Darth Vectis

[SIZE="1"][B]Name: [/B]Hunter Predd [B]Age:[/B] 22 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Personality:[/B] Hunter Predd is a very free spirited individual; he takes life in all of its ups and downs. Oddly enjoying every moment of it, no matter the circumstances or conditions and to many people, he is off in the sense that he expresses his free spirit not though direct personality, but through an aura that give others a small glimmer of hope. He is an individual, in all the meanings of the word, he thinks for himself no matter what. He is very tolerant of everyone?s religion and accepts everyone for their flaws and traits. He Takes people advice as it comes, carefully dissecting each piece of information presented and then pulling out different meanings, thinking in many different ways at once. Some people would say he is a genius, others say he is just a smart-ass since he seems to know so much for only being in his twenties. But, everyone agrees that his intelligence does not reflect in his on personality, his social and somewhat annoying disposition confounds people since normal geniuses are usually tucked away from the world and in their labs. He is also and excessive risk taker, doing things people would find as very frightening to do, but since he is afraid of nothing he enjoys the things people don?t do, especially his Parkour. But, he is a very different person when someone insults or threatens his life or those lives of the people he cares for. He quickly turns into a methodical attacked and makes sure to put someone down quickly, and efficiently [B]History:[/B] Hunters life was rather pleasing and normal by the standards of the rest of the group?s life, his family was very well mannered, even thought they grew up in low-middle class family. He didn?t have much growing up so he didn?t have the fuss of buying things they didn?t need, he lived a quaint life with his mother and father, being an only child was sometimes boring and uneventful, so he would cause small trouble in his neighborhood, many people just laughed when they knew it was him playing jokes. Others did not take it so well, he was scolded many times by these people and sometimes hit when he stared off as he usually did when he was being scolded by other people. He never took what they did or said personal; he simply brushed what they said off. The only fight he remembers part-taking was when he was about 12. Someone on his block had called his mother a whore and said his father was a wife and child abuser. Hunter took this personal immediately and basically made the other kid eat his own words, but smashing in his teeth in by slamming his face against the concrete sidewalk. No one ever spoke ill of his family after that incident, or scolded him for his childish pranks. His father thought was a good man and did some interesting work for the time they lived in. His father was Wing Rider, not the first but certainly not the last. Wing Riders were revered for their bravery and heroism; they were the few people who tamed Roc?s. Birds of massive size, far larger then any bird known to man, they are so big that they can carry three people on their back easily. Hunter was proud of his father, and his Roc, Rashim, and he was always amazed when he saw his father fly though the air. It was an amazing spectacle and never ceased to amaze him. He dreamed of becoming a Wing Rider and soon enough his dream came to reality when he turned 16. He was not only initiated into the Wing Riders, receiving his very own Roc named Obsidian, but he also received a Prophet. The beings name was Abaddon oddly enough named after a fallen angel; Hunter gladly accepted his new partners and learned about and from both as he aged. [B]Attacks & abilities: [/B] [B]Wings of Freedom:[/B] Hunter produces a natural aura that causes people around him, especially those of friendly nature, to feel the ever present grasp of doubt and worry be lifted from their minds and many have said they feel like a cool summer breeze surged through their bodies and left them in states of tranquility and calmness. [B]Riders Call:[/B] This is simply Hunter using the right pitch or tone to signal Obsidian to act and attack in the right manor and direction to enact a destructive and powerful force on the person who is the target. [B]Fathers Judgment:[/B] Hunter can take some of the aura around him and give it a negative charge, not so much in the effect of electricity, but in negative thoughts and doubts. And then channel them in another?s mind, this requires concentration and time enough for him to stand still and focus the energy. [B]Later~[/B] [B]Fall from Grace: [/B]Hunter?s body changes with the help of Abaddons unique powers, his clothing becomes apart of his skin and quickly thickens and turns into a thick coat of armor that has skin like color. This is used when he is free-falling from Obsidian to deliver a powerful blow to his enemies using his weight and speed to crush them. [B] Hands of Power:[/B] Hunter?s arms grow in size, not to a size of obviously disgusting proportion, but in strength mostly. With this he becomes strong enough to lift cars over hi head and hurl them like baseballs. This drains his physical strength and him as the spell lasts. [B]Shifters of Ages:[/B] This power is purely based off of Abaddons powers. This gives Hunter the ability to shape-shift himself and his Roc into any weapon. This is powerful in the fact that there is always a use for it, in any situation. But, with this spell, Hunter grows older. The shifting feeds directly off his life, causing him to age and his body to wear out. He can only use it in dire situations, such as to deliver the final crushing blow to his enemy [B]Appearance:[/B] [B][I][url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/markcopy.jpg] Hunter Predd. [/url] [/I][/B]He doesn?t have the red eye, and his clothes consist of more practical things to wear as a Wing Rider. He has a normal, blank long sleeve shirt and a tough leather vest with unique leather gloves that cover his hands. He wears cloth pants that were made for wear and tear, especially from the back of a Roc, and the rubbing of the harness against his legs. [B] Prophet's Name:[/B] Abaddon [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Special Power(s): [/B]Abaddons powers are that of a shape-shifter. He can alter the very physical nature of his own body. Changing every aspect of his look at a whims notice, this ability of his gives Hunter the power to change his appearance in a multitude of ways. Sometimes subtle ways, sometimes not so subtle, he can make himself look like someone said person knows and can imitate their behavior perfectly. This is a perfect tactic for gaining the trust of someone with proper information. The only proper way he can imitate a person is by simply touching the person they are trying to find out information from. [B]Personality:[/B] Abaddon is very manipulative and very cunning; he is ever calculating and is constantly figuring out ways to make the situation favor him. He as very little regard for people and their beliefs and constantly berates other religions with saying that Prophetism is the only true religion. He is a radical in short terms and finds no flaw in ridding the world of non-believers and heretics. As he calls them. [B]History:[/B] Abaddon was a radical as earlier mentioned. He took action constantly, and was very forceful in his dealings. He always pressured people into the faith, making them believe that if they weren?t part of the faith, they would forever damned to the deepest pits and shunned by others for eternity. He was also very brutal in his actions towards others who were speaking of other faiths; he criticized them openly and made them out as fools to the people. He tore them down bit by bit and forced them to retreat in every meaning of the word. He was a very intolerable man and always refused to listen to other preachers of his faith about his ways and tactics. How they were the wrong means to gain confidence in the people, he ignored every word they spoke and would even dare to ridicule them in front of the entire sect. He was hot headed then and always ready to explode at someone if they questioned his ways. He soon learned the hard way that preaching to the people, meant you needed to be subtle and kind in your words. Force only lead to an unhappy way of sending you to unwanted places. Normally, he would have been killed for his complete disregard for the faiths rules. But, due to the fact he was successful enough to draw in enough people to their sect, he was simply imprisoned into a pair of finely made leather gloves. The very same pair that Hunter Predd wears to this day. [B]Appearance:[/B] [B][I][url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Art%20images/Nightwalker.jpg] Abaddon. [/url][/I][/B] He looks this way so that it is easier to shift forms, whenever Hunter speaks with him, he always assumes a different form, and never remains in that form for long. Always shifting bodies as the conversation continues. Only taking the black from shown when he deems the conversation over. OOC: Hope this is all good for you Premonition. Glad to be part of this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]The darkness was a powerful force to be reckoned with, a force that is very intimidating and terrifying in the streets of the cities with all of its bright lights and many people. The Deep Forest, however, was a different story entirely. The void of life of any intelligent creature to the level of man was everywhere. Nothing in these woods would understand the complex ways of humans, how they didn't operate on instincts alone and usually didn't kill just for food. Achilles had adopted the ways of these forest quickly, this was his home away from man. And he felt welcomed in the dark embrace of night, his cottage was dwarfed by the massive trees and their shadows that were being created by the pure moon light. He sat at his table with a cup of tea and a hearty meal before him, he ate steadily as the image of Dreadnought sat in the chair across from him. And his new animal companion was perched on the top of a chair on his right, its head tucked under its wing as he slowly breathed. Sleeping quietly he looked to the great bird a few times. Still trying to understand the story behind its coming. Achilles had killed many of these birds before, they were fierce creatures. They never quit, that was their problem. They always went for the kill, always very deadly creatures and were very stand alone creatures. It was different that this creature was rather warm, but it also expressed a sort of humbleness that the other War Shrieks didn't have. War Shrieks were birds that usually had an aura of dominance and ill will toward other creatures.This one was different. It seemed to respect other creatures around it and didn't us its over powering body and presence to try and intimidate Achilles. But it still had the look of a creature that would kill you in an instant if you dare harm it, or its new friend. He grinned at the sleeping creature and finished off his meal and relaxed in the chair. He saw Dreadnought staring at the War Shriek, well the mental image of him was. To Achilles, he looked as solid as the table was. He was leaning his elbows on the table and had his fingers laced together as pressed both index fingers to his lips. His young face was just a falsehood compared to his real age, his spiked silver hair was clean cut all the time and his grayish eyes showed he knew a lot more then he would reveal. His lean figure was built moderately, nothings very outstanding about his muscles, his simple clothes resembled something close to Achilles, but his were classic colors of brown and green. Achilles stared at Dreadnought as he carefully analyzed the creature before him. Achilles could see the small amount of recognition from Dreadnought. He could see the machines turning in his mind as he tried to understand the creature before him and how it functioned on a different note then the others of his species. Achilles finally let out a loud sigh, breaking Dreadnoughts concentration and forcing him to look at his soul link. [B] "Is there something you wish to say Achilles?"[/B] Achilles looked into the eyes of Dreadnought and used his fingers to pick up a small piece of meat and popped it into his mouth and chewed a few times before swallowing and then speaking. [B] "Its just that you are analyzing my new friend a little too hard. Yes, he is different and it is defiantly odd. But, it seems he means no harm. you would have sensed it long before he even managed to make it this far into our home."[/B] Dreadnought sighed as he out his hands on the table and spoke in his usual tone of indifference and boredom. [B] "You're right, this bird of yours is quite different indeed. I am looking forward to seeing its abilities. So, what are you going to name it? If you are at all."[/B] Achilles looked at the bird, he instantly had the name he was going to use for a powerful and enigmatic creature. He grinned as he relaxed in his chair. [B] "He will be named Ash'Tar."[/B] Dreadnought chuckled at him. [B] "It seems you know your warrior races well Achilles. I didn't think anyone remembered the Ash'Tar."[/B] Achilles looked to Dreadnought with the grin still on his face. [B] "Someone like me would know who they are. Too bad they were wiped out before I was born. So many races were jealous of their unique skills. It would have been an experience of a life time to train with them."[/B] Dreadnought chuckled again as he placed the side of his face in his right palm. [B] "You will Achilles, in time. And trust me, you will enjoy every second of it."[/B] Achilles was about to ask more questions, when he heard the rustling from the outside woods. He waited patiently as Ash'Tar slowly came awake and screeched a little and looked around. Achilles heard the knock from the back of his home and quickly went to the back to find a letter sitting promptly in his basket designed to keep his mail dry from the rain. He pulled it out and read it carefully, another letter from Gale. This one was straight forward, telling him to arrive at the castle as soon as possible. Achilles walked back to the main room as he finished the letter, he then handed it to Ash'Tar so he could shred it up. He looked to the image of Dreadnought sitting at the table. [B] "We are leaving, tonight."[/B] Achilles quickly gather all the things he would need for his trip, Dreadnought simply watched, as did Ash'Tar. He finished within a few minutes and was out the door. He spoke to Dreadnought before he walked into the darkness, telling him to place magic traps every where he could to protect their home. He did so quickly, and then remained silent as Achilles venture through the forest, taking different turns here and there until he came to a cave. He entered the cave and grabbed and unlit torch, he scrapped it across the cave wall and it ignited. He walked to the back of the cave until he saw a large harness floating in the middle of the cave. He grinned as walked up the floating harness and tapped the front of it. The harnessed moved and an very large cat rose from it sleeping spot, it was bulky and had glowing green eyes that saw everything. Its fur wasn't a defining color, it shifted with the color of the background, turning invisible and then reappearing constantly. Achilles pet the great cats head as it stretched, its claws were about as big as his head. He continued to grin as he pet the cat, scratching its back, it purred lightly at him and rubbed his large head against his chest. [B] "Well, its been awhile since I've seen the Moor Cat. What is he doing out of his swamp?" "You remember when we found him as a kitten. He grew quiet fast in the past few years, it was about three years ago if I remember. Dru'shak has been very faithful, getting us through these woods multiple times. Maybe finally he will get to see some combat instead of being a mode of transportation." "Yes, hopefully."[/B] Dreadnought said as Achilles mounted the Moor cat and the trotted out of the cave. Ash'Tar came out of the trees and landed on the thick leather arm guard he had made for the bird. He looked into the creatures eyes carefully. [B] "You stay hidden until I whistle, be careful my new friend. Many things are in the city that would kill you for your valuable organs and plumage. Do not kill, but defend yourself as need be."