain on the side of the building, just at the level where someone?s foot passes through. He knew, his assailants this time, were very much real. And if he wasn?t clever, he would defiantly not make it out of this one. His eyes shifted once more, this time becoming more cat like and slitted. The hugh of his eyes became bright red and pulsed slightly, he was looking down the way he had come. His new vision providing the ability to see in inferred, heat waves popping out vibrantly and all he could see were the heat of small animals such as rats and some cats. His eyes reverted back and he sighed with relief as he made his way down the alleyway, leaving his pleasant surprise for any poor creature to pass by. He scurried quickly until he came to the alleys mouth and let out a breath as if he was reaching the end of this terrible ordeal. Unfortunately for Kain, it was only the beginning of a very long and bad day. A figure moved to the mouth of the alley and stared at Kain from behind his sunglasses, the briefly pressed his finger to his ear and spoke words Kain couldn?t hear. With all too much clarity, Kain understood that his number just might be up. His heart thumping in his chest like a war drum, rattling his ribs and making him take shallow breaths. The figured didn?t move what so ever, simply holding his ground. It was enough to keep Kain motionless, his senses suddenly twanged when he heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind the first figure. [B] ?Kain Dakren, we are going to have to request that you come with us immediately.? [/B]Kain was visibly shaking now, his eyes moving everywhere to determine where the rest were coming from. He knew there would be more than three, Trackers were one of the more difficult to find. They understood the cat and mouse game better than most and were better at escaping; only ones more fluid were the Shifters. He let out a squeak as they approached; Kain quickly took off in the direction he had just come. Running as fast as he could, narrowly avoid his own trap as he skidded into the wall and resumed his run. His shoulder bruised from the impact, but it mattered little when your life was on the line. He suddenly heard a boom, and felt the concussive wave hit him as his trap went off, he was confident they were all wounded beyond repair, or at the very worst, dead. When he came to the other end, he saw two more standing there, weapons drawn and standing at attention. Kain saw little means of getting away without spilling blood by his own hands. His rapid heartbeat suddenly, and probably unhealthily, slowed down to about twenty beats per minute. He could see the slight beads of sweat on their faces from the warm days sun beating down on them, he could see their fingers on the triggers. He could smell the rank stench of garbage and the body odor off the three men; he could hear the chirp of a small bird and the scurrying of small creatures. It was all too clear now, everything seemed like it was slowing down to the point where he almost felt he could simply walk past these men and they wouldn?t fire a single shot until he was long gone. That was far from the truth, however, he knew he only had time to draw his weapons and take out his targets. With a fluid, practiced movement, he twisted his body as he reached for his knives, pulling two free with one hand and pulling his magnum free as well. The twisting motion he did caused him to move to one side as he quickly flung his two knives at two agents, his aim precise and lighting fast. The agents loosed shots; the two struck with knives were off dramatically. The knives now jutted from one agent?s head, the other from his chest where his heart was. The last agent managed to fire a coherent shot, grazing Kain?s left shoulder, but not enough damage to stop Kain from firing his round. The round left the chamber, hitting the last agent in the right shoulder. Destroying his clavicle and shattering his right shoulder as it passed out of his body. The agent screamed and his weapon dropped from his limp hand, he gripped his shoulder with his only usable hand. He turned his head to look at Kain, but only saw a fist come right at his face and knock him out cold. His neck twisted violently and he hit the ground as if he was dead. Kain kneeled down and touched the agent, leaving his mark on the man so he could always find him, then touched his jacket and tie, to leave another imprint in case his clothes were worn by another for some reason. He then quickly retrieved his two knives and took off. He suddenly started massaging his right hand, squealing a little bit as he tried to kneed the pain out of his hand.[B] ?Why does punching people hurt so much? His face was squishy, probably had a metal plate implanted into his face in case I punched him. Those damn government people, always tapping my phone and leaving my front door open?.?[/B] He trailed off in his mumbling as he looked over his shoulder occasionally and disappeared into the crowd.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Tetsuya Shinsou [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Rank:[/B] Taicho (captain) [B]Appearance[/B]: [URL="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/VizardCharacter.jpg"]Tetsuya.[/URL] He is the second tallest in Squad 14 at the height of 6'2".He has a toned build but still has a moderate build. He wears the traditional soul reaper attire while on duty, but will change into a blue outfit to relax from the worlds harsh outlook on him and his squad. He keeps his Captain insignia on his person at all time, even though everyone is quite familiar with him already. Many see only that his eyes have taken on the Hollow aspect in becoming yellow with a black rim to the iris, otherwise, he looks like any other soul reaper. [B]Personality:[/B] Tetsuya is a man of few words, but not by choice. Since he became a Vizard, people have avoided him when they felt they needed to. But when he became the captain of the 14th squad, people lost the courage to even be within his sight. Since people no longer dared speak to him, he simply kept to himself, only truly conversing with members of his squad. Due to the fact that he speaks so little, he never raises his voice but has managed to acquire a tone that can put even the most imposing into their place. And with being someone who is unanimously mistrusted and almost hated and feared, he keeps his emotions and reactions in check when amongst the public or out on missions. But will crack a smile to lighten the mood or show his admiration for another. But, deeper within Tetsuya, lies the soul of a true warrior and a man who finds no greater pleasure then obtaining a real fight. He enjoys nothing more than being forced to push himself to his limits, than forced to push past his limits. He has only shown true respect to that foe that could make him earn his title as captain and his right to live amongst other soul reapers. [I][U][B]Zanpakuto [/B][/U][/I] [B]Name:[/B] Kunou no Reikon [B]Appearance[/B]: No longer able to be in a sealed form [B]Shikai Call Out[/B]:Not require due to being in constant release [B]Shikai Appearance:[/B] Tetsuya’s zanpakuto is stuck in its release form due to his overwhelming spiritual energy. Its appearance is one of a scythe when he has it battle ready, the blade looks like a shredded bat wing. The bladed edge having bits missing from it and look worn, but still has a dull shine to it that hints at more power. The shaft of his weapon is about four inches in diameter and about six feet tall. It looks a bit gnarled at the ends looking kind of like a human bone, except much larger in size. When he isn’t using his weapon it looks like a simple staff with the scythe blade retracting into the shaft that he keeps either at hand or strapped to his back. [B]Shikai Power:[/B] The ability his zanpakuto creates is a mixture of reiryoku and wind abilities. This combination alone allows it to perform many tasks that dampen his opponent’s abilities and strengthen Tetsuya and increases his Bankai strength as well. One such effect is the ability to release a slash from his scythe that slices right through an opponent’s spiritual pressure to instantly diminish the attack. Or if a power is released and Tetsuya sees it in time, he can rip it apart with a few slashes and absorb the energy that just dissipated. [B]Bankai:[/B] Shinko Kunou no Reikon. When Tetsuya’s activates his Bankai his weapon splits into two separate weapons. One weapon is the length of a bastard sword, but with a clipped end and a slight curve. The sword has a rough exterior and appears to be made of bone that is gnarled and twisted. The other weapon is a short handled spear that’s has a sleek black look, with one edge of the spear slightly shorter than the other. [B]Bankai Power:[/B] Tetsuya’s Bankai manifest itself into a massive hurricane storm that swirls around with Tetsuya in the dead center of it with the ability to control where the eye of the hurricane moves. The hurricane is made up of pure reiryoku that violently spins and tears apart anything in its winds that doesn’t have enough spiritual pressure to survive its winds. For those opponents that can with stand the wind, soon discover that their abilities are diminished in its radius of about a mile at first. The wind absorb expelled reiryoku and fuels itself and Tetsuya, causing the Hurricane to grow and its winds to get stronger and Tetsuya to fight for longer and longer periods of time. Tetsuya has only used his Bankai once in his entire life, that was when he was tested to become a captain, and the entire soul society witnessed the magnitude of his Bankai. [B][U]Hollow[/U][/B] [B]Mask Appearance:[/B] Tetsuya’s hollow mask is a reflection of his core personality trait and that is balance. The right side of the mask has ridges that are at the top corner of his mask, about 6 inches long. Then there are two more a couple inches shorter and the one ridge in between the top and bottom ones. The all look like hollow fingers reaching to take more of his face. The left side is sleek and completely contours to his face. In the center he has a vibrant splash of a blue X where his scar is on the mask. [B]Level of Control:[/B] As far as other shinigami and members of his squad know, he can keep his mask on indefinably without showing signs of cracking or tiring from using it. [B]Specialty:[/B] Tetsuya has incredible hierro, he is practically impossible to knock from his feet and not even his opponents most powerful attack can’t cause him to lose his balance. Extra Information [B]Short Biography:[/B] Tetsuya joined the ranks of the Goeti 13 through traditional means, by taking the entrance exam six times before being allowed to join the ranks. He originally was a member of squad 11, due to the fact that he was like Kenpachi and could not access his Zanpakuto and it was stuck in its original state. Once he advanced a bit in ability, he was able to stay up with some of the seated members without his Shikai form. He, however, was transferred to squad 12 by the Captain-Commander for reasons he didn’t understand, but still accepted. Kitsune Uruhara was still the captain of that squad at the time and Tetsuya quickly befriended him. He was the 9th seat in the squad 12 and most of his squad would think that he was content with being in his current state. But, Uruhara knew better, he could see it in Tetsuya’s eyes that he craved more, to be able to put up a better challenge and better himself in every way possible. The chance rose when Tetsuya caught wind of an experiment that the soul society was allowing squad 12 to do. He heard that they were taking volunteers for the project, it was proposed as a means of creating a more effective fighting force and that it would easily triple their power if not more. Tetsuya jumped to the chance, he later realized how much pain it took to become the first Vizard. Unfortunately, he was the sixth person to be tested on, and the only one that survived the process initially. After the transformation, he heard his Zanpakuto whisper his name. Once its name was spoke to him, his power exploded in proportions. He became too powerful to be allowed as a simple lieutenant. He was tucked away at first, left to do special mission only and provided support when hollow outnumbered soul reapers. But after the process became safer and more soul reapers made it through, they created a new squad and made Tetsuya the Captain after he showed he could do his Bankai only after only a few months. He has since become a recluse save for speaking to his squad and Uruhara when he could. He has spoken little to no words to other captains. [B]Character Snippet[/B]:[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]“I still can’t imagine why you would want to become …”[/B] The man took a second to properly formulate his next words as not to offend his comrade. The other man simply laughed and smiled widely, completing the sentence himself. [B] “A monster?”[/B] He pursed his lips and shook his head disapprovingly. The word monster had occurred to him, but it wasn’t the exact word he was looking for. It was true that many of the other Taichos and Fukutaichos did think of people like him—Shinigami who had done what was once a taboo and had obtained Hollow powers—as “monsters”, but he saw them as something different. They were Shinigami who willingly took on the title “monster” so that they could better defend their home. But how did one sum that up into a particular title? He sighed with exasperation and hung his head, his blonde hair tussling slightly. His comrade laughed again and patted him on the shoulder. [B] “You worry yourself too much with pleasantries, Urahara-taicho. Regardless of how you would refer to me and my division of Vizard, you know full well why we chose this path.”[/B] Urahara sighed once more, this time in acknowledgment, and leaned against his desk. [B] “Still, Tetsuya… Don’t you ever regret it?”[/B] He looked directly into the Shinigami’s eyes questioningly. He had been the one to oversee Tetsuya’s hollowification. Though Tetsuya was willing and completely informed when he volunteered, Urahara still felt responsible for his predicament. [i]Do you, friend?[/i] Tetsuya opened his mouth to respond when suddenly the doors burst open and one of Urahara’s men, badly injured, fell into the room screaming. [B] “The Hogyuko’s been stolen!” [/B]Urahara ran over and grabbed the man, who had passed out the moment he had uttered his message. He lifted the man up and bolted off down the hallway, heading straight for the medical ward without so much as a word or look at Tetsuya. But words were unnecessary; the faint pop behind him indicated that Tetsuya had already gone on his way to gather his division together and search for the perpetrator. The Vizard squad was a more than capable bunch—but who or what was skilled enough to steal something from here? Urahara’s eyes flickered back in Tetsuya’s direction at the thought. [B] “Be safe, Tetsuya…”[/B] The outskirts of Soul Society… Testuya was swift in collecting his team and beginning pursuit on the thief. Whoever it was had left a faint trail of reiryoku that was easily traceable for his men. The feel of the energy indicated that the perpetrator was definitely not a Shinigami, but it didn’t entirely feel like a Hollow either. Tetsuya’s face contorted into a small sneer at the implication. [B] “Arrancar.”[/B] Arrancar’s were the Hollow equivalent to a Vizard; a condemned soul who had gained the abilities of a Soul Reaper. Most of the Soul Society was unaware of the existence of such beings, but he had had the misfortune of encountering one recently. When his hollowification occurred, one was attracted to his burst of raw, uncontrollable reiryoku and came running to them. The Hollow was easily overwhelmed by the number of Shinigami there, but it was apparent that one Shinigami, possibly up to and including a fukutaicho level, would be hard-pressed to defeat one. [B] “Be wary Vizard.”