[/B] The bird cocked its head, as if asking what he was talking about, but it had the look of understanding. It took off quickly and was gone into the night, Achilles tapped the ribs of the Moor cat and quickly took off into the night, heading for the castle of Lord Gale, and old friend in need of his services once again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name: [/B]Achilles [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Age:[/B] 29 [B]Race:[/B] Human [B]Position:[/B] Soldier of Fujin [B] Personality: [/B]Achilles comes off as a war torn individual, his scars and battle torn armor are vivid images of the battles and wars he has seen and fought in. But, this contradicts his true feelings. He is but a simple man, he is kind and giving when it comes to the people he cares about and has fought beside for several years. He takes care of the people of Fujin when he could, giving some of his earning to poor families and orphanages. He had no family of his own, so he compensated by taking care of abandoned children. But, when someone crosses him or does something to provoke him, they can expect a swift retaliation of the fatal kind. He is unforgiving and merciless when it comes to war, he grants no quarter and refuses to give anyone a shred of lenience. He has shown on many occasions to be a brutal and down right ruthless fighter. Very few challenge him willingly; none ever live through the challenge. When Achilles fights, he enters a state of mind where everything is kill or be killed. There is no middle ground, so he fights his hardest and the best he can so he can live another day. [B] Appearance:[/B] Achilles is 6"0' and holds himself as if he was even taller. He has dark brown hair that comes to just below his jaw line and strong features that make handsome to many women. He had green eyes and powerful frame, well toned and exercised to perfect shape. His clothes are simply in the fact it is only a shirt and a pair of pants with some light boots. He keeps Dreadnought at his hip and now has a thick leather guard on his left forearm for his new friend to rest on. His armor is made of a light metal that is flexible and durable. It covers his entire right arm and hand and his torso while leaving his left arm bare. He has a dark forest cloak that lets him traverse the Deep Forest without being seen. [B]Weapon:[/B] Dreadnought: This is an ancient sword of untold magic; it was given to him by the Kapa demon Emilio. The Blade is from before the record books began to date events in history. So its age is impossible to tell, since it looks brand new, no matter how many times it is used by Achilles. The swords magic is an entity in itself; it continuously evolves and changes to fit the new wars and battles. Achilles never knows what to expect from Dreadnought, only surprises and death. [B]Abilities/magic:[/B] Achilles natural athletic ability and abnormally high so he is stronger, faster and more agile then any man. His abilities are his reflexes and his pinpoint accuracy at quick speeds that allow him to deliver devastating blows to his opponent. His magic comes straight from his blade. Its magic is fatal to demons of all kinds, and since he merged with the sword several years back he has become immune to demons magic. Otherwise, it simply takes a pin prick from the sword to send a demon unconscious, and a slice or gash can kill easily. Many demons are wary of him, save for the few he befriended before Dreadnought. [B]Character Snippet:[/B] The sky was a deep blue, and the few white clouds that floated along couldn?t hope to block out the great ball of warmth that was passed the noon mark. The trees in the forest swayed as the cool breeze blew through the limbs and green leaves of the deep forest. This was hazardous territory for any who were not prepared for the worst. Achilles was always ready, his cottage in the Deep Forest was cozy and comfortable change in background, and the stone chimney stack and structure were the right colored stones to give off the feeling of warmth and welcome. The inside of his home was much better furnished then the one he lived in before they disappeared. It had a table that could fit about five or six people on it, and a large hearth that held a great fire in it. A wall separated his bedroom from the rest of the cottage, his bedroom was simple in the fact that the bed was not to large and the bathing area was a tub with not much to it. Just some pitchers here and there so that he could either fill the tub or use his wash basin to do small clean ups. Achilles sat in a wooden chair, made of one of the local trees, and watched the surrounding area from his porch. He enjoyed the tranquility of the land and how peaceful it was. He liked how very few people dare venture this far into the woods, stranger creatures roamed these lands. Some of them pure flesh and bone, others were a weird combination of metal and flesh. Creatures from the world before this one, things that were created to fight a war far older then anything known to man. Well, save for his blade, Dreadnought. Who still refused to reveal his story to him, it was rather annoying and irritating, since he only had the company of Dreadnought, and an oddly enough, friend War Shriek that would often sat by Achilles. Enjoying his company, as it seemed to him, when he just talked of old wars and even grander battles that took place in the lifetime of Achilles. By accounts, he should be much older, but, somehow he was reverted back to his old self, before he was force to take on the form of Abaddon. He liked being human again, and having Dreadnoughts company. The War Shriek was just a new friend to add to the few friends he had in his life time. He looked over to the new perch he had made for his new friend only a few hours ago. He hoped it would hold up to the weight and size of his other companion. Not a moment later, a loud and boom shriek came form the sky, Achilles leaned forward to look past the overhang of his porch and saw a massive winged creature in the sky. It came in for the dive and landed lightly on its new perch. Its body was bigger then any hawk Achilles had ever seen. Its large talons looked big enough to carry a child away or kill a man. The hooked beak was intimidating and its large, round, yellow eyes gave that feeling, to most people, of an insidious nature. Achilles simply smiled at the War Shriek and held out a handful of dried meat. The War Shriek took it greedily, never peaking Achilles hand once. He reached out and pet the great head of the War Shriek, he felt it push its neck into his hands to he could pet it more. His smile grew a little as he pet the great bird and began talking, telling stories of war, and the times in between. Of the people he meet, the people he killed and the people he loved. He told the bird of his recent times, where all of the money he received from Fujin for all of his hard work in pervious years, was being distributed to people all over Fujin. He kept a little bit from each pay so that he could have a little bit of money to spend when he went into town, just for supplies or things he might need. As he spoke to the shriek he saw movement in the forest, but didn?t react to it. He left Dreadnought in place as he spoke aloud. [B] ?I see you out there. Come out before I make you.? [/B]Within seconds a man standing in a uniform appeared from the brush. He was wearing a cloak with a messenger bag at his hip, Achilles recognized the symbol on the mans uniform. [B] ?So, you are a Soldier of Fujin. What brings you to my domain young man??[/B] The man walked up casually to Achilles and reached into his bag and pulled out a envelope with a wax seal on it. The Royal seal in fact. Achilles just smiled and shook his head gently. [B] ?Oh Gale, you and your formalities, I wonder what he could need from me.?[/B] He tore the seal and pulled out the letter, handing the envelope to the War Shriek so it could have something to play with. He unfolded the letter and began to read the long winded speech he wrote on the piece of paper. He scanned through it, trying to find any hidden meanings in case this was an over sensitive letter. He found nothing and saw it was simply a letter saying he missed his old friend and wished for him to come and visit soon. He thought it was odd he emphasized soon in the letter, he folded it up and handed it off to the War Shriek, it quickly tore it up as Achilles leaned back in his chair. [B] ?So, messenger boy. It seems a little odd you would make it through this rough forest without a guide, and totally unscathed by yourself.?[/B] The messenger simply grinned and shrugged. [B] ?I guess I am just lucky.? ?Luck has nothing to do with it. No one knows this land better then me, only guides can travel these lands without running into creatures of old. You look far to young to know anything about this land, especially since you have been in Fujin most of your life. If you really are a soldier of Fujin.?[/B] The Messenger had an expression of something being insulted. [B] ?Are you questioning my position in the Fujin army? That?s just insulting.?[/B] Achilles shook his head. [B] ?You?re not a Fujin warrior, you are a spy. I know this because every Fujin soldier knows a secret path to my home. They always drop the messages off; they never show their faces to me. Even if I always see them drop the message off. Second, Fujin soldiers don?t wear their uniform out here, not after the fight with the elves. And Thirdly, we changed our uniforms slightly every year. Its subtle, but it is noticeable to all Commanders and Generals of Fujin Armies.?[/B] Achilles stood from his chair and pointed to the insignia. [B] ?You see the stars on the insignia.? [/B]The Soldier nodded as he looked down. [B] ?Yours only has four stars, current uniforms have six stars. We give our units updated gear every year.?[/B] Azeroth reached for Dreadnought and instantly saw the man slide a knife from under his sleeve and tried to send it into Achilles throat. He batted the arm away and drew his sword in a flash and slashed it across the mans throat. He stared in shock and awe as he fell backwards and died in a pool of his own blood. Achilles grabbed the bodies arm and dragged him into the forest; he walked back to his chair and seated himself. He contemplated things as he pet the friendly War Shriek.[/SIZE] OOC: Glad to see this up, and happy to be the first one to post :D

[SIZE="1"]Brash'una listened to the information, when he had heard the word Hak' tuk he was instantly interested in all the information that this stranger had. He quickly established a link with Adun telling him upload all the information he had acquired and to record all of it concerning the Ash' Tar home world. Adun quickly downloaded the information and reported to Brash'una, telling him that it was complete and the significant information concerning Hak' tuk was ready for him to check. He relayed his confirmation to Adun and went to lances side and spoke to him through a closed psionic link. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "I have work to do, new information has called me to attention and I need to you stay here and make sure this new comer does no prove to be a threat."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance nodded at him. [B] "That will be easy enough to do. Make sure to hurry up, we need to collaborate on whether we should trust him."[/B] Brash'una nodded then tapped a button on his wrist devise and was warped back to Adun. He instantly started going through the information, checking all reference to Hak' tuk and what was going on. He knew he would have to send his people this information as soon as possible. He began using Micheal's ships long range transmission unit to contact the Ash' Tar people. With the added boost form his ship to get the live communications out to them. He connected with an Ash' Tar ship in his system after a few minutes of waiting and deciphering the data. [B][I][COLOR="SeaGreen"] "Who contacts Ash' Tar mothership Dra' shuk?"[/COLOR][/I][/B] Another Ash' Tar was on Aduns screen speaking in a demanding and some what overly superior tone. Brash'una stood hunched over his work and spoke without looking into the screen. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"]"It is of no concern of you that you ask who is making contact, just find a general as soon as possible."[/COLOR][/I][/B] [B][I][COLOR="SeaGreen"] "You do not demand anything without proper authorization." [/COLOR][/I][/B]Brash'una looked up into the screen to look into the glowing pair of eyes that were this Ash' Tar warrior. [COLOR="SeaGreen"][B][I] "You will retrieve a general immediately, that is the orders of Brash'una."[/I][/B][/COLOR] The soldier instantly lost his nerve and scurried away form the screen with a meek 'yes sir'. Brash'una returned back to the data as he waited for a general to appear. When he heard a familiar voice speak to him, he instantly looked up and saw who it was. He bowed his head to his people's leader. [COLOR="Blue"][I][B] "Master Adun, it is a pleasure to see you sir. It is Brash'una reporting in with vital information."[/B][/I][/COLOR] Brash'una heard a chuckle from the other Ash' Tar. [B][I] [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Please Brash'una, we are equals. After all, you are the infamous Commander Brash'una. I should be bowing my head to you instead of you to me."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"] "I have done nothing that another wouldn't have. I am simply a soldier who knows how to think. Nothing more."[/COLOR][/I][/B] He said modestly. Another chuckle came out of the thoughts of Adun. [B][I] [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Very well then, commander, what do you have to report to us?[/COLOR]" [COLOR="Blue"] "The Vamtyr are in our home system. This new information I have received tells us of a planet not to far from Hak' tuk that have Vamtyr on there. From these records and information displayed before me. They have been there for some time, and from the last reading, it seems like they are preparing for an invasion with all the units they had massed there."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Is this information accurate."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"] "I cannot say, but with Hak'tuk in jeopardy it is worth looking into." [/COLOR][/I][/B]Adun pondered it for a few moments, Brash'una was already getting ready to send the file to him when he spoke. [B][I] [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Very well, send me the information and we will inspect this planet. Hopefully your information is wrong. If it isn't we will send several ships back to Hak'tuk to help stave off the threat that might be impending."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"]"Thank you sir. When we meet in person I will tell you my strategy I have developed after seeing these creatures fight the past several weeks."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DarkRed"]"Very well, Adun out."[/COLOR][/I][/B] The screen instantly turned off and Brash'una sat down in the cockpit chair. He tapped a few buttons on his chair arm and a holographic screen appeared in front of him that showed the most recent scans of the planet. He could see very easily that the planet had been ravaged and that there was a massive army being built up. He knew it must have been to eliminate the Ash' Tar, and judging by the size of their force, they would of had to known of the Ash' Tar for quite some time now. He relaxed in his chair and sighed as he prepared his strategy for the up coming battle, and possibly the full scale war that might arise from this Vamtyr intrusion. Hopefully Adun would not be hurt in the process of checking the planet, if he was it would send the Ash' Tar people into a frenzy and force them to take irrational decisions. Brash'una could only image the carnage and the sheer destruction there would be as he formulated his plan on his screens all around him.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Red"] OOC: Since things haven't been moving at all lately, i thought i would give it just small nudge, hopefully Starwind posts in the near future[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name: [/B]Kain Ourobo [B]Age:[/B] 17 [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Role:[/B] Balance [B]Appearance:[/B] Kain is about 5? 