[/B] His voice was calm and strong and suggested no form of worry. Truth be told, he was excited more than anything else. If the Arrancar had left a trail of spiritual energy either he was too inexperienced to contain it, or he was purposely bating them. He shifted his scythe along his shoulder anxiously—perhaps he would find an opponent worthy of battling his constant release Zanpakuto? His thoughts consumed him until he could no longer sense the trail of energy. He stopped abruptly and examined the area to reorient himself, and grimaced at what lie in front of him. [B] “What happened here?”[/B] Strewn across the ground in front of him where a number of shinigami, robes tattered and torn, blood splattered across the ground. His squad quickly rushed to the side of his fallen comrades and a painful chill ran through their bodies as they examined the bodies closely. Further examination showed that the nearest body was clutching the Hogyuko tightly, though it was coated in a thick white liquid. Tetsuya could feel his stomach churn at this sight of it, the white liquid-- the remnants of a recently formed hollow mask. [B] “These poor souls…”[/B] One of his men muttered from behind. Tetsuya understood the sentiment entirely. His squad had chosen the life of a Vizard. The poor souls were just condemned to it, he thought forlornly. He knelt down and picked up the body easily, his face emotionless once again. He didn’t have time to sympathize with these men right now. He needed to hurry back and return the Hogyuko to Urahara, and hopefully he’d be able to change these Shinigami’s fate. Alright kiddies, I hope you enjoyed the read. 90%of this thread was written up by The 10th. Me and him will be the big wigs on this one, but not the small wigs.............. Anyways, this, as you can see from the opening story, is our altered version of bleach. We enjoyed Vizards and Arrancars so much that we thought we would change up how they came into existence and how their purpose changed. In our world, Vizard's are far more accepted into the soul society, of course their is prejudice against them because they are now part of the creatures the shinigami hunt and release. But, they are still family to many and friends to even more, so they were given their own squad, the 14th division. This division is easily the most powerful force the soul society has. But since they are a new class of shinigami, their power is widely unknown to regular soul reapers and they became the last line of defense. However, Arrancar do exist in this as well. They were created the same way as our Vizards here and they are as hated and exiled as they come. This is a main part of the Vizard job, is to deter and destroy Arrancar. But, the Arrancar have gotten far craftier in their exile and several of them have learned how to look like Vizards themselves, even when they do their release form. Their left over shards of mask are all well hidden from the world, where it be under clothes or to look like ordinary accessory. Since this is the case with the Arrancar and Vizards, everyone who post will post as a Vizard. But, those of you who wish to be Arrancar, send a pm to either myself or The 10th simply stating you wish to be an Arrancar in disguise and where and what your leftover mask piece is. We will make sure to keep track of who is a legit Vizard and who is and Arrancar. The finaly piece of information you will need is this, Aizen and his lackeys were discovered immediately and they were all executed. His plan didn't get to extend any farther then creating the arrancar. But, this caused enough problems that Aizen is a fading memory for the soul society and is focusing on bigger issues at this time. Otherwise, everything has already been explained or is explained in the sign-up right below this. Make sure our Shikai and Bankai are related to one another in someway. Trust me, that is the hardest part of trying to think of new and original Shikai and Banki moves and we look forward to seeing what kind of Shikai and Bankai you kids come up with. Prepare for your Hollowfication. Character [B]Name: Gender: Rank:[/B] Because the members of the 14th squad have immense reiryoku, or spiritual power, the squad is smaller than the others, only containing 10 members. Taicho (captain) and fukutaicho (lieutenant) are already taken, so seats three to ten are available. [B]Appearance:[/B] A picture or a description is acceptable; both would be awesome [B]Personality[/B]: How does your character act around his or her subordinates? Does your character still struggle with his or her inner hollow? [I][U]Zanpakuto[/U][/I] [B]Name: Appearance:[/B] What does your Zapakuto look like in its sealed form? [B]Shikai Call Out:[/B] What command do you give your Zanpakuto to unleash its Shikai? [B]Shikai Appearance: Shikai Power:[/B] What’s your Shikai’s unique skill? (e.g. elemental control, necromancy, possession, etc…) [B]Bankai:[/B] Your Zanpakuto’s second release. It’s not entirely necessary to have one, but as it is necessary to have a high level of reiryoku to survive hollowification, it’s plausible that you have achieved or will achieve one soon. List its title and appearance here. [B]Bankai Power: [/B] [U][B]Hollow[/B][/U] [B]Mask Appearance:[/B] What does your mask look like? [B]Level of Control:[/B] How long can you keep your mask activated for? [B]Specialty:[/B] Aside from general power upgrade, is your character known for having a particularly powerful augment? (i.e. exceptionally fast, monstrous strength, enhanced kido, etc…) Extra Information [B]Short Biography:[/B] Include what motivated you to become a Vizard. [B]Character Snippet:[/B][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]"Aren't they all so insignificant? All so small and meaningless. Don't you think Ms. Amnell?"[/B] He turned ever so slightly to catch her in his sight. She was a beautiful woman, with flowing dark brown hair that was just beyond her shoulders. Her green eyes showed her greatest strengths, her intelligence, cunning and her ruthless nature. She shared views with Richard, ones that lead to a path that often brought either the masses to their knees in submission, or brought the aggressor to their knees before an executioners axe. Her looks had gotten her many places, had taken her high in many organizations, but her intelligence and her dark nature had secured those positions with such a tight grip, that even the most well connected people couldn't hope to break. He kept her close at all times; he never feared her trying to steal his position of power. She was recklessly in love with him, and he used that to ever advantage he could. He looked to the people out on the streets again; his dark suit with the crimson tie was his normal attire, during business hours of course. She always wore an outfit that made sure the world could see her hourglass figure. Keeping the first few buttons undone so people could admire her cleavage while she slipped the knife into their backs. Figuratively and literally speaking. But, with everything having balance, so did his staff. His other assistant would be around soon, Mr Rahl. Richard grinned to himself at how many people would of killed for Mr. Rahls job. He swiftly turned back to Mrs. Amnell, he hadn't received her answer and knew why he turned back. [B] "Of course they are, Mr. Atrocitus. They do not yet know that they are soon to be under your command."[/B] His sick smile returned, he put his hands behind his back and turned his head to the sound of the door creaking. The head of man with short brown hair with gray eyes that held a powerful gaze looked at Richard. He bobbed his head in a bow. [B] "Mr. Atrocitus, the press conference is ready."[/B] Richard nodded his head and Mr. Rahl vanished, the sound of the door closing behind him. He turned to Ms. Amnell and flashed her smile that only she and Mr. Rahl would not flinch from. [B] "Let?s go meet the public Ms. Amnell."[/B] She only managed a nod before he walked to the doors and flung them open. He walked down the winding staircase with his head held high and his back straight. His red hair shining lightly whenever the light struck him; His calm face, with the distinct smile of his. It put people at ease if it was directed at them, it also made people envy it. He approached the bottom and turned sharply as his first foot touched the floor, and he kept up a steady pace as he finally made his way to the podium. He gently placed his hands on the top of it and looked out at all the cameras, the microphones and the lights in his face. These people were eating out of his hands before he even spoke, they all think they were free people, but the moment the stepped into his sight, they became his. His smile became more gentle and warm, everyone waited patiently, if not buzzing with questions to ask them. He simply raised a hand to silence the crowd, his smile remained and he began to speak in a firm but friendly tone. [B] ?Thank you all for attending this Press conference on such short notice.?[/B] He paused, letting the people wonder at why he would call them here. He loved leaving people in suspense. [B] ?I?ve called you all here today to announce a new direction the Atrocitus Company will be taking. The success of our weapons contracts has allowed us to start investing money into products and industries that will help the general public.?[/B] The cameras flashed and the news reporters went berserk, reaching out with their microphones to ask him a question about his new idea. He simply raised a hand and silence took the room, he fixed his raptor gaze on one female reporter. She wore the usual jacket with the frilly blouse and knee long skirt, all of these weak creatures looked the same to him. He pointed to her and she quickly began her question. [B] ?Mr. Atrocitus, what is it your company will start investing in?? [/B]He grinned to the reporter. [B] ?Perfectly good question, my company will start by investing into the common needs of the people. Both regular and children hospitals, homeless shelters and we will be giving more funding to already open soup kitchens.?[/B] He paused to let the media boil and crave his next words; they started to all blurting out questions, trying to get his attention. He silenced the crowd once again. [B] ?We will also be investing in companies involved with alternate forms of energy that can be mainstreamed. The other companies and industries we will be investing in will be revealed at my discretion as they occur. But, we will be moving forward into many branches, and the rest of the world will share in our success. Thank you all for coming.?[/B] He turned and walked around the mob of reporters, his two assistance walking directly behind in his shadow. The guards keeping the masses away from Richard as he casually walked up the stairs, the crowd behind him becoming a dull rumble as he moved above them. He ran his fingers through his hair, a habit he developed years ago during times of stress or personal frustration. He hardly had those these days, but still did it for no other reason than to do it. Stepping through the door and walking to his desk he looked out the window briefly before walking around his desk and seating himself in his overpriced office chair and leaned back in it. Mrs. Amnell and Mr. Rahl simply stood at attention, looking at their ?Employer? and waiting for his orders. He waited a few moments as he cleared his head, letting his body relax. He looked to both of his assistance with his piercing gaze, they didn?t flinch but they understood that fear occurred often when taken in by his gaze. [B] ?Bring me my sword, Mr. Rahl.?[/B] He spoke in a low tone, unwilling to waste more words then necessary. Mr. Rahl instantly turned and moved to a side door in Richards?s office, he opened the door and walked into a rather plain looking room. Hardly big enough to fit more than five people at a time, he moved over to another wall and touched it with the palm of his hand. A light emanated from the wall, in the shape of his hand and the wall slide away. Revealing another room that was three times the size of the previous room with several racks of different weapons, and armor collected over time. Each rack and each armor stand was encased in a pressurized chamber, further preserving it in near perfect condition with other items having battle damage done to them. Hidden in one of the corner of the room, a simple sword made of bone for a blade, with a worn leather handle wrap and a flint spike on the end of the handle. Mr. Rahl casually punched in the code into the digital keypad, and the container hissed as the pressure equalized. He carefully reached into the case and removed the sword, he walked from the room, the door closing behind him and he walked into the main office to see a seven foot tall man with black braided hair handing to his shoulders. Fetishes of bone and of crows and ravens feathers hung from the braids. His face was slightly scarred, and his expression was unforgiving with his cold eyes staring down Mr. Rahl. Mr. Rahl approached and when he was only a foot away he kneeled down and held the ancient weapon up to his master. The giant being looked from the man to the blade, he reached out and gripped the swords handle in his fist. Holding it up as he felt its familiar weight, twisting it and turning it in his hand. The motion swiftly turned into a deadly show of his renewed prowess as the blade became a blur in his hands. He instantly stopped; he showed a grin that revealed filed down teeth with black markings on each one that formed a complete symbol when his teeth aligned. He looked to his two assistance, both were kneeling now looking up at him for their next orders. [B] ?Mrs. Amnell, would you please open the window.? [/B]She rose and opened the abnormally large window, the high window blowing into the office, scattering papers and other lose objects. He turned back to his two servants. [B] ?You two should go out tonight, enjoy the evening while it?s still young. Go to dinner and a film, make sure you use the company card for all your expenses.?[/B] They both nodded and moved to the door. [B] ?And one final thing.?[/B] he said as they both reached the door, now looking back him. He spoke in a deep tone this time. [B] ?Make sure my look alike is out in public tonight and close this window behind me. But, most of all, make sure to have fun.?[/B] He said in a cold tone as he let a throaty laugh as he rushed the open window and leaped into the night air. Leaping right into the building across from him and digging his hands into the concrete walls as he slide down almost a hundred feet. Once he stopped, he immediately scaled the building until he reached the top. Running quickly and fluidly, he leaped to another building, landing on the roof this time, creating a small crater where he landed. He ran faster this time and leaped once more, this time landing in the street. The force of his drop ripped apart the concrete and the street, several cars rolling away and even more activated their obnoxious alarms. He sprinted down the street, tearing up asphalt and street paint with each step. He smiled the whole time, the rushing feeling of being able to leap like he did, to be able to run like he did. But, even more so, to destroy like he did. But, he need to find and old accomplice, one that he has associated with for many years. Years that sometimes he pushed from his mind since it was during his time as a meaningless and insignificant gnat on the ass of the society he now was taking control of. He needed to move fast, because his accomplice never stayed in the same place for long, always moving out of pure boredom really. He raced off into the darkness, laughing with dark intent as night enclosed around the world. His laughter, drowned out by the screaming masses, but not in his mind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]If any hero or villain is not on that list of people, then they are fair game, they can show up where ever and whenever. The people on the list are the only people that cannot be interacted with until we reach a certain point. Have at anyone else.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]PC killings are a possibility, but, that possibility can only arise if said player has dropped from the game and either wants to go out with a bang, or has now become just another NPC. If they are still actively participating in our story, the only way your gonna die is if you allow it.[/SIZE]