11?, but considering he isn?t the tallest he still holds himself as he was 7 feet tall. He has a very sturdy build; he is more muscle then fat and flaunts it proudly sometimes. He has short dark brown hair and grey eyes that have that look of knowing something more then you should, he also has piercing gaze that shows off his potential. He has a standard uniform of a white button up shirt with black jean pants that have some obvious wear and tear on them. He wears a pair of black, sturdy boots that always seem to get messed up but never fall apart. Under his uniform he wears a tank top that has a few symbols stitched into the material. The first symbol is on the front of his shirt, it is a snake eating its own tail, and this is the ever lasting symbol of Ouroboros. It symbolizes the eternity, never putting out, never taking in anything. It is the harmony between the two opposites of life and death, dark and light. The second symbol is the Red King, it is placed squarely on his back and to him it is a symbol of protection. [B]Personality: [/B]Kain is rather uncaring and devoid of his moral compass. Contrary to his name, he does as he wants, he doesn?t do things that are seen as neutral by the eyes of the Universe. Some would call him an opportunist, mostly due to the fact that he will use whatever situation to his advantage and will quickly turn any given opportunity to his favor. He does do things for good, if he sees that it fits in his time frame and agenda. If it only seems like a waste of time and possible hindrance, he will do it, mostly because its fun to do things that most people would see has meaningless. He is very complex in the fact he contradicts himself and his beliefs. He does things that don?t benefit him sometimes, and other times he will do things that will clearly cut someone out from their knees. It all just depends on the situation he is caught in. It is always best to just got with his flow and not bother to change whatever plan he has already arranged out for what he is doing. [B]Weapons:[/B] [B][U]Melee:[/U][/B] Kain has a specific preference when it comes to his weapon of choice, and that choice would be his mace. Its large head and rather disturbing looking spikes are enough to make weak men quiver in their boots and soil themselves. But, the foolish kind of people will look at the weapon and see only a dumb human he only knows how to crush people with slow blows. This is completely wrong, his mace is surprisingly light and with his powerful build it can be swung as fast as a short sword and have a devastating effect on a person?s body. [B][U]Gun:[/U][/B] Considering Kain has proven to be a power house, he likes to use powerful things, and his personal choice is the .44 Magnum. Its recoil alone is enough to dislocate someone?s shoulder if they aren?t strong enough, and the rounds are just as destructive on a person as is his mace. [B][U]Scythe:[/U][/B] This weapon is common amongst the three forces, Balance, is no different. His scythe however is not ordinary in its looks or they design, the blade that starts from the staff is serrated about half way up the blade and is used for grisly decapitations. The rest of blade is smooth and featureless, meant for quick slashes that would be so clean it would take the wound a minute to start bleeding. The staff is plain except for the two hand grips on it, these do something entirely special. When you grab the handles and twist them the opposite way, the staff breaks apart into two parts. The butt of the staff is well balanced with counter-weights in it and has a small, nearly invisible slit on the side of the bottom. This only comes in handy when the scythe is used when you twist it apart into to weapons. When they twist, it releases a switch that deploys the second blade. The second blade on the bottom is the opposite of the first blade. The serrated edge starts from the tip and works to middle of the blade, the rest is smooth and featureless. [B]Gifts/Abilities:[/B] Kain?s abilities are pretty much what his role is, its balance. Which means he has perfect balance at all times. It is practically impossible to knock him from his feet from any attack. He can never be caught off guard, never snuck up on because he is balance with everything around him and knows when something is being disturbed for an attack. Kain maybe impossible to knock from his feet but he does take blows, but when he takes a blow he recovers almost instantly and counterattacks the second later. He also has another gift, one that is common amongst the three forces. It is the ability of copying someone?s abilities, this only occurs when they are assaulted by a special attack, an ability that is unique to that person. When this happens the eyes take on an obvious glow and with that glow they take the move, break it down piece by piece and analyze ever bot of it, commuting it to memory then implore it. This all happens with in a split-second. [B] Why you?ve joined Justice [background]:[/B] OOC: I'll get the background done as soon as I can, I have work pretty soon so i'll finish when I can. Other wise, hope you like what I put up so far.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]After Brash'una had warped back to Adun he casually strolled his ship, looking through consuls and making sure that all the systems were in check. He did this out of habit now since Adun had quickly become aware of all the systems circulating through his ship and was monitoring them on his own. This development of Adun was pleasant for Brash'una since it no longer required him to use his psionic energy to control systems he could reach or get to in time. He could now use his energy to focus it on controlling the random abilities that seemed to come to him whenever situations such as the vamtyr encounter on Lemur Station. Ever since that he was trying to figure out how it was possible to cloak your entire body and still be able to move and execute and attack. He would have to spend sometime on properly developing those abilities if ever wanted them to be of any use to him and this odd crew of people that had developed on Micheal's ship. Brash'una finished with his checks and then took a seat in cockpit chair and pressed a few buttons, just checking the screen for anything new. Soon enough he just leaned back in the chair and had Adun do the search for him. He asked him to bring up any new information that had been transmitted by any personnel about the vamtyr. Very quickly he found a transmission that had been sent to this very location. He tapped the signal and listened to the message intently. When he had heard of the Vamtyr marking him and Lance he simply sighed as he ended the tap and pressed a few buttons to have the three tubes lower from the ceiling to Brash'una, they connect themselves to the back of his skull and began their routine nourishment distribution and waste removal. He rose form his chair and began walking to the back of the ship, he reached the back and tapped a few holographic buttons that made the wall separate and then pushed forward a sleeping chamber that was formed to the body of an Ash'Tar. More specifically to the unique body type of Brash'una. He tapped the screen on the front of the chamber and it opened with a loud hiss, the chamber opened slowly and showed where it would allow him to sleep. He rolled his shoulders as he stepped into the chamber and placed his back against the cushion that was formed to his body. He sank in and relaxed himself, he spoke through the connection to Adun. [B][I] [COLOR="Blue"]"In one hour, warp me to the quarters of Micheal. Make sure Lance gets there on time as well, make sure to send him a message when the hour is up."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Yes sir."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Was all Adun said before the chamber closed and Brash'una closed his eyes and entered his form of sleeping, which was a deep meditation. In this state, he could more easily connect with his psionic energy and then begin to craft it and see how he could use it to protect himself and anyone that needed it. The first thing he began on was dissecting the invisibility ability he had uncovered in the fight The ability proved to be more difficult to break down and master in his meditated state. But, he discovered that his armor was more then just armor. It was an essential part to focusing his pisonic energy for creating the full cloak, shields for the body and whatever else could be thought of with the right amount of psionic energy. But soon enough, he found that his hour was up and he was waken from his slumber. He left the chamber with some new abilities under his belt that had proven to be difficult to master, but none the less exciting to be able to use and have. He stepped into the circle in the middle of the ship was was warped out of his ship and into a chair in Micheal's room. He gave Micheal a start as he sat quietly in his quarters. [COLOR="Blue"][B][I] "Sorry to frighten you, I was catching up on some rest and finding out some new things for myself. Lance will be here momentarily."[/I][/B][/COLOR] Just as he finished the sentence, Lance stepped into Micheal's room and took a seat next to Brash'una. They both looked to the ships captain. Lance spoke first to him. [B] "So what is it that you want from us?"[/B] Micheal took a deep breath as he relaxed and then stood form his sitting position and was about to reveal to him and Lance of what he wanted with them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Brash'una was holding on to the side of the ship as they were getting ready to break through the atmosphere. He could hear the runner from Martel's ship letting lose rounds as the faint sounds of Vamtyr were coming closer to the fleeing group. He felt the ship rock a little as a Vamtyr air unit swiped past them and the sounds the gunner followed, he then heard Martel over the PA system as they were still trying to get out of Nightsides grip. [B] "Their too fast, we can't keep up with them. We can only hope that we will make it out."[/B] Brash'una could feel a bit of a stab at his pride, even if she has no idea that Brash'una was proud of his ship, since it was faster then any ship in this system. He pulled out his wrist device from under his cloak and started taping buttons, the charm that Lance had given him was hanging from the device and swaying lightly. He tapped a button and was instantly warped onto Adun. He quickly went to the pilots seat and pressed the throttle forward as he moved his ship from the ground up into the air. He tapped a few panels and then began to project his voice to all the ships. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "I'll cover you from the Vamtyr. Their air units cannot match my speeds."[/COLOR][/I][/B] He shot past Martel and Micheal and intentionally rammed one of the Vamtyr air units. They noticed him right away and instantly were on his tail, he pressed forward the throttle some more as he started to lead them away from the ship breaking through. He twisted and barrel rolled through the air as the Vamtyr tried to get a hold of him and tear his ship apart. He would occasionally let up on the throttle and let them catch up then rocket off again as they tried to follow him. He went down toward the ground in mid-flight, making a sharp nose dive toward the ground. He kept up his speed as the ground drew closer, when many would have thought it too late to turn around, he suddenly changed the ships direction and was flying upside down as he was flying back to Micheal and Martel. One of the Vamtyr wasn't quick enough to changed directions and smashed into the ground into shrapnel and diced up the Vamtyr unit behind it. The other three managed to changed directions and continue their pursuit of Adun. When Brash'una's sensors warned him of their encroachment, he quickly flipped his ship over upright and pressed the throttle forward and pulled his ship back to loop around and go straight at the Vamtyr. He flew quickly to them, they thought they would soon have him and could assimilate his technology. Before Adun reached them, Brash'una folded in the wings and pressed the throttle at full speed. Going faster then these Vamtyr could compute, he left behind him a massive shock wave that shook the Vamtyr so much they halted in mid-air. Brash'una made a sharp turn and went back into the Vamtyr, keeping his wings closed he used the beak of his ship to tear apart the Vamtyr at his extreme speeds by ramming them and splattering them into oblivion. Their pieces showered the ground and waters below as they tried to escape the destruction. Brash'una and Adun had no mercy for these creatures, none of the Vamtyr escaped after their brutal onslaught. Brash'una unfolded the wings and flew back to the ships trying to break orbit, he flew beside Martel and Micheal. Getting through the gravity along side them and spoke monetarily through his system. [COLOR="Blue"][B][I] "The Vamtyr have been eliminated, they will probably send more if we do not hurry up. I will dock my ship in Micheal's when we finally break through."[/I][/B][/COLOR] Brash'una pressed his controls forward as he was trying to maintain a speed that could break through without leaving them behind, you never know if more Vamtyr showed up or if Micheal's ship failed to make it on it own he would have to help out in some way. Lance had warped aboard while they cruised besides the two man made ships, he was watching carefully with his sharp eyes to make sure no one snuck up on them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Brash'una kept touching buttons and holographic panels as they prepared for re-entry into the Nightside atmosphere. As he finshed clicking buttons he grabbed the controls to the ship and pressed a few more buttons by telepathy. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Adun, release the controls to manual and allow me to fly for re-entry"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "Yes sir."[/COLOR][/I][/B] The controls clicked over as Brash'una took control and instantly pressed a button on the side of the left control stick. The button activated the ships re-entry protocols for this ship. The wings folded into the ship and it took on the look of a sweeping falcon going for its prey. Lance gripped on to the side of his chair as they were entering the atmosphere. Brash'una looked over his shoulder to the Lion breed. He spoke as he was turning back to face the ground coming closer. [I][B][COLOR="Blue"] "Get ready for an Ash'Tar re-entry."[/COLOR][/I] "What?"[/B] Lance said with a tone of worry and confusion. Brash'una suddenly slammed the controls forward, sending the ship full thrust into the atmosphere and heading toward the ground. Adun soon became a fireball hurtling toward the planets surface, when they had broken through and were ever closer to the land mass below them Brash'una reacted quickly. He pressed the button on the left stick again just as he was forcing the ship into a barrel roll. It spread its wings and shot the fire of re-entry everywhere as they blasted past the waters of the ocean and the ship floating in the waters. The dust kicked up on the land as Brash'una took Adun low to the ground, evading all sorts of metal scrap sticking out that would take them out at these speeds. He had let back on the throttle when they had made it and did the barrel roll, and his ship was already easily breaking the sound barrier on this world. If he were to push it to full thrust again then he would have gone faster then even Ash'Tar can see. He gradually let back on the throttle as they swung back around, they came to a gentle stop as Brash'una lowered the ship to where it was hovering above the ground a good fifty feet. He released the controls to Adun again and stood from his chair and walked to the spot in the middle of the ship where an obvious white ring outline was on the floor. Brash'una looked to Lance and held out his odd hand. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Please join me, this will be interesting to meet some of the roots of your genetic make up. I am very excited to be able to meet such a race, especially one that has lived for so long on this desolate planet."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance stood from his chair and stood beside Brash'una on his left side. The Ash'Tar turned to his right and taped a few keys on a holographic panel and two small doors pulled apart and retracted into the wall of the ship. He reached in and grabbed a small wrist band from the shelves, as soon as he removed his hand and turned back to Lance the doors had closed up once again. Brash'una tapped a few of the sides of the wrist band and it expanded to a little larger then lances wrist. He grabbed the Lion breeds hand and put the wrist band on him, he pressed one more button and it constricted until it fit his wrist perfectly. Lance looked at it oddly. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "This is a warp bracelet. All you have to do is touch the band and it will instantly warp you back to Adun. Only use this in case of an emergency, otherwise this will just allow us to communicate with one another if we get separated."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance nodded to him as Brash'una straightened out and he spoke to Adun. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Send us down, by the ship if you would please."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] 'Yes sir."[/COLOR][/I][/B] And in and instant they were broken down into energy and sent down to the planet. They found themselves standing on the sandy beach near the ship close to shore, both the Ash'Tar and the Lion breed looked out to the ship and saw a person standing on the outside. Lance waved at him, Brash'una thought it was a better idea that Lance did since it might be less threatening to the captain of the ship. But they would only find out when they were brought aboard to consult with the captain and its crew. The man waved back and instantly head down his ship and came to them, driving a small shuttle across the water. The man in the shuttle, however, had his pistol drawn when he noticed the Lion breed and then the Ash'tar all covered up in his cloak. Lance spoke up when Brash'una requested he be the one to speak to him first. [B] "Hello there sir. My name is Lance, and this is my friend Brash'una. We came to Nightside seeing about this Vamtyr problem. But, we have found that your ship is one of the few pieces of technology on this world and would like to talk with you and your crew, we could provide some help with your ship, since it seems like it is in disrepair."