[size=2][b]Name:[/b] Richard Atrocitus [b]Supervillain Name:[/b] Warlord [b]Age:[/b] 31 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Appearance[/b] (In and out of costume): [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/1248765315845.jpg"] [b]Richard in his suit[/b][/url] [url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/WarlordArmor.jpg"][b]Warlord Armor[/b][/url] As the Warlord he is about 7 and a half feet tall and has black braided hair that comes to his shoulders. He has a scar across his left cheek, through his right eye brow, across the bridge of his nose, and diagonally across his chin. [b]Personality[/b]: Whether he is in his natural suit or in his form as the Warlord he focuses on one thing and one thing only. Complete and utter domination of all the people in the world and possibly the whole universe. He is never afraid to take steps against people who oppose him, whether he does it terms of business transactions or if he out right destroys them as the Warlord. He relishes power and never takes what he has for granted, he never does anything half-way, he never lets his plans fall through without a net to catch him and send him back into the fight. He cares very little, if at all, about people. They are just his stepping stones as people say, but in truth they are the foundation for his rule. He sees them as ants really; they are made to only serve him to their final days. He considers himself flawed for being human, he appreciates being in the form of the Warlord since it shows the perfection that was created thousands of years ago. But, he hides it well behind a wall or sheer intelligence and the ability to manipulate the masses with his speeches. With his words, he acts different amongst them, but his malice and his craving for dominion over the world is always there and propels him forward. [b]Powers:[/b] Warlords powers are ones very fitting for a being of that title. He is supernaturally strong, able to smash apart buildings with his bare hands. He is also extremely agile and quick for a man of his size and build where he can dodge attacks and move out of the way of falling objects and super endurance so he can take a sever thrashing and keep going. But, his really unique powers are ones that make him the Warlord. His sword, that gives him his powers, has the ability to absorb bones from the last person it murdered and take their powers temporarily to make him far stronger. His final power is the ability to control a person�s mind; he can seep into the cracks of their very thoughts and take possession of them. However, the stronger and more focused the mind the more difficult it becomes to control and maintain control, it eventually reaches a point where they can�t be controlled. But, the ones he can, whether they are hero, villain or civilian, can be manipulated to do almost anything. Heroes and villains break free of the charm sooner than most people do, but normal people can be under his charm for years if he maintains it properly. [b]Equipment[/b]: The warlord only carries one piece of equipment with him at all times, and that is the bone sword that gives him his powers. The ancient who created this weapon thousands of years ago crafted it to be the perfect weapon; it only surfaced as the powerful weapon it is when it came in contact with Richard. After he touched the weapon, its magic became permanently infused into his being. He can change at will into the warlord, whether he holds the sword or not. [b]Character Bio/Snippet:[/b] (Will do ASAP) ------------------------------------- For opposing Hero [b]Name:[/b] Tony (Valor) & Sid (Honor) Desmond [b]Superhero Name:[/b] Valor & Honor [b]Gender:[/b] Both Male [b]Appearance[/b] (In costume): (Will have up soon) [b]Personality[/b]: Valor and Honor due share some personality traits that make them true heroes. Such as them both having an extreme value of another person�s life. It goes to the extent of one of them will sacrifice his well being to protect another from harm. They also show deep compassion for the world around them and always try to remain hopeful in all situations. Valor shows greater compassion while Honor retains more hope for the world and the universe. Valor tends to be cool headed while Honor shows he can get out of control with his anger, lacking the necessary control to maintain his emotions. As brothers they do fight and have a conflict of interest sometimes, Valor tends to focus more on his hero work. Always doing what he can to stay the hero, while Honor is trying more and more to focus on his civilian life. But, both remain passionate about one thing, protecting people from the Warlord. [b]Powers:[/b] The brothers do have common powers between the, including super speed and strength, also increased endurance. But, due to their powers stemming from the same kind of magic as the Warlords, they have powers and abilities that counter act that of Richard�s powers. While the Warlord can take minds and make them bend to his will, Honor has the ability to shield minds from this power, making them completely immune to the Warlords charm. Valor has the ability to revitalize people mid combat, if someone is severally beaten during a battle and will face weeks of recovering, Valor can shorten the time to about fifteen minutes. Bringing them back to full strength and ready to continue their fight but, both brothers have limits to their strengths. Honor can only protect as many minds that aren�t already afflicted and within his radius. Valor can only use the revitalize ability so many times in one try before he completely passes out from the exertion. They have learned to use their powers effectively, but rashly some times. [b]Equipment:[/b] [b]Honor:[/b] Sid wears a wrist band on his left arm that, when he becomes Honor the wrist band rapidly expands and becomes a shield that releases the magic to make him Honor. He gains armor that only covers the top half of his torso, his upper thighs and his right forearm. He also gains a broad sword in order to fighter with the Warlord. [b]Valor:[/b] Tony wears a ring on his left middle finger that when he changes, spreads across his entire arm and covers his whole torso, then moves up and covers the lower half of his head. After his change, the new armor also supplies him with a finely made Katana. When both Sid and Tony change into their alter egos they access the knowledge of the warriors who used the weapons before them and obtain their fighting techniques. With these new techniques they are able to combat the Warlord on an equal level, it is all left to chance after that. [color=Blue]OOC: The backstage thread is up, and ready for everyone's questions and input.[/color][/size]