[/B] The captain of the ship looked past Lance and to Brash'una in his dark purple cloak. He stared at his glowing, green eyes through his cowl and face covering. [B] "What is he? Why is he all covered up?"[/B] Brash'una stepped forward and reached out and lightly grazed him with his fingers. The captain wield back and help uo his pistol at his face. [B] "Whoa buddy, no need to touch me. I don't know who or what you are."[/B] [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "I am Brash'una, as my friend has told you. I am an Ash'Tar from a very distant galaxy. I am here to help in whatever way I can while still interfering as little as possible."[/I][/B][/COLOR] The captain looked at him oddly as he tried to understand where the voice was coming from. Soon enough he holstered his gun and held out his hand toward Brash'una. [B] "Names Micheal. I'm the one who captains that ship."[/B] Brash'una looked at the extended hand for a moment then reached out slowly and gripped it, then they began to shake and Brash'una looked at with some interest. When they released hands they headed to the shuttle and boarded casually. They then began their short trip to the ship, Brash'una was a bit excited with anticipation while still on the cautious side. He could see Lance was prepared for the worse if it came down to it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Brash'una had remained seated the whole time he waited for Lance to make his decision, he was periodically doing checks on the computer, making sure that Adun was functioning and becoming acquainted with the ships systems, capabilities and warp technology. He also wanted it to get use to the constant it was gonna have to do to make sure the core didn't overload and take out the ship and anything with 200 yards of them. As he was going through the systems by hand, and by psionic connection he heard Adun abruptly speak to him. [B][I][COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "Sir, there is a creature outside the ship touching the hull."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brash'una looked up into the shielding that was the cockpit window. A screen instantly popped up by his thoughts and showed and outside image of Lance standing outside the ship, trying to find a way into the space craft. Brash'una chuckled. [B][I] [COLOR="Blue"]"Warp him aboard and prepare to depart and make our way to Nightside."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Yes sir."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brash'una continued messing with the controls, keeping the crystals levels low until he needed it to rise so that they could leave this station and make their way to Nightside within the next day or so. When Brash'una started to hear the reconstruction of a warped being he turned in his chair to face the Lion breed being re-built molecule by molecule. He sat up right in his chair as the process started in an instant, and finished just as quickly. Lance looked around quickly, trying to figure out what was going on. Brash'una stood from his chair and walked up to Lance, then looked up into his cat eyes. [B][COLOR="Blue"] "Its good you decided to come with me. Your expertise could be useful in time."[/COLOR] [/B]Lance nodded at him and then looked more carefully at the new technology that was was just flooding his mind with sights of touch screens and buttons that lit up at the slightest touch and panels that were made out of holographic images but were possible to touch and interact with. Brash'una began messing with another panel, making sure all the calibrations were correct and were stable for their journey they were to embark on. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Make yourself comfortable Lance. Its going to be a journey to Nightside from here, a day or two at the most going safe speeds."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance looked at him with an odd expression. [B] "At safe speeds? What is that suppose to mean? You can go faster then that?"[/B] Brash'una looked back him. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"]"Of course, at the fastest speed possible, we could be there in two to three hours at the most."[/COLOR] [/I][/B]Lance looked at him with utter shock and fascination. [B]"No ship in this system can make that time without using slipstream to get to any planet from here." [COLOR="Blue"] "[I]I told you Lance, my kind are highly advanced. Space travel is nothing to us, it was conquered a long time ago. That warp technology you experience, is just small piece of our technology used. Planetary warp-ins and solar system warp-ins are very easy. But galactic warp-ins are something all together different, thats a lot of space to get lost in, so we leave that kind of power and precision to our mother ships."[/COLOR] [/I] "Mother ships?" [I][COLOR="Blue"]"Yes, they are something special. But we will discuss this after we have taken off."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brash'una continued to mess with controls as he spoke in a public channel so Lance could hear too. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Adun, commence launch sequence and detach from this station. We're gonna show our new friend here how fast you can really go."[/COLOR] [/I][/B]Adun let out a chuckle as the ship disconnect from the space station. [B][I][COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "Yes sir, activating inertial dampeners and preparing Kadision crystal core for max speed."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance looked to Brahs'una after hearing the voice echo through his head as well. [B] "Who was that voice and what is the Kadision crystal core?"[/B] Brash'una walked past him and pressed a button on the panel, a chair emerged from the floor, building itself from stored warp energy into physical matter again. Lance took a seat in it as Brash'una kept pressing panels and holographic controls. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "The voice is my new A.I. system I created to properly control the ship so I could use my psionic energy more efficiently. His name is Adun, as is the name of the ship itself. The Kadision crystal core is what powers my ship, its a unique crystal considering I never have to recharge it or replace it. Its quite powerful, but I must finish these checks before we converse further about my race Lance."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance nodded as Brash'una hit the last few buttons and then took a seat in his pilots seat. The ship launched forward without either passengers feeling it, it hit impressive speeds as it made its way to Nightside. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Now, we should be at Nightside in about three hours. Its time I found out a few things about the Lion breed, it would be an interesting race to know and ally ourselves with. Tell me how your kind came into existence and how they have managed to stay alive for so long."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brash'una sat forward in his chair as he put one leg over his thigh and waited patiently for Lance to speak.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Personally I like what you have drawn here. Of course the wolf looks cartoony but that is just me. Otherwise, I think it is rather well drawn and done well by a skilled hand that could grow into something much greater. Ok, the collage one you did. It kind of confused me at first cause well, I had to stare at it before I figured out that they were WAVES. And it was interesting to see a picture of waves like that, with all the shading and everything. And I like the monkey on the bike, its just amazing :D And then the picture of your dog, he is very cute and the black and white make it very interesting picture, also since there it another dogs but in the picture. [COLOR="Red"]Everyone should know that I completely failed at critiquing this thread, so please do better then I did. Thats a picture of waves ok, my dee dee dee self thought they were stairs. So, don't make that mistake.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]As the vamtyrs were holding Lance by his throat, Brash'una quickly observed the area around them seeing the destroyed door and the hall way had clear indications that the vamtyrs were here before they even entered Lances room. As Lance was digging his claws into the mechanical creatures robotic arm, another came up swiftly and had snatched Brash'una by the shoulder. Brahs'una was quick enough to tear away from the vamtyr, but it tore his cloak away form him and revealed his whole figure. Showing the relics on his body that he used as armor, his thin waist and barrel chest were exposed to all the vamtyrs to see. His primal thought was to hide himself from them before they could firmly assimilate his races looks into their memory banks. With such a tense situation and so much psionic energy at his control, his instincts took control and all the gems on his armor flared then disappeared as he turned completely invisible. Lance saw him vanish and growled a little, Brash'una could tell he felt betrayed and that he was a cowered. He didn't worry about his thoughts as of right now, his only concern was to eliminate these vamtyrs before they took Lance away. He quickly creped around the vamtyr still holding his cloak and summoned his energy blade from his right arm. The flash of raw psionic energy focused into a physical thing was enough to cause the vamtyrs to look at the source. It was far to late for the one Brash'una was standing behind. He quickly removed the mechanical monsters head with one quick sweep. He then summoned another blade from his left wrist and his invisibility suddenly failed and he was standing in the hall way, his stance in the proper formation for a small area to fight in. The vamtyr was about to move toward Brash'una to kill him when it found it was stuck. It tried to pull its arm away from Lance and found it was being firmly held in place. Lance forcefully tore the arm right off the vamtyr, it reeled back as it inspected the damage then readied itself to kill both Lance and Brash'una. Before it could attack, Brash'una propelled himself forward and cut the vamtyr into two clean pieces. Both fell in opposite directions as the sparks and fluid that circulated through their tubing leaked every where. The energy weapons on Brahs'una's arms soon vanished and he stood before Lance in his uncovered form. His frail looking body was about as odd as the featureless face and the weird color of his skin. His hands with two fingers and two opposable thumbs just added to the oddity that was Brash'una. Lance stared for a few moments before speaking up. [B] "What are you Brash'una?"[/B] [COLOR="Blue"] [B][I]"I am and Ash'Tar. We are a highly advanced race that has been traveling the stars for about a century now, sharing what we allow ourselves to share to better the growth of other civilizations. But, before I go on, we must leave at once. These beings have discovered your signal and your life is now in danger. We must head to my ship and leave this station."[/I][/B][/COLOR] Brash'una turned to leave the building when Lance reached out and snagged his arm, he found it well toned and muscle built, for looking so frail he was quite well built. Brash'una turned his featureless face towards the lions muzzled one. [B]"We can't just leave! There are people on this station that i know and love and I need to be here to protect them."[/B] Brash'una removed his arm from the lion breeds grip and turned to face him. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Very well then, if you believe you are of more use on this floating station then eliminating this race of killer machines, then stay here. If you change your mind, please come meet me at my ship. I am docked at port fifty-six alpha, if you are not there within the next three hours, I will be on my way to Nightside, that is where the source of this corruption is, as i've heard."[/COLOR][/I][/B] He turned away from Lance and quickly made his way through the building and the walked through the streets, he had to move fast before people could see him. He would hide in the shadows from time to time to avoid detection. He finally reached the port he quickly made his way into his ship. When he entered he found it clean, now marks or anything from the Vamtyrs. This was impressive considering these monsters were so ruthless. He quickly headed to the control panels and started clicking windows that were on the screens. A cable slowly lowered from the ships roof with a suction cup on the end and Brash'una placed it on the back of his head. He was then hooked up to the computer and a reassuring voice welcomed him. [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] [B][I]"Hello sir, did you have a fun time on the station."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"] "Adun, good to hear you are still operational. Did the vamtyrs get into the ship?"[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "I let them in, yes."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"] "Did you let them leave afterwards."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "Yes. Into space sir."[/I][/B][/COLOR] Brash'una let out a laugh through out the ships systems. [COLOR="Blue"] [B][I]"Ah yes, you are a very good A.I. Adun. You will be a very useful and fun companion to have, I am going to disconnect from direct connection, you can transmit your waves to my thoughts now."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brahs'una removed the cable and let it retract back into the roof, Adun quickly started to project his voice into Brash'unas head. [B][I][COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "What is our next move sir?"[/COLOR] [/I][/B]Brash'una took a seat in the cockpit and relaxed in the seat. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "We wait for our Lion breed freind, he has three hours before we will leave. If he doesn't show, we will continue on to Nightside, hopefully we will find more answers to how these vamtyr have come to existence and how they can be stopped from killing off the human race."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"] "Very well sir."[/COLOR] [/I][/B]With Adun waiting and Brash'unas command, they remained dock and waited quietly. Brash'una stared off into the deep recess of space, seeing what connection he could make into the reaches of space he couldn't see. All he could do now was sit and wait patiently.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]As the artificial sun set and the streets light kicked in, Brash'una kept stalking through the streets. He got glances from most of the people that he passed by, and got more then glances from all of the Lion breed. He noticed on a few of the Lions that they had their claws ready to take him out, he simply ignored them, he knew they would only attack if he proved to be a threat. So, he kept to his duties and kept tracking the computer that was letting out this secret distress code that was being broad casted through out the system. His detector on his wrist had told him that there was a foreign entity trying to gain access to his ship. When this had happened he pulled back his cowl and tapped a few buttons on his detector and pulled out a cord with a suction cup on the end and connected it to the back of his head. Allowing him to directly connect with his ships computer, he quickly went through several folders before finding his A.I. program he had created along his trip. He activated it and let the ship make an automatic upgrade to make the program compatible with the ships systems. He let out a chuckle in his head as the computer responded quickly to the new A.I. and how quickly the A.I. was already adapting to the ships systems and abilities. He waited a few moments before send direct links to the ships mainframe and see how the A.I. responded. [I][B][COLOR="Blue"]"Program 625987-23896, are you fully operational and ready?" [/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Yes Brash'una, I am ready. And please, call me Adun. Being called by my program code is so desensitizing."[/COLOR][/B][/I] Brash'una let out a psionic laugh through the link. [B][I]"[COLOR="Blue"]You are quite the quick A.I. Adun, I am glad to have you aboard the ship. Now, there are some lifeforms that are attempting to search you, take care of however you can, but be discreet about it. You should know by now that the ship isn't equipped with weapons of any kind, but he is the fastest one you'll find in all of these systems. So, use that how you can, you do have all of our war tactics on file."[/COLOR] [COLOR="DeepSkyBlue"]"Yes Brash'una. I will do whatever I can do to make sure these beings do not get a hold of our technology."[/COLOR] [COLOR="Blue"] "Good, I will have radio silence until I find the source of the signal. Until then, stay safe Adun."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brash'una quickly removed the cord from the back of his head and it quickly retracted back into his detector. He covered his head and started following the signal once again, soon finding out that the signal had transfered from a stationary post to a mobile one. He made sure to keep track of it as it quickly became stationary again, with minor movement here and there. When he arrived at its current location he found a nightclub with the name Club XS. He looked at the line of people trying to get into this nightclub, he tried first by just walking in without paying attention to the bouncer out front. He quickly got stopped at the door and sent back, he quickly resolved to just paying the bouncer and entering the club without any trouble from the rest of them. He quickly looked around and found tons of Lion breed dancing and drinking, and spotted several Vamtyr's patrolling through the crowd. They wouldn't try anything since they were clearly out numbered and would clearly be mutilated by these creatures if they were to attempt anything. Brash'una quickly moved through the crowd and followed his detector to the source, the beeping soon became more rapid as he grew closer. The beeping soon hit a flat tone as he stood beside a mount size Lion breed that was simply enjoying a drink with a human woman. Brash'una reached out and placed his head on the creatures back, instantly establishing a connection with his mind. The Lion breed instantly turned around and looked at the being standing behind him, looking down at him with his cat eyes. Brash'una held up one of his hands to the creature. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "Hold fast Lion breed, I am simply here due to your distress call."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Lance looked at Brash'una oddly. [B]"How is it your voice sounds, distant even when you stand before me?"[/B] He yelled over the noise of the crowd. [B] [COLOR="Red"]"I am speaking telepathically to you."[/COLOR][/B] He reached up and pulled down the cloth that covered his face, revealing he didn't have a mouth or facial features besides eyes. [B][I][COLOR="Blue"] "As you can see, I cannot speak to you physically, but psychically I can easily. Now, we must discuss your situation with this Vamtyr infestation. I will wait for you until you are ready to leave."[/COLOR][/I][/B] Brash'una stood back against the bar, keeping himself hidden from the masses that could be hiding Vamtyr's in their midsts. He recovered his face to further hide himself.[/SIZE] [SIZE="1"] OOC: The floor is yours Mage17, if you need any help with your next post just pm me[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]In the darkness of space, the warmth of a sun could not reach the planets past the asteroid belt of this system. It was cold and barely habitable by any race, save for the technology they developed to have space stations here and there. But, an alien technology was now entering this system, one of the Ash'Tar. Its small, sleek form was odd considering the luminating blue that was coming from the wings of this ship, and the pointed, beak-like shape of the head of the ship. If you were to look into the tinted shields that were over the cockpit then you would see no one in the seat driving, but you would see all the levers and buttons being used to maintain its current heading. This would have been a scary sight for any other race, if they didn’t know of the Ash’Tar and of their psionic link. The controls continued through their constant changes and redirection through a new system. Brash’una was in the back of the ship, checking on things that he needed to monitor manually for the time being. He turned around swiftly, revealing the three tubes coming out of the back of his head that we’re connected to the roof of the ship. Two of the tubes were sending in different liquids into his body, the third was pulling out waste material from his body that his cells were releasing into his body. Brash’una paid no heed to the rubes going about giving him his daily nutrition and continued with his checks, making sure the energy being produced by the experimental Ash’Tar crystal he used. The crystal he was using was self-replenishing and output a rather large amount of excess energy which powered his ship continuously, the crystal was self-replenishing due to the fact it pulled energy from the universe around it. This was a new thing to the Ash’Tar, mostly because they had only been using crystals that needed constant recharging and sometimes, to be replaced. But this new one they were experimenting with would forever stop the need for the obsolete versions. With this new energy source, they could have ships like his maintain constant patrols around their territory. But, until Brash’una had proved that the crystals could be maintained for long periods of time, they would remain in the experimental stages. Brash’una worked quickly on the buttons and glowing panels that had touch recognition, along with panels that had psionic recognition that were popping up and then disappearing as quickly as his thoughts did. And with his abnormal power, he could maintain much more of the ships systems without even really trying. All of his systems at this time were functioning at full power and were ever at attention, in case they needed to be used. After his routine checks and marks, he went and rested in the cockpit, watching carefully as the planets were coming closer, as small pieces of planets, comets, asteroids and random parts of long lost ships floated past as he was speeding by. Brash’una let out a psionic sigh to himself as the tubes from the back of his skull released and then retracted back into the roof of the ship. He let his gaze glide across the shields in front of him, his glowing eyes ever watching, ever seeing. His gift of immense psionic energy was barely being put to use by him, but, he feared its effects if he failed to master control of the new abilities that were being raised up in his mind. So, he would use as much as he could to keep the ship in order while he rest and watched the universe pass him by. Soon enough he began to hear a low, slow beeping noise coming from the control panel. The button activated when his attention was focused on it, a panel appeared on the shield of the cockpit and showed a voice wave coming from a near by planet. [B][I]"Lemur Space Station and Jupiter are in dire need of assistance from the Vamtyr's. Lion breed weakening, assistance needed ASAP!"[/I][/B] Brash’una wondered who these Lion breed were; this would be a good start for him in an attempt to get to Nightside. Brash’una instantly released his mental control over the ships control and took them in his own hands; he hit a few buttons and pressed the two steering drives forward. The ship lurched forward and raced at a speed only possible to reach with his new energy source. He reacted quickly to the space junk floating and avoided it easily. He soon slowed when the tracking system registered that he was near the source of the transmission. He pulled back the steering drives towards him and maneuvered his ship slowly, finding a space station floating around one of the largest planets Brash’una had seen in this system so far. He drew closer to the station, looking for a place to dock so that he could find the direct source of the signal. He soon came to a port and locked his ship into place, he casually dressed himself, cloaking his figure in cowl and a piece of cloth wrapped around the front of his face. He then covered up the rest of his body with a full body cloak. He knew it was bad to make first contact with revealing your initial body, it was always better to keep them suspicious but also willing to listen to what he had to say. He had encountered many races that simply took what the Ash’Tar had to say by the way they looked. He wanted these people to think about what he had to say, and accept it, or reject it on their own terms. As the airlock doors opened and he exited his ship he quickly noticed a large population of creatures that looked cat-like. But somehow retained a more, mortal sense of them, he could see that these would be and interesting race to deal with. He raised his arm up to his face and looked into the device on his arm, it displayed the vicinity where the signal had come from, and he began his trek toward the signal, hoping to find the origin of the signal and communicate with the being who sent it out. [/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Brash?una [B]Age:[/B] 449 (his race lives for a very long time) [B]Gender:[/B] Male [B]Race:[/B] Ash?Tar- The Ash?Tar are a warrior race, they are also very nomadic in their practices. This mighty race has shown many people and many other races that they are certainly worthy of their reputation of being the best in face-to-face combat. They came to be great warriors and combatants due to the relatively harsh condition of their original home world and their brutal tactics of training and conditioning. As many worlds started, they were a simple people, they believed in peace and equality amongst them. But, they were assaulted by invaders of all kinds, and they attacked in more then just physical attacks. They used large groups of people to colonize their world and take land from the Ash?Tar, this anger the Ash?Tar, but they tolerated the invaders. But soon enough, they colonists, known as the Brashar became greedy and wanted to take the entire world from the Ash?Tar. They assailed the Ash?Tar tribes and tried to force them into extinction; the Ash?Tar saw this as the last straw and started to fight back. Their tactics at first were sloppy and simply guerrilla warfare at best, but, the Ash?Tar found that they had a knack for this. They quickly used their higher brain capacity to learn their enemy?s tactics and then incorporate what they learned and twist it to better suit their physical abilities. The Ash?Tar never knew their true capabilities or the true extent of their brain power until the war between Brashar and Ash?Tar. The Ash?Tar prevailed with astounding results, they became a super power on their world alone, and with the salvaged ships and warp technology from the Brashar they started their own civilization that would rival and soon surpass any race in their system. With this near over-night advancement of technology and civilization, the Ash?Tar began to train their warriors more effectively, taking advantage of the planet they lived on and other worlds that provided other forms of endurance and skill training that would further make them formidable. With the continuous advancement of the Ash?Tar at a rapid pace, and the continues and strong belief of self-discovery and a path to a greater existence circulating through out their home world. They found that they could focus their mental energies to create melee weapons of pure, raw psionic energy that could be called at will. The amount of energy used, and the length of said weapon was solely dependent on the user. The weapon easiest to create from the energy was a blade, due to its naturally sleek design and easy to use concept. After they had reached almost the peak of their existence, they found that they needed to leave their world and share their knowledge with the rest of the known universe. So, they used what technology they developed to create massive ships that would carry their entire civilization into space. This took place, only a century ago. [B]Birthplace: [/B]Ash?Tar Home world, Hak?tuk. This planet is filled with various environments, jungles, deserts, oceans, all the makings of a planet earth you might say. But this world had far heavier gravity, one that humans couldn?t possibly survive on; to many people it was a surprise that the frail looking Ash?Tar were able to survive on such a planet without being crushed by the weight upon birth. This just further proved to many that the Ash?Tar were a tough race to take down. [B] Area you currently call home:[/B] Due to the races nomadic senses, Brash?una calls his small ship his home. The ship known as Adun, named after one of the influential leaders that lead the Ash?Tar into space. [B]Something strange about you:[/B] Brash?una is a strange one amongst his people due to the fact that his body is built somewhat more muscular then the rest of his people, he has definition and a strong face, well, what face is there. He is also different in the way that his brain seems to absorb information so readily and continuously shows that his psionic levels grow with his age, which is very uncommon amongst his race. Usually your psionic level grows until you hit about 160 years of age, then it stops and you are stuck with whatever you are given. It is not so for Brash?una, he still grows and proves to get stronger by the day. He has also shown prowess in using his execs energy for other abilities, he has yet to firmly control these powers so he does not use them unless in dire need. Even then, it is unpredictable in how they will react to the situation. [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/StarCraft%202/Protoss.jpg] Brash?una. [/URL] Since he is rather larger then most Ash?Tar, he is honored and also looked down upon. He shows qualities that make him different and in a society that is based around conformity and being a collective unit, he stands out to much. Many view him as a threat due to his out landish clothes that cover very little of him, while most warriors wear cybernetic armor that protects them all around. Brash?unas ship, Adun is a small ship that has no defensive capabilities. It is simply swift and faster then most ships, and in the hands of an Ash?Tar. It never fails to out maneuver the enemy, it does, however, have warp technology installed in its simple design so as to recall Brash?una if needed. He keeps the recall device around his right wrist. [B]Other:[/B] Brash?una decided along his way to find and discover what he could out in the universe. His recent search lead him to discover the Vamtyrs on a desolate planet, he found they were looking to find rouge humans in the sector. Brash?una eliminated them but found them to be tougher then he had expected. But now, he plans to go to the human home world, in order to help the survivors, as his idolized Adun has done in order to give the rest of the universe a chance to grow. [/SIZE] [SIZE="1"]OOC: Alright, I completely did him over. I hope this suits your needs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]The suns was still relatively low in the sky, only having been up long enough to be only a few hours into the day. Each beam tried desperately to break through the tree coverage and touch the bodies of all those people and refugees who were traveling this road into the town of Yeshova. The ragged forms of these fleeing people brought a cruel grin to the face of Astaroth, he couldn't help but admire the force that had been exerted on these people by the most powerful empire in decades. His grin soon vanished beneath his face of indifference and cruelty, he moved form the forest as he situated himself in with the refugees. He knew he looked nothing like them, not being ragged or torn at all. He was clean cut, standing tall and proud. His black armor a vision of a warrior from the underworld come to reap the souls of those who sold their souls to the devil himself. His cloak flying freely as he both arms to his sides, his heavy boots thudded on the dried out ground. All of the refugees made the same sound as they walked, all of them made thuds of submission. Astaroth, however, made the sounds of a man walking to his glory, a man of pride and who was destined for victory no matter what. He held himself high and straight, the refugees looked like withered plants from being hunched over in their utter defeat. [B]"These people are so pathetic looking, no wonder they were crushed by Dugolma so easily."