[SIZE="1"]Welcome to Earth 53 backstage thread. In her you can present any questions about any hero or villain in our universe. A lot of stuff will be fair game in our world and no one will say anything about it. There are a few rules that will be enforced, they are very few but they are important. The first rule we have is that you cannot interact with specific characters, here is the list: Brainiac, Darkseid, and Wonder woman. Interaction can be anything from physically fighting these people, to even seeing them in a place they shouldn't be. The next thing you should know is that, whether you be villain or hero, you don't make all your battles equal, such as making it fairly balanced, not having too many wins under your belt. Or we will judge your fights, and no good things can come of us judging your battles. So, just remember that, the fairer you are with your fights, the better off you are. We also ask that if you have any suggestions for plot line, or challenges to fight with other players, go ahead and put it here. The final thing I have to mention is fairly important, like the other things. There will be a Justice league and a Legion of Doom later in the story. When and how it will occur is our business, but what you should know is the members who are destined for the League and the Legion. These people can be interacted with, but cannot be killed off or crippled in anyway. [B]Legion of Doom:[/B] Solomon Grundy,Lex Luthor, Jack Frost, Gorilla Grodd, Supergirl, Red X (Jason Todd), Tala [B]Justice League:[/B] Superman, Martian Manhunter, Hawkgirl, John Stewart, the Bat, Artemis, Flash That is really all I have to say, as we have mentioned before, contact either me, Muuh Puar, or The 10th, we will answer any questions you may have and any problems you have can be resolved with us. Have fun and hopefully we see some serious action going. See you all on Earth 53.[/SIZE] EDIT: Red Arrow has been replaced with Artemis

[SIZE="1"]I am right there with Steph, if I have just a wee bit more direction, I can help her with pushing it along. Also i'd like to know who these comatose people would react to anything we do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name[/B]: Kresh “Thraximander” Bastion [B]Age:[/B] 26 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s10/Darkblacky/Kurugane-Tsubasa.jpg] [I]Kresh.[/I][/url] He is actually not this tall, he is only about 5’8” to 5’9” and wears looser clothing for what he does wear. He wears a slightly baggy shirt and pants with light weight boots that have metal plates on the heels and the front of the toes. He does, however, wear the cloak shown in the image. He has light green eyes and a small scar across the bridge of his nose that is always a friendly reminder of how close he came to being brained. [B]Personality:[/B] Kresh is unnaturally well-mannered and very warm for someone who lost his entire universe. He can remain cool and calm at most times, but once he gets involved in something he can get agitated and rather heated about it. Whether it is a discussion with someone or an effort to correct the mistakes in the multiverse that strike at the very core of his being. He’s an even greater oddity because of his humor in almost every situation encountered. Making a wise remark or some sort of joke, whether it is a mature one or not is anyone’s guess. But, under the jokes and odd behavior, is a man with set guidelines and rules in place, disciplined to a level that is hard to find in minds that aren’t military trained. He has a strict code of honor, that he won’t kill anyone that is unarmed or is a civilian. He, however, will treat all opponents equally in battle, regardless of gender or disposition. He also has a code for always doing the right thing, no matter how wrong it may seem socially or ethically. He has also developed a speech pattern that always seems to make him say the truth about people even when he should keep it to himself. If he is genuinely sorry for what he said, he will apologize for his bluntness, never for what he said. If he isn’t, he will simply end his sentence on an awkward note to impose the truth further. [B]Special Skills:[/B] Kresh had no real skills before the cataclysm; he had worked on some shotty melee weapon skills that were completely useless in his time. After the destruction of everything he knew, the universe he was place on completely changed that. He became a survivalist, able to identify plants and other things that could be used for medicinal purposes or ones that altered the mind to make you feel stronger or weaker, able to track better than anyone can and be an effective hunter when needed. His second, and most valuable skill, is his unique fighting skills that make him hard to beat or to predict. He’ll feign that he is weaker than his opponent by not fighting back, just dodging, and then deal a powerful blow to a soft part of their body to show them how strong he really is. It’s a balancing act that not many can keep up with. [B] Weapons/Equipment:[/B] Kresh’s equipment and weapon come from different universes. He’ll carry a small knife on him to cut plants or other things. He has a belt with a pouch on the right side where he keeps the plants he collects for any reason. But his greatest weapon is a large crystal hammer that seems far too big for his small size. The head of the hammer is deep red and has a flat, smooth side, and the other side has a large spike. The handle is made of a black metal with bronze embossed onto the shaft of the great battle the wanderers fought and has three lines on the shaft, one above the embossing,the next right through the middle and the last just below it. The end of the shaft has another red, crystal ball with four claws holding it in place. This weapon he keeps hidden by twisting the shaft of the weapon and it deconstructs until their is nothing but a ten inch handle is all that is left behind. If he twists the handle back, the hammer reconstructs itself within moments. Another piece of equipment is an armband that has a green pendent in the leather armband. The pendant is usually a dull color, but during heated battles and intense fights, the moment someone is killed it comes to life. The pendant acts as a sort of conduit, whenever someone is killed in battle, that person’s strength is transferred to the bearer of the armband and the bearer’s strength becomes greater with each fallen warrior. He acquired this from a universe where war was such a common thing; the armband was given to the most elite warriors, which sometimes meant they were some of the longest living people. And due to the armbands complex effect, it is permanently placed in the person’s skin until they are killed. Which it then falls off and is free to be taken by any around. Kresh has been to a lot of universes and alternate earths where the dangers change and can come at you at any time or place. And Kresh has such a device that can help in those situations, a solid metal ring around his neck that looks plain enough. Until it activates that is. Once activated symbols appear around the ring that glow a soft blue color. This ring protects Kresh and makes his skin as touch as some of the strongest metal and making him more resilient to damage. However, the equal exchange for this is that it only protects the surface of your body, your internal organs are just as susceptible to damage as the next person which forces anyone who wears one of these rings to not get carried away and think them self a god. His last piece of tech is a personal inertial dampener that is strapped across his chest, underneath his shirt. The device itself rests right dead center of his chest and is positioned to be able to cover his whole body in the field it creates. Which the device on, it makes Kresh practically unmovable. From what he has seen and experience, almost any force and be dulled down to a nothing more then just a small breeze. But, the device has only so much power before it shuts down. It becomes clear that it is weakening when the forces acting on him get stronger and start pushing him. Once the device is spent, it shuts down and spends however much time it needs to recharge, depending on where they are and the nearest power source. [B]Writing Snippet:[/B] One instant he was standing amongst his friends, his family was either at home or off doing things they needed to take care of, and the next moment everything was gone. He remembered clearly the day; it was a bright sunny day. He had been standing