[/B] He spat to the side in sure disgust with how these people had so easily given in to their new oppressor, but, he also marveled at how powerful the empire had proven to be. He also chuckled at the thought that sheer hatred for a country was enough alone to bring down someone. He reached up and started to scratch under his chin, using the clawed, metal tips to get a good scratch in as they started to walk into the rather large city of Yeshova. Astaroth made sure to give direct eye contact to the obvious leader of the guards. He wanted this man to know what real power looked like, what it meant to stare into the eyes of man driven by a single purpose. He turned away at the last second before entering the city and seeing the business of it all, he was rather impressed by how these people had seemed to continue their daily lives without letting their oppression hinder them. He chuckled sinisterly at imaging the utter destruction these people probably faced in the future. He pushed through people as he started to walk through the streets, trying to get a grip on what the city held for someone like him. After a bit of looking around and not finding any obvious land markings that could guide him to any sort of place of rest and food he snatched the nearest person by their upper arm and pulled them towards hims. He looked into the face of the person he had just snatched, he wanted to see what feelings he could read from their eyes. He came to a pleasant surprise of seeing he had snatched a young woman, a rather attractive one. He looked into her big blue eyes and saw the most obvious feeling, fear. He then saw basic feelings, ones that he no longer knew on his own. He then started to look around and speaking to the woman. [B] "Can you tell me where the nearest establishment for rest and food is? I am in need of sleep and to fill my stomach. It would be nice if you could make this quick."[/B] She quickly pointed to an inn that wasn't far from the entrance, he looked to size it up to see if it seemed acceptable from where he stood. He soon released the young lady and started to walk off, he stopped for a second to looked over his shoulder at her. [B]"You best hurry on home, attractive girls like you usually don't last long from where I come from. Especially when there are predators on the prowl, they eat up lambs like you."[/B] He then continued to walk towards the inn, his hands held into fists as he walked steadily. His cloak flying back as a wind picked up, revealing clearly the sword on his left hip, the tattered and beat up handle exposed to the harsh wind. His cloak flapped and swayed as the wind tossed it around. He soon came to the single wooden door to the in and pushed it open with his left hand, the rings clanking lightly against the hard wood. When he opened the door and stepped in he was met by the warmth of a fire and the sweet aroma of cooking meat. He could also see a group of soldiers sitting at a table, all of them talking about their business, discussing matters the pertained to their continuing domination of this land. He also noted the people who stood out to him, one was the most obvious to him, a flamboyant looking fellow with odd clothing. Well, odd to a man like Astaroth who wore simple clothes at all times. He could also tell that this man was drunk beyond normal limits, Astaroth scoffed at him before taking not of the others. The other was a man with a scar on his face that made it look like they tried to extend his smile, his shirt that only covered his upper torso that left his midriff exposed gave the impression that he was about as straight as the drunken man in his clothes. Then there was the last one, one that simple laid on the bar with a rather lavish handle sticking out from the scabbard on him. Astaroth wondered what the blade itself looked like, he was curious if it could hold up against Rashaverak. Especially when the magic was released from the blade into Astaroth, it would be quite the spectacle. But for now, he would need to feed himself before he could think of fighting anyone, especially putting hie body under the strain on his blades magic. He strolled up to the bar and seated himself, he then began to drum his metal clad fingers on the table as he waited patiently for one of the waitresses to come and take his order. Soon one came up and he asked for a simple stew and an ale, he reached into his pocket and pulled out to gold coins and placed them on the table. The waitress took the coins and quickly hurried to the back, he cracked his head as he inspected the fingers covered in the armor. Checking for cracks or possible weaknesses in his armor that could cause him to lose his hand or fingers. After finding nothing he switched his hands. Inspecting the quality of his five rings, making sure that the words were still clear to read. Even if the language was in a dead dialect that almost no one would understand. He didn't even know what the language was called, but he understood its words and the meanings of these five. It had taken him several years to find someone who could craft these rings with such precision, along with his armor. He came back to reality when he smelt food and saw his cold ale sitting before him. He took the spoon that had been placed beside the bowl of stew and began to eat and a slow pace, cooling it off before taking each bit. He drank his ale every so often to wash down what was stuck in this throat. After a few minutes, he finished the stew and held the mug of ale in his hand and drank it down quickly. He set down the empty mug and leaned on the bar, the metal studs in his armor pressing into the wood as he spoke to the waitress coming for his things. [B] "I need a room for the night. What can I get for a few gold coins?"[/B] He reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out five gold coins and placed them on the bar. The girl took them casually and tucked them away in her apron and came around the bar to escort him to his new accommodation's. He followed her slowly, looking at all the soldiers before reaching the stairs and heading into the upper quarters. When they reached the landing they turned down to the rooms and she grabbed a doorknob and twisted and pushed open the door. Astaroth stepped in and inspected it for himself. The room was lightly decorated with pillows and little things all over, a nightstand was beside a rather large bed with a lamp on it. A single window was to the right side of the bed from where Astaroth stood, it faced out into the street. He looked around casually for a few moments before turning back to the woman. [B] "This will do. You are excused."[/B] She turned away and was walking away when Astaroth spoke again. [B] "You best watch your back young lady, there are things out there that will get you if you are not careful."[/B] Astaroth had a evil smirk on his face before he closed his door and locked it. He turned away from the door and walked to the chair sitting in the corner of the room. He unclipped his cloak and placed it on the back of the chair, then unstrapped his blade and placed it between the bed and the nightstand. When he had those things set away he laid down on his back and got comfortable before letting sleep take over. [/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]We got a freakin summoner!!!!!!!!!!! HELL YES!!!!!!!!! Really excited cause I thought it would be like weeks before someone took the role.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Astaroth [B]Age:[/B] 31 [B]Archetype:[/B] Power Hunter [Free Spot] [B]Weapon:[/B] [U][I]Rashaverak[/I][/U]: Astaroth’s weapon is bent on being three things: Intimidating, Destructive, and Painful. All of these are achieved from his blade; the edge is serrated in such a twisted way that it would almost seem to be made by something more evil then comprehendible by the human mind. And due to the alloy being dark in nature, it hides the second edge on the side that makes it looked like a regular one-sided blade. The swords properties are something of a special breed, a rare object of magic. The sword releases energy into the wielder, one that can activate a part of the body that allows the wielder to tap into their fighting potential. It can turn even the simplest person, into an unstoppable war machine. When this is active, the bearer of the weapon is impossible to reach on an intelligible level, they are purely instinctual. They feel no pain, no fear, no regret, no remorse; all of it is either tucked away in their mind, or completely destroyed in the process. This magic is only active under two conditions: One when the wielder becomes more in tuned with the weapon and can release the energy at will, or two, when the person feels that their life is at risk, then the sword will release the energy to save the bearers life. This magic can only be started by drawing the blade from its scabbard, other wise, the properties of the scabbard will nullify any magic that sword attempts to leak from build up. The side-effects of such a weapon are obvious on the wielder after they are released from the animalistic behavior. They become fatigued, irritable, weak, and sometimes grow ill. Putting the body through such stress can force it to slow down, and continues use of this harsh magic can inevitably lead to damage to a personality, and taking the life of a wielder if they are not physically strong enough to handle it. But, many whispers and rumors surround the weapon itself. Some will say that it is cursed and anyone who wields such a blade is condemned. But many others would say that the weapon is simply searching for its one bearer, the one that will tap into its power and tame the magic of the blade that so violently courses through the carriers body when used. Its also rumored that if the sword is found by the real bearer, then the blade itself will change in such a way that not only the bearer will see the difference. But, no one has ever seen such things from the weapon since it was crafted, so Astaroth sees these rumors as something that doesn't concern him. As of yet. [B]Physical Description[/B]: Astaroth stands at a commanding height of 6’0, his body is a build of a man who has worked hard most of his life, using his body as his tool in a sense. He has a thin black armor that starts from his right finger tips, and covers his torso; it does not cover his left shoulder down to his hand. His fingers on the right side are tipped with sharp points and he has one inch long spikes on the knuckles, he then has many dotted studs about a half inch wide all over the right arm and the torso. His left arm has an arm guard that starts from the wrist and ends just before the elbow joint. Then has a long blade that lays flat on his forearm, with the bladed edge pointing outward and hanging over the armguard about two inches. He then has five rings on his left hand, each one representing a piece of him that he values most, all of them written in an old, dead dialect. The first on his left pinky says Pride, the next says War, the next says Pain, the fourth says Conquest, and the last says Power. His face is rather handsome looking, and has a rugged but dangerous look to it that hints at his uncontrollable nature. His hair is a pitch black that hangs to about mid-shoulder length; his dark brown eyes are the only things that seem to come close to matching his hair, along with his personality. His black pants flawlessly blend in with his armor, and his boots have a metal stud on the back about and inch wide, and half an inch long. His sword stays by his side, its black, scrapped up looking handle usually protrudes from under his cloak. [B]Combat Tactics[/B]: Astaroth’s technique is very precise, very accurate and very messy. His style is based around causing the other opponent so much pain and agony during the fight, that they just collapse from experience such searing pain that they can no longer fight, and then he delivers the killing blow, usually removing the persons head in one smooth swipe. But, when his sword’s magic is active, his style changes completely, it turns into a destructive hack and slash through your enemy, make them into nothing but chopped up bits. Cause as much destruction and spill as much blood as possible before being satisfied in the tiniest way possible. [B] Personality[/B]: Astaroth is not in anyway human in the sense of feelings, the emotions that separates good from evil. He is incapable to feel, he has no mercy, no kindness, no tender behavior. He experiences no joy, no happiness, no sadness, no fear, and no anguish at all from the feelings of humans. His life as a child was far from comfortable in the least bit, and when he retrieved his blade, Rashaverak, he lost all sense of those feelings at all. Releasing the energy for the first time completely destroyed his emotions, as far as he knows. [B] How does your character view the way Dugolma treats Iaesel[/B]? Astaroth views the treatment of Iaesel as nothing more then a powerful empire using its power as it see fit. He believes that what Dugolma is just another force of power that refuses to allow any leeway for these people, it is simply a struggle for power and Dugolma is winning the struggle over Iaesel, and all the other lands it has taken under its Iron grip. He does not favor the Empire, solely based on the fact that they have more power then he does and he wishes it to be his, and for him to become the dominate power of this world.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name[/B]: Achilles [B]Species[/B]: Blue Blood [B]Appearance:[/B] [url=http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/Art%20images/?action=view¤t=sparda_drawings.jpg] [I][U]Achilles[/U][/I] [/url] He stands at about 6?0? and has the usual build of a Blue Blood, maybe a bit more muscle then average though. His regular attire consist of a black shirt with a special emblem called the Red King, it is a triangle with three arrows coming out of the bottom. One points straight down, the other two turn diagonally to the left and right. Then there is a fire in the middle of the triangle, and then a circle is drawn around the triangle. It represents fire and power, fire because of the fire that burns in Achilles to gain the power. He wears semi-loose pants that stay close to him enough that it won?t get caught on something, but allows him full motion to move and fight. He also has sturdy black boots that has a spike on the heel that is about and inch and a half long and half and inch wide. And finally he has his cloak with is broad hood so that he can cover his face and use it to cover his body when it gets a tad bit cold and the symbol of Earth on the front that is complete when the cloak is closed. [B] Capabilities:[/B] As a Blue Blood his powers are not limited, they can do anything with whatever there minds can think of, some Blue Bloods stay specific and consistent with there methods of eliminating Collective members. But Achilles likes to change up his method of attack whenever he can; using whatever is around, whatever psionic power appears before his mind and whatever he can do to see as many of them destroyed. Though, he has been known to use the wind to his advantage more often then not. He likes to use it to provide a blade of invisible destruction and is a powerful weapon to use against an enemy that seems to use its physical attributes to battle. But, occasionally, he likes to craft a blade from the metal around and use the earth to create a hand held shield so he can battle face to face with the Collective creatures. But like I said, Achilles will change his methods often and quickly and will fight relentlessly so to throw his enemies off balance and get his killing stroke in with the only consistent move he does. He always uses some of his blood as his finishing weapon, always taking different forms and shapes, but always made of purely his blood. [B] Snippet/Biography (optional):[/B] The sky was a dark grayish hugh, the wasteland was a depressing sight and its vastness was enough to make the weak minded crack and turn them in to clinically insane mess. But, these conditions did little to effect a Blue Blood, especially the feverish hunter Blue Bloods. The ones that were adept at tracking and killing there prey, Achilles was one of these Blue Bloods. He could hear the crunch of debris and the long dead plants as he walked through the wasteland. He was on the search for a Collective minion, there duty was to eliminate this oppressive race and make sure that humans had a place to thrive again. He was growing tired of watching as humans were forced to scurry around like rodents and flee for there lives when they lacked the right technology to kill these creatures. He had seen humans mutate and was forced to kill them before they fully changed. He took no pleasure in killing people who weren?t suppose to die, but it was better to die then be a Collective minion. Blue Bloods already had a way to keep them from falling into Collective hands; it was usually kill them before they had the chance to. But Achilles had a more specific means incase he was unable to kill the creature, and only as a last resort and hoped he would never have to use it. He continued his trek through the desert lands as the wind picked up and blew his cloak violently to one side as he kept walking, his grey eyes searched carefully though the sand and dust. Trying to make sure this wouldn?t be the day to implore his last resort defense, he stopped dead for a moment then kneeled down and touched his hand against the sand, feeling the change of vibration in it as he searched without seeing. He felt the sudden shift in vibration and rolled to the side as clawed hand shot up from the sand, erupting it into the sky. The creature then pulled itself from the sand, revealing a grotesque sight of a mixture of animal and human. Achilles kept his eyes on the Collective minion as he used his other sense to determine if there were more, sometimes they traveled in packs and other times they were solo. Very rarely had he seen them in battalion that was only when they were taking sanctuaries and fortresses of humans. The creature slowly started to circle Achilles as the Blue Blood stood erect and looked cool and calm under that cloak. The face of the creature had mandibles were its mouth was and began to speak in its guttural voice. [B]?You?re a ?.. long way out?.. human. Are you looking for a chance to become part of the Collective??[/B] The creature continued to circle Achilles as he waited for his response, Achilles just kept his hood up and remained silent, his grey eyes followed the disgusting monster before him as he thought of what method of death he was going to use this time. The creature tightened its circle and got closer to Achilles, trying to see his face and provide a more threatening and intimidating look as he drew closer to his prey. Achilles was growing tired of this Collective drawing to close to him; he held out his arm away from the cloak and flicked his hand when the creature was in front of him. When he did his motion, the sand suddenly kicked up and moved towards the creature, as if there was a giant snake under the sand moving at quick speeds to find its target. The Collective being stared at the sand movement; even to the last moment when a spike made of solid stone erupted from the dirt and impaled its left shoulder. He screeched and clawed at the stone spike, trying to break it off and tear apart the man in the cloak. Achilles flicked out his right arm this time and sent another spike made of stone into the abominations right shoulder. It screamed louder as it tried to struggle and squirm free, Achilles moved from his standing spot and approached the creature. He pushed back his hood and looked into the multiple eyes that once were human, and belonged to a person who was born into a world of death, destruction, wasteland, and Collective monsters. Every time he did this, every time he looked into the snapping face of another collective disgrace to this world, he remembered clearly why his kind existed. Why Blue Bloods were given there abilities, so that they could eliminate this race of disfigured and monstrous things. And bring peace to this shattered earth once again. Achilles glare shifted to his hand as he cut his hand just a bit, using his air technique, and turned the small amount into a spear that was made of him. He gripped the spear tightly with his right hand and braced his legs as he thrusts the spear with enough force to send ten men flying into the air. The spear penetrating the Collective monstrosity?s torso with ease. Achilles straightened himself out and backed away from it, he then waved his hand again and his spear made of blood fused into the hole and was diffused into its body. It squirmed more as it tried to release itself from his grasp. Achilles stared at it before putting his hood on his head again and speaking softly. [B] ?Its time you are released from you tortured state, be free.?[/B] He held out a clenched fist, and then opened his hand quickly. The creature roared and screamed just before its chest exploded in all directions, taking it apart from its core and leaving nothing behind. He withdrew his hand and started his walk again, heading for the nearest fortress or sanctuary. He needed to keep his rounds of checking up on them, making sure the Collective hadn?t taken a new stronghold, or wasn?t planning in the process of already taking one.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Cain steadily walked into the training room without talking to anyone else, he found he could only really talk to Deigo, mostly because of the fact he didn't hate him like the rest of them. He didn't know why, maybe it was because he had kept his secret about his eye from the others, and what it did to twist Cain to a more extravagant evil. He stood in the room as he waited for it to adjust to his powers and abilities. He expect it to turn into some forest area, possibly the mountain range he had just seen, but he was wrong, it was pitch black, there was no wind to speak of and it made the room stifling. He huffed as he reached into his left pocket and pulled out the new metal sphere he had created. He watched the darkness carefully, he could feel the paranoia and evil of his single red eye creep up on him. He had to remain in control, and if he didn't then he would surly lose his life to this room, he held the ball firmly and then it instantly returned to a liquid state. It began to then creep onto his body, starting at the point of origin, at his fingers then moving up. It seemed as if it was gonna coat him in the material, until it pulled it along with it, crawling up his arm until it found a nice place and molded itself to the shape of his shoulder. Cain reached back with both hands and pulled the two metal rods out and held one in each hand. He gripped them both comfortably as he listened for what was in the darkness. He could hear nothing but his own breathing at first, but soon he started to hear a low buzzing sound. And he also heard the sound of something moving, the rustle of feet and scrape of claws in the darkness. He let his other sense determine when to strike when the low buzzing became a whirring sound. He swiped quickly and fluidly with the rods, smacking down anything that came too close. He found the sounds that weren't feet and claws was a combination of tennis balls, razor disks, and other fast moving objects. The tennis balls and other objects were to throw off his sense of what was what. Striking without proficiency was a foolish thing to do for any warrior, and Cain wasn't about ready to let some toys fool him. The disks he managed to stop dead in mid-air, then melt them down and attach themselves to his body. Each piece of metal took on a new form and covered his body in another place, steadily covering ever exposed inch of him until his whole body had been effectively covered in pure metal. When the razor disks had been eliminated and the piece of fools material was done being thrown around, he concentrated on the sound of the feet. They had been circling him the entire time, never taking time to actually assault him, only watching him from a distance. He turned in small circle from where he stood, trying to draw attention to his glowing eye and away from the weapons in his hands. He had been changing the shape of his rods the entire exercise, he wanted the creatures in the dark to be unaware of what it could possibly next. Cain knew that it was best confuse your enemy in anyway you could, if you could even fool him with a simple trick so you could eliminate him with one fell swoop, that made it all the easier. But Cain also enjoyed making his victims suffer until death, it was his forte. Something he was well known for and was feared for when it came time for him to use his skills. Cain took both rods in one hand and then drew the small sheet of metal form his pocket. He held the small sheet between his index and thumb and began to change its shape, it began to grow in size and started to become more flexible. The piece of metal grew to about two feet by two feet and it became as flexible as paper. He then tossed it into the darkness, about a two or three feet away from his current location. He returned one of the rods to his right hand and stood still amongst the darkness, he knew his metallic skin would draw the creatures attention. Within and few moments he was proven right, the sounds of feet and claws drew closer until it seemed like the creature was standing beside him. When he could no longer stand the creature being so close, he lashed out. The creature did not expect his kind of attack, it wasn't him moving at all, but the metal that covered his body that had attacked. It had quickly and effortlessly struck out as solid spike at the creature. He could hear it screech and recced into darkness, he waited until the creature had positioned itself perfectly and he brought up his hand as a wicked smile spread on his face. He flicked his wrist and the metal that was thrown in the the darkness leaped from the ground and split into four pieces. Each piece wrapping around and appendage, the momentum of the flying metal was enough to bring the appendages close to each other and lock them together, like being hog tied. Cain stared walking toward the creature struggling on the ground but stopped a foot away from it, in a flash his rod had changed in sword with a saw edge and he jammed it into the darkness. He released the sword and held the other rod firmly, the end that was facing away from him broadened and then sharpened as it turned into an ax. The creatures screamed and rolled on the floor as he tried to removed the weapon from its chest. Cain observed the creature as he held the ax. It had four appendages, seeming to be the same length as if it ran on all fours. But its back legs had claws that were used for gripping the ground, while its front legs had fingers that were clawed as well. Its skin was black and seemed to be morph able, its eyes were as red as his lone one, and he could tell it saw the same thing. Its mouth was filled with razor sharp, hooked teeth that were yellow and its breath and stench was foul and revolting. It had large ears on its continuously changing head, that moved all the time, always listening for the slightest sound. He screech in all sorts of pitches and tones, Cain simply growled at the creature as he held up his ax and brought it down swiftly, removing its back right leg. It screamed in pain as it tossed around more violently. Cain grabbed the sword handle and jammed it all the way through the creatures chest. Forcing the blade to remain stuck in the floor. He lifted his ax again and brought it down on the creatures chest, just below where his sword had entered its body. He then pulled the ax out and jammed his hand into its open cavity, the creature wailed and tried to tear at his arm, but all it did was crack and chip its claws on his metal armor. With his hand firmly placed in the creatures he liquefied the metal on his hand and let it flow through the creatures system. He removed his hand and stood up and walked and took a single step back. He held out his exposed hand and lifted the creatures of the ground, he had put enough metal in it where it was easy to lift him. He then brought his hands together hand held them knuckle to knuckle, his fingers out pointing towards the creature he then began to pull his hands away from each other slowly, the creature wailing and squirming as it started to feel itself pull apart. Cain stopped, and brought his hands back together, the creature still trying to swipe at him. In an instant, he puled his hands as far apart as possible and the creature exploded into chunks of meat, blood and darkness. The blood splashed onto Cain. He ignored it and picked up his sword and turned it back into the rod, the ax too. He then held out his exposed hand and the metal creped back to him and recovered the hand. He then turned his attention back to the creature hog tied on the ground, it squirmed and screamed as it tried to get at him. Cain looked to the people observing and grinned with his sinister and wicked way. He stood by the creature and then the armor on his body expanded outward and created a bubble around him and the creature. He turned his wicked grin toward the creature as the metal rod began to break apart and turn into smaller tools. He knelt next to the creature and spoke softly to it. [B] "Its time you see what happens to those that cross my path."[/B] He then reached out and one of his tools leaped to his hand, and he began his work on it. It was a solid fifteen minutes later before his bubble of pure metal was reduced into nothing but a sheet of metal, a sphere of metal, and piece of it every where. Cains metal rods had reformed and he placed them where they had been. The lights of the training room kicked on and a few of the team members gasped at the sight of the creature that Cain was now walking away from, covered in its blood. Its face had been shredded and drenched in blood, its jaw unhinged and practically ripped from the face. Its limbs were torn apart and scattered around the creature in a variety of shapes and sizes, its body was sliced and gashed as all of its organs were spilling out of its body, the flesh was impossible to recognize and some of its organs had been unbelievably dissected and ripped apart . And even its eyes had been torn out, one eye was destroyed and laid strewn on the floor beside the beast. Cain re-entered the waiting area, his face dark and unforgiving, the blood of the beast dripping from his body. Cain looked into the eyes of all the people around him, seeing fear and disgust. He could see how appalled they were of the corpse of the beast, and the blood dripping from him. He walked into the hall and barely caught Nanashi turning the corner with Mycella in his arms. Cain called him out, and he turned with his red eye staring at him. Cains expression remained cold and unwaivering, he walked toward Nanashi and stopped a few feet away. He lifted his arm and the held out his hand, revealing a single red eye in his hand, he tossed it at Nanashi. [B] "An eye for an eye, wouldn't you say Nanashi."[/B] Nanashi didn't respond, he just turned and walked away. Cain did the dame into the training room and placed himself against the wall, standing alone as people waited for the room to be cleared and for someone new to make there way in. [/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Cain had stumbled through the halls, trying to avoid all human contact, he had barley escaped the meeting room without being noticed by Nanashi. And he hoped that he hadn't noticed, seeing him again returned thoughts that hadn't entered his mind since they had first hunted down Nightmare. He normally could block out such horrible memories and feelings, but not it was near impossible with Nanashi here. As he stumbled through the labyrinth of hallways, he chose the route that there would be less people in. He wanted to keep it to no contact with others, he couldn't handle that right now. when he finally made it to his room and pushed open the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him quickly. He turned to look into his pitch black room, pressing himself up against the door, he looked around the room in a sort of paranoid way. His red eye glowing in the darkness, clearly swiveling from left to right, he reached to the side of the door and flipped the switch, his room illuminated and you would think his paranoia would settle, it did not. His eyes still searched the room as he walked the the bathroom in the back. His dog tags jingling steadily as he finally made it to the bathroom, he turned the faucet on and splashed water on his face. He placed both hands on the sides of the sink and stared into the water as it swirled down the sink endlessly. He slowly moved his head up and faced the mirror that showed him constantly his curse, the red eye that haunted him day and night. One way by having to look at it every day of his life, the second was the nightmares it gave him, the terrible images that twisted his mind beyond normal human insanity. He released his death grip on the side of the sink with his right hand and reach up and touched around his red eye, he breathed steadily as the memory of it came back steadily. When they had been on the first hunt for Nightmare, Cain had been as headstrong and vicious as ever. But after he had lost his right eye in a fight with a Dark Curse that had torn his eye right out of his face, he had the choice of living with one eye, or take a new one. Being the way Cain was, he instantly took the choice of a new one, Nanashi was the one to help with that. Nanashi carved out the eye of the Dark Curse beast that had taken from Cain. He fused the eye to the severed nerves in Cains head. Cain had gained a new eye that intimidated many people, but he had been warned of the dangers of the eye. He had disregard such warning from Nanashi, not caring the price as long as he could see. He soon found out what Nanashi had warned him about, and it had turned him even more vicious and ruthless. He felt like he had lost his humanity by simply seeing what the eye wished to see. The eye moved as Cain commanded, it did all the usual functions that an eye did. But this eye saw more then mortals were suppose to see, it saw things that only people could see in there worst nightmares. It gave him not power over what he saw, it simply acted of its own accord. He craved for the day he could switch off the terrible visions and have some peace in his mind. But it wouldn't come until his time on the earth passed. As he stared into the mirror, his frustration and anger grew exponentially and he lashed out at the mirror with his right hand. Smashing it into sharp pieces of all sorts of sizes, all the pieces landing in the sink, Cain grabbed one of the pieces and held it just below his eye, taking his hand off the left side of the sink as he held the sharp piece of mirror right to hie red eye. Thinking all he had to do was cut it out, tear it out like the Dark Curse beast had done to him. He inched it closer until it was about to touch, he stopped before touching. He was breathing heavily and the piece of mirror in his hand was shaking lightly in his hand. He slowly steadied his breathing and lowered the piece of the mirror. He dropped it into the sink and turned off the water, he stood up straight and looked into the sink full of glass and silver pressed behind it. He held his hand out and slowly pulled the metal out of the glass, as he pulled it out, it creped up into his hand. He gathered the metal into his hand until it formed a sphere in his palm, he then clenched his fist and the metal solidified. He stuffed the ball of silver into his other pocket and then walked to the main part of his quarters. He heard knock and flicked his wrist, the door opening with the flick. His entire quarters had been coated in metal so he didn't have to start pulling metal out of the wall. A cadet walked in, shaking noticeably, he saluted Cain and remained in the classic army stance, hands to the side and feet close together as his face was slightly pointed to ceiling. Cain had a hard face on, showing no emotion as always, he walked up the to cadet and stood barely a foot away from him. He spoke in a gruff and deep voice. [B]"What do you want?" [/B]The cadet shook a little bit more. He tried his bet to get out what he wanted to say, but couldn't help but studder. [B] "Y...you.... you are wanted in the training roo..... room sir."