on a beautiful beach; the waves crashing on the shore, the sea foam crept up the shore and would touch his feet every so often. The cool waters were refreshing since the sun was beating down on him and his friends. He remembered simply standing on the beach, just watching the water roll towards him. And then, everything was gone and he felt nothing, nothing but an energy surging through his body that caused him to thrash. Until he suddenly stood among tall, thick trees and a wide range of shrubbery that he had never seen before. This place was so foreign and too much for his mind to take in at first; its brilliant colors and variety of sounds just added to his confusions that he hardly noticed the pouring rain falling on him. He tried to get a hold of himself, trying to calm himself down and get his bearings on his surroundings. He failed miserably as he saw birds of beautiful reds, yellows and blues that made sounds that sounded like a chorus of earthly angels. When they suddenly scattered it was like watching the ocean again, only now it was color being splashed into the open air. It was all so mesmerizing until a reptilian like creature clawed its way through the dense plants and bushes. Its shiny black and gold scales shimmered in the random spots of sun light peaking through the rain clouds. It had fur running down its spine and its legs and arms seemed oddly proportioned to its body. It made sense when it stood on its hind legs and flicked its serpent tongue at Kresh. He simply stood there, unable to move or even react to this monstrous creature staring at him with its pitch black eyes. The creature started to reach out to him, with one ‘hand’ extended out to him. He shook now, it didn’t speak, it just stared at him. It flicked its tongue once more before it reached closer to him, it gently grasped his quivering but limp hand and slowly walked the way it had came, with Kresh holding on to his hand. He knew he should run, this creature frightened him to no end. And it felt wrong that this thing was towing him along, like danger was coming his way. But he could do nothing but follow, his senses were overloaded and his mind just couldn’t function as it was further disoriented by the sudden changes in position and intense sounds and colors. Since his mind could no longer discover where he was or where he was going, he completely blocked out the walk and soon found himself on his knees looking up at a man wearing the same colored scales as the reptilian being that brought him there. At the feet of this man, adorned in the scales of a truly terrifying creature, was where Kresh Bastion was reborn into a new person. He was shown their village, a place that was made of not only wood, but of pieces of metal. This odd village and its even stranger inhabitants became his new family and new brothers in arms. In this world, he was reshaped and remade into something greater; he was remade into the being they know as Thraximander. [/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]OOC: Hope this is acceptable Delarge and 10th. I am very excited to be part of something as expansive as this.[/SIZE] [Size="1"]PS: Hope this works better for the weapon Delarge.[/Size]

[SIZE="1"]I really only have one question, Does the Baal clan HAVE to become an alien wolf? Or is that up for interpretation depending on the variation in the powers from the main things of strength and communion with nature and animals.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]"Go with the blessing of thy Gods young one."[/B] Tucker said as a young guard of one of the largest branches of the Nottingham Corporation allowed Tucker access. Tucker was the religious relief of major corporations like this, they sometimes called in normal priests. Ones that were so focused on their single ideals that they always seemed to cause more problems then they solves. Tuckers open mindedness and religious beliefs in all things allowed for people to speak to him more freely, they knew he wouldn't call them blasphemers for having original thoughts or questions. This had placed Tucker in a position the others couldn't get to. He walked across the opened parking lot, his robe over him, hiding his nap sack and other belongings. When he came to the second ring of security, they escorted him through another direction, allowing him to circumvent the metal detectors and x-ray machines.When he finally entered the actual structure, he moved smoothly and normally. Clearing his head and letting himself think through all the adrenaline flowing through him. He managed to slow his heart and finally relax again, he arrived at the first room. It was the private study of one of the executives of the branch, one of the many that was well connected with the corporation. If nothing was discovered from this one, then more would be available for convincing. When he entered the room the executive stood from his chair, his hair was shot with grey on both sides and still black on the top. He was some what fit, but showing the slight pudginess of his comfortable position. When the door closed he approached Tucker and took to one knee and bowed his head. He looked up to Tucker with the look of someone who had much to confess. [B] "High Priest Tucker. It has been a long time since we last 'talked'."[/B] Tucker bowed his head and gestured for him to stand. The executive rose to his feet and then escorted Tucker to a red leather armchair and waited for the Wise Father to seat himself. When Tucker was seated, the Executive sat down and began to wring his hands together. [B] "What is on your mind my son?"[/B] Tucker simply said as he gestured to the mans nervous habit. The man looked down to his hands and then rubbed them on his jacket to avoid from wring his fingers again. [B] "It is this terrorist business Father. Seeing the banners burning brought a chill to me. It was such rebellion that we haven't seen for a long time now Father."[/B] Tucker patted the man on his shoulder. [B] "It is alright James, such acts of violence can cause that in the truly devout."[/B] Tucker felt a small twist in his gut, but he pushed it aside. He returned his attention to the somewhat quivering man. [B] "Now, tell me what it is you think of this whole situation." "I think it is a stain on this society that will be purged."[/B] Tuckers attention was sparked slightly. [B] "How do you and the rest of the board plan to deal with this matter James?"[/B] James let out a small chuckle as his hands began to quiver heavier now. [B] "We are looking into the identity of this man called 'Hood'. And from what i've heard from our police force, they have a few suspects that they plan on persuading to divulge the information required." "That is indeed interesting information James. Are you sure you are allowed to divulge such information to a lowly person like myself?"[/B] James let out a loud laugh and patted Tucker on his shoulder. [B] "Of course, they are not worried about you knowing Father. We've researched your past, you have been deemed not a threat to either security or our corporation."[/B] Tucker bowed his head to him. [B] "That is reassuring to know James. But I must end our session now, there are many more that need my attention and there is only so much time in a day." "Of course Father, I will let the guards know that you need the escort." "Thank you James. May the gods care for your soul."