[/B] Cain looked over the cadet, he huffed and then walked around him. Exiting his room and headed down to the training room, his dog tags jingling along the way. This time, he wasn't trying to avoid people, he took the most direct route and trying to reach the training room. He bumped into people left and right, not caring who it was. He finally made it to the training room and pushed open the door, as he came in he took inventory of all the faces and the people. He came to a sudden stop when he saw someone he knew, and old face that never seemed to go away. Deigo. As he took in account how he could of gotten here, he slowly perssed himself up against the wall. He continued to watch Deigo as he thought about when he could escape into the training and show some of these people what the mind of a tormented could do to the world around him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"]Cain stood in the lobby of the mysterious Sector 7, his blue eye and red eye scanning everything. His eyes finding all the metal in the facility, and his mind went to work on how to use each piece of metal in any situation, then a darker part of his mind pushed its way into his thoughts and began to twist each piece of metal into a torture device that would certainly ravage the body of any person he deemed needed important information. His plain smile had twisted into something gruesome and sinister as he reached up and scratched where the two scars were on the left side of his face, that curved under his blue eye. As he slowly turned in circle looking a the whole place around him, the dog tags around his neck jingled lightly and a small ray of light reflected off of them for a second then faded. His metal rods remained silent as the were stuck through his belt loop in the back of his pants and crossed each other like an X. In that position they were easy to grab and because of there smooth surfaces they were easy to pull from their place. As he finished his full circle he stood still once again and looked at it all again, he then stepped forward and down a hallway and walked into his certain fate of meeting with the others. His vest, that was torn up at the bottom, fluttered as we walked. He walked with a killers grace, silent, steady, unfaltering and deadly. He soon figured out which room it was from the heavy bickering and the familiar voices. He stopped at the doors and cracked his neck. He then pushed the door open and looked at all the faces and the memories flooded back in. He saw as the bickering came to stand still as the bang from the door hitting the wall. He saw faces that instantly recognized his, some filled with hatred and disgust, other filled with fear and mistrust. And in the last few he could not define the feeling, he saw something different in there eyes. Defiance. He grinned in his twisted way before taking his seat amongst the other operatives. [B]"So how are things with all of you? Any murder, mayhem and destruction in your lives?" [/B]He received no response, just glares and deadly looks. His grin grew and twisted more. He leaned forward and put his arms on the table as he looked to the leader of the group, well, as far as he remembered. He stared at Mycella for a few moments before speaking to her in his usual tone of power and unwaivering defiance. [B] "What is the reason we were called here. I'm sure the others here know but I still need to be told if it is worth my time and powers." [/B]She held her self up right, as if she was the most powerful in the room and she has the look all leaders should have. One of self-confidence and commanding presence. She spoke in a calm tone that only she could have pulled off when looking into the eyes of the King of Torture. [B] "Nightmare is back."[/B] Cain sat back in his chair, he had been caught off guard by that one. His mind started thinking about how it was possible for Nightmare to still be alive. He shook his mind and regained his composure. He sat up straight in his chair looked in Mycella in the eyes. [B] "Well, that is quite worth more time and powers. My services are yours, just don't get in my way."[/B] Mycella nodded, they all knew not to get in his way. Cain relaxed in his chair as he thought about the potential problems this could create, especially knowing that Nightmare was an evil far beyond even Cains standards. And Cain was sick and twisted beyond the human mentality. He remained in his thoughts as people whispered about the up coming problem for them all.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Cain Draven [B] Codename:[/B] Malleable [B]Age:[/B] 28 [B] Appearance:[/B] [url=http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/?action=view¤t=markcopy.jpg] Cain Draven. [/URL] [B] Personality:[/B] Cain is as cold as the metal he controls; he is seemingly heartless and ruthless. Showing no mercy to anyone that cross him and usually being sadistic to those that live through his first strike. He is usually known by the people around him as the King of Torture, able to extract whatever information he wants from someone by imploring his skills on them. And with his control of metal, it adds to his ferocity and some delusions of invincibility which makes him usually the first person to move into a fight. [B]Weapon(s):[/B] Cain carries around two solid metal rods about two and half feet long, and a sheet of metal about the size of your palm that he carries in his pocket. [B]Power: [/B]Cain?s power is the ability to control all forms of metal and turn it into whatever he wants it to. Anything with moving parts though he can?t form yet. He can make the parts for it then construct it manually, but anything metallic he can use it to make whatever he wants. He can even pull the iron out of someone?s body if they have a high enough concentration of it in their blood stream.[/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name[/B]: Jiaan ?Achilles? Drasem [B]Age[/B]: 29 [B]Job[/B]: Mercenary (Mord-Sith): Mord-Siths are an interesting bunch, for the fact that they don?t use magic of their own. They use magic they take from other magic users, and not in the usual sense of magic using. They use it to control the person they stole the magic from, Mord-Siths have a special power that is instilled in them while they are being trained. Training is a brutal horrific trial for any who get taken by other Mord-Sith. There are three steps to there training: First step is torture to the point of the mental will breaking, and they are tortured with a very handy device called and Agiel. It is a red rod, with a gold chain attached to it, and this rod can inflict massive amounts of pain, or a killing blow in one touch. The second step is the torture and servitude of the mother, she brutally raped and beaten every day, in between torture sessions. The mother has to be the trainers ?pet? as they call them, and is dragged around by a leash and collar until the mother eventually dies from the torture; at that point another piece of the child is lost. The third and final step, is the torture of the father, by the hand of the child him/herself. This is to teach the child to enjoy inflicting pain, when the father dies, the training is complete and the child is now a ruthless killing machine. Mord-Siths use there special gift, to capture magic user, and when the magic is a Mord-Siths, there is no escape from it. A Mord-Sith uses the link made between the trainer and the pet to inflict pain on them. Once the link has been established, anything the trainer tells you to do must be done, or else the pet will suffer unending pain that worsens each second. The link between Trainer and pet is unbreakable by anyone else, it can only be broken if the pet dies, or the Mord-Sith does. Because of the effort it takes to make a link like that, they can only have one pet. Mord-Sith are not solely dependent on there Agiel and capturing pets, they are also trained in how to fight. So even if you don?t have magic for them to take, it is difficult to take them down. [B]Gender[/B]: Male [B]Race[/B]: Human [B]Personality:[/B] Achilles is supposed to be cold, ruthless and incapable of compassion and mercy. But, those personality traits that were bore into his brain only became add-ons to who he was. He was happy, care free, and energetic before being taken and turned into a killing machine. But, he managed to partition his mind and save a part of himself during his ordeal. After he got came out as a Mord-Sith, he was now a fighter, but also a new person. He retained his old self, but managed to meld his new instill traits into his core person. He can manage to separate his being for different situations. But, he generally likes to remain cold and distant, after watching your mother and father killed, he avoids making strong connections like that. [B]Appearance[/B]: [url=http://s16.photobucket.com/albums/b18/Sagethefiend/?action=view¤t=markcopy.jpg] Jiaan "Achilles" [/url] Jiaan stands at about 5'11" and his clothes consist of three different kinds of leather. First is red leather, it is used for training, red doesn't show blood and the gloves have armor on them. the second is brown leather, it is casual wear for Mord-Sith. The last is white, white shows that a pet has been broken completely and you don't need to spill their blood anymore. He never wears the white, only red. OOC: Hey Lionheart, about time you put one up. Was getting bored of just waiting for a good one. Well, hope this is good, if it isn't just say so and i'll change it or whatever.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Abaddon stared down at her for a bit, a little unsure of what just happened. And the new fire burned anew, sending a wave of pleasure and warmth through his body that was strong enough to nearly bring him to his knees. He shook his head, and showed her something never viewed before. He smiled, sincerely to her, showing something that never was seen by anyone. Even his eyes changed for a second, lighting up enough to reveal they weren't empty. But simply dark from the nothingness he use to feel, they now glowed with an amber look to them. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against Omi's, feeling the warmth grow deep within. He pulled away and smiled again. [B] "Well, that is defiantly and interesting experience. I hope we have more times like that, especially since we have a few centuries to catch up on."[/B] Omi smiled warmly at him, she thre her arms around his neck and tip toed up, kissing him. He put his arms around her and kissed her back, pulling her in close to him. After they pulled away, and the smiles on there faces seemed to permanently be drawn on there faces. They went back under the tree with the others, Abddon still held on to her firmly, swinging her around so she was under the coverage of the large tree limbs. He saw all the faces in shock, his smile grew with there faces. [B] "It seems we have quite and audience here."[/B] Omi turned her head and looked over her shoulder, she saw all the faces and her smile grew like the plants she controlled. She turned back to him, he kept his gaze steadily on her. [B] "Looks like we have shocked everyone with this new finding." "Good, lets keep it that way."[/B] Abaddon said as they both moved back to the base of the tree and seated themselves, Abaddon with his arm around her shoulder, and hers around his waist. He kept his smile on his face as he felt her snuggle up closer to his body. He had never felt this way before, and he surly wasn't going to let this feeling, or a girl like Omi leave his grasp. Even if he had to die for her safety, and her love. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=1]Abaddon held Omi close to him, making sure to not squeeze her to hard. The rain had gone from a down pour to a light drizzle, each drop that struck his body fizzled as if striking a hot pan over a fire. His body had remained entirely dry as the others had gotten wet, he thought about the things that had been said this day. How the angels seem to question there loyalty while the demons seemed to remain head strong in there conviction. He grinned to himself as he snapped out of his thoughts by the light snore of Omi leaning on him, he would have brought up one of his wings to shade her from the rain. But he knew the rain would return the strength she had lost using her powers, he moved away from the group. Carrying Omi with him to a small area clear of trees, it wasn't far from the Demon Lord and the Angel Queen. He shook her lightly as she came awake, a little groggy. He looked down at her and spoke to her in a soft voice. [B] "Can you grow one of those trees I took you under before?"[/B] She blinked her eyes a little then nodded her head, she looked into the clearing and started to focus. The ground split with in a few seconds, a sapling sprouting from the ground. It quickly grew in size, taking on a massive height and the branches spreading out thick. He smiled as he saw it reach its maximum height and quickly walked under it, taking cover under the branches. He set her down and dug a pit, putting rocks around the edge then starting a fire in the center with a simple snap. He then walked back to where Omi lay and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her waist to hold her upright as she slowly passed into sleep again. He smiled at her, he then peaked his head out of the branches, putting his attention on the three standing in the rain. [B] "Hey, fools standing in the rain. Come under here, its easier to discuss surrender in better conditions."[/B] He pulled his head back in and adjusted himself to make Omi more comfortable. Soon enough, the branches moved out of the way and Matthias stepped through, Sora hot on his heels as they escaped the rain. Dronus walked in slowly, not seeming to care about the rain as he held his knife in his hand and took his seat beside the demons. Abaddon watched the two angels sit close by the fire, warming up as best they could. Abaddon shifted his shoulders a little and then spoke. [B] "Now, about the terms of surrender you offered. I can't not accept that."[/B] Sora stopped trying to warm herself up and looked into his empty eyes. Her glare deadly serious as she tried to penetrate into his soul, but not succeeding in her attempt. [B] "These are not terms of surrender. They are just terms of understanding." "You are telling us to do something, and offering nothing in return. Those are terms of unconditional surrender. As a demon, I will not accept that. But as a loyal friend, and discovering a recent interest, I won't accept terms that try to diffuse or break responsibility that I have. So, I decline your terms of surrender. And ask that you do not try to impose such terms again, we will not take kindly to a second threat of our loyalty to Drakken. Even Dronus here is loyal to him, even if they don't see eye to eye more then me and Omi here."[/B] Abaddon kept his stare cool and calm, not something he usually did. But the situation called for a calm temper right now, beside, if things got out of hand. He could let the fire explode into a shower of fire, would cause some significant damage and mild blindness form the flash. He grinned as he waited for what was to come next. He held Omi close as she slept, her head resting on him as he held her up right and close to him.[/SIZE]