[/B] James bowed at the waist and Tucker left the room with his escort. He visited dozens of others before he finally left the building. He had confirmed the story, some of them claimed they already knew the identity of Hood, and others claimed they were close. Regardless of whether it was boasting or not, it still proved they were quick and were restless when it came to quieting this organization. He immediately headed for the bar, knowing he would get their only about and hour before it was midnight if he continued to walk. He refined the information, pulling out the small bits of it and the the parts that mattered. Robert needed to know they were coming for him, and they were getting closer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] High Priest Tucker; Sometimes he is referred to as ?Wise Father?, even though he isn?t quite that old. [B] Age:[/B] 34 [B] Gender:[/B] Male [B] Appearance:[/B] Tucker stands at a moderate height of 5?11? and has long, dark brown hair that he keeps tied back with slim, leather throng that has a charm on each end. One is known as the Red King and the other is called the White Queen. He has a stern face that comes from years of devotion and commitment to his faith with a dark colored goatee and light green eyes. He wears a dark brown vest with a black sleeveless undershirt and two leather wrists bands with several more charms hanging off the left band that are other ancient alchemical symbols. Tucker also wears cloth pants he was given for finishing his training in the Far East, a location he is forbidden by his faiths rules to disclose. He wears the cloth pants exclusively with his low cut shoes and a jean jacket. Tucker also carries a nap sack that holds all his worldly belongings, which consists of an extra pair of shoes, a pair of soft soled slip on shoes, a sewing kit, several plastic tubes that hold scripts he picked up and an old monk?s robe that has several patches on it from different cultures and religions from the world. [B] Personality:[/B] Tuckers beliefs influence his character heavily. He is reserved in his actions and always tries to remain logical in any situation. He could be considered emotionless, but that would be completely false. He simply keeps them in check and allows his faith to keep him strong. He remains stern in his decisions as he does in his beliefs, his actions, or sometimes lack of, reflect his personal view on life that he doesn?t need to show his muscles to win the battle. Some of claimed him to be fearless and truly courageous, but, he always remains modest and humble and simple tells people that he just remembers his teachings will keep him strong and true in anything he does. He is also very self-sacrificing and willing to give up nearly anything to help someone else in need or to protect members of the Hood. Tucker is also quite difficult to ruffle due to the disciple training he has received throughout his religious escapade. [B] Affiliation:[/B] Hood Gang [B]Writing Snippet:[/B] The clouds hung heavy this morning. The sun stood no chance of breaking through this coverage today, only the hand of some almighty being could do that. Tucker had his nap sack over his left shoulder and the charms jingled ever so slightly as he gripped it with his left hand. He walked with a self-confidence you didn?t see in most people these days, but, Tucker was on a mission. He had one goal on his mind and he was going to make sure that it was accomplished on this day. He arrived at a medium sized building with a single door and the windows boarded up with only the faintest light coming out from between the boards. Tucker pushed open the door and saw all the people inside, all of them ragged looking and dirty. Tucker didn?t really care how they looked; it simply warmed his heart to see that the numbers had grown to come pay their devotions. He walked past the people and set his nap sack aside and opened it up, he removed his jean jacket and pulled of his shoes. He then reached in and pulled out his soft soled shoes and slipped them on. He then reached in again and pulled out his robe and put it on. The patches showing clearly, even in the gloomy light of the candles. Tucker straightened himself out and stood before the people, all of them looking to him with such reverence and respect that they were glued to him. [B] ?My few Englishmen and women, we are all gathered here to pay homage to our patron gods or goddesses. We do not judge here, we do not persecute anyone who worships one god, or many. We simply come here to bring the faith back to our souls, to revitalize what has only been buried deep.?[/B] Tucker gestured as he spoke, the charms on his wrist band and on the throng that tied his hair back jingled as he moved. But the jingle was so calming and relaxing that everyone seem to fall into a sense of happiness and fulfillment. [B] ?Joseph Sheriff and his corruption can never take from us the spirit to live, the spirit to go on and they can never take our faith. Separate, we are strong, but together, we are as great as the very idles we worship. I ask that you all simply take a moment, and ask your patron god or goddess to grant you and your family health, well being, and the strength that you need in desperate times. Please, brothers and sisters, bow your heads.?[/B] All of the people bowed, except one, a man with sandy-brown hair and deep blue eyes was staring at the High priest. And he recognized those eyes, even under all the soot he had splashed on and the rugged look he had, he knew who that man was. His heart grew warmer yet again; he knew the time had come for everything to start to change again. He looked to the crowd of people as they all looked up from their prayers. He raised his hands to the people, signaling that this ceremony was coming to a close. [B] ?Now, even though we are finished for today, I expect to see you all again soon. You are all welcome to return anytime day or night. This is your home as much as mine and you should always be able to come home. And always remember my friends; Life is the future, not the past.?[/B] Tucker did his traditional bow to the people and they applauded him. He simply stood up straight and held himself tall as people then started to clear out. He saw the lone, sandy-brown haired man there. Tucker removed his robe and tossed it over his shoulder as he approached the man. Tucker opened his arms and embraced the other man, the man embraced Tucker and there was a smile on his face. They pulled away from each other and Tucker patted him on the shoulder. [B] ?Robert Locksley, it has been far too long since you have come to my door step.? [/B]Robert simply smiled at Tucker for a few moments the let out a small laugh. [B] ?Wise father, it has been a long time. But things have defiantly changed since I was last here. And hopefully things will change again before it?s all over.?[/B] Tucker let his emotions slip and a grin creased his face. [B] ?I am right there with you Robert. I hope the next time I give a sermon like this, that it?ll be in far better accommodations then this. Those people deserve better, better lives, better government, and they even deserve a better class of hero.?[/B] Robert let out a laugh as the implications of what Tucker said showed far too much of what could happen, and Tucker was going to be there for it all. [B]Weapons: [/B]Tucker carries a sectional staff made of red wood with steel chain connecting the parts together. The staff has a few nicks and dents from being used before, but has a fine coat of lacquer on the wood to prevent rotting and to maintain the dented and beat up look of his weapon. He also keeps a Greek Falcata tucked away in the nap sack he carries with him with the handle barely visible so that he can grab it if need be. He is also skilled in the art of Dim Mak, which means Death Touch. It is the art of applying blows and hits on the pressure points and important blood vessels and either causing delayed or immediate death to said opponent. Tucker has never used this style for its true purpose of killing people; he uses it to incapacitate people. He has never reached his limit where he used it as a killing method. [B] Special Skills:[/B] Tucker brings level headiness and rational thought in even the most trying situations. He also brings a certain wisdom and knowledge that derives from his worldly travels and his heavy beliefs. He also brings a steady faith to the others for when they need that extra strength that can?t be taken only given.[/SIZE]